The corridors of the shopping mall were pitch black and looked like a big mouth that was choosing people to eat. What was strange was that when Ringer walked over, there was a device with a pearly white shell embedded on the ceiling that looked like a huge gem.
It will automatically light up, and the light it emits is crystal clear, soft and warm, enough to make those ladies who claim to be upper-class stop going crazy, but here it is just a tool for shopping mall lighting. In other words
In short, it is as common as the loudspeakers used in department stores to announce product discount information.
The degree of civilization in the other world far exceeds imagination. If the Eden Plan of the Witch Association is successfully implemented, will human civilization one day become like this? After the magic ebbs, steam will follow. Although it brings
It has caused a lot of troubles, such as industrial pollution, labor oppression, colonial wars, money worship and hedonism, but objectively it has indeed improved productivity, making this society like a roaring steam train, moving at a jaw-dropping pace.
Move forward with speed.
And after the steam recedes, what will rise up? Is it some kind of energy that makes these lights that are clearer than gemstones, softer than candlelight, and more convenient than all lighting methods known to man? Really?
Incredible, Ringer sometimes thinks this way, if the mortals of Mirror Star can make proper use of magic power instead of treating it as the source of power and immortality, maybe everything will be different. But this is a luxurious wish, Saint Tumi
, can't resist the whispers in dreams, let alone the temptation of one's own heart?
Ringer thought as he walked up the corridor. It is not that there is no tool called an elevator in this mall, but unfortunately the area where it is located has collapsed and cannot be used, so young people can only use this more primitive one.
This way, he personally measured the height of the floor. His footsteps sounded in the empty darkness. Where he walked, the lights became brighter one by one from near to far, and then dimmed one by one after he walked a certain distance.
Looking at it, it seems like the light is moving.
It’s just that the world has never seen such a slow light. It even took nearly half an hour to climb from the first floor to the top floor. Ringer believed that this could only be attributed to the fact that the mall was built too high. People from other worlds really
Do they have so many products for sale? The largest department store he visited in Linville City was not even ten stories high!
Miss Angel must not have walked up. After all, she has six wings. Although she has not used them for many years, the instinct of the feather elf still remains in her body and blood, allowing her to fly with just a wisp of wind as weak as her breath.
Get up and fly to a place higher than the stars - it is said that the royal city of the feather elves floated there in the ancient times.
Their only flaw is that they are so fluffy and rich that with just a flick, they can shake off the flying feathers all over the sky. For example, as soon as the young man opened the door to the rooftop, he was immediately hit by an oncoming flying feather.
His eyes were blurred. The end of the feather scratched the tip of his nose, causing an itching feeling. Ringer took it away and raised his eyebrows: "Can I take this as an unwelcome hint?"
"Ah, Ringo!"
A panicked voice came from above: "Why are you here?"
"This is what I want to ask, Iyeta." Linge raised his head and looked at the angel lady sitting on the edge of the high platform. The wind in the sky blew gently, lifting the girl's skirt, wings and hair, making those soft
Things that people couldn't bear to hurt were fluttering gently. She supported the edge of the high platform with her petite hands. Her back was not sitting upright but slightly bent, slightly relaxed. When she lowered her head, there were two strands hidden under her fine white bangs.
The unmelted white snow is full of innocent curiosity and childish fear. In the eyes of young people, the silhouette is slender and thin, and full of a fragile beauty. If I had to use one word to describe it, it would be noble.
Looking at it from this angle, there are a few stars hanging so low on the dark blue night that they almost penetrate into the girl's hair. Unfortunately, there is no moon. If there is a bright and bright moon at this time,
The moon seems to be made of crystal, glass and diamond, hanging slowly above the girl's head, overlooking this ancient, magnificent but dilapidated city with her, then young people can guarantee that it will be a masterpiece in the history of art.
The peak is a picture that makes all painters, writers and bards scream loudly and prostrate themselves before the god of inspiration. It is the poetry in the painting and the painting in the poetry.
But the next moment, Miss Angel's movements completely destroyed the beauty of the picture - almost as an instinctive reaction, she retracted her wings with a swish sound, and wrapped herself tightly in a pile of white fluffy feathers, only revealing her
A small face looked pitifully at the young man below: "Me, why can't I be here? I just want to get some wind. The wind here is different from the wind in Yunjing Sky Island -"
She twitched her nose and sniffed the air, like a squirrel looking for honey: "There is a very comfortable smell, I miss it very much."
This is natural. After all, this place was her home just 10,000 years ago. The feeling of comfort and nostalgia she mentioned may come from the throbbing in her blood, from the words she expressed to her mother at the last moment.
The only remaining thoughts and memories of the adults.
"I didn't say it was bad, it's just that you stayed here a little too long."
Lin Ge calmly took two steps back to avoid seeing things he shouldn't see - such as the girl's flawless calves after her skirt was blown up by the wind - and then slowly stated the purpose of his visit: "
It’s time for you to go back, Ieta.”
"Back to where?"
"Of course it's Cloud Whale Sky Island."
"Do you want to lock me in that little windmill tower room, Ringer?" Iyeta suddenly became a little sad: "I finally got out, please let me stay a little longer, okay?
I swear, just for a little while."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Before leaving, she was still reluctant in every possible way, but once she saw the vast world outside, the chick no longer had an uncontrollable urge to return to the nest.
They long to fly, shuttle through the sky and clouds, and live without restraint - this is also the nature of feather elves. They are so free that they seem not to be restrained by anything, until something called desire begins to corrode the soul. Only the desire for power
, only those feather elves who have abandoned their power and wealth like worn-out shoes can gain true freedom, but there are only a handful of such souls in the world. The girl in front of Ringer is the last feather elf in the world, not only in terms of racial significance
Physically, but also spiritually.
"You can stay as long as you want," Lin Ge calmly promised after understanding her concerns: "I won't stop you. But at least before that, you have to go back to eat. The boss lady has carefully prepared it for you.
For dinner, you won’t let her down, right?”
"This-" A hesitant look appeared on Ieta's face.
Ringer added to the fire: "By the way, now that you have walked out of the windmill tower room, you can dine with us in the lobby of the Fairy Sleep Inn - you have never experienced eating with everyone."
Feeling it?"
"Eh?" Iyeta suddenly opened her eyes wide, like a hungry quail, staring intently at the grains on the grass. She even swallowed imperceptibly in her throat: "Indeed,
Really not, is it very lively?"
Ringer recalled the daily life at the hotel table: Alice who was making noises, Leticia who was picking out vegetables when her grandma wasn't paying attention, Xie Mi who was whispering to Metien while eating, and who was chattering every morning.
Natao, either complaining about Olvera staying up late or complaining about Rorona not eating on time, Saint Xalia... So he nodded lightly and replied with great conviction: "It's very lively."
Because of his words, Ietta couldn't help but think of the Spring Bud Festival in the Thalia Fields. It was a festival to celebrate the harvest and had a long history, but it had almost never been held before Ietta came to the village of Avignon. Angel
The wind blew away the mountains and brought a bumper harvest, so residents gathered around the primrose fields that had been harvested. The most respected local elders wrote the "Gospel of the Harvest Goddess", and then the most beautiful local girls recited it in person. Without exception,
This honor belongs to Ieta. Then people sang and danced around the bonfire, and the chatter of adults and the laughter of children continued until late at night. That was the most lively scene in Ieta's memory.
A long time has passed, and the memory is not so much forgotten as it is gradually fading, just like the water strokes gradually peeling off the faded parchment. Ieta can still remember the scene at that time, the laughter of the people and the night sky
The stars in the sky gradually became blurry to the girl who stood on the high platform of the celebration and recited the Gospel of the Harvest Goddess.
Do the villagers of Avignon in the past still remember her appearance? Remember that they left a poor person in the world. Although they pity her, dote on her, and are even willing to sacrifice their lives to protect her, they still
As a result, she endured a torture that was longer than missing her and more painful than remembering. She would sometimes write down some superficial insights about happiness in her diary, but they were very different from ordinary people's understanding. All others wanted was
There are power, wealth or reputation and other trivial things, but what she wants is to be with her friends and relatives, doing whatever she wants, including eating or dancing, as long as it is lively enough, don't let
It would be fine if she was as lonely as ever - but as we all know, the latter is often more precious and rare than the former.
Now, she can finally enjoy this happiness in the arms of her mother.
"I will," her little face was flushed, looking forward to but nervous: "I will go back, Ringer! When can we start dinner?"
"When I get everyone back."
"Can I go look for it with you?" Miss Angel blinked: "I will tell them that it is a very happy thing for everyone to have a lively meal together!"
As far as the current situation is concerned, this is indeed the case.
"No, no need."
Lin Ge shook his head and said: "You'd better go back as soon as possible and go to the Fairy Sleep Inn. Shelia will be very happy to see you. Maybe the landlady will secretly give you some snacks and let Xie Mi accompany you.
Play - they always liked you."
To be precise, it's not that I like it, but that I cherish it - as if we treat the most important thing in life, an irreplaceable treasure.
This may be some kind of connection between the traveler elves and the feather elves. Linge didn't know, and Iyetta, who only had wandering memories since her birth, didn't know it either. She lowered her head in frustration: "Okay."
Although it would be good to go back to accompany the Traveler Goblin, Lin Ge's decisive refusal still made her feel like she was useless.
Lin Ge saw her reaction in his eyes, thought for a while and said: "Perhaps, you can tell me, have you seen where the others have gone? This city is too big, I don't know where to find them.
You should be able to see more clearly from a height, right?"
"right!"
Miss Angel suddenly raised her head, her bright eyes like polished jade crystal: "I saw it! Well, okay, actually I only saw one, that is Gloria, she walked towards the forest to the south.
There are a lot of, uh, I don’t know what kind of trees they are, anyway, they are very big, and there are a lot of aerial roots hanging from the branches. These aerial roots penetrate into the ground and become new trees. I saw her sitting down
At the base of a tree. Ah, yes, she was admiring a lake."
"lake?"
"Lake!" Iyetta stretched out his hand and drew a circle in the void: "A lake as big as this shopping mall."
Well, since forests can appear in cities, it is not surprising that a lake appears. Linge nodded slightly: "I understand, thank you, Ieta. Now, you can go back. Remember to walk along the street
Go, don't get lost."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "I am not a child anymore."
Miss Angel muttered, but this sentence was not convincing. In Ringer's opinion, her usual words and deeds were no different from those of a child - except for the scene she just saw, which felt very girlish.
"Hey!"
She jumped down from the rooftop, and when she landed, the six wings behind her swayed, and the white feathers in the sky fluttered. The girl made a cheering gesture to the young man, encouraging him to find everyone as soon as possible, so that everyone can
We sat together in the lobby of the Fairy Sleep Inn and had a lively dinner.
Then she wandered towards the stair door, looking like she wanted to walk back. Although she said "I'm not a child" on the surface, she actually kept Ringer's instructions in mind. I have to say.
, this is a very interesting mentality.
Just when her back was about to disappear into the darkness of the corridor, Linge suddenly called out her name: "Iyeta!"
When the angel girl turned back in confusion, the young man said in a serious tone: "From now on, you can always stay at the Fairy Sleep Inn and eat with everyone, I promise."
This sounds a little strange, because eating with everyone doesn't seem to be something important enough for him to guarantee in this tone, right? What's even weirder is that Ieta seems to understand the implication of her words.
She is not interested in big-picture topics like the universe, civilization, life, etc. All she cares about is the tiny happiness that is within her reach. Previously, she did not dare to say such things out loud, fearing that everyone would blame her.
She was weak, but fortunately, the young man in front of her could understand her voice and was willing to accept it.
So she responded with a bright smile and nodded her head vigorously——
"Um!"
A little bit of tiny happiness makes up the entire world and emotions.