Ivar was standing alone under the sacred tree. The wind blew through the cup of desire, bringing with it wisps of sounds.
"confused."
"God Ivar is confused."
"He seems to have something difficult to decide."
The whispers in the wind are the words of the Cup of Desire, they are part of Ivar's power and an extension of his will.
What they like most is to eavesdrop on people's voices and steal everyone's innermost emotions and desires.
And Ivar never hides what he thinks. He even hopes that these cups of desire will tell him his emotions, because it is often difficult for him to detect changes in his emotions.
Ivar sat under the tree and put the lantern aside.
He stretched out and leaned against the tree.
The lantern was burning with colorful flames, which looked mottled, and its colors were reflected through the glass lampshade under the shadow of the trees.
Every flame carries some memories of joy, trouble, happiness and loneliness.
Over the years, he has experienced more emotions.
After he learned to be happy, he seemed to easily understand what trouble was.
After he knew what happiness was, he seemed to feel lonely more easily.
Emotions and desires are always opposite.
The afternoon sun shines warmly on your body, making you feel sleepy.
"It's time to go back."
"What should I do when I get back?"
"Should God Yinsai give me a new mission?"
Ivar squinted his eyes and talked to himself under the white sacred tree.
But for some reason, he suddenly felt reluctant to give up.
I don’t know if I can’t let go of this world, this city, or something else.
At this time, the master of the dream happened to be looking at Ivar from the land given by God, and saw his confusion and troubles.
The goblin waved her golden sleeves, and starlight shone from her dress embroidered with dreams of prayer.
God sprinkled dreams into the world.
The light shrouded Ivar's body, but Ivar fell asleep, like a sleeping child.
He curled up under the tree and slept very sweetly.
A beautiful goddess walked down from the sky, coming with the wind and the fragrance of flowers on a sunny afternoon.
She held a book in her arms, which was "Fairy Tales of Fairies".
Iva opened his sleepy eyes and saw the other party.
He quickly knelt in front of the other party.
Although he had already guessed the return of the Lord of Dreams when he saw the door to the Kingdom of God open last night, he still felt indescribable joy when he saw him in person.
"The great master of dreams Sheila!"
"You finally woke up."
To her, Ivar was indeed just a child.
It was she who gave her dream egg to Ivar, who gave him his mission and made Ivar the ferryman.
It was she who allowed Ivar to embark on the path of wisdom, spanning the long years between eras.
Sheila, the master of the dream, looked at Ivar with a smile, just like the warm eyes Ivar looked at him when he was still a Cup of Desire flower hiding in the sacred boat.
At that time, he did not have a name, but Sheila was already the messenger on the right side of the throne of creation.
"Um!"
"It was you who told everyone my story, so I was able to wake up so quickly."
Sheila picked up the book: "Thank you for this book, I like it very much."
Ivar shook his head: "I didn't write this book, I just retold the stories I heard."
"Your story, your greatness, your blessing."
"It already exists in this world, in the dreams of all living creatures."
"It's just that people forget, and I remind them of it."
Sheila: "No matter what, I should thank you."
"Ivar."
"You do a great job and you always accomplish your mission so well."
Iva was very happy to hear Sheila praise him like this.
"I have completed this mission. After bidding farewell to the believers who have signed a contract with me, I will return to the kingdom of God immediately."
"Accept my new mission."
Sheila asked Ivar softly: "Ivar!"
"Why are you always waiting for a new mission? Don't you have anything you want to do?"
Ivar said nothing because he didn't know why.
There used to be a void in his heart. Only the mission from the Creator and the Lord of Dreams could fill the void and make him feel his own existence and significance.
However, something seems different now. He seems to have his own ideas and things he likes and wants to do.
But he has long been accustomed to the cycle of missions day after day, and he seems to be at a loss when he loses his mission.
However, at this moment, the first god who gave him mission and meaning told him.
"Ivar."
"There's no need to go back, you have where you should go."
Ivar asked the dream master: "Where to go?"
Sheila tells Ivar: "Have you forgotten?"
"Someone is still waiting for you."
There was a hint of sadness in Silla's eyes, and she sighed softly.
"She has been waiting for you for a long time."
Ivar suddenly opened his mouth. Of course he knew who the dream master was talking about.
But in the end it turned into a bitter smile and shook his head.
"She should have left long ago."
Sheila told Ivar: "No!"
"She has been waiting for you."
Iva was a little confused, but also partly understood: "Why is she waiting for me?"
Sheila told Ivar: "You can ask her yourself."
In the flow of starlight, the master of the dream turned into foam and dissipated, dissipating under the trees in the afternoon and dissipating in the rays of the sun.
Leave only one sentence.
"Ivar."
"You already have the meaning of your existence, you have what you want to do, and you also have your own companions and travelers."
"Ivar."
"You no longer need a mission."
"Go ahead and do what you want to do."
Ivar wakes up from his dream.
He sat up from under the white sacred tree with a confused expression.
"I."
"No more mission?"
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evening.
In the city of lights.
All the alchemists arrived outside the temple and knelt on the steps and under the pillars.
They knew a long time ago that the gods would eventually leave.
After all, they are great gods and cannot stay in the human world forever. How could such great beings stop for the sake of humble mortals?
And the day has finally come.
God Iva looked at the statue of the main god in the Temple of Miracles. He suddenly discovered that the statue of the main god of dreams carved according to his memory had become mottled. It was no longer as exquisite and gorgeous as it once was, but it had gained the weight of time.
He looked at his statue next to him again, and it was the same.
He suddenly thought.
I don’t know if this statue will still be there after a thousand years.
How will everything here change from what he saw when he left today?
When he comes back one day, will he feel happy when he sees this change? Or is he feeling disappointed?
Behind Ivar, an old man wearing an alchemist's robe was prostrate. He stood up and lowered his head, and carefully asked the god in front of him.
"God Ivar."
"Are you really leaving?"
Ivar nodded and asked Xinji.
"My mission is accomplished, and you have also completed the mission I gave you."
"later."
"Will you continue to believe in the Lord of Dreams and me?"
Xinji said quickly: "Of course!"
"Not just me, but all the people in the Land of the Rising Sun, me and our descendants."
"They will never forget their beliefs."
Ivar looked at Xinji. If it were normal, he would not hesitate to expose the loopholes in Xinji's words, because even if someone can achieve devout faith, no one can let his descendants do the same.
The Trileaf King of Wisdom, Lederiki, believed in the gods so devoutly that he even engraved his faith into the Crown of Wisdom.
And after he passed away, everything became the past.
But at this moment Ivar didn't care anymore.
After so many years, he finally understood.
There are some things that you don’t need to worry about whether a sentence is true or not. If the other person says it, it will definitely be done.
It is enough to know what the person who said this thought.
At least at this moment.
Synge's faith and loyalty to him are unquestionable.
"Actually, it's okay to forget, but I think I will be a little sad. After all, I still like this city and the people in this city."
"As long as you still believe in me, I will continue to sign a contract with you."
"I allow you to use my power to come to my garden after your death."
Xinji felt both panic and indescribable emotion.
He was afraid that the gods did not care about their forgetfulness, but he was touched by the gods' favor and favor towards them.
"The great Ivar."
"We will never forget everything you gave us."
"Xinji will never forget it."
"It's just a pity that I couldn't do anything for you until you left, and I couldn't repay one thousand percent of your kindness."
Ivar walked past Xinji, holding his beloved lantern in his hand.
Exactly the same as when I arrived.
He descended on this coastal plain, brought hope and light to everyone here, and changed the place with his own power and the alchemy he taught.
He gave the mortals here unimaginable power and magic. He clothed the barbaric savages here and built cities one after another.
Ivar allowed them to have the light of civilization that was comparable to the city-state of Suinhor but had a completely different style.
When he left, he took nothing with him.
"Xingi."
"I will wait for your arrival in my miracle garden in the sky, but I hope you can come later."
"This way, you can do more things."
"You can also leave less regrets."
When Ivar mentioned the word regret, he seemed a little sad.
God has left.
Night also fell.
People can only see a ray of light going away, blending into the stars in the sky, accompanied by the moon in the sky.
There was a sound of wailing in front of the temple, and thousands of people in the city knelt on the ground to bid farewell to the gods.
Xinji walked out of the temple and raised the golden lamp in his hand high.
It seems to be responding to the stars in the sky and to the gods ferrying among the sea of stars.
The lights in the city of lights are shining brightly. Even if the god has left, the things he left behind will still be passed down.
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On the way out.
Ivar saw several large and small cities built outside the City of Lights.
He had only heard Xinji say it before, but now he saw with his own eyes the changes he had brought to the world.
He passed by a city called Golden City, which was an alchemist city built on the seaside. It was informed and established by a group of alchemists who were good at smelting and craftsmanship.
The alchemists who controlled the power of light and alchemy created various miraculous creations and transported them to Suinhor for trade via large ships.
He also arrived at a city called Miracle City. The alchemist who controlled this city was good at architecture and his lamp could smelt sand into solid stones and crystals.
There are many wonders under construction in this city.
Ivar saw the goblin statue, which was dozens of meters tall.
He also saw a building similar to the one he was holding. It turned out to be a temple. There was a big lamp in the temple, which was shining like a lamp.
I don’t know when this wasteland also became a place full of cities and villages.
The prototype of a city-state is slowly being born.
Although this city-state has no king, it has its own beliefs, culture and system.
Ivar finally understood.
The relationship between people is never just a transaction, and the relationship between God and people is never just a will and a mission.
The moment the two meet, they change each other.
On the way, I passed a small town.
Ivar met two quarreling children. They were arguing loudly because they wanted to play somewhere. One child wanted to go to the woods outside the town to play, and the other child wanted to go to her house to play together instead of going outside.
We argued for a long time.
The boy pouted: "If you don't want to go, forget it. I'll go alone."
The little girl got angry and said loudly: "You are just a wild child. You are dirty outside all day long. I don't want to play with you."
"I don't want you to go to my house and make my house a mess either."
The little boy was also angry: "I won't go even if you beg me."
The boy left the girl and walked towards the outside of the town alone. The girl stood there biting her lip and suddenly started crying loudly.
However, not long after, the little boy ran back again.
Seeing the little girl's red eyes, he immediately asked: "Why are you crying?"
The little girl said with a straight face: "I didn't cry."
The boy took out a small paste that couldn't be called sugar at all and said, "Okay, I'll give you some candy."
The little girl refused again: "I don't want anything from you."
But even as he said this, he raised his head to the side and refused to look at the little boy.
But she still slowly took the little boy's gift in her hand.
The moment she stuffed the candy into her mouth, the little girl's stern face relaxed and she smiled brightly.
The little boy said at this time: "Okay!"
"Let's go to your house to play. It's boring for me to play alone."
The little girl said: "This is what you want to go to, I didn't ask you."
The two children, who had been quarreling so much just now, were talking and laughing in the blink of an eye.
The little girl said proudly: "I have good things at home, I will show them to you later."
The little boy asked curiously: "What is it!"
The little girl's expression and eyes were extremely mysterious: "I can't tell you now, it's a secret."
It was as if the quarrel just now had never happened.
Ivar couldn't help but ask the child: "Why did you do this?"
"Obviously she was the one who said something bad about you first, why did you go back to comfort her?"
The child said: "Because we are friends!"
"Even if we quarrel, we can just reconcile."
"And I know she definitely didn't mean it."
Ivar was dumbfounded, do they all not care who is right or wrong?
Ivar asked another child: "You obviously cried, why did you say you didn't cry?"
"And you clearly want him to come to your house, but you say you don't want him."
The little girl looked at Ivar angrily: "I didn't."
She took the boy's hand and hurried away along the street of the town: "This man is weird, let's ignore him."
Then the little girl's thoughts told Ivar: "I don't want others to see me crying, it would be so ugly!"
After hearing the little girl finally reveal that the novelty in her home was an artifact made in the alchemy workshop, the boy immediately shouted excitedly.
Then, the two small figures disappeared around the corner of the street.
Seeing the two children looking happy, Iva suddenly felt extremely sad.
Although he is a superior god, he never understands this truth that even children know.
The clear boundaries between right and wrong that he once believed did not seem to apply to people.
Sometimes worrying too much about right and wrong makes people lose more important things.
And he.
I have lost and missed something very important.
Even a child could see the duplicity, but he had never understood it before.
Because the gods he knows never need to be duplicitous or lie.
Ivar's figure floated up.
He finally left the Land of the Rising Sun and headed towards the Sunrise Mountains.
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Sky Miracle Garden.
The garden is much larger than before, and the Cup of Desire grows from the waterfall high up along the wall and down the river.
From a transcendent perspective, it looks like a sea of flowers flowing down from the sky with a waterfall.
This is really a beautiful spectacle.
A small boat takes two people upstream, passing waterfalls and hanging flowers.
"Look."
"The miracle garden in the sky is really in mid-air."
Two more lucky people came here and saw this legendary garden.
They rushed up the waterfall along with the huge waves and came to the garden with exclamations.
"The two of them want money. Look at the intensity of their desire. Their desire is very strong!"
"Oh, this is such a vulgar desire."
"What do you need money for?"
"They want money to change their hometown. Their hometown has suffered a disaster and many people are about to starve to death."
"So this is ah."
They heard the voice of the legendary flower that could see through people's desires, and everything they thought about was unobstructed in this garden.
They saw the river flowing with treasure, the completely transparent crystal bridge, the mountaintop lake and the sacred castle under the rainbow.
When you walk in, you can see that there are many more curse seals and props condensed by desire in the palace and castle, placed in every corner.
every object.
They all represent a touching or funny story.
There is a throne on the mountain filled with gold and treasures, and there is a blond woman on the throne.
Although she is still beautiful under the power of the garden and props, she is no longer young, crow's feet are exposed at the corners of her eyes, and she is not as innocent and innocent as she once was.
The visitor knelt in the palace and shouted to the being on the throne.
"O great holy spirit!"
"We ask for your help."
Meryl listened to their stories and learned that they came from the city-state of Suinhall. Their hometown was destroyed by a volcanic eruption, and they hoped to have some money to rebuild their home.
"Your desires will be answered by the power of the gods."
"Have you considered?"
"Have you made your decision?"
The two people nodded quickly and saw an exquisite stone figure appearing in front of them.
"It will guide you to what you want."
The two people were ecstatic and kowtowed repeatedly to thank the presence on the throne.
They turned around, and suddenly a metal cup fell from one of them.
There was a cup of desire pattern on the cup, which immediately caught Meryl's attention.
She stretched out her hand, and the cup fell into her hands.
She asked the two people: "Where did you get this cup?"
The other party told Meryl: "This is something shipped from the City of Lights in the Land of the Rising Sun. When our hometown was not suffering from disasters, we had done transactions with merchant ships from the City of Lights."
"It is said that there are magical alchemists in the City of Lights. They believe in Iva, the god of alchemy and desire."
Meryl: "Eva?"
The other party nodded and said excitedly: "Yes, this god has very magical power. He can give mortals the power of light."
"Alchemists use lights to create all kinds of strange items."
Meryl heard the story about Ivar again, and it seemed like he had never changed.
Moreover, he seemed to have completely forgotten himself.
Forgot this miracle garden he built for himself.
Meryl waved and asked the two of them to leave.
But he kept the cup.
She looked at the Cup of Desire pattern on the cup. This thing might have been very close to Ivar and was in the same city as him.
"It seems that you have found a way to achieve your mission, and you have people who can enable you to achieve your mission."
Meryl had a smile on her face, but it was a little sad.
At this time, a figure suddenly walked in from outside.
"Yes."
"I found a way to achieve my mission, and I found a group of people who help me achieve my mission."
Meryl heard the voice and looked up in an instant.
She carefully looked at the figure walking in from the outside, with the silver blouse and handsome young face.
Her eyes were a little dazed, as if she was confirming whether she was in a dream.
Ivar walked to the mountain of treasures and the throne, and looked up at Meryl.
He said softly: "I'm back."
Then, Meryl showed a happy smile.
Unlike her when she was only thirteen or fourteen years old, she no longer tried to cover up her thoughts, she fully expressed her longing for Ivar.
Meryl stood up and looked at Ivar with a smile.
She asked Ivar loudly: "Then...have you achieved your mission?"
Ivar nodded again: "It has been realized."
Meryl let out a long breath, feeling happy and relieved.
"It's really great."
"It's a pity that I can't help you with anything."
Ivar shook his head: "No, you helped me a lot."
"You told me how to experience happiness, and you told me how people get along with each other."
"You also told me that even if I don't have a mission, I still have something I want to pursue."
Meryl asked him: "Why did you come back?"
Ivar told her: "I have no mission, but I want to stay in this garden."
Ivar paused and added: "With you."
Meryl's eyes sparkled.
Finally, she couldn't help crying and said: "Last time, we met too early."
Meryl was thirteen at the time, she was just a child, and Ivar was just a novice god looking for a way to fulfill his destiny.
"This time, you came back too late."
"I'm already old."
Ivar walked up the mountain of treasures and gold and silver coins little by little. The gold coins, treasures and props under his feet made a sound.
He was deeply involved in every step, and finally came to Meryl firmly.
Then.
Stretched out his hand to her.
"As long as you are still willing to wait for me, it is never too late."
The smile on Meryl's face spread, like a child.
Ivar grabbed Meryl's hand, and Meryl became younger little by little.
She went back to the year she was thirteen.
And Iva also looked like the first time he saw her.
The two held hands and ran down from the throne and the golden mountain. They slipped out of the gorgeous palace and crossed the crystal bridge laughing.
The silver flowers in the garden gave way to a path, then closed automatically after they passed through.
Viewed from a distance.
All you can see is the constant swaying of the sea of flowers and their laughter.
They ran freely in the garden, opened their arms in the sea of flowers, and felt the softness of the flower cups when they touched them.
Ivar: "Do you remember when you hid here?"
Meryl: "You can't find me."
Ivar: "You don't let me use magic."
Meryl: "You are so stupid. If I don't let you use it, then you really don't need it."
Ivar: "I've always been a bit clumsy."
Meryl: "But...I really like your clumsiness."
Ivar did not return to the Creator's Kingdom of God, he stayed in his own garden on earth.
The miracle garden in the sky that belongs to him and Meryl.