"I want to know how to get the golden apple out of my body."
Ringer said to Saint Xalia: "To you, it may be a precious treasure left by the goddess, but to me it is an unnecessary burden. Because I am just an ordinary person and just want to live a peaceful life.
I have no intention of being involved in the fate of others. In this case, returning it to its original owner is the best choice."
That’s what I said.
Alice, who was sitting next to her, dug out a spoonful of mashed potatoes and curled her lips where Ringer couldn't see her: I just want to live a peaceful life. It sounds like what the hero of a Japanese light novel should say, and your character
It doesn’t quite match.
But Ringer really thinks so, and even in his heart, nothing is more important than this.
I used to be a priest, and later I will be a history teacher. I worked hard in this city and earned a weekly salary that was enough to sustain my life. My life was like a steam train track. After so many years, it has not changed at all. Just look at it like this.
My sister grew up little by little, pursuing her dreams, and always had a happy smile on her face... It was the promise he made in front of someone's grave.
Even if a maid fell from the sky later in the family, it could not change this idea. Alice is special. Maybe one day she will leave here and go far away, but Ringo will not. He is destined to live
People in this city live in this small church.
Therefore, when he looked seriously at Saint Charia's eyes, waiting for her answer, Saint Charia was also looking into his eyes, and was convinced that he saw something based on human emotions in those hazy golden colors.
, and I deeply realized one thing: the young man in front of me does not live in the present, or in other words, he has never lived in the present.
He has been living in a certain memory from a long time ago, stubbornly refusing to come out.
Under your gaze, what exactly did he see in his eyes?
Saint Xalia opened her mouth slightly: "Sorry, Mr. Ringer, I have no way to answer this question."
"But——"
She raised her hand, and countless golden threads flowed out of the void, gathering in her palm, as if weaved by a pair of invisible hands, and gradually turned into a fluffy ball of thread, which looked small and delicate. Holding the golden thread in her hand
Saint Xalia, who was a ball of wool, looked at Ringer with clear eyes: "You can find the answer by yourself."
"What is this?" Alice came forward curiously, stretched out her hand to pat the ball of wool: "A toy to amuse the cat?"
Saint Xalia calmly avoided her hand and handed the ball of wool woven with the thread of fate to Linger. After seeing the latter take it, she explained in a soft voice: "This is [destiny]
Beacon] is also the power I have as the agent of the king of destiny. Everyone will be confused sometimes, because fate is always so fair. At this time, you might as well leave the choice to things other than reason and try to believe in a whim.
The impulse may not lead you to the right path, but it must be the path that suits you best."
The golden ball of wool floated in Ringer's palm. It seemed to have no substance and no weight, but the magical thing was that the young man could indeed feel its existence. Even if he closed his eyes, there was still light from it in the dark vision.
Brilliance. If I had to make a metaphor, it would probably be similar to a person and his shadow.
Light must coexist with shadow, and people must coexist with their destiny.
Ringer asked: "How do I use its power?"
"It's very simple." Saint Xalia said: "Recite in your mind what you want to know or think about, and then throw it out."
That is indeed too simple, as long as you have the skills.
Alice urged: "Then what are you waiting for? Give it a try!"
Metien also stared at the ball of wool in Ringer's hand with curious and expectant eyes.
Is destiny just a toy used to amuse cats, or is it a child's ignorant play?
Ringer stared at the ball of wool in his hand, and according to what Saint Xalia said, he said silently in his heart: I want to know how to peel the golden apple from the body.
Then, gently throw the ball of wool out.
Under the joint gaze of the four people, the thrown ball of wool first rose and then fell. After falling to the ground, it rolled in one direction, and finally even passed through the wall and disappeared. On the road it passed
, leaving a golden line guiding the unknown road.
"North." Saint Xalia said: "This is the way forward guided by the 'line' for you, and it is also the direction I came from."
There was a look of memories in her eyes: "I woke up in a mountain in the north and took the lamb on a journey to find other sisters. During this period, I briefly stopped in a city full of ancient trees and flowers. I had a premonition.
, this line will eventually extend to that city."
"A city of ancient trees and flowers?" A name came to mind in Ringer's mind: "You should be talking about the 'prosperous city' Rosting located at the southern foot of the Sosen Mountains. Where is the answer I want?
”
"Destiny dictates that it should be so."
Saint Xalia's gaze passed over the faces of the three of them one by one, and she said softly: "The golden apple left by my mother has caused you trouble, and this is also my responsibility. Therefore, in this matter,
I am willing to provide some help to the best of my ability. If you have made up your mind, you can come to me at the 'Sleep of the Goblin' hotel at 13 Scherer Street, Rosting, and I will be waiting for your arrival there."
After saying that, she stood up, picked up the lamb that was still reluctant to part with the beef and carrots, and said goodbye to the three of them. Ringer did not hold back, and was still thinking about it. Metien stepped forward and volunteered: "I'll send you away, Shengxia."
Sister Liya!"
The little pink-haired girl led the girl and the sheep out of the kitchen, leaving only Alice and Ringer. The maid quietly observed her employer's expression, but she couldn't see what he was thinking. After all, her ability to observe words and emotions was still limited.
Not enough, and Ringer happens to be the most difficult person to see through.
After observing for a long time, I finally decided to ask directly.
"Linge, what do you think?" She pretended to be very casual and asked: "If you want to listen to Saint Xalia, do you want to go to that city of Luosting and take a look? In fact, I think it's pretty good, even if
She is fooling us, so it doesn’t matter. How about treating it as a trip? As a maid, I have worked conscientiously for you for so long, so it shouldn’t be too much to take me on a trip, right? And Metien, she studies so hard,
Sooner or later something will happen if she is tired, so I would like to take this opportunity to help her relax... Uh, who am I kidding, I didn't say anything?"
Faced with Ringer's sudden gaze, she gave in decisively and shrank herself under the dining table like a quail.
Then, his plain voice came to my ears:
"Let's eat first."
……
Medien left the kitchen with Saint Charlia. When passing the statue of the goddess, the girl suddenly stopped, raised her head, and fixed her gaze on the veiled face. From the stone silence, she felt something
A look of compassion and pity. Her eyes were vacant and slightly absent-minded.
When Metien saw this, she also stopped. She remembered that the girl in front of her called the goddess "Mother", and when she mentioned the goddess, her tone was very gentle. Presumably, in the ancient era when the world was just born, their relationship should be very...
Close, right? Just like a real mother and daughter. But when she woke up, everything changed. She couldn't find her mother, nor could she find other sisters. She could only wander around the world alone, looking for it. That should be
A very lonely feeling.
If it were me, I would definitely not be able to bear it. There would be no father, no Ringer, and no Alice’s world...
She suddenly tugged on the girl's sleeves and lowered her voice and said: "This statue of the goddess was made by my father by the most famous carver in Linwell City. How about it, Sister Saint Shalia, and the real one?"
Compared with the goddess, do they look alike?"
Saint Xalia shook her head slightly.
Metien thought she didn't mean it, and was a little disappointed. He complained in his heart that it must be the craftsman's poor workmanship. At this time, he suddenly heard her speak again, her voice seemed relieved, but it was so gentle that it made people sad: