Ringer and Alice brought news about the surface to the girls, although it was not good news.
When he heard that a terrifying monster was heading towards the city of Avignon and would soon destroy the city, Metien's little face suddenly turned pale. He looked at his brother helplessly and asked him with his eyes.
What should we do? A cold breath suddenly came from the silent windmill tower, like the biting wind in the snow season coming out of the cracks in the stones and falling in this quiet valley.
"Conceiving the gods..." After listening to Linge's story, Saint Xalia frowned slightly and whispered to herself: "I seem to have heard of it somewhere, but I can't remember it."
She has lost a lot of memories and has been wandering in the world for many years. She has long been derailed from human society, and she does not know that religious beliefs in the world have developed to such an extent. They can not only believe in existing gods, but also believe in an unknown god.
The non-existent gods then used their own strong emotions and desires to create such a miracle.
Although, it seems inappropriate to use "miracle" to describe it, because no miracle in the world brings destruction and fear, let alone their image in the eyes of the world, which should be that of majestic and holy gods.
Olivia weakly raised her book and said somewhat unconfidently: "Do you need me to check, Ringer? Maybe I can find some weaknesses?"
She also understands that the situation has reached its most critical moment, so she wants to contribute her own strength.
Lin Ge shook his head: "When we came back, we had already discussed a solution."
Us?
After hearing these words, everyone invariably turned their attention to Alice. The latter was sitting in the corner of the white base supporting the windmill tower, pressing and pressing her fingers against the virtual light screen projected by the game console in front of her.
The operation frequency is very frequent. This is the first time that everyone has seen her editing the game seriously. Her expression is very serious and she can't stop mumbling something. If you listen carefully, you will find that these are her inner thoughts, but she unconsciously
He spoke out: "...plot? Oops, what kind of plot is needed in an emergency? Just write it down and get it done; combat system? There is no time to polish it, so just use the basic template generated by the system; materials? Simply put it together
Come on, I am a master of Tetris...Ahhhh, how could this happen? The program is wrong and cannot be used? Then delete them all. I don’t want this piece of content. Although it will become a super bad shit game, it is not me.
You deliberately feed shit to the players. Damn Ringer, it’s all your fault!”
Her appearance made people afraid to disturb her, and they always felt that something terrible would happen. Medien couldn't help lowering his voice: "So, do you really need to rely on sister Alice's game console?"
Although Sister Alice is usually very unreliable, her game console is very reliable.
"Yes." Ringer nodded slightly, then shook his head: "Not entirely. I'm not sure whether the power of the game console can destroy the god of conception, so it's best to add the help of another person." p>
Another person?
Who is it?
When everyone was confused, Ringer had already walked to the broken wooden door of the windmill and said to the silent angel inside: "It's your help, Miss Ietta."
"I believe you have heard what I just said and know that the situation in Avignon City is very critical now. In the past, David, the shepherd of Avignon, did betray you, and the Kreisov royal family and the Heavenly Order were also betrayed by their greed.
I have betrayed your trust. However, the residents here have never thought of abandoning you. They loved you many years ago and regarded you as a relative; many years later, they still love you and regard you as a relative of this land.
An everlasting image of the primrose fields. During the few days I came to Avignon, I witnessed with my own eyes how passionate they were about the wind of the ancient times."
"The statue of a country girl standing on the streets of Gaunt is the memory of you by the villagers in the past; the story of those who rejected the faith of the Cangtian Order and even the Holy Spring Monks and only told the story of the Great Wind orally is their memory of you.
; Expelling the sinner David and refusing people with the same name to enter the village, this is their guilt towards you; Even if they have lost the care of the angels, they still have to build such a dazzling array of windmills in the new windmill village site, and then
It has evolved into a tradition or even a festival in this city. Is this just out of profit considerations without some kind of sincere blessing?"
Ringer paused and then said softly: "I heard that the largest wind disaster in the 17th century destroyed all the buildings in the city, and also made the rotten windmills spin again. During that windmill festival
, the residents of this city had no time to mourn for the collapsed buildings. They cheered when they saw countless windmills turning in unison, believing that this was proof that the great wind was still in love with this land. I think they should have inherited it in their blood.
All the beautiful memories of our ancestors about an angel, right? And use these memories to give new meaning to this ordinary land."
"Now when I say this, I don't want to take advantage of your sympathy and compassion for certain creatures and threaten you that you must or cannot do certain things. I just want to ask you seriously, if you have the power and the ability to
Wish, then, to this day, are you still willing to use it for the people of this land?"
Ringer said word for word: "Just like seven centuries ago, you blew away the mountains for them and brought prosperity and vitality to the earth."
After the words fell, the room fell into a long silence.
The white-haired angel stared blankly into the void. Every time Ringer outside said a word, her shoulders shook slightly, as if the voices, faces, and smiles of those closest to her appeared in front of her eyes, imagining that they were not actually dead.
, but has lived until now, and always remembers himself and has done many things for himself. Even if he just sees the wind blowing and turning the windmill, he will cheer and believe that he has not left them yet.
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However, a terrible disaster is coming, and they will gradually leave him in the flames of war and gunpowder smoke just like they did seven centuries ago. Whenever he thinks of such a scene, Ieta's heart will twitch, and he will be so sad that he can't help but feel sad.
Breathe.
When Ringer finished her last words, she could no longer control herself, and her nose and eyes were a little red. She tried hard to suppress the tears that were about to burst out, because she had promised them not to cry again many years ago. She
He took a deep breath, compressing his fragile lungs with the cold breath of the snow season, and then slowly buried his head in his knees. A few thin wings covered his head, and also covered up the hoarse cry.
: "Of course, of course I also want to help everyone! Because, because everyone is very nice to me, cough cough! It's not easy to be able to become relatives with everyone. This is something that will make me happy for the rest of my life! cough cough!
But, ugh... But I can't do it, cough! I can't leave here, you know? Because, because... cough cough cough..."
It was the first time since she appeared that she behaved so violently, coughing out of breath, crying, choking, and coughing. Lin Ge listened quietly and suddenly asked: "Is it because of the curse?" p>
The girl cried louder, as if she wanted to vent out all the grievances she had suffered in her life. Her cries were mixed with indistinct voices, which were intermittent, giving people the feeling that they could be interrupted at any time: "You are not, you are not
Do you know very clearly? It has always been like this. I clearly, obviously did nothing wrong, but...ahem! However, as soon as I leave the place where I stay, I will bring all kinds of things to everyone around me.
All kinds of disasters. Be it earthquakes, storms, wars... I am not an angel, I am just a person who brings misfortune, cough! Before I came here, although everyone was very poor, they lived a very happy life.
Happy. However, they accepted me as a homeless person and did not fear me because of my strength. They made me think that I had finally found my family. As a result, whether it was David, the village chief, or others...
...I failed to protect them! They will suffer such pain all because of me! So...so, I will not leave here."
"I don't want to, ugh..." She choked up, and then cried out in a sad voice: "I don't want to bring misfortune to the people around me anymore!"
The illusion of prosperity in the valley stops in front of this white windmill, which seems to draw a clear boundary between the two worlds, one half is bright and the other half is dim. The cry of the angel echoes in the frosty wind in winter, making the spring
The primroses in summer and autumn are also bent over, feeling so sad.
It was quiet in the wind, no one spoke, and even the sound of Alice pressing the handle of the game console became much fainter.
The legend of the wind seven hundred years ago finally appeared in front of everyone in its entirety.
An angel who can only stay in one place and cannot leave will bring disaster once she walks on the earth. However, she is so lonely and longs for the company of family and friendship, so with a little bit of luck,
She came to the small village called Avignon at that time, and was accepted by the villagers here and became their relatives. In order to let her relatives live a peaceful and prosperous life, she did not hesitate to show her strength and blew away the huge wall.
From then on, the prosperity and strength of Laisenberg came to the natural mountains.
However, that power also aroused the covetousness of greedy people, and brought her a painful betrayal and some cruel memories. At that time, the village of Avignon, which was burning in the flames of war, was invisibly lost.
She recalled the curse. She thought it had gone away long ago, but she didn't expect it to come back again.
She felt tired and desperate, so she sank to the bottom of the valley, locked herself in the tower, and swore an oath herself:
"As long as the curse exists."
She lost all her strength, buried her head in the gray wings, and murmured: "I will never leave this windmill."