After finally coaxing his youngest son to sleep, and after Husky closed his eyes completely and snored evenly and rhythmically, Bedivere closed the story book and tiptoed out of his son's room.
At about the same time, Lianyin also came back from the outside. She arrived at the door of her home with a teleportation spell ([Holy Spirit---The interior of the cabin in the woods] is regarded as a barrier, and teleportation spells cannot directly penetrate it). She pushed the door open.
Then, before the werewolf youth returned to the living room, he lay down on the sofa and let out a long sigh of relief.
"Hey." Bedivere smiled funny and walked to his wife: "Tired? Let me rub your shoulders for you?"
"Oh, you really don't need to do that, Bedivere~" Lianyin also said with a smile, but when her husband sat next to the sofa and gently squeezed her shoulders, she did not resist.
"Are you working overtime again?" Bediwell complained while massaging his wife: "Prime Minister Merlin is really unkind. He suddenly asked you to work overtime in the middle of the night, and made you work overtime until such a late night."
"Hahaha..." Lianyin smiled bitterly, hearing the werewolf young man speaking ill of her boss without making any comments.
"Perhaps it's time for you to consider leaving your job?" Bedivere then continued: "Anyway, we are not short of money in life. [The cabin in the woods] can meet almost all our daily needs, and His Majesty King Arthur also said that the procedures will be completed soon.
Now, I will be able to work in the Knights of Great Britain soon. Your work is so hard, and you have to work overtime late at night from time to time. You don’t even have time to spend time with Husky. It’s better to give up on this kind of work and stay.
Isn’t it good to be a full-time housewife at home?”
"Haha..." Lianyin smiled bitterly again: "Let me think about it again. Originally, Master Merlin invited me to be his assistant again, so that our family could legally remain in Great Britain. Without him,
Invitation, we can't even legally settle in this Great Britain. Although the current work is very tiring, I am also grateful to help Master Merlin do research, meaningful research. The research of the institute really needs me, and I am now
If I quit my job, people will be very troubled. At least let me help them for a while and fully repay the kindness before I consider resigning."
"That's right..." Bedivere groaned: "I just hope that your matters can be settled before I enter the Knights. Otherwise, if I join the Knights and work, I will start to be busy.
, both of us are busy outside, and Husky has no one to take care of him."
"Hmm." Every time she talks about this, Patimo girl Lian Yin will let out a slightly painful groan.
"Speaking of which... did your experiment of summoning the Holy Spirit still fail?" She asked in a hurry to change the subject.
"Well... no." Bedivere paused and scratched his head: "They believe that a person can only control one Holy Spirit in his life. This is a hard and fast rule. I already have His Majesty King Arthur's
The [Cottage in the Forest] was given to me. Perhaps because of this influence, no matter how I tried to summon the Holy Spirit in front of the main system, it had no effect. Although His Majesty said that I can visit the Pure Land of Avalon again at any time and try again.
To summon the Holy Spirit that belongs to me...but I think it’s almost time to give up."
"If you want to become a Knight of the Round Table, the basic quality is to be able to summon your own Holy Spirit, even if it is just an honorary Knight of the Round Table." Lianyin turned to look at her husband, "[The Cabin in the Woods] is the Holy Spirit that originally existed in Avalon.
One, it is not your own Holy Spirit; if you have been unable to summon your own Holy Spirit, does that mean..."
"Can't be a Knight of the Round Table? Yes." The werewolf youth scratched his head again: "But it doesn't matter. I have no objection to this result. I originally came to Great Britain at the invitation of His Majesty King Arthur, just to serve His Majesty King Arthur. Yes.
Not being able to become a Knight of the Round Table actually doesn't make that big of a difference. Well, not being able to use the Holy Spirit will indeed make my combat effectiveness much weaker, but that doesn't mean I can't make up for this gap with hard work, right?"
"Yes..." Lianyin sighed again. At this time, she felt that Bedivere's massage was almost enough, so she gently took the werewolf youth's hand and asked her husband to stop.
She looked at him seriously and said, "There is something I don't know if I should tell you. What I say may hurt your feelings."
"What's the matter?" Bedivere blinked: "Just tell me, I can bear it."
"Okay." The Patimo girl took a cup of coffee from the coffee table next to the sofa. Just because she had the idea of drinking coffee, [The Cabin in the Forest] immediately transformed a cup of hot coffee on the coffee table.
"First of all, let me explain," she took a sip of coffee and began to explain: "The magic in this world actually comes from the same magic. Have you heard of this?"
"I've heard it a little bit," the werewolf youth also picked up a cup of coffee from the coffee table and drank it: "It seems to be called [Original Magic] or something like that, right? I don't know what it is specifically. You guys
Magicians are always mysterious and hide everything so deeply."
"It's actually not as mysterious as you think," Lianyin said with a wry smile: "[Magic], no matter how many forms it changes into, ultimately operates on [entropy], consuming photons in the environment, and making the universe
Things produce entropy changes. The entropy changes caused by magic, whether it is the entropy change of thermodynamics - cold and heat, or the entropy change of dynamics - kinetic energy, or the entropy of time and space
Changes, they are all changes of equivalent exchange.
To put it simply, spells are a process in which spell users consume photons to reshape a microscopic ideal world that they expect. The spells in this world are ever-changing and remain true to their origins. There is actually only one change they want to achieve -
-----Reshape the world according to the user's wishes.
------The so-called [Original Magic] is actually [Reshaping of the World].
Or, we can call it more simply------[All your wishes come true].
"
The werewolf youth frowned: "I understand. But does this have anything to do with whether I can successfully summon the Holy Spirit?"
"I don't understand the specific operating principle. But the process of summoning the Holy Spirit is actually a large-scale application of [Original Magic---World Reshaping]. After an ordinary magician casts a magic, it is considered to be a magic blow to someone in front of him.
The microscopic world has been completely reshaped; but the Holy Spirit summoned by the Knights of the Round Table is a process of continuous reshaping of the world. As long as the Holy Spirit does not disappear, and as long as the user continues to have the intention to reshape the world, this reshaping will continue.
The Holy Spirit reflects the user's biggest, most urgent, and truest desire. Regardless of whether the desire is noble or vulgar, as long as the desire itself is strong enough, it can create a Holy Spirit that is powerful enough, has a distinctive enough personality, and has a clear enough external structure.
.This is very similar to the method of judging the qualifications of mages. Among mages, the stronger the will, the stronger the desire, and the more paranoid the personality, the more powerful the magic is."
"So... Lianyin, you are also very paranoid?" The werewolf young man looked at his wife and asked slightly jokingly.
"I am Patimo, an ancient magic warfare artificial being. From the moment I was created, I was adjusted to be suitable for using spells. My physique is beyond discussion." Lianyin rolled her eyes at her husband: "And
Don’t mention this. After I’ve said so much, you finally understand why you can’t summon the Holy Spirit smoothly, right?”
"Is it because I'm not paranoid enough...?"
"No. It's because you don't have a clear and strong enough desire." Lianyin pointed out pointedly: "I always feel that... you have become lazy after coming to Great Britain, neglecting to exercise every day, and only caring about
Playing with Husky? You have no clear intention to fulfill a certain wish. You just came to Great Britain because of the invitation of His Majesty the Knight King, just to be a knight under the King. You can be satisfied in this way,
And you are already very satisfied, right?"
The werewolf youth was silent for a while.
"If you are satisfied with your current life and have no more pursuits for the future, you probably won't be able to summon any powerful Holy Spirit?" She continued to ask, "So what do you want, Bediwell, my dear?"
I have seen many people who once had a dream, but because they gradually [grew up] and became [mature], they thought the dream was unrealistic and gave up pursuing it.
These people live a mediocre life, do nothing throughout their lives, and then die plainly with regrets.
Until the moment they died, they could no longer remember the dream they had originally envisioned;
I have also seen people like this who once had a great dream and tried to pursue it, but gradually lost hope after falling down countless times.
Then thinking that the dream is out of reach is just a false lie;
These people have been wandering all their lives, occasionally doing something good, but still carrying regrets and dying plainly.
Until the moment they died, they did not dare to remember the dream that stung them;
I have also seen such people. They once had a small dream, pursued it, and achieved it.
They are easily satisfied and then settle for mediocrity.
These people work hard all their lives and die with satisfaction.
At the moment of death, they occasionally regret, thinking that they should not have had such a small dream;
Occasionally they will be satisfied and think that they have died without regrets;
I have also met people who dream big and are willing to work equally hard for their dreams.
They have been pursuing it all their lives, never complaining, never getting tired,
Until the moment they die, they still have burning eyes, staring at their dreams.
Some people seize their dreams and live a glorious life;
Some people miss out on their dreams and feel depressed;
But they can always use their last breath and their dying voices to shout:
------This is a life without regrets.
Bedeville, Bedeville.
------What kind of person are you?
"
Without an answer to this question, the woman in front of the werewolf youth turned into a ball of fire. It was as warm as the sun, warm white firelight. Under the illumination of that ball of firelight, the whole world turned into darkness--
----Peel off its false appearance and reduce it to nothingness.
Then Bedivere realized that this was just a dream. Lianyin was not in front of him at all. It was this sun-like blazing flame that had been questioning him just now.
"Bedivere, what kind of person are you?" The fire asked again. (To be continued)