Chapter 228 Meeting and Farewell

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This island seems to be particularly favored by the moonlight.

The black mausoleum, the blurry mountain peaks, everything was covered in bloody cloak.

In the distant woods, the moonlight shone unevenly from the gaps between the leaves, reflecting red eyes on the ground.

"First capture His daughter and affect His mental state, and do a favor to the destruction of the Falling Mother Goddess, and prevent the Destroyed Mother Goddess from discovering that I want Rossel to die completely."

According to Rossel's diary, you can find a strange primitive island by moving all the way to the western waters. According to Rossel's ambition, "The emperor's subjects should not only be humans, but these extraordinary creatures can also become my people!" It is speculated that Rossel is very likely to have a hidden, built mausoleum built by extraordinary animals, that is, the ninth undiscovered mausoleum.

It is indeed quite genius to make extraordinary creatures their own subjects from a human perspective.

Without external interference, if Rossell had not seen the moon before, he would have been able to resurrect successfully and continue to operate the Intis Empire, which was almost entirely maintained by Rossell's personal charm.

"Russel has been struggling to death for so long, and he can basically declare failure. Anyway, he still has Mr. Sect in his hand, so he won't mind me taking action against this failure, right?"

Edward's mind was a slight roar. Agari tried to try to grab a handful of Klein while the real Creator was not paying attention, but was unfortunately stopped by Bernard. And the sudden reversal of a small person left in his hand should all be the manifestation of "doom". According to such "doom", when Klein and his friends left the Sea of ​​God's War, there would most likely be various other resistances that would lead to failure.

Since that's the case, I'll just solve Bernadai first and see what else can happen later.

He collected the score and pointed his hand at the tomb far away.

"Russel is inside."

"Go in and take a look, Bernadai, the person you've been looking for."

"He is waiting for you, too."

Bernadai didn't speak, she quietly observed the huge mausoleum, which had not grown a weed on its surface and did not cover the vines that were common in the rest of the mountain.

This allowed Bernadai to directly see the various words and symbols engraved on the tomb through the "Secret Eye", and to see the heavy stone door that seemed to be prepared for the giant, nearly thirty meters high.

Bernardy is not unfamiliar with those words and symbols. He just recognizes them for a brief time, and then recognizes them either from the Civil Code formulated and promulgated by his father, or belongs to the new social trend he founded, or directly the design drawings of some inventions.

"I have always had a question, want to ask Him."

Bernadai spoke softly, and when she saw the tomb, she seemed to see her soon-to-be fate: "But I don't think you will let me see Him alive."

"No, of course not. I hope my father and daughter have been reunited for a long time," said Edward. "You can meet Him."

"And I'll die?"

"That's right." The devil admitted happily, "You won't be alone for too long, and I will send your father to accompany you soon."

Bernady let out a sigh of relief, death was approaching, she had calmed down and said:

"I have one last question."

Edward stood up, smoothed the wrinkles on his clothes, stood on the side of the piano, and smiled, "Why didn't you ask earlier? Crunching temporarily is not a smart choice. Of course, if you are smarter, you won't be a pirate."

"Well-but it's hard to say that if you do too well as a princess, your father with a strong desire for control would probably be difficult." Edward shook his head regretfully and said casually in a homely tone with Bernadella, "You are really a perfect daughter, everything is in line with your father's ideas."

Bernadai was not influenced by these words. When she was born and grew up, the Gustav family was still a middle-level nobleman and had not received education from the emperor or the ruler. However, because the family believed in the gods of steam and machinery, this god's sacred sacred teachings that promoted gender equality gave Bernadai the right to inherit.

This inheritance has always existed, and it still remains when they became princes and daughters.

When Rossell became the consul, he became an angel in his later years. Although everything Rossell did was to cover up the internal conflicts of the country with external expansion and did not do well, it was foolish to think of a position as an immortal emperor who was almost a god. She could not accept those excessive laws and colonial wars and fled to the sea. This was the best way she could think of.

“My problem is…”

Bernarde squatted down and outlined traces on the land with his fingers, horizontal and vertical marks... There are many continuous strokes and inverted strokes, as well as excessively straight horizontal lines. These marks finally form two to three symbols.

She stood up and asked:

"What do these two Luos... in Chinese mean?"

Edward looked down and then said with emotion:

“This is the ‘hometown’.”

"Home?" Bernadé was a little clear when he heard the word Intis, but he had more doubts.

Edward thought for a few seconds and gave an accurate answer.

"I can find the most accurate translation. Indiz's context does not mean more closely to the word, nor does Ruen, but there is a similar word in Fsak."

He slowly recited in the Old Foxac language: "Where is the source of blood."

Bernady, who read through various knowledge, quickly found this word from his memory. This word is indeed a unique word for Fsack, because only Fsack people always miss the distance for no reason, like a sad poet, miss a place that did not exist in history, miss the source of the giant clan in myths and legends, the true body of the "Twilight Giant Palace", and the distant "Giant Court".

The legendary homeland of giants appears in their dreams. In their imagination, the poems and ancient records of the minstrels, even the Fsaks, who were born abroad and had not even been exposed to similar cultures, would occasionally go to the distant hometown.

This is a phenomenon that cannot be explained by theory and research, and can only be explained by extraordinary abilities.

That's why this word was born:

"Where is the source of bloodline."

Bernardy frowned slightly and fell into thinking: The root of the name Rossell does come from the Giant language...

"This means...Russel also has Fsac's bloodline? He also often dreams of the hometown of the giants, so he feels nostalgia?"

"Oh, the nobles of all countries have in-laws, and the ancestors of the Gustav family have also married each other. If you want to say anything, there is indeed. But that's not the reason."

Edward explained patiently:

"You can ask Himself or ask me... Your father came from an ancient era, and 'ancient' is often powerful and mysterious now, but not entirely..."

"Your father's soul comes from the past, from an era that has long been destroyed, where he was born, grew up, and then fell asleep, spanning four epochs to the world we know today."

"So, He missed where His true relatives and friends had been buried in the unknowing distant history. He longed to go back, He could never go back, and he would not want to establish deep feelings with the current world, so He has always shown a sense of separation."

"Home, homeland, where family lives, source, and these things are combined together, which means that the word."

He finished this with a kind of academic precision, then looked at Bernadé and waited for her answer.

Bernadai stood up straight again, and there were more complicated emotions in his blue eyes. After a moment, she asked:

"Why did He choose these two words and give me amulet?"

"This kind of text does not have extraordinary power, nor can it inspire spirituality, it is just a simple symbolic text."

"Your question is a little too many, Bernardy," said Edward. "But I'm willing to answer this question."

"The real amulet is not these two words, but those who can understand these two words."

Bernardy looked at Edward in confusion.

"I'm not the person He wants." Edward spread his hands, "He guessed very early that there were more guests from past times hidden in this world, so he taught you these two words. Those who can understand these two words in the future and will have a sense of identity will be your true amulet."

Bernadai was silent.

She thought of the "fool" who could interpret Roselvin.

"What exactly is the source of blood?" she said to herself, "it can make two words so powerful."

Edward did not answer because although He could understand, he could not empathize.

The next second, Bernardy raised his right hand.

Her skin suddenly became as white as snow, her lips became as red as blood, and her hair became as black as ebony. There was an illusory, ancient mirror in her hands.

This is the "Snow White" in fairy tale magic. Bernadai uses it to improve the success rate and accuracy of his "prophecy".

Silently, she "saw" a scene:

The majestic and majestic deep black tomb shaking significantly, and the heavy and tall stone door opened.

Then, a huge dark arm stretched out from the stone door.

The size of this arm is close to the trees on the island. Judging from the color and state, it looks more like a part of the shadow, but it is not a thin layer, but it is filled with flesh and blood, making it extremely strange.

It supported the ground with its elbows and moved forward with difficulty, as if it wanted to pull out the larger and more terrifying parts of the subsequent ones.

Boom!

The entire island began to shake.

Bang!

The pair of "secret eyes" that tend to be transparent suddenly shattered.

Bernadai's eyes closed, as if he could see the strong light that could not be seen directly, or suffered unbearable damage.

There was obvious blood flowing from the corners of her eyes, and her face turned much pale.

And on her body, pairs of illusory and holy wings spread out, neutralizing some invisible pollution with the whereabouts of white feathers.

Edward finished all this quietly, and then he turned his head and looked at the gate of the tomb:

"You should leave, Bernadai. You came to me, and the road from life to death has been completed. It's time to embrace your ending."

This sentence was irresistible magic. Bernarde turned around and glanced at the woods behind him. His vision seemed to penetrate the ocean and forest, and he reached somewhere far away.

She closed her eyes and saw her childhood residence in her mind. She had a swing made by her father in her small courtyard. Ivy and morning glory were crept on the wall every spring. She recalled the streets of Trier and those vibrant people. She thought of the sea and wanted the "factor dawn" that she lost her shelter after her death. Sorrow and pain spread in her heart uncontrollably.

“No matter how Father He thinks…”

"Intis, where He and his mother are, is my 'homeland'."

She turned her head and walked step by step towards the main entrance of the mausoleum.
To be continued...