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Chapter 30: Can humans not face fate?

 The proprietress Siesta sent the two to the door of the hotel, and then dispelled the goblin's magic for them. Then in this remote small park, under the ancient sycamore tree that no one appreciated, two figures appeared like magic.
The slightly thin young man was able to return to the world in his original posture, but was dazzled by the sunlight falling above his head, and his eyes were blurry. He raised his hand to cover a white-gold beam of light, raised his head slightly, and stared at the palm shape of the branches.

The split leaves look for traces of the past among the transparent veins like blood vessels.

It is unimaginable that the stars in the sky that were so far away yesterday are suddenly within reach today. On the rough brown tree trunks, traces of the spread of ancient mountains can be vaguely found; the grass underfoot was once a mysterious and profound primitive jungle.

Monsters covered with thick carapace flew past in groups. The buzzing of their wings was like the roar of old-fashioned propellers, giving people a sense of oppression like a fuel-fired airship. But now they were only covered with withered yellow leaves, covering the bottom.

Countless forest paths leading to secret realms.

Life is great and small at the same time.

Withdrawing his gaze, Linger turned his gaze slightly and asked the girl beside him: "Are you leaving now?"

Saint Xalia nodded slightly: "Yes."

So they left the park and walked towards Sherrill Street. There was no need to worry about getting lost, because between the young man's fingers, there was a golden thread flowing slowly, floating towards the unknown world beyond intuition. It was

The signpost that guides the way forward also symbolizes the trajectory of destiny, but no one can see its existence except Linge and Saint Xalia.

If you follow this line, you will get the answer. These are the original words of Saint Shalia, but when Linge asked her how far the line would extend, the girl's answer was "I don't know."

"People's destiny is infinite." She told Ringer in a soft and soothing voice: "Sometimes, even if they die, their destiny will continue, entangled in the lips and teeth of people reciting their names, and flashes of memories occasionally.

In the memory fragments. Therefore, the Moriyas' motto often says: Don't look directly at fate. They have seen through the laws of the world, but they still retain their original awe."

Her voice was mixed with the gurgling sound of the water in the street. A mantis-like orchid-like insect was standing on the leaf of the floating lotus to drink water. The ends of its wings were stained with a few drops of transparent water. The lamb was standing in the water channel.

While looking at it, it suddenly bleated twice, which woke up a silver chain fish under the lotus leaf.

Because of the girl's words, Lin Ge recalled the first time they met. At that time, he mistook Saint Shalia, who was holding the lamb, for a Moryya with an eccentric temperament. Later, he quickly caught a glimpse of the silver tips under her cyan hair.

Only then did I realize that this was not the case.

I just didn’t expect: “It turns out you are so familiar with their traditions.”

The girl said: "I was fortunate enough to communicate with the oldest divination master among them, and I benefited a lot from him."

"If I remember correctly," Ringer glanced at her, "you are a silver elf."

Although the Morya people are a weird and mysterious nation, always wandering on the road, and are regarded by many people as monsters that bring disaster, but fundamentally they are still members of the human race.

"This is not surprising, because a long time ago, humans and aliens were always closely connected, and sometimes they were even indistinguishable from each other. The Moryas just inherited the memories of their ancestors - more memories than you."<

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Humans and aliens are so closely connected that they don’t even distinguish each other?

It sounds incredible. At least in the history that Ringer has learned, there is no such description in any description, not even a slight hint. Perhaps some traces can be found by looking for folk anecdotes passed down by old people.

Lin Ge suddenly asked: "You said a long time ago, how long ago did it mean?"

Saint Xalia's footsteps paused slightly, and then a trace of confusion appeared in her eyes. She murmured softly: "Sorry, I forgot."

"So."

"I don't know."

……

Wandering randomly among the streets and alleys of the city, looking for the freedom and vitality hidden in roadside gardens, community parks, flower beds under windows, roadside shrubs... has always been one of the most traditional activities in Rosting City. Although the newspaper

The magazine calls it "a leisurely afternoon walk", but locals are more willing to use "a fresh adventure" to describe its nature. This may indicate the influence of the nearby Saussen Mountains on urban residents.

A certain culture has been rooted in the blood and bones.

The poet de Sessel, who wrote a poem in Midheier Park, said: "...When I stand under this endless towering street tree, I often feel like an adventurer in the pioneering era, about to go deep into the unknown of mankind.

area to complete the great mission given by instinct..."

Ten centuries ago, why was the hotel industry in Rustin City so developed? Because it was the time when the wave of pioneering swept across the Western Continent. Under the call of the "Exploration Act", everyone rushed feverishly to those secluded forests that humans had not yet set foot on.

, canyons, swamps and wilderness areas, chasing visible wealth or illusory honor.

The Saussen Mountains have not been immune to this wave of pioneering. The mountains are rich in products: including herbs, minerals, trees, wild beasts... For some people, they were born to be occupied by humans.<

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Therefore, during that period, the city boundary of Rosting City moved more than 300 miles towards the mountains, causing the area where sheep were originally grazed to be replaced by adventurers' tents, temporary hotels and buildings. The young sheep herders had to

Not driving the sheep to more distant wilderness is like driving a large gray and white cloud to fly to the other side of the sky, thus causing the ancestors of the current group of sheep to lose their hometown that has been passed down from generation to generation.

What needs to be noted in particular is that until the end of the pioneering era, humans still could not completely conquer this huge mountain range, as if it were an iceberg protruding from the sea, with no bottom.

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Nowadays, the exploration of unknown things has gradually been replaced by the stimulation of artistic inspiration. I remember I once said that the "prosperity" and "luxury" of Rosting City can actually refer to the "prosperity" and "prosperity" of art.

"Lush", because the beautiful natural environment is a natural and suitable place for creation for those artists who are interested in exploring the classics of human aesthetics. Invited by inspiration, they gathered here spontaneously, giving the city of Rosting another kind of

A transcendent look.

It can also be called: a city of theaters, orchestras, writers, minstrels, comedians and street artists.

"Sir, could you please excuse me for five minutes and let me capture your face in this portrait? This is free of charge and you will not be charged any fee..."

"Sorry, I'm in a hurry."

Ringer directly rejected the street painter's proposal, leaving him with an expression of undisguised disappointment.

Saint Xalia watched quietly from the sidelines. It was not until the painter left that she suddenly said to Ringer: "The fourth time."

This is already the fourth time that Ringo has been accosted by wandering artists on the street. Two of them were to paint portraits of him; one was to invite him to a nearby cafe to listen to a free concert, which was actually a folk music concert.

A private performance by the orchestra; another time, a poet from the White City Republic confidently asked him to taste his most proud work. This familiar sentence structure suddenly made the bartender girl appear in Ringer's mind.

face, so I declined politely.

"You are very popular." Saint Xalia made a judgment based on the facts she saw with her own eyes, because other pedestrians on the street were indeed spoken to much less frequently than Ringer.

Probably because the young people in front of me have a unique temperament, and most artists happen to be obsessed with unique styles, even these "half-way artists" who have not yet achieved fame and can only seek recognition from pedestrians on the street

They are no exception. Their dreams are still in progress, but they have seen the fruits of their dreams, so their eyes are full of longing and hope.

So, what is the unique thing that people who pursue their dreams see in Ringer?

Before Saint Xalia could figure it out, she heard the young man reply indifferently: "Actually, you are more suitable to appear in their portraits than me."

If we want to say that it is different, the girl holding the lamb is obviously even more different.

However, no one spoke to her.

Because.

"Ordinary people can't see me." Saint Shalia whispered: "Just like they can't look directly at their fate."

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