Chapter 322 The Weeping Son reflected in the water
Autumn is here, and the scenery in the Emerald Forest has also undergone tremendous changes.
Most of the trees are still evergreen and verdant, but there are some areas where the woods have turned orange and beautiful.
Large tracts of light yellow and crimson leaves cover the corners of the forest, soaking the world and making people feel the beauty of nature.
Lorraine Hill was wearing a black and white dress and walking in the forest full of fallen leaves. Behind her was another girl of about the same height.
The two walked in tandem, and Lorraine Hill occasionally stopped to wait for the girl behind him, watching her walk towards him step by step, and then smiled and nodded to express encouragement.
After walking in the forest for a while, the two stopped and sat on a larger, clean stone.
"Tiffany, do you feel better?" Lorraine Hill asked the girl beside her.
"It's a little better, thank you Lorraine." The blond elf girl was very weak and even spoke very softly.
Among the six elves who faced off against Lorraine Hill that day, Tiffany was one of the singers wearing a bright yellow dress.
Although this elf girl is young, she has great talents, so she was selected by the conservatives to be possessed by the goblin in order to cooperate with the secret arts.
However, after this secret technique of counterproductive efforts was broken, it also experienced a huge backlash. Three of the elves suffered from schizophrenia on the spot, and several others also suffered huge mental shocks, confusion, and some even lost their understanding of themselves.
, unable to distinguish between others and oneself.
Although Tiffany was not schizophrenic, her condition was very poor. Coupled with the failure of the conservatives, this underage elf girl almost died in prison.
Fortunately, Lorraine Hill recognized the girl, and during the duel, Tiffany also repeatedly hoped that Lorraine Hill would give up, so as to save her life.
In view of this, Lorraine Hill finally decided to lend a helping hand to this child he knew.
The physical treatment is not difficult, but the mental pain is very torturous. After this incident, it is no longer possible for Tiffany to advance to Sequence 5. The maximum she can achieve is Sequence 4.
Her spirit also became extremely sensitive, and she would be extremely frightened when going to crowded places, and she would not be able to sleep if there was even the slightest noise. Seeing this, Lorraine Hill felt very distressed, so he also took her for a walk during this time.
And try to treat the girl in various ways.
If it could be cured, it would be a great improvement in soul consciousness. Lorraine Hill had a hunch that this technique would be useful in many places.
"Does your head still hurt from today?" Lorraine Hill pressed her fingers lightly on Tiffany's forehead to feel her condition.
"There are still some, like there are bees struggling in my head, and I can't calm down." Tiffany closed her eyes and spread her body on the stone behind her. Her gorgeous light yellow dress spread out like a butterfly.
"It's very uncomfortable, Tiffany. If you hold on a little longer, you will get better gradually." Lorraine Hill looked at the girl who was involved in the struggle between the two factions and felt the impermanence of life.
Weeping Moon Wreath, Old Maple Mansion.
This place was originally the residence of the elven nobles, but as the family members passed away one by one, the last generation of owners handed over the mansion to the elven royal family before his death.
Now this is the residence of the gryphon's son, Jerran. He was arranged here by the elves and was required to copy the elves' poems every day, and then hand them over to the goblin hut by the lake outside the flower crown.
The goblins will sing the poems presented to them, and when the goblins finish singing, Jielan's work for the day will be over.
Although it is not difficult, you have to spend at least 4 hours on this matter every day, and you are accompanied by an elf clan inspector every day to ensure that the eldest son of the griffon is sincerely repenting.
In the first few days, Jie Lanen felt very uncomfortable. He was not the kind of poet who liked to be sentimental about his youth. Picking up a pen and writing every day made him feel a little embarrassed.
After all, I am also the nominal heir of the Western Territory. Although I thought so in my heart, I did not get angry or angry. After a few days, I gradually adapted to it.
It's another early morning.
After washing, Jie Lanen wore a white shirt and came to his study. The study here was right next to the window on the first floor with tree shades and fallen leaves. When he was copying, he could occasionally look at the scenery outside, which would not be boring.
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Skillfully taking down the poetry album, he opened the section to be copied today, filled up the ink with a copper pen, and began to write.
Out of pride, when Jie Lanen wrote, he didn't think about finishing it in a sloppy way, but tried to make the handwriting look neat.
Although he is not a calligrapher, the good education he received since childhood made his handwriting look somewhat beautiful.
On the white paper, the copper pen tip rubbed, making a slight sound, and then the dark ink flowed down and soaked into the paper, forming clear black and white handwriting.
Birds flew through the woods in the morning, and some landed on the roof, making a slight sound as they stepped on the ground, and chirped from time to time. From the distant lake, the faint cry of swans could be heard.
Time passes unconsciously.
When Jie Lan'en looked up again, it was already close to noon. Looking at the pages of Shiyao that had been piled up two fingers thick, Jie Lan'en put down his pen and moved his body.
Today's task is also completed.
Unknowingly, I have become accustomed to this kind of life. It is really strange that it has only been less than a month.
After walking out of the house, the two knights guarding the door saluted and said hello to Jie Lann. He responded with a simple nod, and then took a walk among the deciduous leaves outside the house.
This is the Moon Corolla, an elf corolla with a small population. Because it is close to the Tearing Moon Lake in the center of the Emerald Garden, only a small number of elves are allowed to live here. Most of the time, this place is used to visit the Emerald Moon Palace.
The residence of the envoy.
In the past, the empire has always sent people to live here. As long as you cross the Lake of Tears, you can reach the Palace of the Emerald Moon where the Elf Queen lives, which is very convenient.
For the sake of safety, a legion of forest elves are always stationed in this flower crown, and the headquarters of the most elite Knights of the Green Rose is located in this flower crown.
Looking beyond the shade of the tall trees, Jie Lanen looked at the extremely blue lake to the east. The outline of the extremely beautiful palace in the distance was revealed. Occasionally, fairy dragons could be seen flying over the palace. These special dragons in the forest,
It protects elves and goblins and is their trustworthy ally.
Although it has been almost three months since he came to the Emerald Forest, Jie Lann has never had the opportunity to see the Elf Queen. At most, he only glanced at it from a distance in the Hall of the Holy Tree.
The marriage mentioned earlier seems to have completely failed.
Feeling his failure, Jie Lanen walked slowly on the fallen leaves, looking at the scenery in the forest with his hands behind his back.
He didn't have much hope for this marriage, so he wasn't disappointed at all. He just thought that when this time was over and he returned in a year, the situation in the family would have changed drastically.
His father has already decided to give up on him, and his two younger brothers have grown up. Under the guidance of their father, they will gradually turn against him in order to suppress his influence as the eldest son.
Selecting a big tree, Jie Lanen leaned under the tree, resting his head on his hands, looking at the blue sky, slowly closing his eyes, enjoying the rare tranquility. Seeing this, the two great knights following him in the distance also He stopped and stayed far away, not to disturb this adult's rest.
The wind blew slightly, and the grass beside the feet swayed, brushing against the body lying in the grass. The bright eyes made people want to sleep, and a pleasant feeling of comfort spread from the limbs.
That's it, this trip to the forest seems to be not bad either.
Jie Lanen thought so and slowly fell asleep.
The wind was still blowing constantly, the sun in the sky slowly turned, and at ten o'clock at noon, the chirping of the birds became much calmer.
It was like having a long dream, and when Jie Lann woke up, he even felt a little nostalgic for it.
In the afternoon, Jie Lann, followed by several white lion knights, came to the goblin hut by the lake.
These light and cheerful beings are playing with the birds in the lake. Most of them are less than one meter tall, like shrunken elves, with translucent wings.
"The big man is here." A goblin called his companions.
"Ah, it's him again, so annoying~" The blue goblin shook his head, looking like he didn't want to see him.
"Sister Queen said she wanted us to use his manuscript to sing, and she has already agreed." Another fairy with light pink wings dissuaded her.
"Okay, okay, just give Sister Aiqinweila some face."
Reluctantly, several goblins gathered together and flew over, and then landed on a wide tree stump, so that they could overlook the approaching Jielan and his party.
"Give it to us, sons of men."
The green-winged fairy sat on the tree stump, crossing her legs and posing with a proud look, but her slender figure made others look a bit more cute.
"Ask my fairy friends to sing." Jie Lan'en handed over the written manuscript as usual.
"Hmph, let me see what song it is today?" As he said this, the green-winged fairy opened the page.
""The Boy Reflected in the Water, the Crying Son under the Moon", you have already copied this song."
Amidst the sighs, several goblins each picked up a piece of paper and passed it around. They didn't seem to care about the order and were very casual.
Soon after, those pages fell from the air, and several goblins held hands, gathered into a small circle, and sang in the twilight of the approaching night.
"A figure that will never be seen"
"The Forgotten Promise"
"The garden that has never been reached"
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"The boy walks in the night"
"He is hunted by wolves"
"He was cut by thorns"
"He is sad because he is weak"
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"Lake in the Forest"
"Bright moonlight"
"Microwave rippling water light"
…
"The boy stopped by the lake"
"He fell on his knees for hunger and thirst"
"He is soaked in blood and sweat"
"He roared and howled for himself"
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"The young man cries for himself"
"Shadows in the Lake"
"Ugly and moldy"
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"You are nothing more than that"
"Stop comparing with the bright moon"
"Just hide under the dark tree"
"That's the place to rest"
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"The boy sank into the lake"
"A black figure rises from the lake"
"I am you"
"He laughed at the boy in the lake"
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"There is another black wolf in the forest"
"He never looks in the mirror"
"Nor look at the moon in the water"
"Because he no longer has a hometown"
"I will never look back again"
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"Lake in the Forest"
"The Lake That Never Goes Again"
"Black Wolf under the Moon"
"Lonely Black Wolf"
"The boy in the water"
"The dead boy"
"Hometown Forever Forgotten"
In the forest with swaying fireflies, Jie Lanen sat cross-legged under the tree, quietly watching the fairies dancing in the night and singing ancient songs.
In the song, he seemed to see a distant scenery. A young man was trudging through the forest. He covered his arms, and the sound of wolves howling behind him came from time to time.
The forest was full of shrubs and thorns, causing him to trip and get cuts, and his body was covered in dust, mud and blood.
Finally, the young man knelt down by the lake. The brilliant full moon reflected on the lake, and he saw his own appearance in the lake.
So disappointing.
He can no longer be what he was expected to be in the past.
The weak tears fell into the lake, disgusting and so ugly.
He reached into the water and struck, trying to crush this disappointing ugly appearance.
Then it also sank into the water and merged with that ugly appearance.
I am you, this is what you look like, the black figure said this. He stood up from the lake and no longer looked like a boy.
Unable to go back to the past, he could only forget the appearance of his hometown, and the black wolf walked alone into the dark night.
"Your Highness Jielan."
Jie Lanen was awakened by a gentle shaking and questioning. When he opened his eyes, it was already late at night.
The goblin has long since disappeared, the place is full of insects, the stars in the sky are bright, and the cold lake surface is rippling slightly in the night wind.
"Your Highness, you fell asleep for a long time after listening to the fairy's poem Yao." Several white lion knights whispered, explaining why they disturbed this gentleman's sleep.
"Well, I understand."
Jie Lann stood up without blaming or telling what he had dreamed about.
He slowly came to the lake and put his hand into the water.
It was already an autumn night, and the lake water was cold and cold. The water flowed out from your fingers and made a clear sound when it fell into the water.
The eldest griffin son looked at himself in the lake quietly. After a long time, he stood up again and turned around to leave.
The night was quiet, and the light of torches illuminated the paths in the forest. Several knights and elf inspectors walked quietly behind them, following the son of the griffon back.
When he came to the flower crown, he turned back again and looked at the lake that was no longer visible under the night.
"How many goblins are there in the forest? Are these the only ones by the lake?" the eldest son of the gryphon suddenly asked.
After thinking for a moment, the elf inspector who followed him answered: "There are about 300-400 of them, distributed everywhere now."
"Can I visit these goblins separately? I mean, can I listen to the songs sung by different goblins?"
"Yes, but we need to accompany you, and you cannot leave the scope of the Emerald Garden."
"I understand." After receiving a satisfactory answer, Jie Lanen walked into the house.
Perhaps, this next year will not be a boring life.
And it’s time for me to reset my direction.
Son of a griffon, son of a griffin, apart from this identity, what else can I be? It’s really exciting.