Xino held a jar of Northenweg Crown Honey and walked on the stone road in the forest. He was about to find those travelers from other places and ask them about the follow-up to the last story. Although such a bizarre setting may
Even the most daring novelists dare not adopt it, but my grandfather’s words prove that all the rumors in the world are not groundless, such as the secret society that controls history behind the scenes, not to mention the White City Republic - or, in other words, the white city before the republican era.
Isn’t there a United Kingdom of City-States?
In ancient times, the Vollamuf dynasty was famous for its cruel and bloody human sacrifices. Affected by this, the land of Baicheng has always been shrouded in a fanatical and mysterious atmosphere since its birth. Not only folk customs and strange stories
Pagan cults are emerging one after another, false gods and evil gods are dining together at the feast of faith, and even various extraordinary organizations and secret societies are attracted by a certain magical power and gather here one after another, like rivers merging into the ocean.
This is even the birthplace of the first secret society recorded in the history of occultism, and that secret society is still stirring in the shadow of the ordinary and has not completely disappeared. It has influenced the history of Baicheng for nearly twelve centuries, until the Republic of China.
When the war broke out, the White Knight of Glengenia, Hiberton, stepped forward and chose to join the coalition of Joan of Arc in order to fight against it. Later, the well-known legend came about.
It was precisely because he knew how difficult the enemies of the Gustave family were in the past that Sino half-believed the stories told by Ringer.
The difference between interfering in the history of a country and interfering in the history of the entire human civilization can be described as more than just clouds and mud.
They have such powerful power, but their purpose is to destroy the magic in the world and create a Garden of Eden where everyone is equal. This reminds Xino of the slogan declared by the Holy Lady during the Republic War to call on the people to participate in the uprising: "Everyone has a life."
And equality." In the past, she thought that this equality referred to the equality of people in a moral and political sense, but now it seems that this is not the case.
History is always confusing, and no one can see the truth unless we go back to the past.
Xino still remembers this sentence. When she was in college, her history teacher often talked about it. However, at that time, girls were not very interested in history courses, so their understanding of this sentence was not that deep.
Speaking of which, it seems that I have not been back to school for a long time. I wonder how my classmates are doing now. The Yamit Cup is about to start. They should be very excited, right? In the annual open selection competition, college students always have the largest number of applicants.
, because they are in the best stage of their lives. They are neither as naive as children nor as troubled as adults. The energy, longing and expectations accumulated in their bodies cannot be suppressed, and they must be vented through some way.
Cricket, football, running, rowing, debating... and the most popular sports in Grindelwald Fields: wind ball.
Once he recalled the time he spent in college, the corners of Xino's mouth could not help but outline a slight arc. In his ears, he seemed to hear the students gathered around the court, shouting and cheering for the winner.
Or a voice cheering for the losers——
"The left side, the left side is a flaw!"
"Smash! Beautiful!"
"nice shot!"
"Can you do it? If not, just let me do it!"
"Hey, focus on me, stop looking at the school girls outside the stadium!"
"The last ball determines the outcome!!!"
…
These noises and hustle and bustle were also mixed with the sound of rackets being swung and the sound of wind balls drawing graceful arcs high in the sky. It was so lifelike that Xino couldn't tell the difference between reality and fantasy for a while. The girl suddenly stopped.
She stopped and stood there blinking her eyes. When the memories in her mind gradually dissipated, she found that the voice still existed, and it seemed to be coming from not far ahead, so she suddenly woke up: this was not an illusion.
Listen, there are really people playing ball in the woods.
But, who would go to play ball in such deep mountains and forests?
It can't be...
With such doubts, she deviated from the original path and walked in the direction of the sound. After bypassing several thick oak trees and separating a bush that blocked her view, the girl came to an open grassland by the lake.
Next to the grassland is the Emerald Lake. The sun shines from the clouds, covering the lake and surrounding vegetation in a golden light. Even the Cloud Whale Sky Island parked quietly on the lake looks particularly dazzling.
There are two familiar figures swinging their rackets on the grass, hitting the white wind flower ball back and forth, making it move in graceful arcs from left to right like white flowers blooming in the wind. Hope
Nuo's eyes briefly stayed on the wind flower ball for a moment, and then moved down and landed on the two players. She saw that the person who was closer was Alice, and the other person who was playing against her was Alice.
One of them was actually Miss Gloria, which surprised the girl a little.
Although the contact time was not long, she had already roughly figured out the character of these outsiders. It was not unusual for a lively and active person like Miss Alice to want to experience the most classic sports in Grindelwald Fields when she got interested.
However, Miss Gloria, who looks elegant and demure in appearance, also came to join in the fun, which is indeed a bit unexpected.
And judging from her posture when swinging the racket, the pace when moving and the slight swing of her wrist when catching the ball, she does not seem to know anything about this sport. Even if some of the movements are a bit unfamiliar, she is by no means a beginner.
The level that can be achieved. Xino has very good eyesight. She can see that this unfamiliarity is not due to unfamiliarity, but due to physical incoordination. To put it simply, she has a lot of experience, but probably hasn’t touched a racket for a long time.
, so I need to get used to it again.
As for Miss Alice's level...well, Xino can only use four words to describe it: the future is promising.
If she still has a future on this path.
While she was making her inner evaluation, the situation on the court changed again. Gloria made a mistake and gave her opponent a lob that was not very fast and had an awkward angle. This made the opponent at 0
With a small disadvantage of -16, Alice's eyes lit up: As long as she seizes this opportunity and kills Gloria directly, can't she turn defeat into victory?
What, you ask why a successful smash can turn a defeat into a victory? Isn’t the answer obvious? Of course it’s because a smash can defeat sixteen goals!
Naturally, there are no such outrageous rules in the real Kaze Hakuball game, but from now on, the game will be changed to Alice's special rules - Alice☆Special☆Rule!
"If this ball hits, I win!!!"
Alice hurriedly dropped a sentence, turning this newly established special rule into an established fact. Then, without giving Gloria a chance to refute, she raised her head and started to retreat, retreating in small steps, retreating in long strides... retreat, retreat, retreat.
.She has to find a suitable angle and height, and use a powerful smash to end the game, and at the same time let Gloria taste the taste of failure.
Jie Jie Jie, how dare you underestimate my tennis... Oh no, the strength of the little prince Alice, this is the reason why you lost!
Alice had already thought of a handsome declaration of victory, but because she kept her head raised, her eyes only saw the slowly falling wind flower ball, so she did not notice an unspectacular small piece of grass on the grass behind her.
The stone was lying there quietly, as if silently reminding the audience watching the game: I am an important prop, please don't ignore me.
"Uh..." Xino, who was standing at the edge of the field, naturally saw the stone. She wanted to remind Alice, but it seemed that it was too late.
"It's now!"
A light flashed in the little prince's eyes. In less than half a second, she had completed the perfect calculation of wind speed, wind direction, ball speed and angle. All she had to do next was to take off and swing the racket.
With a strong smash, you can win this game. Witness the strength of our data Liufeng Huaqiu...
"oops?"
It seemed like I stepped on something under my feet.
The body tilted subconsciously, and the vision began to shift. The falling wind flower ball disappeared, and was replaced by a blue sky. A few clouds slowly drifted by, and warm sunlight leaked from the clouds. The scene looked like
Very peaceful and peaceful.
But why do I feel so lost?
It's like I've lost something important.
At the last moment of the game, scenes flashed in front of her like a revolving lantern. When all the power was withdrawn from her limbs and the racket fell feebly, Alice finally recalled: Ah, it turns out, that was me who had passed away long ago.
youth...
Then, her butt came into close contact with the grass.
it hurts!
Alice almost shouted out, but she held it back. She rounded her eyes hard and tried not to make any sound, although the grinning look was still a little funny. The wind flower ball that no one caught was fluttering from her
It flew overhead, drew a beautiful arc in mid-air, landed on the lush grass, and rolled forward for more than ten meters with its remaining strength, finally stopping in front of a pair of gray-white boots.
Xino leaned over and picked up the wind flower ball. It was white and had a distinct velvet texture. Six half-moon-shaped stitching arcs were outlined on the surface, and twelve stitches were sewn into the joints of these arcs.
The long white tail feathers, with an average length of fifteen centimeters, are taken from the twelve most common birds in the Grindelwald area. When the ball is hit into the sky, these feathers will flutter in the wind, making this
The solid wind flower ball is extremely light, as if it has the ability to fly. This is why the poet praised it as "a flower blooming in the wind".
Although Alice yelled at the beginning when she saw Fenghuaqiu, "Isn't this just a tennis ball with feathers on it?", "Just call it badminton", "It turns out this is the set of The Prince of Tennis", etc., but Xino
Of course she didn't know it, she just looked at the wind flower ball in her hand and suddenly felt nostalgic.
When she was in college, she was once a popular figure on the field, and she also determined to be like her mother...
However, it is all in the past, and looking back now, it only makes me more sentimental.
The girl sighed silently, forcing herself to break away from the nostalgic thoughts. She looked up at Alice and wanted to return the ball to her, but was shocked because she found that the golden-haired maid was half-way for some reason.
Kneeling on the grass, holding the racket tightly with one hand, and placing the other hand into a fist in front of his chest, he expressed a feeling that was mixed with pain, unwillingness, recollection, remembrance, sadness, helplessness, relief... In short, it was very complicated.
Stare at yourself.
"Uh..." Even Xino was a little confused by her gaze. He couldn't help but take a half step back and asked cautiously: "Miss Alice, what's wrong with you?"
"Ah, can't you see?"
Alice instantly broke away from the role and looked at Xino with a surprised look: "This is the most classic scene in sports and competitive literary works: people who risk everything to fight for victory, carrying the expectations of their friends and partners.
, sweating desperately on the field, but in the end she was still defeated and defeated miserably. She could only silently stare at her opponent holding the trophy, swallowing the pain and unwillingness in her heart. Is it just the trophy that she is staring at? Of course not, that is
Her lost youth and passionate years that she can never get back!"
"Yuan, that's it." Xino smiled awkwardly: "Although I don't understand it, I feel it's very powerful."
"Right, right? I have been thinking about it for a long time just now, and I feel that the plot of turning defeat into victory from a big disadvantage is very exciting, but tragedy is more touching. Only imperfect youth is called youth!" Alice said enthusiastically.
Sharing his creative experience, he then pulled down his left eyelid and showed his red eyes to Xino: "In addition, acting skills are also very important. You can see that my acting skills just now were perfect. It looked like I was going to cry. Everything
People also think you will cry, but in fact you don't cry. Only this kind of performance that wants to cry but doesn't want to cry and can't cry can impress the audience. Only this kind of strength that holds on can best reflect the inner feelings of the protagonist.
Lost and unwilling.”
Was that caused by the pain you held in when you fell? And you didn’t think much about it at all. You simply stepped on a stone and failed to catch the ball, right? Isn’t the so-called regret caused by your own mistakes? How much more should it be?
Only a thick-skinned person can confidently say that youth should be full of regrets, right?
Xino complained crazily in her heart, but on the surface she still had to cooperate with Alice, and echoed against her will: "Very, very interesting statement. I didn't expect Miss Alice to know so much about tragedy creation. It really opened my eyes, uh, to me."
Already."
It was indeed an eye-opener. After all, I had never met such a person before, and it was very difficult to meet him.
"Humph, do you need to say that?" Alice raised her chin proudly, her nose almost reaching the sky.
anyway.
How long is this guy going to kneel on the ground?