Lorraine Hill opened her eyes and looked at the drooping gauze above. The soft quilt and mattress were very warm. There was a faint scent of lavender from the square pillows. The moonlight poured in through the transparent window and shone on the floor.
The walls are cold, tables and chairs made of sandalwood are placed in the room, and exquisitely decorated oil paintings are hung on the walls. A copper incense burner is placed not far from the bed, emitting wisps of heat and a light soothing effect.
The fragrance is very fragrant, and only the hollow copper pattern reveals a little light. It seems that this should be an alchemical creation.
Where is this place? Feeling a little strange, Lorraine Hill held his hands, sat up, turned his head and looked around, recalling the memories before falling asleep.
I must have been at the Winter Festival Party at that time. For some reason, when I saw those flying little figures, I felt a strong sense of nausea and nausea, and then my consciousness gradually became dizzy and blurred.
The person sitting next to him at that time was Frocia. Could it be that she sent him back?
After shaking his head and regaining his consciousness, Lorraine Hill roughly guessed what happened next. It was probably Frocia who sent him back, which meant that this was where she lived. No wonder it was so luxurious.
Pulling back the quilt, she slowly walked out of bed and looked at the world outside the window. The branches, leaves and trees covered with a little white snow filled her sight. It seemed that she should be in a forest, and the place with the most woods in Emenas was naturally the Walled City.
College.
Pulling the bolt and gently pushing open the window, a flash of emerald green flashed in Lorraine Hill's eyes, and wisps of breeze blew through her fingers, surrounding the forest. She closed her eyes and sensed the situation around her.
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The forest under the moonlight is cold and quiet. The small building made of white stone bricks is hidden halfway up the mountain. Through the tall trees that block the view, you can see the Jingyue Lake in the distance. The giant stone pillars of yesterday have long disappeared, and the lake is as quiet as
Mirror. A large castle stands by the lake. It has a beautiful shape and is not bloated. Green moss can occasionally be seen in the gaps between the bricks and stones. There are a few lights in the castle, which gives off a bit of warmth in the dark night.
Withdrawing her cold fingers, Lorraine Hill closed the window and door again. Since Frocia took her over, she can sleep here peacefully tonight. She is not the kind of person who chooses a bed, and she doesn't want to be so late.
It's better to save yourself some trouble by bothering people by saying they want to go back.
Lying on a light purple pillow, the silver-haired girl fell asleep slowly, her bright face soft and dreamy.
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Early the next morning.
Lorraine Hill, who had slept for a long time, woke up very early today, but she did not get up immediately because it was cold outside.
The girl lying on the bed was thinking about what happened last night. After consulting the classics during this period, she actually already had some understanding of the so-called 'Chaos Phantom'.
Mana is a special kind of substance or energy that can only be mobilized and condensed by beings with souls or consciousness. This is why there is such an existence as Mana in the Ivar world, but there is no phenomenon of items turning into essence. Even plants
, although the consciousness is weak, it is still there, so a small amount of extraordinary plants are born. Otherwise, just like stones, no matter how long they are soaked in mana, they will not become extraordinary things.
Extrapolating from this, although the 'Chaos Phantom' seems to have no intelligence, it should still be a living existence and have its own consciousness. The ancients also burned some creatures that were corroded by the Chaos Phantom, and the dust still has the ability to corrode and infect. If
The 'Chaos Phantom' is a whole, so it should have died long ago after being shattered into such small particles.
But as an existence that can disturb and mobilize Mana, it is obviously conscious, that is, alive. Since it is alive and remains immortal after being divided into countless small pieces, that means that they have been countless from the beginning.
Small individuals (particles) exist. Therefore, when attached to large individuals, the latter will appear chaotic and distorted.
There were not many 'chaos phantoms' at the beginning, but they gradually multiplied and spread after being eroded and infected.
If you think carefully about this process, you are gradually turning big, rational souls into tiny and chaotic individuals like yourself, just like viruses.
Most of the existing 'chaos phantoms' were transformed back then, that is to say.
These 'chaos phantoms' are actually the remnants of human souls.
Or to be more precise, it is the mutated soul residue of past creatures.
So, where did the original ‘Chaos Phantom’ come from?
They passed through the whirlpool, crossed the boundaries of space and time, and descended here. - "Inscriptions Excavated from the Relics of the Ancient Giant King's Court"
The giant dragon fell to the earth from the starry sky and died wailing. Its wings were rotten and broken, and the twisted maggots crawled out of the corpse and spread to the world. - "Ancient Inscriptions of the Eastern Continent"
The 'Phantoms of Chaos' are not intelligent, or do not have much sense. They basically do not know how to use strategies, nor do they know complex thinking. That is why they were able to extinguish the craze that swept the world during the disaster thousands of years ago.
They instinctively pursue pure souls or the power of the world, eager to devour them. And after devouring the 'Chaos Phantom', it seems that they will become smarter and more rational? - "The Fifth Large-Scale Investigation on Chaos Disaster"
My bold guess is that these initial 'chaos phantoms' may be created or produced by a race that has gone very deep into the supernatural realm. - "Summary of the Great Sage Junanna in the post-war conference"
After thinking and sorting out the memories and thoughts in my mind, the door to the room opened.
The golden spiral hair is placed on the white elegant dress, with light green decorations and patterns on the corners. As she walks in, a burst of fresh floral fragrance slowly hits her, and her eyes are as blue as lake water.
Enter Rocher's vision.
"You're awake, Luo Xier." Frocia's voice came, she blinked and then helped the girl up.
"Are you feeling better?"
"Okay." Lochelle's clear voice sounded, and then she turned to look at the young lady from the Landsworth family.
"Did you send me back, Frocia?"
"Yes, you suddenly fainted at that time, which shocked me. I used magic to check carefully, but I couldn't find the reason. Later, I used Concentrating White Rose to calm you down slowly." Frocia touched Luo.
Xi'er felt her forehead and found that the temperature was normal, then she put her hand down.
"Thank you, Frocia."
Luo Xier also had lingering fears. The situation was too sudden this time. Fortunately, Frosiya was beside her. It would have been dangerous if she had no acquaintance. It seems that the training of the angel sequence must be accelerated.
Then Luo Xier got up and washed up, and several maids were waiting on her. Then there was breakfast prepared by the chef. When she put on her clothes and opened her mouth, she seemed to have returned to the days of the Chamber of Commerce in the past.
At this moment, the morning sun has slanted into the forest, passing through the layers of shade, coating the buds on the ground with a layer of light gold, and the sparse morning mist brings fresh air. Lorraine Hill walked down the white stone brick building
He walked up the steps and waved goodbye to Frocia who was standing in front of the door.
"Are you free tonight, Frocia?"
"Of course there is." Frocia looked at the silver-haired girl in the morning light, curious that she suddenly asked this.
"Then I will come to you in the evening." When he said this, Lorraine Hill felt like he had returned to the scene when he was a child, going out with his friends to secretly play games.
"Of course, you are very welcome~" Frocia replied with a smile.
After leaving the forest shrouded in morning mist, Lorraine Hill's silver hair gradually turned into pure black, and emerald green wings appeared behind her, flying towards the sky. High in the sky where no one knew, the green wind began to swirl, and wisps of breeze gathered from all directions.
, and then began to blow to the entire campus.
Whether it's the snow-covered towers in the north, the turbulent river in the south, the crowded towns in the west, the vibrant lakeside forests in the east, or the noisy schoolhouse in the center.
Ten thousand meters above the ground, countless pieces of information began to gradually gather and feedback in the consciousness, reflecting in those emerald green eyes like streams of light.