Zheng Qing was the last one to leave the Sakura Tavern.
Before him, feeling the subtle atmosphere in the air, Xiao Xiao and Fatty Xin had already used the excuse of 'washing hands' to slip away in advance, leaving the trouble to their captain and the owner of the tavern.
Zheng Qing plans to work hard again.
"A few days ago, I had a very bad dream..."
He described his dream in detail - from the dried crows hanging on the scaffolding, to the crazy dancing prayers, to the huge claws falling from the sky, and his former magical biology teacher Gan Ning -
It wasn't until he recalled all this that he suddenly realized that everything in the dream was so vivid, as if it had happened just a few minutes ago.
This made his heart sink slightly.
What the doctor once said flashed through his mind - the scene he witnessed in his dream may have been carefully disguised. Only false dreams can be remembered clearly after waking up.
"Very interesting dream."
Kolma's voice brought the boy back to his senses. He looked at the witch behind the bar in surprise, only to find that she was tilting her head and staring attentively at the glass in her hand and the slightly swaying apple juice in the glass.
Sensing the wizard's gaze, she did not raise her head, but raised her cup and changed the subject: "...But for students of Jiuyou Academy, it is not uncommon to have bad dreams. The professors have endless assignments to write.
Homework and endless experiments are like mountains of terrifying nightmares that will inevitably appear in everyone’s dreams every night. What’s more, as far as I know, you have taken thirty elective courses this semester. Tsk, what if
I had so many classes on my schedule back then, I must have had very bad dreams every night."
"There are not thirty gates, only twenty-eight gates." Zheng Qing muttered and corrected in a low voice, but compared to before, his tone now seemed a little weak.
"When did you have the nightmare?" Colma seemed to be interested at this time.
Zheng Qing made a simple calculation in his heart: "Last Tuesday...the night I came back from you. Well, that's right, the next morning there was a History of Magic lesson, and our history class is on Wednesday."
"Last Tuesday was the day you drew the 'Reversed Tower'."
The witch murmured, as if she had something in her heart, and suddenly turned her head to look out the window. After a while, she spoke again: "The appearance of the reverse tower does not convey real destruction, but only the fear of destruction in our hearts. Fear.
It comes from all aspects. For ordinary wizards, dreams are the most harmful, because many people can't distinguish the difference between fantasy and reality, falsehood and reality. You think you see the future, but in fact what you see is an illusion; you think you are seeing the future.
When you see the truth, you actually see falsehood; what you think you are afraid of is actually what scares you... Anchoring cognition in dreams is a very unhealthy choice."
She withdrew her gaze, looked at the boy, and said seriously: "Even I can't believe my eyes easily now. When I first became a great wizard, I felt that the whole world was so clear and the context was so clear.
Obviously, the truth is so within reach... It seems that as long as we follow the sequence of events, we can reach a bright future... But now, I am not so confident."
"But you saved the wizards of the North District and established the Fringe Academy!" Zheng Qing couldn't help but defend her in a low voice.
A strange smile appeared on Kolma's face.
"Did I establish Fringe Academy?"
She asked softly, tapping the wall of the glass with her fingertips. A crisp sound echoed in the room, which was in sharp contrast to her slightly confused voice: "Wizard of the North District, do you need me to save them?"
Having said this, she simply put down the cup in her hand, raised her arm and drew a big circle in mid-air: "...Do you know how big this world is? Do you know how tall a real expert is?"
There are legends above the Great Wizard, as well as beings beyond the stars, as well as ancient ones. Their figures spread from the distant eternity to the invisible future, weaving countless possibilities with timelines.
We are unable to see reality.
Every possibility and every future we see is the aftermath of the fight between the big guys, or the result of the big guys' mutual compromise... When you are small and a little bit, the whole world seems so kind;
But when you grow up and start to try to be independent, the cold and realistic side of the world will slowly appear in front of you. The older you grow up and the farther you look, the more you can feel how great those great figures are and how great the darkness is.
How deep the color is... The more you see and the more you understand, the more awe you become... Awe creates distance, and distance makes people indifferent, indifferent, and makes you slowly become indifferent."
The last words made Zheng Qing a little breathless.
"Do you know those North District wizards will die?" His tone was filled with shock and confusion.
The witch looked at him calmly: "Everyone will die, sooner or later."
"Who killed them?" the boy asked.
"Is there a difference?"
After the witch asked a question, she picked up the cup and drank the juice by herself: "...by the way, put away the heart-purifying charms and evil-proofing charms you quietly took out. I'm not crazy."
By this point in the conversation, Zheng Qing had already realized that today's visit was a mistake - in his impression, Kolma had never been a fatalist.
At the very least, she would never say such irresponsible words as "Do the wizards in the North District need me to save them?"
Something is definitely wrong.
He put the talisman he had just taken out back into the gray cloth bag, stood up, and seemed to remember something, and asked suddenly: "Just now you turned your head and looked outside...did you see something?"
Korma raised her eyebrows slightly, with a noncommittal expression on her face.
"maybe."
She was vague, looking up and down at the young wizard in front of her, and finally sighed: "What difference does it make if you see it or not? The dead will eventually die, and the living will eventually continue to live. Sometimes.
, having too keen a sense is not a good thing... nor does it mean anything.”
Zheng Qing thought for a while, silently took out the Colt, and stuffed the talisman bullets into the bullet nest one by one, just in case. For the last one, he pressed in a blood talisman bullet.
During this period, the owner of the Sakura Tavern had been watching him quietly, neither mocking nor stopping him.
Before going out.
Zheng Qing finally looked back at the owner of the tavern.
Kolma was sitting behind the bar, her tall figure shrouded in the deep shadow of the bartender and chef, looking a little blurry and distorted. His heart shuddered, and he subconsciously withdrew his sight, and hurriedly left No. 33 Gudiao Street.
Something was wrong with Colma, this was the only thought in his mind.