He was not surprised by this result. Perhaps many details had been planted in his mind for a long time, but they were often ignored. There are many things in this world that are not controlled by human will. They are just
It naturally exists here, waiting for the right moment to reveal the truth. But which moment is correct enough? In the various philosophical thoughts that have been expressed in words and written so far, no clear conclusion has been given.
With an answer often comes more mysteries: If Feir is the Queen of Girls, why did she join the Witches' Association and call herself a witch? Besides her, there are other witches in the Witches' Association, or rather, others.
The Queen's Sovereignty? What is their purpose in establishing this organization? Did the Eden Plan to create a new world come from their wishes, or was it influenced by those earthly philosophers? Why did they not lose their power and memory, and still recognize themselves?
Sisters from the past?
All kinds of questions are worth pondering, and Feier believes that Ringe cannot be indifferent to them, because human beings are born as a race dominated by curiosity. Their strong desire for knowledge once prompted the great founder Saint Tomi to explore among thorns and vegetation.
Creating a path to the extraordinary also made the sailing battleships 350 years ago tirelessly pursue the wealth and secrets buried on another continent across the sea. Without this curiosity originating from the heart, human beings would be nothing more than
How can an insignificant part of the world become the master of the civilized world?
No one can restrain his curiosity, especially when he is coming into contact with the oldest and most fundamental secrets of the world. This kind of forbidden knowledge is enough to make the magicians of the Windmill Cross or the Society of Truth fall into the most selfless fanaticism.
, and the young people in front of them can touch the truth that they have been searching for all their lives and have found nothing.
There is no better deal in the world than this, Feier thought, although if he asked himself, he would not say anything.
After all, this guy is really annoying.
However, unexpectedly, Ringer withdrew his gaze calmly: "I have nothing more to ask."
It seemed that he really only needed to know this answer. As for the more mysteries hidden behind the answer, he was not interested in it. But if he was not interested in these mysteries, why did he insist on asking?
What about his identity? Could it be that whether he is the queen is very important to him, but nothing else is important?
Feier was a little stunned, but the young man didn't pay attention to her reaction and calmly pressed on the last option. After that, a cold prompt box popped up: [Escape failed].
His level is lower than Alice, so the probability of successful escape is naturally lower than that of Alice. This is not surprising. Despite this, a certain genius player couldn't help but sigh, with a hint of sigh.
The meaning of hating iron is that it cannot be transformed into steel. I probably think that I am unlucky and forget it. Why are you so bad too?
After that, Metien suffered the same failure as her brother and failed to escape. Feir looked on coldly and did not say a word, nor did she try to launch an attack. She seemed to be very familiar with turn-based games and knew that she was at this time
There was nothing she could do, so her efforts were in vain. In the mist behind her, dark figures flashed like ghosts, holding sharp weapons and covered with hard shells. They were actually the three trusted men of Feir.
The subordinates and her loyal soldiers are blocked by the realm of nothingness, so they cannot hear the conversations here, nor can they see the movement here. They stand there like steel statues, but this silent posture gives people a sense of silence.
There was a sense of solemnity and solemnity, and it was as if one could feel their blades passing through the corners of their eyebrows, and smell the rusty smell of iron filings left behind when the magical bullets penetrated the skull.
At this moment, this iron-gray army is like a dependent created by the Dread Witch from the world of chaos, faithfully following its master, eyeing the prey that has fallen into the trap with nowhere to escape, waiting to eat their flesh and blood.
The time has come to drink its blood.
That is the moment when Alice and others' turn ends. When their turn comes, the countless action rounds are enough to submerge any resisting siblings. Not a single miserable whimper can be heard, because they have all been strangled by the steel gun.
, died silently.
There is a countdown in the dark, hanging above everyone's head. Although it is invisible to the naked eye, the sound of the pointer clicking and moving will naturally be heard in the heart, so everyone knows that they are heading towards the predetermined ending of the story. That's good.
Is it bad? It depends entirely on luck.
As Medien ended his turn, the right to act was handed over to Saint Shalia, which made Alice excited. Because they were both young queens, the levels of Saint Shalia and Feir were question marks.
This has nothing to do with strength, it is purely equality in terms of status. Since the levels are the same, the probability of successful escape is greatly increased.
"Come on, Saint Shalia!"
she encouraged.
But the shepherd girl did not respond. After her eyes paused on the five options in front of her for a long time, she slowly raised her head and looked at Feir steadily. Her entranced posture seemed to have returned to the time when she was there a long time ago.
When she was in the apple orchard, she often raised her head and looked at the tiny sky divided into pieces from the branches of the apple trees, imagining her past and future. She always felt that she had many memories about the world, her unknown destiny, and her appearance.
The reason for this, but where have those memories gone now? Along with an unforeseen dream, have they disappeared to a place far, far away that you will never be able to reach in your lifetime?
She spoke softly, her tone like a bunch of pale sunshine frozen on the top of an apple tree, melancholy and sad: "I also have a question that I want to ask you."
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This sentence is undoubtedly addressed to Feir. It is not a request or inquiry, but a verification.
Lin Ge thought silently.
If you have never heard what the young man said to the girl one night in the Saussen Mountains, amidst the crimson fire mist and butterfly-like sparks, you will not be able to understand what she said to those you have never met.
What kind of emotions do the sisters have? Indeed, this girl has no memory of the past, but she always felt that she would be a good sister, and she has been until today.
Facing Saint Xalia, Feier restrained her cold expression. She seemed to have foreseen what kind of questions the other party would ask, so she couldn't bear to see her sad and sorrowful eyes. She slightly turned her cheek and gave a
Golden hair fell from the gap between the dark red windshield and her ears, like shining gold earrings. She tried hard to keep her tone calm and did not reveal any strange emotions: "You ask, I -" p>
She suddenly sniffed and her voice became much duller: "I will answer it all."
Feier didn't say "I won't tell you if it involves the secrets of the association," because she knew very well that with the character of the girl in front of her, she would never ask any questions that would make her feel embarrassed. She had been like this a long time ago,
Always consider everyone's feelings, but forget to consider your own.
"Yeah."
St. Charlia's voice came over lightly, as subtle as the wind blowing through the dead leaves on the ground, and like water caressing the sand at the bottom of the river: "I want to ask you, Miss Feir, the person you mentioned before
A girl named Xia Tisi."
"She actually——"
She gently clenched her palms in front of her chest. In the world of the game, she didn't sweat or feel dizzy, but she felt extremely nervous: "Is that me?"