It seemed like there was nothing I could do except sigh.
Time is like a lonely river. Whether people notice it or not, it will roll forward and never go back... The gatherings, partings, joys and sorrows between people, everything will eventually be lost in it, even if it shakes the world
In the end, it is just a fleeting wave.
The waves disappear, time passes... the sunset dyes red, and the night droops. Even if someone has the intention to reach out to retain that time, they will only watch it flow between the fingers of the retainer...
Slowly putting down his palms, Edward's eyes fell on the distant sky, where there was a thin layer of clouds, passing through the blue-black sky, and the stars were twinkling among the gauzy thin clouds.
The night has darkened.
The light of the crescent moon dimly fell on the room at the top of the mage tower, outlining the lonely shadow of the psychic. He sat on a long and comfortable chair, raised his head slightly, and breathed slowly and long, as if he had entered a world.
In a state of semi-sleep, that wonderful feeling makes my thoughts wander between half-asleep and half-awake.
The body is sleeping, but only the spirit seems to remain in an active state, and he can think of many things... This seems to be a continuation of that strange state during the battle a few hourglasses ago.
Or, it's not a continuation.
After all, at that time, the feeling was definitely not so peaceful.
The psychic squinted his eyes, and the brief but fierce battle a few hours ago reappeared in his mind again. Every detail, every gain and loss. The intersection of swords and the collision of power seemed so clear. The tentacles
Reachable.
A battle that was caught off guard and far from the original plan.
It was originally planned to rely on the blockade of magic, coupled with the power from the prayers of dozens of priests from the churches of Bellena and Rose, to suppress the ability of a blazing god, and then use spiritual energy to increase the power of the king's magic.
, and the ability of the stone element. Slowly engage in a war of attrition, trying to capture the body attached to the God of Blazing Sky after the positive energy gradually fades, and then deal with it.
However, I didn't expect that so many accidents would happen during this short contact.
The appearance of Katzeyek, the awakening of royal power, and the sudden appearance of Ariel all made the outcome of this battle even more confusing.
In the final result, can I count myself as ‘winning’?
Or maybe the only gain was to severely injure Karel... It should be impossible for the essence of heavenly creatures absorbed by the royal power to be restored in a short time, and a human being who can carry the power of the blazing god is obviously not
So easy to find.
But what about what you paid for?
Will she... come back? Will the next confrontation be within a short time? Will it be a more cruel and endless battle? What I have to face is myself.
The familiar person or the strange divine attendant?
At that moment, the feeling and judgment that suddenly sprouted up in me, was it real or an illusion? Has that beautiful, gentle paladin who once belonged to me really disappeared from this world?
Leave a trace?
Does that count as a kind of loss of control?
Or not. Because he remembered every detail of that time, he could feel every thought he had, and was able to control every emotion, judgment, thinking, and every decision made in a flash of careful consideration. , but in retrospect, it all seemed very vague - as if it were a collection of contradictions, as if it was not myself who made the decision at that moment.
Because she is already dead, the person in front of her is the enemy, so she must be eradicated resolutely.
It was the indifference and coldness rising from the deepest part of his consciousness, like the wind blowing up from hell, slowly but steadily eroding everything...let his experience, his love, hate, joy and pain fade away bit by bit. Dispensable memories, many past events have become so blurry in front of my eyes. What I once believed in so firmly, what I believed in so persistently, is actually nothing and nothing.
As for other things, it's not worth considering.
The thought of wielding the blade is unstoppable, silent, but everywhere. It guides the psychic, allowing him to look down on all living beings from the high sky and look at problems from the most macroscopic perspective.
For example, does Elena exist?
That answer is very realistic.
Or, in a sense, it is correct and irrefutable.
but……
"How stupid..." The psychic took out a breath and murmured lowly.
Even if we travel across the long river of time, across the universe and the sky, and think from the broadest perspective, when the field of vision is broad enough and the time span is measured in thousands of years, we will find that people's original persistence and beliefs are often so ridiculous and ridiculous .However, at least once in your life, you should forget yourself for someone.
I don’t ask for results, I don’t ask for companions, I don’t ask for what I’ve had, I don’t even ask for you to love me... Even if I suddenly find myself very stupid, so stupid that I make people laugh, and tears of laughter fall. I laugh at myself for being so stupid, all the time. Silly expectations, disappointment, expectations again, disappointment again...
But life should be like this, and people are like this...
It is precisely because of stupidity that one can be smart, and because one is impulsive, one can be calm with others. Since we are born as human beings, we cannot always stay out of things and be aloof...
Unconsciously showing a bitter smile, he shook his head and decided not to worry about a question that would definitely not have a concrete answer.
He casually picked up a harp from the table. After gently tuning it, he played a few familiar instruments. He was not very good at this seven-string instrument. He only roughly knew how to use it, but when he started to play it gently Move one or two strings, and the music in your memory will flow into a simple and clear tune in the trembling.
There have been so many dreams in my heart, so many red flowers have fallen in my dreams. The spring breeze has blown away all the prosperity; it has blown away my dream, and a drop of lovesickness has turned into a touch of blood. My dream revolves around your every bit of the past in spring, summer, autumn and winter, and touches me. All kinds of things come out of my heart... If life is just like the first meeting, why is the west wind sad to draw a fan? The green mountains remain the same, but the mulberry fields have changed... Tears are shining brightly, I think quietly about the dust, a river east of the river will never return... (Song is Si Si Cabro Market. Lyrics written by "Nanyang Lichen", but I changed a few sentences.)
The gentle music sounds slowly,
The soft footsteps became gentle in front of the door. Anna Sui raised her eyes in surprise and looked at the man singing the song.
It was a song that I had never heard before. He sang it with a strange language that he had never heard before. It was a bit gentle and a bit cold, and the voice was not very beautiful, but the melody and the words were...
There was something so moving about it that the woman couldn't help but slow down and approach slowly. But she couldn't bear to disturb her. She stood quietly behind the recliner...
The music and singing echoed in the ears, becoming more melodious and ethereal in the moonlight... Then the thoughts in the girl's heart seemed to be a little boundless.
There seems to be a bit of sadness in the lightness.
sad?
For that battle during the day? I heard that it was the girl named Elena...
The staff lady frowned and guessed the answer in her mind.
Anna Sui had had several encounters with that heroic woman, but strangely enough, she didn't leave any positive memories... Perhaps it was because of the woman's powerful power. People could only remember her.
As for the sword in his hand, the opportunities to face the face under the helmet are even rarer, so what I can barely remember is the outline of a slightly immature, yet stunning face.
All that's left are empty words like beauty and elegance.
What does that sadness come from?
Love?
Love? It seems hard to imagine that it is the emotion that that powerful, cunning and indifferent man would have.
"Is it you?"
The music finally ended with a few melodious notes... Then the meditating man raised his head and noticed the woman standing quietly beside him. The moonlight fell like a gauze, outlining the dim silver outline of her black dress, creating a picture.
Ordinary beauty.
"It's nothing, it's just..." She suddenly woke up from her boundless fantasy, but her heart was occupied by inexplicable emotions... The woman took two steps back in panic, letting the darkness cover up the blush on her face, and then grabbed the corner of her clothes with all her strength.
, it took him a while to squeeze out an answer: "I just think this song is very nice. Also, I didn't expect you to play the piano. I..."
Her voice suddenly paused.
The girl slowly widened her eyes...the clear blue-gray pupils were like a mirror, reflecting that person's face.
But that person who had been somewhat familiar with him for more than a month seemed to be a complete stranger now. Even though the outline of his facial features had not changed at all, the silver hair made his face extraordinarily different...
The two dots of silvery gray in those eyes, although they are as smooth as mirrors, do not reflect any luster. But when the eyes meet them, the silver that is just covering the pupils seems to suddenly become larger.
, as if infinitely broad, occupying her entire sight, infinitely deep, trying to absorb her into it!
And that silver was so cold, as cold as the legendary icy wasteland in the far north of the mainland, that the girl couldn't help but shudder. She subconsciously took two steps back, and the thumping footsteps sounded in this quiet space.
It seems particularly harsh and hollow.
But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break away from the meeting of eyes!
Time goes by slowly like this.
Is it a moment? Or an hourglass? Or is it a day?
The eyes moved, and then, the gravity was like a trance, an illusion, which disappeared in the next moment... The silver luster was replaced by the ordinary brown, and Anna Sui discovered that there was that ordinary person in front of her again.
It seems like a young man that is hard to remember.
Hard to remember...?
Anna Sui couldn't help but stretched out her hand and pressed her forehead, because she found that she couldn't think of anything for a while! Her mind went blank, her memory became blurry, and it even seemed like everything flew away from her mind... She tried her best
Calm, but what I vaguely remember is that there seems to be countless arrogance in that indifferent gaze...
Just like behind those pupils, there is actually a superior god looking down on the world!
Fortunately, the psion seemed distracted and did not notice her emotions.
"If you have nothing to do, go and rest. The Duke of Greenland needs a lot of weapons recently. If you have time, supervise them more..."
"Yes, yes."
On normal days, even if you obey, you might feel a little disgusted with such a direct order, right? Even if you don't say sarcasm, you will use your expression to resist slightly... But now, Anna Sui found that her answer was extremely natural, as if
From the bottom of my heart...
Surrender.
"You look very strange." The strange feeling made the female staff member suddenly feel a little unhappy. So she calmed down, finally regained some of her mood, and spoke in a low voice.
"What?"
"I don't know either, but you seem to be different from before. It seems like... you have changed a lot all at once."
"Human beings are changing all the time. This time is different from the past. Today is also different from yesterday."
The strange question was based on female intuition. It was elusive and had no basis. So the psychic smiled unconsciously and answered with a dictum that made her wonder.
So, what changes have happened to you?
While answering, the psychic suddenly realized that he should think about this question.
Because, he did undergo some changes - just between this battle.
The power of his mind seems to have become stronger, and he feels as if he has become sharper. When his consciousness is concentrated, he can feel the flow of air around him, the touch of his skin, and he can also hear the friction sound similar to the sound of water ripples.
Below, the flow of blood, the relaxation of muscles, and even the friction of bones seemed to become clearly discernible... Standing on this high tower, under the cover of night, he could see the streets and gaps between the stone slabs in the entire territory.
every grain of sand.
If he wanted, he could also see every thin thread on the collar of the woman in front of him.
But in today's battle, that omnipotent power - what was absorbed from the Blazing Sky Divine Attendant, has not left many traces.
Even if it's just a feeling.
The psychic knew that he would never be able to make those earth-shattering moves like he did in the previous battle, fighting a blazing god at close range - even with the help of stone elemental creatures, he would be powerless. Because he had lost that
This kind of consciousness expands infinitely. Even if he commands the stone elements to assist, he can only take care of his own hands and three or four tentacles. That is what he can do with all his strength.
Such powerful power was only replaced by an explosion that was less than an hourglass scale?
Edward's smile was a little helpless...or perhaps, such an evil existence is so terrifying in the first place, and his actions were really just aiding his evil deeds.
But change does seem to have happened.
The mental power circulated slightly, and a flicker of light swirled in his palm.
It is a source of power of Emperor Iskandar that has been stored in the ring. This thing itself requires the blood of the empire to be activated. Therefore, for Edward, it is somewhat tasteless, so it has always been
He stayed behind. Even forgotten in the corner of power.
But now, this power seems to be becoming active. When the mental power penetrates into it, Edward's body undergoes some changes.
"Huh?"
The moment this change occurred, even the psychic warlock himself couldn't help but let out a surprised sound.
Because his body fell from the bench.
His body passed through the wood, he fell down awkwardly, and sat down on the ground... It was as if a magic spell had been cast on the bench, and he was dodged past!
What's going on?
Pulling up the bench with the power of mind control, the psion stood up somewhat embarrassedly and looked at the female staff member who was staring at him. The surprise on the latter's face gradually turned into a smile, and finally couldn't help but giggle.
After speaking out and noticing someone's expression, the staff lady smiled even more cheerfully.
Among spells, invisibility is just a type of illusion. Its function is to deceive vision by refracting, distorting, and changing the path of light. Therefore, whether it is glittering dust that causes scattered light, or
Any real gaze that can break the illusion can have an effect on it. Even because the illusion can only have a deceiving effect, a seasoned hunter can even solve it with a handful of sand.
"Edward, how do you... feel? Is everything okay?" Miss Lisa whispered: "Are you... still angry?"
"I'm not angry."
"Sure enough, I'm still angry..."
The eldest lady bit her lip, twisted the hem of her skirt in her hands, lowered her head and whispered.
"I know, because I acted randomly, and as a result, that guy...the angel who occupied Sister Elena's body ran away...But, Edward, you don't know how scary you looked at that time...You look like
It's like cutting her in half with a sword. Ah, I know you won't do anything to her, but I don't know why, but I suddenly felt in my mind that you would do that..."
The defense turned into a whimper in the end, and even a little sobbing in the end. The half-elf lady lowered her head and secretly paid attention to Edward's face from her golden forehead: "I don't know what's going on.
But I just feel like you... Wuwu, I'm sorry, it's all my fault, I, I..."
"Don't worry, you read that right. I did have that plan at the time." After hesitating, Edward reached out and rubbed her little head: "So, I should thank you, otherwise, I might just