Cloud threads are drawn from the vast sky and slowly flow around the invisible realm. The sun shines from the blue sky, making the huge tree crown shine with a majestic bright luster. The lush world under the tree is not in shadow because of the giant crown above the head.
However, there is another kind of elegant brilliance shining here, making this seemingly vast highland full of life.
Nestled against the majestic body of the source of life, the graceful trees are slowly stretching out, and unique flowers and plants are in full bloom. The gentle breeze blows, the leaves make soft sounds, and the fragrant flowers fill the vast wilderness...
In just three days, apart from the colorful living life, there were no traces of war or killing here. Even the few remnants of human buildings were hidden in the colorful beauty. The eternal elemental array in the sky was also completely invisible. Look up.
Looking up, the sky is clear and blue, which can wash people's hearts clean.
The path leading to the Altar of the Source of Life is also covered with inch-long grass like other open spaces, like a comfortable carpet, soft and soft when stepped on, with a little elasticity.
Cohen, wearing a light robe, casually tied up his long black hair with a silk ribbon, was striding towards the altar. The frightening sword was casually placed on his right shoulder, and he carried several leather bags behind his back.
He was carrying leather boots, as if he had just waded through a stream barefoot.
Dressed like this, he looks like a tourist on an outing, but the expression on his face and the tune he whistles are more like a carefree lothario. Perhaps, this is the real reason why there is no one on the high ground at this time -
——On the empty altar, there was only Cohen. Finally, he held a grass root in his mouth, leaned on a root of the source of life, and stilted one leg.
Not far from his head, there was a round sphere tightly wrapped by leaves. At this time, countless small and dazzling runes were emerging from the leaves, and then dissipated into the air one by one.
To be honest, Cohen has no idea how the source of life can do this, and how the energy represented by those colorful lights and shadows can revive life. All he has to do is wait for the results, or add verification. Suspicion,
This course of action has been firmly engraved in Cohen's character. Now, although he retains faith in his heart, he is no longer the simple boy. As many poems lament, after experiencing so many things
, he can no longer go back.
Rather than worrying about the authenticity of the matter, Cohen was more worried about another thing at this time, which was also a problem that he suddenly realized three days ago - what state will Fichet be in when he wakes up?
The scene under the Dark City has never been forgotten by Cohen. This is the main reason why Cohen is determined to kill his enemies and raise the flag to overthrow the false gods. However, now, when Fischette wakes up today, his mind and emotions will remain the same.
Were you in that state that day?
Although he was a loyal friend, Fischette transferred the imperial power to Cohen at that time, which was a last resort. This kind of good baby who grew up under the royal education has his own views on the empire, the people and even the entire continent.
And the principles of doing things. The current situation of the army, the current situation of the empire, and Sbia's transformation from the empire to the alliance may not be in line with Fichet's wishes.
How should Cohen say these things out, and how painstakingly should he explain them, so that he will truly agree?
What if he pouts?
Do you want to beat him until he laughs?
Many times, considering how to treat friends is more troublesome than considering how to treat enemies. Just like the new round of war that has begun now, it is a disaster for some empires and forces, and it is difficult for others to guess what Cohen did.
The deeper meaning of this kind of thing, however, from the perspective of Cohen, the instigator, this is just an arrangement to prevent Fischette from being used as soon as he wakes up.
When it comes to being taken advantage of, who has more experience than Cohen?
But can Fichet, who has not been emperor for a few days and has not experienced the empire from decline to prosperity to its peak, really understand all this? A gentle and elegant blond aristocratic boy, he has experienced this series of bullshit.
Gratitude, hatred, mixed loyalty and betrayal?
I'm afraid that Cohen can't achieve his goal even with his words, right?
Or...beat him until he laughs!
Cohen spit out the grass roots in his mouth, freed himself from unnecessary conjectures, and began to wait for the scene that was about to happen. He did not recall the original situation, nor did he think about the various troubles in the future. He just simply waited.
The distant chanting sound reached my ears, and more and more runes were scattered into the air, forming a dazzling iridescent halo around the ball. The light transmitted from the ball reflected various colors on the shell, green and
Crimson is intertwined, darkness and clarity are infecting, and the overflowing magic elements are fluctuating around it, gradually increasing to an intense level.
Runes flew around, chants echoed, and the ball wrapped in leaves slowly lowered from the depression of the tree trunk. The soft light and shadow surrounding it reflected on the ground, turning into bright lines. With a soft sound of "sand", the first leaf fell from the shell.
It peeled off and was immediately involved in the swirling light and shadow. Then the sound continued, and more and more leaves flew away, floating in all directions around it.
The huge magic crystal that Cohen was familiar with was revealed, but the shell was no longer transparent, but was covered with a layer of confusing and mottled fog, making it impossible for people to penetrate the eyes - after a sonorous sound of "ding!", a sound
Cracks appeared on the magic crystal. The cracks spread like spider webs and gradually covered the surface of the crystal, indicating the collapse of this protection and confinement.
"Crash!" With a sound, the huge crystal disintegrated and collapsed, and crystal fragments of different sizes fell all over the floor with a "clinking" sound.
Cohen frowned, letting go of his restrained perception, and immediately noticed an obvious sign of life from where the crystal collapsed and the light and shadow entangled. He was young, healthy, and his pulse was beating with vitality.
The light and shadow that filled Cohen's entire field of vision suddenly dimmed and rushed towards the center point. In the constant flash, the light and shadow gradually dissipated from top to bottom. A head of brilliant blond hair first appeared in Cohen's eyes!
Then, as the light and shadow dissipated, the smooth forehead, delicate eyebrows, closed eyes, and straight bridge of the nose were all revealed one by one.
Fichet Chamet! This is his face!
The cuboid crystal that wrapped him had completely disintegrated, and he was standing in front of Cohen's eyes. The simple dress fit him perfectly, and his body was no longer in the stiff posture that he had maintained for many years. His blond hair and the corners of his clothes were flowing in the air.
His eyes were fluttering in the air, and his eyelashes were trembling slightly - Cohen's fingers couldn't help but tighten a little.
All the surrounding sounds and airflows calmed down, as if they did not dare to disturb this important moment.
While waiting extremely nervously, Fischette slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were still as bright as in Cohen's memory. There was a calm look on his handsome face, as if he had just woken up from a light sleep.
Come. That is, when he opened his eyes, it seemed as if infinite light shrouded his body, and the unique elegance and elegance reappeared on him.
Then, Fichet closed his eyes again. He lowered his head and held his chest, slowly inhaled a breath of air, opened his eyes again, and slowly exhaled. Then, his eyes moved from his side to the blue sky, and the pupils reflected
Threads of white clouds reflected the continuous land, reflecting the lively or ordinary scenery of the mainland... He took a step lightly, and Cohen saw the details of how he used his toes to push aside the crystal fragments and carefully put them down.
That kind of friendly, humble and confident temperament that permeates his bones. The only regret is that his eyes are not directed towards Cohen. This is probably the only thing that someone did not think carefully about.
In the midst of the calm, Fichet turned his eyes and looked at Cohen. A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and slowly spread. At this time, this smile made him feel calm and free.
Cohen calmly and seriously waited for his words, the first sentence.
"My brother," Fichet Charmer said to Cohen, "well done!"
Cohen never expected that Fischette would use this sentence as an opening statement. He was so surprised that he even forgot to answer the other party. Then, when Fischette's smile deepened, Cohen felt relieved. Regarding this matter
All worries and apprehensions immediately dissipated.
No matter what continental disputes, no matter what bullshit rebellions, the Fichet in front of me is still the same Fichet before! This is more important than anything else!
"Fichet." Cohen got up and laughed heartily: "Welcome back!" (To be continued)