Chapter 9 Is it a hundred years earlier than the prophecy?
Saint Shalia's rejection made the older wizard inevitably have a look of disappointment in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared because he knew that people like Saint Shalia could not stay in one place forever.
He would not be bound by mortal emotions. So in the end he just shook his head and lamented, "My knowledge will be lost and no one can inherit it."
Saint Xalia felt that he seemed a little pessimistic, because apart from her, an outsider, there were still many talented young people in the tribe who had been exposed to it since childhood. Even though they were not as good as herself, they could still become qualified wizards and lead
This tribe continues on its way back to find its hometown.
However, when she expressed her thoughts, the old wizard looked at her with inexplicably sad eyes, and when he spoke, his voice was hoarse, like meteorite tempered in the fire: "Nothing in this world remains unchanged.
child."
The girl remembered this sentence, but did not understand its meaning. She only regarded it as a sigh from the old man's pessimism, used to express his rejection and fear of this changing world.
"It wasn't until the day he died that I discovered that it was a prophecy - the prophecy of the Moryas." St. Shalia raised her head slightly, her sight seemed to see through the lush green branches and leaves, and saw the stars arranged like chess pieces in the night sky.
.At the end of the snow season, Hoarfrost, Centaur and the ancient Knights are echoing each other from afar, transmitting each other's light: "The wizards who are most skilled in this way can already make decisions based on their own intuition without observing the trajectory of the stars.
Prophecy. It does not come from a dream, so it is not a dream revelation; nor does it come from some mysterious premonition, so it cannot be called a revelation; it comes from one's own heart, the movement and germination of a certain moment, if it must be given a name
If so, maybe it can be called: Lingqi?"
Lingqi, a revelation from the spirit? That’s quite appropriate.
"What happened the day he died?" Ringo asked.
A dead leaf fell from the ancient tree, and another yellow butterfly destined to leave its hometown slowly drifted away with the wind. Saint Xalia watched its back until it disappeared at the end of the dark night, and could no longer be seen.
At that time, he turned around and said to Linger, who didn't look impatient at all: "There is a custom among the Morya people: before the tribe's wizard dies, he will use his own blood to baptize his successor, and the past will flow in the blood.
The knowledge passed down to the next person’s veins. However, on the day he died, no one was willing to be baptized.”
Because indeed nothing in this world remains static. Even the Moryas, who are always wandering on the road and always eager to return to their hometown, will change their original concepts due to their own environment and experiences.
"If you want to inherit the position of a wizard, abundant spirituality is indispensable. And I have told you before that the more agile the mind, the richer the knowledge, and the deeper the experience, the more abundant spirituality will be. Such people
It is difficult to find young people under the age of twenty, and the few heirs he carefully selected have all refused the honor of being baptized as wizards."
Hearing this, Lin Ge couldn't help but ask: "Why?"
He originally only brought up this topic to chat with Saint Xalia, but now he is somewhat attracted by the story.
St. Xalia took a deep look at him and replied softly: "Because young people with this kind of character have a typical characteristic, which is to resist tradition and authority. They don't want to be the kind of Moru in the world's impression.
As subhumans, learning mysterious astrology and alchemy, and leading people to wander back home as wizards is no longer an honor for them, but more like a heavy burden. They want to live in the city and
They settled down in the village and felt that they would be able to gain a place with their own abilities and bid farewell to the life of wandering for generations."
"To put it simply, they are eager to integrate into human society and no longer want to be looked at with alien eyes. That is more like humiliation."
"My hometown is so far away. The memory is not so much strange as it is that it has never existed."
"So, they all refused to be baptized and refused to become wizards."
Ringer fell into silence.
Somehow, he saw a familiar thread in this story.
He thought, if Mr. Yang Ke had not suffered that incident and was still the pastor of Tianxin Church and lived safely until the end of his life, when he wanted to pass the church into his own hands, would he be like those who resisted?
Tradition and authority, like the young Moriah, refused without hesitation, not as an honor, but as a burden.
After all, he had never been a devout believer.
It wasn't the case before, it's not the case now, and I'm afraid it won't be the case in the future.
But thinking about it is the most meaningless thing in the world, because time always flows to the future, not back to the past.
He put aside those inexplicable thoughts, returned his attention to the story itself, and asked Saint Xalia: "So in the end, no one was successfully baptized and inherited the old wizard's knowledge and mission?"
Saint Xalia nodded slightly, then shook her head slightly: "It is true that no one became a wizard, but one person was baptized."
"who?"
"I."
St. Shalia recalled the scene at that time. She was not a Morya, so she was not qualified to observe the baptism ceremony, but she was suddenly called to the tent.
When she entered the tent, she saw the old wizard lying on a soft bed, his whole body sinking into the white sheets, as if he was stuck in a vast sea full of snow. He had lost the ability to speak, and could only speak with a kind of fullness.
He looked at the girl who broke in with loving yet resentful eyes, and no one had ever seen that humble and sad posture among the 177 prophecies he gave in his 251 years of life.
The elder who was responsible for presiding over the baptism ceremony understood his last words with a gifted spirituality among the same clan. He solemnly slit the old wizard's throat with a knife. At this time, he was not dead yet. The elder stretched out his withered leaves.
He wiped a trace of blood on the wound with his finger, then gently pressed it on Saint Xalia's forehead, and drew a mysterious symbol.
The old wizard finally felt at ease after seeing this scene. His throat had been cut, but he still let out a roaring laugh. At the same time, his riddled voice also sounded in the girl's ears. He did not
Without speaking, it was the language of the soul. It is said that only the great wizard who has touched the inheritance of the King of Elves can master the supreme skill: "I will not ask you to do anything after receiving my blood, my child."
"Go and take the path you want to take. I have seen the King of Elves waiting on your future road. Under his throne is full of jewels and jade, flags and glory. The ancient sacred tree has written prophecies with its branches, and the ruined
Three thousand years after the disaster, everything will usher in new life and hope. That must be what you are looking for."
"It's a pity that you are a hundred years early, and the prophecy has not yet been confirmed."
"This is fate, so it's not unexpected."
After he finished speaking, he died. Sacred and turbid red flames began to burn from his toes. His crotched body was burned to ashes bit by bit, wrapped in the howling wind, and quickly drifted away like dark snowflakes, disappearing.
.
"From then on, I can see 'destiny'." Saint Xalia turned her palm over, and the golden [Destiny Sign] appeared in the girl's white palm, as quiet as the star in the sky that had not yet bloomed: "Before that,
, Xiaoyang and I just chased the footsteps of others in a daze; and from then on, the line of fate guided us."
In this way, her royal power does not always exist, but is activated after being baptized with blood.
Lin Ge's thoughts moved slightly and he asked aloud: "In what year did the old wizard die?"
St. Charlia remembered clearly that although the Moriyas did not use the AD calendar, she later deliberately compared it with the calendar and kept that date in mind: "October 23, AD 1756."
"..."
On October 23, 1756 AD, before his death, the old wizard of Moliya used his own blood to baptize Saint Shalia, and helped her activate the hidden royal power. In his last words, he told the girl, "You are a hundred years too early."
On October 25, 1855 AD, the girl met Ringo at the Municipal Square Station in Linwell City. At that time, the Mount Sedin Carnival was about to come, and the Moriya tents occupied a part of the city.
In the past hundred years, Saint Xalia failed to find any young girl Queen; and in less than half a year after meeting Linge, she found Oveira and Ietta one after another, among which Oveira
La even found it near the city of Rosting where she had set foot. There seemed to be an invisible force that dominated people's will and thoughts.
Thinking of this, Ringer said sincerely: "The prophecy of the Moryas is indeed miraculous."