Evetrona's old stories

"Exactly. There are more than a dozen countries in your Danfeng, all of which use different ideographic characters. Unlike us, the characters you use in daily communication are also spell characters, but some characters are different. It can only be used by nobles or royal families. If civilians use it recklessly, it may cause death." Le Lier said, "Not only that, but in the history of Danfeng, you have multiplied the characters several times and increased the learning ability. Difficulty of the script—for civilians, it is simply not worth the time spent learning a script they cannot use."

"This is just a policy." Si Kan explained, "This policy does not prevent the people from using their native language magic when farming or healing wounds, but what about you?"

"Essentially speaking, we are all doing the same thing. The development of magic and science may not necessarily produce the happiest era, but it may create a perfect monopoly." Yuqie said, "Who is morality born for? And for whom is it benefiting?—Ideology is a kind of shackles, we live in different worlds, and the most ridiculous thing is that the two people wearing shackles and those wearing handcuffs are always laughing at each other."

"Well said." The poet Opfeis clapped his hands, "I've always thought so. In the past when two groups fought, at most one group broke up the other, but now? In just a few decades, technology has advanced by leaps and bounds—if you ask the most brutal emperor in history, how to slaughter a complete race, he will definitely not be able to answer it, because at most he will only kill one when he sees one, but he can't kill them cleanly—but now, let's combine alchemy and magic, and move with your eyes closed. You can kill a whole city with just words, regardless of men, women, old and young... What about another few decades? Let’s invent some magic, maybe we can make all the people we hate evaporate in place—this is the wonderful use of technology.”

"You hate others, so you want to kill them?" Tonight, listening to the conversation of these people, Elinde was really eye-opening.

"Of course, didn't this gentleman say that thought is a shackle—you can't change the fact that we hate each other, so just eliminate each other." Opfeis replied, "We haven't been in constant contact for thousands of years. That’s how it all works? It’s just become more efficient in recent years.”

Eve sipped the wine in her glass, listening to the group of people chatting.The wine in the glass has a fragrance of cypress wood, which may be a kind of dew wine produced in the north of Mokoto.And everyone didn't notice—Skan's master—Nastor was watching her right now.

This noble man was born with eye disease, even in the daytime, it is difficult for others to guess where his line of sight falls.

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"If the master didn't insist on bringing you here, I really want to leave you there." The personal guard Skan said to Opfis, "Don't get too complacent."

Obviously, Skan was very dissatisfied with the poet's speech.

"Friends, don't think that you stand on a high ground, can show a 'correct' attitude from the outside, and pretend to be rational and make 'intuitive' judgments." Opfeis said, "I'm not getting carried away, our master Deciding to bring me out together, at least it can show that he doesn't only like people who are around him. When you introduced me just now, you called me a clown-you are used to this kind of slander, and you never feel that you have what is the problem."

"No, it's not slander, it's a fact. Can the things you make be called poetry?"

"At least it's on paper, my dear... my lord."

"So you're not a clown." Erinde said, "You're a poet, why don't you read some works to us?"

"That's easy, listen—" Oppheus picked up the flute, played a few syllables, and then began to read his poem.

The few people sitting opposite the bonfire looked at each other, because what Opfis recited was not Haneji's language.

"At least you can hear the rhyme." Yuqie said.

Eve's eyes widened, and she wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh - she had already prepared for it - when Opfis was speaking, she put her hand on the bronze coin at her waist, but what she heard was not a poem, but a jingle made up of a dirty joke.

The guard's face was ashen, and he didn't say a word.

"Heh, this is your Dongdan style poem." Lelie said, "It's really wild."

Opfis smiled, but said nothing.

This night, these strangers got together and talked about many topics.They talked about myths, wars, and history, exchanging their opinions—or agreeing, or refuting, and what they said was also justified.The wine in the jug drank less and less, and time passed by likewise.

At the end, everyone was a little drunk, and the personal guard Si Kan said that they did not plan to spend the night with the people in Qingshui Castle, and the other side also expressed that they would not stay - for each other, the journey has not yet come to an end, and there is still a long way to go.

But before leaving, the noble Nastor suddenly made a request—he hoped to have a private conversation with Eve.

Si Kan relayed Nasdor's thoughts: "I am currently in a stage of confusion and distress. This lady's status is similar to mine. Maybe what she said will help."

"Me?" Eve pointed at herself, "I'm not a person who can talk, so forget it."

"No, your words are very important to me." This time it was Nasdor who spoke in person, and this man with a deep voice could indeed speak Kriging.

Eve wanted to refuse, but she vaguely sensed that she should not make a decision lightly—when Nasdor was speaking, the atmosphere on the other side seemed to have changed.

The face of the guard softened slightly, the corner of the poet's mouth had a helpless chuckle, the archer lowered his head silently, and the old man let out a soft sigh.

"Don't go too far." That's all Lelier said—she raised her hand, and a miniature oran flew from the top of the tent to Eve's side, emitting a soft white light.

"Understood." Eve stood up and left the range of the campfire.

Under the radiance of Yue and Oran, the white figure of this young witch left a deep impression on people.

Nasdor also stood up, and with one hand on his chest, he bowed to her very solemnly.

After the two left, the people around the campfire remained silent until Yuqie raised the cup in his hand and smiled at Si Kan, the personal guard.

Scandinavian also raised his glass.The two drank the wine in their glasses, and at this moment Yuqie asked him: "Are you really just going to Hartan?"

Si Kan shook his head, but did not answer.

"Where can a stray wolf go?" said the poet Opfeius.

Under the moonlight, the swaying meadow is full of mist, as if covered with a layer of white gauze.Nasdor followed the girl, and the wet and soft soil was under their feet. This tall and straight man seemed to be infected by the girl's temperament, and his heart was becoming more peaceful.

After walking for a while, the girl stopped, and she looked up at the man beside her.They were not far from the camp, and they could vaguely hear the sound of the campfire burning.

"Are we talking here?" Eve asked him.

Nasdor nodded.

Her attitude was a little cold, but she didn't refuse others' talk—from the first time she noticed Eve, noble people were attracted by her behavior.In the dusty memory, that woman is probably the same, but I can no longer remember her appearance - she is my mother, a person I often dream of.

"You can understand our words." Nasdor's voice was very soft - light and deep, with a grainy texture like sand.His words were spoken in a strange language, the so-called Dongdan Fengyu.

"I can't speak, but I can understand," Eve said.

"And I can understand you." Nasdor didn't stay on this topic for too long, he continued, "Actually, we're not going to Hatan—we're going to the poisonous swamp in the east of the woodland."

Under the night, Eve couldn't see much expression on her face. She looked at him, at his cloudy and trembling eyes.

"We heard from Mafago about the road that Artemeni walked back then." Nasdor continued, "The ancestors of the dragon slayers fell there. Maybe there are still powerful dragons in the swamp."

"What are you going to do there?" Eve asked him.

"Go and see," Nasdor said, "go to a place where the brave should go."

"Are you... planning to die there?" Eve read out the meaning of his words.

To this, Nasdor did not answer, he said: "Mafargo and his servants are the only ones who know where we are going."

"And then you told me," Eve said, "what do you want me to do?"

Nastor shook his head, "I told them that I don't regret my choice. If I die, they will praise my fearlessness—but only I know that I still have fear and unwillingness in my heart."

"Then don't go."

"I have nowhere to go."

There was desolation in his words.Eve looked at him with sympathy in his eyes.

"I don't know where you came from and who you are—it's probably inappropriate to persuade you from the standpoint of a stranger." Eve said, "If this matter is very important to you...more important than life, then I can only wish you a safe return."

"Thank you." Nasdor moved the corners of his mouth, as if he wanted to smile, and he said, "Few people can tolerate my weakness...so I can only ask a stranger for help."

"Did I... really help you?"

"of course."

"Then, I'm glad I can help someone like you." Eve said.

"It is also my luck to meet you at this time." Nasdor said, "If possible, I have one more request."

Eve looked at him and didn't express his opinion immediately, but Nasdor didn't care about it. He took out a small box from his arms.

"I have always missed my biological mother." Nasdor said, "I carry her relics in my arms. I don't want it to fall into inhuman hands, but I don't want it to sink into the swamp with me."

"No, I can't accept it." Eve took a step back.

"If you don't want to help, I'm afraid there will be no one in this world worth entrusting." As he said, he squeezed the wooden box to pieces with a strong hand.

Eve was stunned by his actions, but when he opened his palm again, there was only a pile of sawdust in his hand, which turned out to be an empty box.

Then, he stretched out his other hand, and then he showed the relic in front of her—it was a golden pendant inlaid with three black gemstones.

"For me...everything precious is no longer worth remembering." Nasdor said, "but the world may find it a pity."

He tilted his broad palm and let the charm slide down—his eyes begged her, so she could no longer pretend to ignore it and took the pendant.

It was not until a long time later that she truly understood what kind of rare treasure this ornament called "Flying Garden" is.

"Thank you." Nasdor said, "Please keep it with you at all times, don't mention it to anyone, don't give it to anyone."

"I will keep it safe for you." Eve said, "If you come back, remember to take it with you. My name is Eve Harvey, and you can easily find me in Bomen City."

The girl's words made his heart slightly warm, and he nodded with a smile.An imperceptible flame of hope rose in his chest - but a single spark could not dispel the long-suffering will to die.

The two did not speak again, nor did they return to the camp immediately.They just stood there quietly, watching the fireworks rising into the sky and then slowly dissipating, listening to the intermittent sound of the flute and the singing of the drunk.

Eve put the pendant into the hidden compartment of the book cover, and put it together with her treasures—in fact, this is the only place on her body where she can hold things.

For some reason, she suddenly remembered a myth—Icarus.

Eve only met Nasdor once, and only spoke a few words—but he left a deep impression on her.

And two years later, Eve learned from a letter from the north that Nasdur and his followers were not favored by fate, they were buried in the dragon cave...no one survived.

The children were tired from playing, and they ran back to the camp along the slope.

"The world is still changing, and they are indeed the ones who can change the world." Nasdor sighed, "And I am about to step into a dark path, and I can no longer see further."

Eve looked at him, but didn't know how to respond, but her slightly sad look made him very satisfied. He strode towards the distance—but not in the direction of the camp—his followers hurriedly stood up when they saw him leave, and left the camp with their belongings and the warm campfire.

The singing stopped abruptly, and the two parties bid farewell in a hurry.This group of men in black rode on their horses and quickly disappeared into the night.

"Are they leaving now?" Stricky drank, her head was a little dizzy, and she still didn't understand what happened just now.

In fact, other people feel similarly.

So, as soon as Eve returned to the camp, she was questioned by everyone.

"We didn't say anything." Eve felt a little depressed, "I'm a little tired, so I'll go back to sleep first." She left only these words, and got into the tent.

"It seems that Nastor told her the truth." Yuqie said.

"What truth?" Lelier asked him.

"About where this group of people is going." Yuqie asked them, "Do you feel that this group of people always seems to lack interest when answering questions?"

"It seems a little bit." Erinde said.

"They are always lying, but they have no interest in lying." Yuqie sighed, "Perhaps in their opinion, being able to talk to a group of strangers before dying will make them feel better... But That's all—they have the faces of the dead, and the world of the living no longer interests them."

"What do you mean? They're going to die?" Erinde didn't understand the meaning of Yuqie's words, but Lelier and Stridge frowned.

"Looking at their whereabouts, they may have gone to the poisonous swamp in the east." Lelie said, "It is said that there are evil dragons entrenched there. If they can die there, it will be considered a heroic death."

"Do you think..." Erinde felt a little uncomfortable in her stomach - she didn't dare to say any more.She asked Yuqie: "Shouldn't we...shouldn't persuade them?"

"They come from afar, are well prepared, and will not go home just because of a few words from strangers." Yuqie said, "Having accumulated half a lifetime of honor makes them unable to tolerate sloppy work, so they can only go to destruction. I respect They...feel sorry for them too - they are an interesting group of souls, and if possible, I wish them a safe return."

"Is this really good?" Erinde still didn't understand, or couldn't accept it.

Man must die, the question is how to die well.Yu said earnestly.

The two moons flowed westward, and this Ban Xuemo looked towards the dark east, with a look of longing in his eyes, and he said: "Don't think about it, maybe we are thinking wrong, this is a group of people going to Hatan travelers."

The next morning, the sky was overcast and a rain seemed inevitable.

It was on this day that they entered the forest.

"Are we almost there?" Rediro asked Lelier and Streiki who were walking ahead.

The three Oran Rubik's Cubes flew close to the forest's surface. They emitted dazzling golden light, shining on the dense weeds and vines, causing the plants blocking the road to smolder and turn into fine ashes under their feet.

"It's still early, we're only halfway there," Streiki said.

"Then... how long are we going to walk in this forest?" Eve asked.

"It won't be long, and we're not going to Hardan," Streiki replied. "The elves live in another place, a very secret place...not even in the forest."

The herd of deer stopped crying, and they raised their heads, as if they smelled the smell of mud in the distance.

Near noon, there was constant thunder over the forest, and it began to rain not long after.

Following everyone's movements, Eve chanted a spell, and built a barrier around her body to avoid the rain.

The rain hit the canopy and was blocked for a moment.Then it condensed into larger particles and fell to the ground.There are two different sounds of rain from the top and bottom of the forest—rain, thunder, wind... These sounds merge together, and the smell of soil and moss together form the quiet rhythm of autumn and the forest.

The rain-soaked fir trees were deep and lustrous, and Stricky picked some tender green buds, saying that they would prepare them for tea.

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The forest was pitch black at night, and the rain was still pattering underground, converging into a small river in the low-lying places near the camp.

In the middle of the night, Yuqie chased away a pack of wolves, and after that, the cries of wild beasts came and went around the camp.Eve couldn't sleep because of the noise, so she sat outside the tent and watched the rain, and Delize was also sitting under the awning.The Oran Rubik's Cube shimmered above their heads, and the drenched deer shivered under the tree in a few white groups, and farther away, there seemed to be black objects wriggling in the turbid drainage, whether it was branches or snakes.

In the morning, after the rain, the sky cleared.During a routine count, Delize discovered that two deer were missing from the team.

In this regard, the team members felt a little lost, and the speed of the day was also slowed down a lot due to the terrain.

In the afternoon, Lelier handed over the reins of the horse to Streki, and she walked ahead with a strangely shaped compass, as if she was looking for something in the woods, and everyone followed her silently. .