"Okay, let's stop talking here. It's time to get to the point." Tiandis looked back and chuckled: "If I delay it any longer, I'm afraid Victoria will come to trouble me. You guys too
You know, although she is the philosopher of the Witches' Association, it is just a signal of cooperation between the kingdom and the association. In essence, she values her identity as queen more, and loves the Kingdom of Great Brita more than she does the Witches' Association.
Love.”
"Everyone will have something they are passionate about, a goal worth striving for life. If not, such people are empty, and they have never truly lived. Mr. Ringer, what is the thing you are passionate about?"
She naturally shifted the topic to Ringer. The young man frowned slightly and did not answer directly. Instead, he asked: "Does this have anything to do with the topic you want to talk about?"
"Of course there is, and it is a very deep relationship." Tiandis grinned and said: "Mr. Ringer, you are a very special person. This is not only observed with the naked eye, but also after careful analysis of your life experience.
The conclusion drawn. Although you are not strong, taciturn, sometimes too realistic, always hiding your thoughts, it seems that you are not an easy person to get close to... Even though you have all the above shortcomings, you have still become the leader of this team.
The core and leader have awakened the queen's power of the lost girls one after another. I personally don't think this is luck, so you have some kind of special power that others don't have, do you understand?"
Before Ringer could answer, Alice next to him muttered: "I am obviously the core and leader of the team!"
Saint Xalia also stood up and spoke for Linge: "That's because fate chose Linge and gave him such... power."
"destiny?"
Tiandis thought about it for a while, and suddenly smiled: "Maybe it can be explained this way, but it is not accurate enough, Miss Saint Xalia. Everyone in this world is chosen by fate, but only a few people can catch it.
The tail of destiny steps on the path it leads, whether it is active or passive, when he takes the step, he has surpassed most mediocre mortals. Do you think what I say makes sense?"
Saint Xalia was silent after hearing this. She should not agree with the enemy's views, but what Tiandis said was exactly what she had always thought. Why is there a thread of fate on everyone's body? Because everyone is affected by fate.
The chosen one. But only a few can follow this line unswervingly, and Ringo is one of them, so he is special. Although initially, the young man embarked on the journey not on a personal basis
Will, but the macroscopic aspect of destiny is precisely reflected in every tiny individual's rebellion and search for its own will.
"What do you think, Mr. Ringer?" Tiandis asked.
The young man was indifferent and continued to repeat what he had just said: "Does this have anything to do with the topic you want to say?"
"I can't tell that you are still an impatient person, Mr. Ringer. In that case, I won't show off." Tiandis smiled and said: "Although you are a very special person, the point is that you are not right now.
I didn’t use my specialness in the right place. Although it is a rare quality to stick to a path, isn’t it good to know when you have lost your way? So, Mr. Ringer, what I mean is——
"
She gently raised her hand and handed her flawless white palm to the young man. Seeing this, Saint Xalia opened her eyes slightly, and Alice even shouted out: "Stop, stop, stop! Should you?
Would you like to invite Linge to join your witch association?"
"Huh?" Tiandis raised his eyebrows in surprise: "You are really smart, Miss Alice, did you guess this?"
"It's because the plot has been repeated too many times!" Alice said angrily: "That Ronning Lavelle said that he once listed Ringer as a candidate member of the Witch Association, and the fear witch Feir also said it personally
You invited Ling Ge to join you, but now you are doing this trick again, why, can’t you just visit the thatched cottage three times?”
"Hahaha, that's it." Tiandis was not embarrassed at all, but found it very interesting: "Feir and Lang Ning didn't mention it, but it doesn't matter, it only proves that our vision is different.
It's equally good, maybe I'm even better, because I'm inviting not only Mr. Ringer, but also you - all the guests present, and those who are not here, no matter who is willing to join the Witches' Association, I am very interested.
welcome."
"No!" Alice refused flatly, and the reason for the refusal was also very strange: "I have only heard of villains joining the protagonist group to clean up their innocence, but I have never heard of the protagonist group to slander and join the villain group, so I won't do it!"
"Very interesting reason." Tiandis nodded, then looked at the others: "What about you?"
As expected, they all received a negative answer. Those with a gentle personality, such as Rorona, just smiled and shook their heads, those with a stubborn personality, such as Olvera, angrily said, "Who wants to be with you bad guys?", and those with an extreme personality, such as Letty.
Xia even gestured with her knife and said with murderous intent: "Hmph! Bad guys like you should all be killed. Once we kill them all, the world will be peaceful!"
Tiandis was stunned for a moment when he heard this: "Little sister, you seem to be a bit too extreme?"
As the death bird among the seven saints of the Goddess of Creation in the past, she once left the motto in the scriptures: "Life is full of beauty, enjoy the present life, and leave no regrets when you die." That person is as cheerful as the breeze.
The open-minded girl has now turned into such a resolute and menacing character. If those who longed to follow her saw it, they would definitely be surprised. Or it should be said that this just confirms the truth of the impermanence of life, even the eternal.
Can kingship not possess eternal things?
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She was thoughtful.
Neville had already blocked her granddaughter's mouth at this time, not giving her a chance to talk nonsense. However, when she heard Tiandis's evaluation of Leticia, she still sneered and retorted: "Only the guys from the Witch Association are not qualified.
To say this, who can be as extreme as you group of human supremacists? The fire in Xugen Swamp has been burning for three months, and the ashes of those aliens must have flowed into the continental sea, right?"
"Human supremacist? It seems that the countess has a deep misunderstanding of our witch association." Tiandis glanced at her and said in an intriguing tone: "Our choice of humans has nothing to do with emotional orientation, but value orientation."
Not an emotional orientation, but a value orientation?
What does it mean?
Everyone showed confused expressions, but Tiandis seemed to have no intention of explaining. He looked at the taciturn young man again: "Your companions all rejected me, Mr. Ringer, but I still have the last glimmer of hope.
Yes, can you let me hear your answer?"
Alice wanted to jump out and say, "Linge will not agree to you," but was stopped by Saint Xalia. The shepherd girl looked at the young man. She also believed that Linge would not accept the invitation, but she also wanted to know.
How will he answer.
Ringer did not answer.
In other words, he answered with questions.
"You said that I used my specialness in the wrong place," he said slowly, word by word, "Then, which way do you think is the right way? The Eden of your witch association...
Any plan?"
After the words fell, the atmosphere at the scene seemed to be stagnant for a moment, but soon, Tiandis' answer came, almost without interruption: "Yes."
Admitted it without hesitation.
"Right and wrong are relative concepts. Since they are things defined by humans, they should also be judged according to human standards." Tiandis said: "Let me ask you, Mr. Ringer, before this, what did you do?
What path do you insist on taking? Find the seven queens of the Queen, open the door to the Temple of Heaven, meet the great mother who created the world, and let her come forward to set everything in order, and you can return to the past in a logical way.
A quiet life...Did I ever say a wrong sentence in your script?"
Of course there is none.
She understood Ringer's thoughts, perhaps even better than Metien knew her brother, so the young man could only answer with silence, and silence was acquiescence. So Tiandis shook his head slowly: "Then this is the way to go.
Wrong, it won’t work.”
Before Linge could answer, Saint Xalia could not help but take a step forward and said in a serious tone: "You can't be wrong. Linge will join us to resist the brutal rule of the Witch Association. Your disregard for life and
Cruelty will eventually come to an end."
This was also her determination. After enduring the curse for so many years and wandering in so many places, she finally made a decision of her own volition for the first time through the clumsy guidance and silent encouragement of the young man. So,
This road also has extraordinary significance to the shepherd girl.
However.
"This road is also wrong." Tiandis shook his head again: "It still doesn't work."
No one noticed that Tiandis said "yeah". She didn't seem to regard Linge's road and St. Shalia's road as the same road. Alice kept hearing her say that this doesn't work and that doesn't work either.
, couldn't help but feel a little indignant, and raised his head and asked: "Why do you think it won't work when you say it doesn't work?"
"Because you have no idea about the power gap." Tiandis said calmly. This is the first time since her appearance that she has shown the magnanimity and majesty that she should have as an association leader: "What kind of power do you have?"
Strength, what kind of power does the enemy have... If you don't understand anything, naturally you will not be able to go anywhere."
The implication is that the Witches' Association is an enemy you cannot defeat.
This was overconfidence, which could also be considered as arrogant words, leaving everyone at a loss as to how to respond. Should she be called arrogant? But her arrogance is also based on facts. As of now, there is really no country in the world of Mirror Star.
, which force or organization can compete with the Witch Association, let alone any individual. Believers of animism were chased around, aliens and monsters hid in the wilderness and trembled, and the Eastern Continent fell into
In the never-ending flames of war... human will is not worth mentioning in the face of the grand destiny.
"It's not shameful to recognize the reality." Tiandis' tone was so serious, as if he was stating an unbreakable truth in the world: "Unrealistic fantasies will only pull you into the abyss, and some people will eventually return to reality.
.”
Linge didn't know that on another battlefield that night, the dark witch Carabosse said the same words to Livia, the Holy Son of the True Spirit Sect, but he could hear that Tiandis had something else to say, so
Asked rhetorically: "What is the realistic path?"
What is the path that your witch association wants to take, the so-called Eden Project?
"It's very simple."
Tiandis opened her hands, as if to embrace this long and noisy night, this ancient and glorious city, and even embrace the entire world presented in her eyes: those stars hidden behind the clouds, those floating like whales in the night
The airship in the depths of the sea, as well as the people who followed her all the way here, seemed to be shining brightly, just footnotes to her ideals. So the black-haired girl took a deep breath of the cold wind in the night, and gently
Breathing out a breath of warm white breath, she poured out the crucial answer in the process of breathing, a path that the witch association has taken since its inception ten thousand years ago and will never change until death: "In order to create a,
A new world where everyone is created equal and without distinction is the reality I am pursuing."
…
"Hoo, hoo..."
The sound of rapid breathing echoed in the dark underground world. The nun whose dress was stained red with blood covered the wound on her abdomen with one hand and held on to the rough and hard rock wall with the other hand. The sound was emitted by moss and fungi in the darkness.
The weak fluorescence came out and she was moving forward with difficulty. But she actually didn't know where she should go. Her legs just moved forward numbly. Every step she took would tear the wound and squeeze out more scarlet blood, leaving little spots.
The ground sprinkled on the road she walked, but it did not make her feel pain, but made her feel more at ease.
Therefore, the sentence written by Mr. Romain Rolland in his autobiography is indeed a wise saying in the world: Only the pain of bleeding can make you feel that you are alive.
Sister Livia does not regret that she did not understand the true meaning of this sentence until now. She is just a little sad that she neither regained the original manuscript of Saint Tumi nor saved the brothers and sisters who went to the battlefield together. In the end, she even
She only survived by relying on the mercy of her enemies. Where should a person like her, a confused mortal, who has accomplished nothing, go?
There was the sound of water running from the front, and the sudden drop in temperature stimulated the exposed wounds, making Sister Livia startled.
Her mind was a little distracted, but she did not stop. She still moved forward subconsciously, holding on to the rock wall, and walked around the corner. Then, a small ferry suddenly burst into her eyes, and there were torches burning at the steps of the ferry.
The bright rising flames brought precious light to the lost traveler. The warm, but not dazzling firelight dimmed her eyes, as if covered with a layer of crimson mist.
The wooden sign at the ferry reads "Homecoming Station", and there is naturally a river next to it. The rapid water flows along another forked road, rushing towards the unknown dark end. The underground river network of Lunweiting is connected
The entire underground world has nurtured countless lives and deaths. It is said that if you keep searching along the common flow of these rivers, you can find the source of the Tewil River, the ancient glacier Nexavier, and the melted ice from that glacier.
Snow has molded the tenderness and stubbornness in the hearts of Lunweiting people.
Is this some kind of revelation?
Sister Livia stood blankly in front of the sign at the ferry, staring at the four words "Homecoming Stop", thinking in her mind which home she should go back to? Back to the home that was full of laughter and laughter when she was a child? But her parents had already passed away one after another.
After her death, that house was donated to charity by her, and it is now an orphanage, not her home; should she go back to St. Anville's Cross Church? That was the place where she lived the longest, and she was very fond of the church.
She is more familiar with every plant and tree than she is with herself, but it is also not her home. So, go back to the Nexavier Glacier in the ancient times? The common homeland of all Lunweiting people, their souls float there.
On the water, you will find the same snowflake on that glacier after death.
The non-stop water hits the rocks and stone walls in the water, and the splashing water infects the air all over the city. Tiny vortices quickly form and dissipate. Their existence may be shorter than a human dream.
Sister Livia raised her head and looked upstream of the river. In her sight, a shadow gradually enlarged and swam towards her from the darkness.
The shadow had a huge body, graceful posture and noble temperament. When he surfaced, there was a loud splashing sound, and waterfall-like water poured down from his long and slender neck covered with tiny scales.
, the entire ferry's firelight was suddenly occupied by half of him, and the remaining half was shrouded in Sister Livia's body. The confrontation between light and shadow was as tall as a mountain at this moment, and as distant as eternal night. He was condescending, and his eyes were like water snakes.
The cold yet tranquil vertical pupils were fixed on the nun beside the ferry.
The nun said nothing and looked at him quietly.
"Need to cross the river?"
After a long time, the ferryman finally spoke and asked slowly: "Miss Livia?"