Next to the windmill tower of Yinye Pagoda, there is a small field that she used to grow vegetables such as onions, small fragrant roots, potatoes and cabbage. Later, it was gradually abandoned and now it is grown freely.
Overtaken by weeds and shrubs, even the happily blooming primroses cannot cross the border and invade their territory.
However, it vaguely retains its past appearance, including field ridges and ridges. Therefore, when Lin Ge and others saw it at a glance, they knew that it was an abandoned field, not simply an overgrown grassland.
Iyeta didn't expect that Olvera had been wandering around her room for several days, looking like she was hesitant to speak, but it ended up just for such a thing. She asked curiously: "What do you plan to do with this field?"
What to do?"
"What to do." Olivia tilted her head, thinking this question was strange, because can the fields be used for other things? It was nothing more than: "Use it to grow things."
So Ietta had to change her words: "What to plant?"
Olivia replied: "Plant flowers."
"Flower?" Ietta's eyes lit up: "Is it a primrose? You are very discerning. Our primrose in Avignon is the most beautiful flower in the entire Salia Field, no, in the whole world! It is
There are seven colors. Depending on the season you plant, the quality of fertilization, the amount of watering, etc., the colors will gradually change into different shades, so in fact there are hundreds of colors. For example, green is divided into light green
, leaf green, emerald green, jade and emerald, etc..."
She kept talking and became unexpectedly talkative at this time. If she hadn't interrupted, she might have brought up this topic until tomorrow, so Olvera had to seize the opportunity for her to breathe and interjected: "No.
Primroses are violets."
"Eh? Isn't it?"
Ieta was speechless, a little disappointed visible to the naked eye, but she quickly cheered up: "It doesn't matter, violets are pretty pretty too. By the way, I haven't seen what violets look like. How do they compare with primroses?" Olivia immediately replied: "Then I think violet must be more beautiful."
After all, it is the teacher’s favorite flower.
Ieta puffed up her cheeks, wrapped her wings around her body, huddled herself in a ball of feathers, and muttered in a low voice: "Primroses are obviously more beautiful."
After all, it is everyone’s favorite flower in Avignon.
But Olvera still heard it.
The two refused to give in, and after arguing on this issue for more than ten minutes, they finally decided to shelve the dispute and respect each other's preferences.
After ending this meaningless debate, Olvera remembered that she still had something important to say.
"I didn't lend your field in vain, I will pay you." She said to Iyeta seriously: "Is there anything you want?"
Remuneration? Iyetta had never thought of such a thing. She was startled for a moment, and then shook her head blankly: "I don't have anything I want. Besides, the field is already abandoned. It doesn't matter if you use it whatever you want.
I don’t need to be paid.”
"That won't work. Ringer said that there is no reason to let others pay for you for free, so I must pay you." Olvera insisted, but she became a little discouraged as she spoke: "Although I
I don’t have anything to give you, I can only read books... Do you have any books you want to read, or any answers you want to know?"
Iyeta wanted to shake his head and say that he had no desire in this regard, but a thought suddenly flashed through his mind, and his words changed when he said it: "Can you find a book related to feather elves?"
"Feather Elf?" Oveira looked at her six snow-white wings. There was still some dust haze at the end of the wing feathers. She showed a sudden look: "Is that your race?"
"Yeah."
Iyetta nodded slightly and said: "From the moment I became conscious, I knew that I was different from the people around me. Some of them were humans, some were goblins, some were werewolves, fog elves, whales and so on.
But no matter what race you are, you can find your own kind. But I am different. I have never seen other feather elves, and I don’t know where to look for them. So, I want to know those feather elves who are like me.
Elves, where have they all gone? Can you help me?"
Olivia nodded.
This is indeed a very important question. If a person does not know where he comes from, he is no different from an ignorant insect. Like me, although I have lost my parents and country, I still know my origin and know that there are many things in the world.
There are many light elves like him. When meeting them, even though they don't know each other, they will feel a sense of closeness. But it would be too pitiful for Ietta if she couldn't experience this emotion.
She put her black lantern on the steps, and the candlelight in the lamp served as weak illumination. Then she picked up the thick book with some difficulty, put it on her knees, spread it out, and opened it to the "Library of Truth".
】Looking for answers to your questions.
But as soon as she entered the keywords, she was dumbfounded because there were so many results. The dazzling array of book titles dazzled her. At a quick glance, she saw titles like "Blessings from the Sky and Distant Empires", "Falling to Earth", "Feathered Man"
"Descendants", "A List of Major Battles of the Celestial Race in Three Thousand Years" and other books.
I bite the bullet and open a book. From what is recorded in the book, I can know that the feather elves have indeed established their own civilization. It is an extremely huge empire. However, the specific year is not written in the book. It is based on the chronology after the establishment of the empire.
The narrative is based on major events, which cannot correspond to the current history. It should be a long, long time ago.
In addition, there are also some folklore legends about "the people with six wings on their backs and their sky city"; or the few words left by magicians about the mysterious race of the Yu tribe, which have little reference value. I think.
To find the answer Ieta wants from this vast sea of classics, it is estimated that it will take 30,000 sleepless days and nights to do it. Although Ovela likes reading, she does not have so much time and energy to focus on it.
Up there.
She told Iyetta the result with a sad face, not daring to face her gaze. But Miss Angel was not disappointed at all. Perhaps she had expected this result, and she replied lightly: "Okay.
Well, forget it."
The past is indeed important, but dwelling on the past is not a good thing.
Olvera breathed a sigh of relief quietly, but what she promised was not fulfilled, which still made her a little confused: "How about you try another question?"
At the same time, she hinted to Iyeta that the question should be more precise and not Taimo Lake. This would narrow the search scope and increase the probability of getting the answer.
So Iyetta thought for a while, and she thought of a very precise question.
"I want to know how to be happy."
She looked longingly at the princess in Beimang, not noticing that Her Royal Highness's expression had become stiff.
This question is indeed very precise from the title point of view; but from the definition point of view, it is more vague than the previous question. At least, Olvera can already give her own answers before using the [Library of Truth] to search.
Conclusion: I definitely can’t find any useful answers.
Even so, she still searched for luck with a sense of luck, hoping for some miracle.
Then she understood the truth more deeply: Miracles are indeed very luxurious things for people.
"I'm sorry..." Olvera felt very guilty, feeling that she was really useless. She clearly held the power of the young girl who created the world, but she couldn't even find the answer to such a simple question. She might as well play games with Alice.<
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Depressed.
Iyetta herself saw very clearly. She leaned her head against the wooden door, raised her head slightly, and looked at the starry sky above her head that kept retreating and sweeping away. All the shining stars flashed away in her eyes. The essence was
The white whale is constantly leaping towards the other end of the sea of clouds. It leaps high from the sea, draws a graceful arc under the night, and then falls to the bottom of the sea, stirring up a surging fog tide, and the stars are far away.
A shallow shimmer is reflected in the ocean, like a large group of shining jellyfish rising up with the waves, passing through the large black reefs and coral trees. The roar of the tide can be clearly heard under the cochlea.
She looked at all this, then smiled softly and said: "It doesn't matter."
"I know that happiness is not that simple. If you always want to pursue shortcuts to obtain it, you will be punished by your own greed like those who clearly have happiness but are not satisfied. I have been punished once
I’ve learned a lesson, so I won’t do anything like that again.”
Of course, it would be a bit cunning to say something like this after asking questions, so the thin-skinned Miss Angel still blushed a little, and added in a low voice: "What I just said doesn't count."
"Pfft." Oveira couldn't help laughing.
The angel was even more embarrassed, so he covered his face with his wings, only revealing his eyes, staring at her blinkingly.
"Don't get me wrong, I just think you are... cute." Oveira finally stopped smiling. At this moment, something Lin Ge had said to her before suddenly flashed through her mind, and she turned her head and said
Iyetta's eyes met, and she felt like she was seeing a whole piece of clean blue sky: "Iyeta, have you ever thought about... how to find the answer?"
"Huh?" Iyetta showed a confused expression. It was obvious that she had not thought about it.
"How to obtain happiness is a huge question, so there are many answers. Telling others about it after personal experience is one kind of answer, and drawing conclusions after observing it with the naked eyes and mind is also another kind of answer. I think
, given your current situation, the latter answer may be more suitable."
"Hmm, it's so complicated. I can't quite understand it. So what do you mean?"
"What I mean is - to put it simply, Ieta, write a book!"