God squinted his eyes and asked Shade in front of him with a smile. His face was wrinkled, just like an old man walking on the street asking a boy he met by chance if he wanted to eat candy.
Shade turned to look at Miss Olanode, who nodded carefully and said very respectfully:
"God, I am planning to build a library to assist my teacher in collecting knowledge. Please give me your blessing within the scope allowed."
As expected, this was his wish, and Shade once again had the feeling of witnessing history. Of course it was a pity to give up his wish, but at this moment he knew that he had done the right thing.
"This wish is really good. It is a wish that I can realize."
The kind-looking old man smiled and nodded:
"I admire your determination very much, and I can see how excellent the library you want to build is. It is very good. I am a descendant of the long-leaf elves, and I am willing to bless you."
"Longleaf Elf" is a division of the ancient Elf race, which is mentioned in Shad's Elf Knowledge.
He stretched out his free hand, and bits and pieces of white light were gathering. But suddenly he glanced at Shade, and then took back his hand. He took his pipe back from the air, smiled and asked:
"If you want to build the library you want, simple blessing may not be enough for you. So, do you want more blessings and power? I can give it to you."
The witch of Zalas was slightly surprised, while Miss Olanode was horrified:
"God, I don't have enough to pay."
God's blessings are never free, and Shade knows this best.
"What I want is very simple. I am the keeper of the library, but I also like to collect stories. Give me some interesting stories. Things that have never existed in this world and should not exist in the past, present and future.
s story."
He took a drag on his pipe and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke. In the swirling smoke, Shade seemed to see an illusion of the great library of St. Byrons Comprehensive College. Although it was not exactly the same, it was so familiar.
"I originally just wanted to give you a simple blessing, but your determination moved me. Now I give you a chance, mortal, you can choose to try it."
The gray-robed god smiled and raised his eyebrows:
"This is a rare opportunity."
"I"
Miss Olanold wanted to speak, but Miss Samuel behind her grabbed her sleeve:
"Think before you speak. You know what the current situation means!"
She adjusted her glasses and spoke quickly, her face flushed with excitement:
"Knowledge that should not exist in the past, present, or future. This is the most taboo knowledge. Brienne Oranod, since God has made a request to you, what you can get after completing the request is definitely beyond you.
imagination."
"Forbidden Knowledge"
The two witches were discussing in a low voice, and Shade, who was running out of time, looked at the gray-robed god sitting on the pile of old books like a throne, who looked at him with a smile.
"Please let me answer for her."
Shade pointed at himself.
"are you sure?"
Of course it is certain, because no one in this world knows more stories than strangers that the world has never seen before.
The two witches behind him couldn't see Shade's expression, but the god could. He touched his beard, like a wise man thinking in an oil painting:
"I will only give you this opportunity once. If you help her, then no matter what, you will not be able to get the knowledge from me about enhancing time perception until you discover the forbidden secret."
Shade frowned slightly:
"Did you know? I once almost had my heart broken and died in order to help a woman I didn't know on the street find her child. I also turned around to face the shadow of the evil god in the sky in order to help a girl I had only met once.
.I don’t want to be a saint who helps anyone, but I never hesitate to help those in need within my ability. What’s more, the witch over there is my friend.”
"So, do you have any interesting stories?"
The two of them did not pay attention to the witch behind them at all in their conversation. This was not their place to interrupt.
"this"
There were actually many options, and Shade was happy to share the story of his hometown with the gods in front of him. His eyes glanced around casually, then looked at the ice coffin and the red-haired girl with his tail wrapped around her waist, and he immediately felt something in his heart.
Got the idea:
"Would you like to hear an interesting fairy tale? That is indeed a story that should not appear in this world."
The sage in gray robe showed a kind smile:
"what story?"
"The story of the princess, the long sleep and the kiss."
Shade said with a smile, and then he was startled. The figure of the blonde girl who had been appearing in the study every Saturday for more than a month, and the appearance of the princess holding the spindle, immediately jumped to his eyes.
He took a deep breath. The chaotic time was continuous for Shade. He touched history again:
"Ha, I see. I knew there wouldn't be so many coincidences."
The old man wearing a pointed hat in front of him showed a somewhat unpredictable smile:
"You seem to understand something."
"Yes, and it seems that you understand it, so do you want to listen to the story?"
Shade made a gesture of invitation.
"Of course, let's sit down and talk, everyone, sit down."
The old man wearing a pointed hat blew out a puff of smoke towards the bonfire. The smoke made the fire light a little blurry:
"Surrounding the campfire and listening to children tell stories is what I look forward to most."
Neither Miss Samuel nor Miss Olanold understood why the atmosphere became a little weird. They wanted to ask Shade, but Shade just shook his head:
"Sit down, ladies, please sit down and listen to me tell a story about a princess and a prince. I don't have much time."
The god left the pile of old books, holding a staff in his left hand and a pipe in his right hand, and sat on the ground in front of the bonfire. Shade sat on his left, and to the left were Miss Samuel and Miss Olanode, just two witches.
They are close together.
No one spoke, but looked at the bonfire surrounded by them. In the flames that swayed due to the smoke of the god, the fire became brighter and brighter, until a grand palace setting appeared. This was not Shade controlling the flames,
It is the patron saint of the library who is helping Shade to tell the complete story that follows.
The scenes in the flames became more and more realistic, until the faces of mortals and gods turned red. It covered up the chill and covered up all the worries. It was indeed a pleasant thing to sit by the campfire and tell the stories of the distant hometown.
Shade squinted at the bonfire, thinking about the story connecting the past and the future, and its meaning to his life:
"A long time ago, in a distant kingdom, a queen gave birth to a princess."
Flames formed the palace, and middle-aged men and women holding babies were showing off the "treasures" in their hands to the dense crowd outside the palace.
"The king invited people from all over the country and twelve witches who lived in the Black Forest to come to the feast, but he did not invite the old witch who lived in the Black Forest."
The scene in the flames was divided into two halves. One half showed the beautiful witches in the banquet hall blessing the newborn princess, and the other half showed the terrifying witches in the forest brewing potion.
The flames of the bonfire continued to splash outside, illuminating the four people sitting in the bonfire. Shade's voice was very calm, the god in gray robe squinted his eyes and enjoyed the tobacco in his hand, Miss Samuel frowned and looked at the flames, Ou Lan
Miss Nord tilted her head and looked at Shade.
"So, after the twelve witches offered their blessings to the princess, the witch imposed a vicious curse of fate - when the princess turns sixteen, she will touch the spindle and fall asleep forever!"
As Shade raised his voice, the bonfire actually burst into flames and flew directly into the sky, even engulfing the yellow moon summoned by Miss Olanode. The blazing bonfire not only went upwards, but even spread to all directions, until it was almost
Drowning people around campfires.
The wind and snow outside could no longer be heard at all. Feeling the extremely hot temperature in front of them, everyone was staring at the scene in the flames——
The flame constructed a life-size, lifelike young princess who even looked somewhat similar to the appearance of [Desire] in front of Shade. She carried the candlestick and walked up the attic stairs constructed of flame. And on the top floor
In the flames, facing the huge yellow moon, it was a textile machine.
"This is the loom that represents destiny."
Shade said softly, and the princess in the flames had also moved to the top floor. In the swaying firelight, the princess and the textile machine were magnified until they occupied the entire bonfire. The princess holding the oil lamp stretched out her finger and touched the spindle of the textile machine.
"Just as the witch cursed, the princess fell, but she did not die, but fell into a permanent sleep."
Shade paused for a moment, because his whole body was already wrapped in white mist. The mist seemed to seep out from the bonfire in front of him, and with just the effort of lowering his head, it almost completely enveloped him.
"This story is not finished yet. Sage in gray robe, please allow me to tell it next time."
"Of course, see you next time."
The old man nodded.
The white mist completely enveloped Shade and took him away. At the same time, the god sitting in front of the bonfire also disappeared, leaving only the shrine on the pile of old books, as if he had never left at all.
"It feels like I'm witnessing an epic."
After everything calmed down, Miss Samuel said softly, looking at the bonfire in front of her, her glasses reflecting the flickering light of the fire:
"Bryony, is he really here to witness our story?"
Miss Olanold shook her head and waved her hand to control the flames. Shade's lifelike appearance appeared in the fire:
"The teacher said that it is us who are witnessing his story."