"The life of a tree is much longer than that of a human being, but this long life does not bring any more unique meaning. Many times, we tend to just live and die in a muddle. If nothing happens, I will also have a new life.
Same ending."
"Ten centuries ago, human adventurers poured into the mountains of Saussen like beasts emerging from their nests, hoping to conquer this great mountain range just as they conquered other unknown wildernesses in the past. Their greed and desire will lead to
Innocent creatures brought disaster, so during the years when the fire burned, the rivers dried up, the vegetation died, the most beautiful white deer was hunted by the lake, and the most wild wolf king also died under the ruthless sword."
"It was a painful purgatory, and the weak would not be spared. If it had not been for the teacher's blessing, I would have been burned to ashes in that fire."
When she mentioned the most important person in her life, a look of warmth and nostalgia appeared in her eyes.
"She was once the scribe of the Archives Temple, and her extensive knowledge is vaster than the sea. And unlike other magicians of the same sect, when those people adhere to the ancient precepts, alienate themselves from the world, and maintain the purity of knowledge, only
She is full of compassion for the suffering in the world and believes that the knowledge we learn is meaningless if it cannot be used to save the world."
"She was like a saint from ancient times, wandering among the forces of various countries, hoping to reunite them under one flag and recreate the glory of the 'Glorious Alliance'. However, she was not understood in the end, and instead offended the saint.
The conservatives in the hall were deprived of their status as scribes and expelled from the association."
"But she did not give up because of this. Instead, she gathered many like-minded people and embarked on the road to change the world with her partners. It was at this moment that she came to the Saussen Mountains and met me."
"At that time, I was still a newly reborn oak tree, without wisdom or emotions, but she regarded me as a close friend, and she would often read and write under my shade, or take a nap——
Haha, she is actually someone who likes to sleep in, especially in the afternoon. She said that the warm sunlight in the afternoon can make people feel sleepy."
"With her help, I successfully transformed into a half-demon body, gained my own consciousness and emotions, and was able to speak. She once asked me if I regretted it, because if I became an alien, I would also become a human.
The goal is to face the most dangerous and ferocious enemy in the world. At that time, I had not thought about how to answer, but now I have thought of it. If I could turn back time, I should tell her: Since I met her,
I never regretted it for a moment."
"Because, before I met the most dangerous and vicious enemy in the world, I had already touched the gentlest and kindest heart in the world."
The old man put his hand on his chest and smiled. The oak tree behind him was swaying and making slow waves. The palm-sized leaves continued to fall, like a dark green drizzle. This beautiful scene made the little girls appreciate it.
He was stunned and speechless.
"However, a person like her who has a mission and expectations will never stay in one place for too long."
In the memory, it was a sunless afternoon, the sky was very dark, and she was no longer in the mood to take a nap, but gently stroked her tree trunk and said goodbye words.
"We are going to do a very dangerous thing, but we have to do it for the sake of this world." She said with melancholy and confusion in her eyes: "My sisters want to create a new world, but they stubbornly
All aliens are excluded from the door of the new world. No matter how compelling the reason is, this is wrong. So, I - we, are going to stop them."
"In that world, there should be a place for you." She asked softly: "Do you think what I said is right..."
At that time, she should have called her name, but it has been so long that the old oak tree has forgotten it. She only remembers that she nodded, so the tree crown swayed, and a dark green drizzle fell from the sky, like
The rain in front of me is like rain, and it has been raining till now.
"That's it. Everyone is urging me. When I come back, I will tell you the story I didn't finish last time."
A story about how a tree grows.
She left her promise, turned around and left, her back disappearing into the misty rain. It was at that time that Mrs. Tree suddenly realized one thing: rain is the season of farewell.
"For her promise, I worked hard to grow, constantly stretching my roots, absorbing nutrients from the ground; constantly raising the crown of the tree, bathing in the sunshine from the sky... I don't know how long it took, and I finally became a complete demon spirit, able to
My roots were pulled out of the soil and I gained the ability to move freely. It was at that time that my current body was condensed."
Mrs. Tree showed them her withered hands, which were as thin as branches. Every line on her palm was as winding as leaf veins and entwined like annual rings: "I still remember her breath, so I set out to find her."
Road, but in the end only found one thing in the mountains that left her breath."
"Later I asked the goblin nearby, and she told me that many years ago, there was a fierce battle here. I don't know who the two sides of the battle were, but sometimes there would be thunderous roars, and then the earth would move.
The world was dark and dark, and it lasted for three full months before it subsided. She also said that after that battle... many bodies were buried."
"ah!?"
Xie Mi couldn't help shouting, and Metien opened his eyes in surprise. He felt that the wooden box in his arms was heavier than a stone: "So, you just said that this is her... relic?"
"kindness."
Mrs. Tree nodded lightly: "But I believe that people like her never simply pass away. Her soul is still lingering in the world, waiting for one day to return again. So I took this piece left by the teacher with me.
Objects, keep looking for them, just like I kept growing in the past."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Xie Mi quickly asked: "Have you found it?"
"I found her once and lost her again. I wanted to fight against the evil curse, but I could never find a way until I completely lost the power to move forward."
There was a trace of mist-like sadness in Mrs. Tree's eyes: "Although I have been transformed into a demon spirit, my body is still an oak tree. Being away from the soil for a long time has caused great damage to my root system. Not only can I not absorb magic power,
On the contrary, it will continuously drain the magic power out of the body. For aliens, losing magic power is equivalent to losing the foundation of survival."
"For this reason, I have to temporarily stay at the Fairy Sleep Inn and use the magic lock here to prevent the continued loss of magic power. Only in this way can I survive and retain some life."
I see.
Xie Mi suddenly understood and finally understood why Mrs. Shu stayed in the hotel and was always asleep on weekdays.
"I can no longer leave here, so I want to entrust the teacher's relics to you, Metien." The old man looked at the pink-haired little girl kindly: "Although I don't know why, I always have a hunch that you can do it.
To do what I couldn't do, to find the teacher, and to free her from that dark and lonely cage."
Metien seemed at a loss: "I, can I really do it, Mrs. Tree?"
Mrs. Tree stretched out her withered hand and stroked her cheek lovingly: "There is no need to worry or actively search for it, just do what you want to do. Because fate is a thing that can only go against you, too
Being too persistent will lead to its jealousy. Now that I think about it, it was because I was too proactive that I ended up with disappointing results, right? This is what is called... backfiring."
Under the comfort of the old man, the pink-haired little girl gradually calmed down. She glanced at the wooden box in her arms, and suddenly she felt a strong curiosity. She wanted to witness the story that happened a long time ago with her own eyes.
She asked hesitantly: "Can I open it and take a look?"
"Of course." The old man smiled softly: "It is already yours."
Metien carefully opened the lid of the wooden box, and Xiemi next to him also came up, wanting to know what kind of things Mrs. Tree’s teacher had left behind. Then, the little girls saw that in the wooden box, quietly
Lying was a graceful dagger, with blooming flowers on the wooden handle.
"A long time ago, when the teacher was still holding it, he used it to cut the pages of books, so it has a very beautiful name." Mrs. Tree's voice came after countless years: "Later I held it, but
It could no longer play its original role, so it had to be renamed."