Saint Xalia felt that she had had a very strange dream. For a person like her, it is impossible to dream easily. She always closes her eyes when sleeping and lingers in the dark for a long time. When she opens her eyes again, it is
At dawn, there is nothing in the middle except emptiness. The old wizard of the Morya people said that dreams are luxury goods, because they may indicate some mysterious premonition or some magical prophecy, which comes from the infinite universe.
An inadvertent gaze from a certain god instantly transports one's thoughts beyond the current dimension to a higher and further place, overlooking the world below like a chessboard.
In this rare dream, the time span is stretched very long, from the endless war between dragons and giants in ancient times, to the first time when humans drank blood and looked up at the stars; from the dark and ignorant legends fermenting in taverns and alleys in the Middle Ages
, to the werewolves or vampires who were fleeing in panic and died in the flames of steam rifles... The scenes seen in the dream were also bizarre. The light was cut by infinitely extended time and split into countless tiny glass fragments. From each fragment,
Saint Xalia saw what he looked like.
Sometimes there are wind fairies, traveler fairies, elves, leaf patrolling fairies and other lively and cute little creatures surrounding him, chasing and playing with each other, emitting clear and childish laughter like silver bells, echoing under the dreamy sky, a seven-color
The rainbow river meanders upward, and the shadow of the giant tree can be faintly seen in the river. She sat quietly on the fragrant meadow, staring at the tree, then turned back, and spoke to her memory with a voice as soft as the reverberation of the strings.
The strangers in Mo Lake said: "After you leave, you can go there, rebuild your hometown under that tree, and protect those kind creatures from the claws of evil. As for my stubborn sisters, I will find a way
To persuade them to give up that crazy plan, although the possibility of success is not high."
"What about you, mentor?" One person asked: "If you can't convince them, why do you still stay here? This is too dangerous. Please leave with us - only under your leadership can we find the right path."
direction and on the right path."
"Don't belittle your abilities. Everyone has the qualification to decide their own future direction and the path they take. You should believe in your own heart and not depend on my will." She said softly: "What's more, between us and them.
After all, they are sisters. They have been separated for many years, so there is no reason not to see each other."
"...I understand, mentor." Although the man was a little unwilling, he understood that he could not change her decision, so he nodded helplessly and agreed. Then, he asked: "This trip, if we really
The demon spirit's hometown has been rebuilt at the place where you foreshadowed it. Could you please give it a name?"
She stared at the ancient sacred tree for a long time, and slowly uttered two words from her mouth: "Paradise."
"Paradise?"
"That's right, let's call it Paradise Country. I hope that each of you can find happiness in that paradise land. Also, Green Elle."
She suddenly called out the person's full name, and he quickly stepped forward: "Teacher, is there anything else I need to tell you?"
"After establishing Paradise Township, you will inherit the Holy See of the Church. In the name of the King of Elves, you will protect your people. Remember... never give up hope at any time."
"..."
There was a sudden silence behind her, and after a long time, she heard a heavy reply: "Yes."
……
Sometimes, in the surrounding rolling mountains, she saw battlefields littered with corpses. Blood gathered into rivers and flowed under the roots of countless trees, providing them with nutrients for overgrowth. She stood on the battlefield
In the middle of the room, she saw that every familiar face became cold in her sight. The vast sky and the boundless forest stretched out to the top of her head and all around. But she was the only one standing alone in the vast world. She felt very sad.
Lonely and cold.
A voice came from behind: "Human living in this world is a process of constant acquisition and constant abandonment. These two fates exist at the same time and are inseparable. If you want to get something, you must abandon it."<
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"If you are willing to abandon your innocence, you can get the world; if you are willing to abandon your weakness, you can change the world; but if you are not willing to abandon anything, you will be changed by the world."
"Saint Shalia, what kind of person do you want to be?"
"Are you ready to give up something and then get something?"
she asked.
Saint Xalia pursed her lips and remained silent for a long, long time. The other party showed no sign of impatience and waited for a long, long time. The cold wind blew across the battlefield, sending out a hollow and shocking echo between each skeleton, which was horrifying.
.It wasn’t until the sky darkened as if it were falling, the earth roared as if it was rising, and the world trembled as if it was about to end, that the girl standing in the center of the battlefield, with her long green hair slightly fluttering like a flag, spoke and replied: "I...
…”
……
So, how did you answer that time?
After too long, Saint Xalia had forgotten it, and she could not recall it in her dream.
She smelled the slightly earthy breeze, and a few grasses tickled her cheeks and neck playfully, reminding the girl that it was time to wake up from her dream. Although she was a little regretful, she did not force it, and slowly opened her eyes.
Two different faces suddenly came into view. One of them was that of a lamb. It was looking at its owner with concern and bleated happily after finding Saint Xalia waking up. The other face was a little strange.
Unexpectedly, it was Ringer's, but when he saw Saint Xalia regaining consciousness, he took two steps back, distanced himself, and disappeared from the girl's eyes.
Saint Xalia was a little disappointed for some reason. Maybe it was because Ringer's evasive attitude made her feel disliked, or maybe it was some other reason that she couldn't explain herself? In short, she sat up from the grass first and stretched out her hand.
After touching the lamb's head and calming it down, he turned his attention to Ringer.
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"Sorry, I didn't know you were waiting for me." Saint Xalia said apologetically.
"It's nothing, because I didn't wait too long." Ringer ignored the matter as if nothing happened.
"What!"
Xiaoyang looked at this duplicitous young man with disdain and shouted at him a few times, which was both a demonstration and a reminder to his master not to be fooled by this guy's lies!
However, Ringer just glanced at this guy calmly, and it hunched its tail and ran away behind Saint Xalia, gently nudging its owner's neck with its head, asking her to seek justice for him. This bully, afraid of the strong, and bullying others,
Ringer always had the illusion of hallucination, as if what he saw was not actually a sheep, but a certain blond-haired maid who did not want to be named and loved to play games.
Saint Xalia smiled slightly, hugged the lamb with some difficulty, held it in her arms, and gently stroked the hair as soft as white clouds. The lamb was comforted by its owner and no longer competed with Ringer.
Lying honestly on the girl's lap, he looked very at ease. But occasionally he would cast a provocative look at Ringer, as if to say: Can you do this kind of thing?
Even if you can do it, you won’t be able to do it.
Lin Ge had no expression on his face. He found a piece of flat grass and sat down, still keeping a distance of two or three steps from Saint Xalia. This young man with a cold temperament was always reluctant to get too close to others.
Even if the relationship between him and the young queen is too distant to be called a mere collaborator, it seems not that simple to say they are friends.
Saint Xalia didn't care. While stroking the lamb's hair, she looked up at the blue sky that kept passing through her eyes as the cloud whale flew, and said: "Actually, I just had a dream, Ringer.
”
The young man knew that this was actually her cue to start the topic. Obviously, the shepherd girl who had just woken up from her sleep had a strong desire to talk. This was also a good thing for Ringer, because if Saint Xalia always remained silent
If so, he didn't know how to explain the other party. So, he followed this topic and asked: "What kind of dream?"
Saint Xalia told Linge all the bizarre sights she saw and the incredible words she heard in her dream, and then a look of thinking appeared in her eyes: "The old wizard once said to me, what appeared in my dream
The revelation is called dream revelation, and it may also be a prophecy. Ringer, what do you think this dream wants to predict for me?"
After Ringer listened, he fell into thinking for a long time. Saint Xalia was not in a hurry and waited for his answer quietly. The cool wind blew in her face, and the vegetation on the hillocks undulated slightly and rustled. The shepherd girl felt
This gust of wind was very comfortable, so even if the bangs on her forehead were messed up by the wind, she had no intention of reaching out to cover them. In her eyes, there were green meadows first, and then dense woods, with a path leading to the flower fields.
Further along the winding path is the edge of Cloud Whale Sky Island, where all kinds of precipitous and majestic trees grow, inhabiting all kinds of majestic birds that dare to fight against the ten-thousand-meter sky. Looking beyond these trees, you can see the winding
The winding coastline, the horizon where the sky meets the ocean... are all incredibly far away.
She suddenly felt relaxed and happy. She felt that her whole body was very relaxed, and there was no burden on her body or spirit. Perhaps even without the cloud whale, she could soar under the vast blue sky. At this time, she heard something in her ears.
After careful consideration, the young man came to the conclusion: "Perhaps, this is not a prophecy."
"What is that?" She turned her head, her golden eyes not concealing her closeness and trust, as if she would believe whatever Ringer said.
Somehow, the young man felt a little uncomfortable with this sight. He silently looked away, deliberately not to look at the girl, and said: "I think your memory is starting to recover."