The night on Yunjing Sky Island is still quiet. The window of Tianxin Church reflects the warm firelight, attracting hundreds of colorful moths to circle and dance around. The golden and silver scales sparkle like schools of swimming fish on the seabed.
sparkling.
It's evening study time now.
Of course, there was no such class originally, but after Neville left Cloud Whale Sky Island, Leticia was left unattended. Ringer was worried that this energetic little bat would cause trouble everywhere, so he forcibly removed her in the name of late night self-study.
She stayed in the church. Considering that the girl might feel lonely studying alone, he also called Leticia's two best friends over, namely Metien, who was seriously reviewing her pharmacological knowledge, and Xie, who was crying beside her.
rice.
Ringer was discussing with Saint Shalia about the golden apple.
Before meeting Saint Xalia, Linge once ate an apple. It is said that its origin is Liufende Mountain in the Republic of White City, and asked the King of White City to launch a war for it. Of course, it was probably just a vendor.
It’s just a sales pitch. Even the breeds with the purest bloodlines have long had nothing to do with their ancestors after hundreds of years of local cultivation.
Ringer never thought that the apple would push him to embark on a fantasy adventure. No matter how you looked at it, it was just an ordinary apple and had nothing to do with the legendary relic of the goddess. Medien even
I bought it at a discount in the garden market, and the reason was that one day after finishing his daily morning prayers, Ringo casually said that he wanted to eat apples.
Could it be that that sentence was the beginning of all destiny? How could there be such a coincidence in the world?
When the young man confessed his feelings to Saint Xalia, the shepherd girl showed a puzzled expression on her face. She put down the scripture in her hand, her eyebrows as delicate as willow leaves slightly frowned, and she spoke in a cautious and slow tone.
He said to Ringer: "I never said the golden apple was a real apple, Ringer, that was just what my mother called it."
"What do you mean?" Ringer's pupils shrank: "You mean, the apple I ate was indeed just an ordinary apple and has nothing to do with the golden apple?"
"It doesn't matter." Saint Xalia shook her head gently: "The golden apple is a sacred object left by the mother, and it is also the key to the royal power of the fourteen girls. It is not food, or even a common substance in the world, so it does not matter.
Possibly eaten in the form of actual consumption.”
"But when you first met me, you did call me... the son of the man who accidentally ate the golden apple?"
Ringer was deeply impressed by that scene, and he still often recalls it in his dreams: In the municipal square occupied by the Moryas, people were coming and going among the colorful tents, and there were clowns smearing their faces with oil paint everywhere.
Jugglers throwing colored balls in the sky, veiled soothsayers pretending to be mysterious, and steel animal cages imprisoning black bears and tigers... It was in such a funny and joyful atmosphere that he met a woman who was as beautiful as a book.
The girl among the elves reveals a prophecy, or warning, about the future to the young people who have not yet entered the whirlpool of destiny.
Later, there was the light in Thorson Mountain, the giant whale in Thalia Field, the flames in Xugen Swamp, and the adventure under the blue sky and sea. If destiny needs to start, then the encounter with Saint Thalia is undoubtedly the beginning.
At the beginning of Ringer, she wrote the first paragraph for this novel, just like what is written in many story books: A long time ago...it often ends with "living a happy life".
Ringer didn't know if his story could end in the same way, but he remembered the memory of the beginning without any mistakes.
"That's a description."
Saint Xalia said softly: "Because when I first saw you, I did smell the breath of golden apples in your body. I don't know how it integrates with your destiny. In theory,
This is impossible to say, so I could only explain it to you in the most popular way at that time: you ate the golden apple, so it appeared in your body. As for what the actual situation was
I haven’t figured it out until now, because I’ve lost too much memory and can’t remember many things.”
She paused and then said: "Besides, I feel that even if I didn't lose my memory, I probably wouldn't be able to explain this situation."
Ringer asked: "Why?"
"Because all the young queens, including me, know very little about the golden apple." St. Shalia replied: "We only know that it is a sacred object that was conceived by the mother with part of her own power before she fell into a deep sleep. But
What exactly it looks like, what kind of power it has, and how to use it... I don’t know anything about it.”
"How is this possible?" Ringer couldn't help but said: "If you have really come into contact with golden apples, you should have some impressions, right?"
"But we have never been exposed to golden apples."
"What!?"
"The golden apple fell into the world at the beginning of creation and has never been preserved in the Temple of Heaven. Therefore, although we, the young queens, know about its existence, we have never actually come into contact with it."
"Why is this happening?" Ringer quickly asked: "Did the goddess deliberately prevent you from touching the golden apple? Or did it fall into the world because of an accident?"
No matter what the reason is, it seems to indicate a profound past event, perhaps related to events such as the witches establishing a witch association, exterminating aliens, and guiding the history of the mirror star world to the history of the earth.
but.
"I have no idea."
Saint Xalia shook her head, her eyes were lowered, and her eyes were inexplicably deep, as if recalling the past things would make her feel empty and confused: "I have tried hard to recall, but I have never been able to remember. Those things have a negative impact on me."
It seems a bit far away. I'm sorry, Ringer."
For a person who has lost his memory, time is always moving forward. If you insist on going back to the past, that is very unreasonable.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Linge realized that his attitude seemed a bit too forcing. Presumably Saint Xalia's inner anxiety should be more serious than his own, but he couldn't remember the past.
The incident was not her fault, and she had no reason to blame the other party for it. After thinking about this, the young man's tone slowed down slightly: "It's okay, Saint Xalia, I'm just a little surprised, why did this happen?
It seems that there is still something hidden in the story Feir told last time."
"But it's impossible for us to find her and ask her to tell her story again." Saint Xalia said in a very determined tone: "Despite her lively and cheerful appearance, she is actually a very tough person. If she makes up her mind
No matter what others say, nothing can change her mind."
She has obviously lost her memory, but she still knows the personalities of her sisters very well. Maybe this is her sister's instinct.
"It would be great if there was a way to learn the truth from other channels." Ringer said with regret.
Saint Xalia glanced at him: "Entering the Temple of Heaven is one way."
"The premise is that we find the remaining two queens who symbolize order."
"I believe you can do it, Ringer. You have found five of us, and the remaining two will be found soon."
"I hope so……"
The conversation between the two gradually turned to small talk. The flames burning on the copper candlestick flickered, casting two figures very close to each other on the wall of the corridor. Perhaps even they themselves did not realize that they were so close to each other.
And they were still getting closer. But at this time, Metien's panicked cry suddenly came from the basswood bench under the podium: "Yeah!?"
Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of the stained glass window being smashed: clatter, clatter, clatter, clatter!
A dark figure quickly flew out of the broken window before anyone could react, and quickly disappeared into the night.