The sky is blue, like a large piece of clear gemstone, occasionally dotted with one or two floating white clouds; the sun appears brighter and more transparent in the sky thousands of meters above, and the white-gold light shines on the flower fields and forests, making the atmosphere warm and cozy.
People feel very comfortable. Lying on the soft flower carpet, reaching out with half-squinted eyes, it seems that you can touch the plankton swimming on the bottom of the sea, hazy, small, and incredibly far away.
Alice turned over and saw Metien sitting in front of a tree stump, writing something in his notebook on a smooth and flat surface. The pen in his hand was moving very fast, and there was a pile of books stacked next to him.
They were all copied by Olvera for her, books on pharmacology and magic medicine.
The lamb wandered back and forth in the lush and colorful primrose fields, sniffing the blooming seven-color primrose flowers with his nose, picking out the one he liked, biting it off gently, and then handed it to sit on its back.
The latter was busy weaving grass roots and vines into garlands, and she had already placed two garlands behind her.
Farther away, at the junction of the forest and the flower field, Olvera sat on the roots of a tall old tree, reading quietly. It was an ivy tree planted in an unknown age, and it is now lush.
It is like a green country, with countless ivy hanging down from the trunk, like a dark green waterfall from the sky, drowning the traces of flying insects and ants. The half-hand-sized leaves are crowded together lushly, providing shade for the trees.
A piece of coolness.
But the princess obviously preferred the sunshine, so she deliberately chose a location near the periphery to ensure that her whole body could be bathed in the warm white-gold light. The ever-present lantern was hung on a certain ivy.
, at this time, it was swaying slightly with the wind, and the flames inside were also flickering, flashing in people's eyes.
That gust of wind comes from the atmosphere at high altitude, but it also comes from the slowly swinging huge wing fins of the giant rock whale. Whenever the pair of extremely heavy and magnificent wings made of earth, stone and mudstone swing upwards and blow downwards, they will roll up to the naked eye.
Visible turbulent air currents whizzed along the wings and along the edge of the island in the sky, forming an endless storm. The fierce momentum made even the bravest eagle in the sky have to retreat three feet, but it was not harmed.
No living thing on the island, therefore still maintains this peaceful and peaceful atmosphere.
Far away from the hustle and bustle, and far away from the disputes, the fierce battle three days ago, the unprecedented snowstorm in a century, the confrontation with the god Titan, and the destruction and disaster within reach of the Thalia Wilderness... all seemed to be accompanied by this leisurely tranquility.
The wind disappeared a long time ago and gradually faded into oblivion.
Riding on the sky island, flying freely in the endless sky, and experiencing strange, exciting and incredible adventures with her friends, this is undoubtedly in line with all Alice's aspirations for fantasy stories. She lay on the soft bed made of seven-color primrose flowers
On the tapestry, a lazy nasal voice sounded: "It's so good~"
It's so good that I don't want to go back to the ground.
With this thing, who would take trains and steam trains? They are noisy, bumpy, environmentally polluting, and expensive!
No, I have to find a reason to hack this whale.
Alice, who likes Mao's equipment, started to have bad ideas again. This time, she remembered that Mao's horse was someone else's mount.
Regarding this matter, the owner of the mount, Ieta, still knew nothing about it. She was standing in front of the window of the white windmill, staring through the iron grille wrapped with chains at the clear sky of the outside world. Her hair was white.
, the six pairs of wings on the back of the waist are white, the walls, floor and ceiling of the room are white, and even the spiral staircase is monotonous white, making people feel depressing at first glance.
But there are still some changes. The most intuitive point is that now in this room, there are no longer low and sad snowflakes, which are falling all the time, as if the winter here is gradually leaving, and new leaves are sprouting.
Spring, summer with lush vegetation and autumn with harvest joy, returned bit by bit in her rejuvenated eyes.
She watched quietly for a while. Those naughty winds passed through the gap between the window and the iron grille, blowing the girl's white hair gently, scratching her cheeks and neck, causing an itching feeling. She stretched out her hand to remove the hair that was messed up by the wind.
She tucked a few white hairs behind her ears and adjusted the white feather hair ornaments on her bangs to fix them. The country-style traditional Avion costumes set off her slender waist and quiet temperament, and she also
Let her recall the days when she was still walking on the fields.
It’s been a long time.
But can't forget.
In the endless years of his life and the forgotten years, Ietta Raphael's world has always been gray. It was not until he came to this land and met those people that it gained color, warmth, inspiration, and tolerance.
, care, care... Her memory is made up of these colors, and everything else is meaningless. So when those people left her, she fell into deep self-blame,
And stubbornly closed himself in a winter where it only snowed, refusing other colors to enter the inner world.
Until a certain moment someone told her, if you refuse to fly because you are afraid of bringing disaster, then why not let the earth under your feet carry you up? A curse may restrict your freedom, but it cannot restrain the freedom of the entire earth.
When the earth is free, then you are also free.
As a result, cracks appeared in the turbulent snow for the first time in seven hundred years, and Ietta Raphael also ushered in a different choice in his life.
But no matter what choice she needs to make, what she always believes in is——
"Can you hear me?"
She clasped her hands together and prayed silently: "Please bless me."
……
Saint Xalia sat on the steps of the windmill base, quietly watching the leisurely daily life of her companions, and she seemed to be waiting for something. She saw a gust of wind coming towards her, blowing through the mountains and forests, and the primroses in full bloom all over the ground.
The wind bent my waist, and the petals of seven colors were fluttering, like a colorful rain of flowers, which was very beautiful and spectacular.
The ancient windmill above the head is turning, making a rumbling sound, a low humming, long-lasting echo. Since the dusty bottom of the valley, it has not been exposed to such a refreshing gust of wind for seven centuries. At this moment, you may feel nostalgic.
Thinking back on the futile hard work I put in during the long wait, it seems that it has all paid off now.
But I don’t know what her master thinks.
There was a crisp sound of wooden saw teeth stepping on the long stone floor behind her. Saint Xalia turned around and saw a pair of Avion-style open-toed sandals, as well as the white soles of her feet stepping on them, exposed under the fabric skirt.
A smooth calf; looking further up, there is their owner, an angel with long white hair and holy white wings, leaning on the old wooden door, with his head tilted slightly, reflected in his blue eyes.
Another pair of bright golden eyes appeared.
This angel still guarded the boundaries in his heart and did not easily cross the threshold and step into the outside world, even though the cold chain on his ankle still had a long way to go before it reached its limit.
"Ietta," St. Shalia took the initiative and asked softly, "Have you thought about it?"
Three days ago, after a group of people defeated the Earth Mother Titan and saved the citizens of Avion City, Saint Charlia told her the purpose of their journey and invited Ietta to join. This is not only because
It is necessary to gather the power of the seven queens to open the door of the Heavenly Temple, and this is also because Saint Charlia is worried about letting Ietta stay here alone.
Although this was once her hometown, after seven hundred years, things have changed. Moreover, Iyeta's power will attract the attention of many people. In the past, there were people with ulterior motives like Professor David, and later there were professors.
The situation of the girl is not optimistic due to the official forces that are cruel to aliens and magicians.
At that time, many people witnessed the sight of whales flying out of the valley bottom.
What's more, what's the point of staying here? This land did bring her many happy memories, but they are all in the past, and because they are in the past, they seem sad. If she is always immersed in this kind of sadness,
In memory, people will gradually fall into loneliness and find it difficult to escape.
St. Charlia will never forget the decadent and autistic look of Ietta when she first met her. That is the perfect symptom of loneliness. Finally, by saving the city of Avion, the angel regained a little bit of his past.
Cheerful, should we abandon her again and let the storm from the past come back and drown her?
As a sister, even though she is not a qualified sister, Saint Xalia feels that this should not be the case.
Therefore, she certainly hopes that Ieta will leave with her and others.
But no matter how you say it, it still depends on Ieta’s own thoughts.
At that time, she said she would think about it for a few days. Now three days have passed, and it is almost time to give her answer.
Saint Xalia looked at her, waiting for the girl's answer. Her slender white knuckles unconsciously bent, as if she wanted to grab something, but she failed. Only then did she realize that the little sheep was following Xie in the flower field.
Mi Wanwan did not follow him. And...Linge was not there either.
How strange.
Why do you think of Ringer?
If the bending of the fingers is to grasp the lamb's rope and relieve tension; then, when thinking of Ringer, what is it for?
A question that was destined to be unanswered appeared in Saint Xalia's mind.
At this time, she heard Yin Yetta's voice, soft and weak, like the wind blowing the soft petals: "Well, I've thought about it."