Oracle of Terra

Justina looked at the two sisters with subtle expressions curiously, and asked curiously.

"No, I just think that Renekton's name is really perfunctory."

"Okay, sister, don't worry too much about such small details. Let's go to a relative's house first. I don't know if it's Aunt Zofia or Uncle?"

Guided by the map they carried, the two sisters took Justina to their relative's house very quickly, but the relative's appearance seemed different from what they had imagined.

"Margaret and Maria, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

The one who greeted them was neither Aunt Zofia with a sharp mouth and a bean curd heart, nor Uncle Manna who frowned all day long with a bitter and vengeful expression, but...

"grandfather?"

"What's the matter? Forgot the face of my bad old man?"

"No...that's not the case."

To be honest, seeing her grandfather again, Margaret was overwhelmed with emotion, but she immediately understood that the grandfather in front of her was a fake, a grandfather who only existed in a dream, but why was it a grandfather?

She didn't remember that she had talked with Renekton or Telles about her grandfather.

With doubts, Margaret and Maria took Justina into the house. Compared with Linguang's mansion, it looked much smaller here, but it was much warmer than outside in the bleak autumn wind. In the fireplace, a strong-looking old man carried firewood into the fire.

"Sit down first, I made some hot soup, is this little girl a new friend you know?"

"Yes, grandfather, Justina is a reliable archer."

"Archer, it's really nostalgic. Bate Bayar was good at this before. How is he doing now?"

"Old Fogg is living a good life. Recently, he is helping his uncle with young people."

Talking about this, Margaret suddenly remembered that this seemed to be the grandfather in her dream, and it didn't seem to have much to do with her uncle and Vogelwald in reality.

"That's right, that brat Manna did a good job, how are you doing recently? It's rare to come to my side, don't you plan to talk about other things?"

"Well......"

Maybe it was because the conversation was going smoothly, which made Margaret feel an illusion, as if the grandfather in front of her was really her deceased grandfather, Casimir's war hero——Cyril Linguang .

"What's the matter, Margaret, you look like you ate something you hate the most?"

"It's nothing, I just feel that I miss chatting with my grandfather like this."

"Really, Maria, how is Koval doing?"

"Uh....."

Unexpectedly, the topic was thrown to her side, and Maria, who was just planning to listen in and touch fish, scratched her cheek in embarrassment.

"Master Koval is doing well, and recently found a new goal, full of energy!"

"That's good. He wanted to get into a dead end with him before. If he doesn't drink and mess up, he can go anywhere with his skills."

Said, Lao Linguang patted his head.

"Oh yes, look at my memory, the prepared hot soup hasn't been served to you yet, just sit here and wait."

"it is good."

Margaret looked at the back of her grandfather going away, feeling complicated. At home, he also looked like this, not as great and powerful as the stories told by her parents and uncle, just like an ordinary old man Similarly, she has always been amiable in terms of swordsmanship guidance, but her uncle Manna and her parents always said not to spoil her.

"Sister, sister!"

"Huh? What's the matter, Maria?"

"You're distracted, don't you think it's a little strange?"

"Strange mean?"

"Grandpa, the conversation is so smooth. Why does the grandpa who appeared in the dream know so much about Master Koval and Old Fogg?"

Indeed, what Maria said is very reasonable. Before entering here, Telles said that everything here, except for them, is false and untrue, but the grandfather in front of him has always given Mary Jialie had a strange sense of familiarity, as if the old man who had been gentle on the bench in the garden had reappeared.

Before Margaret could think about how to tell her sister about this matter, the old man came out with hot soup.

"Come, try your grandfather's handicraft, your favorite radish soup."

"it is good."

"........"

Looking at the bowl in front of her, Justina was a little hesitant. To be honest, can I eat in my dreams?

However, with the warmth that seeped into her body and the good smell, she dispelled her doubts, but when she saw the champion's expression, she became more and more dignified, and there was an unbelievable feeling in those golden eyes. emotional, she just looked at Lao Linguang like this.

"grandfather?"

"What's the matter, Margaret, you look at me with a look like you've seen a ghost?"

"No, it's just... just some doubts. Was it too reckless for me to participate in the knight competition at that time?"

This question made Maria on the side feel a little strange. After all, the grandfather here should not know about the fact that my sister was deported because of her status as an 'infected person' in reality, right?

"Are you reckless...it's okay, Margaret, follow your own heart, I have always taught you this way, even Manna and your father, there is nothing wrong with your approach, although there are young people You are reckless, but you also have your own frankness. For the knight in your heart, for the glory in your heart, you have done things that are unattainable in the eyes of ordinary people, and you have done things that most people admire and yearn for. Even if Manna hates knight competitions, I think you have done a good job. You are like a bright light. My child, although you cannot make the darkness usher in the dawn, you can still shine in the long night. You are my pride for guiding people in the right direction."

"Is it....."

As if she had gotten some kind of relief, Margaret Linguang breathed a sigh of relief, and she was also convinced that the person in front of her was indeed her grandfather, but for some reason, he would appear in the dream cast by Telles , so it appears.

"Can I ask you for advice? It's been a long time."

"There is nothing you can't do, what is the comparison? Swordsmanship? Spearmanship?"

"I fought against your old opponent on the land of Ursus, the Wendigo warrior of Ursus, he is much stronger than what you said, and that general, Your Excellency Herag."

"Yes, then it seems that you have also experienced extraordinary experience and growth."

Old Linguang let out a long sigh of relief, took down a spear and sword from the side wall, and handed it to Margaret who looked dusty.

"They were my most difficult enemies, and also the soldiers and leaders I admire the most. If you have passed through their hands, then I can also regard you as your father, like your uncle. , my sons should be so proud to come here, you have matured a lot, Margaret, in my eyes, you are no longer the reckless child who was just chasing after faith."

In the backyard of the hut, Cyril Linguang and Margaret Linguang stood facing each other.

"what happened?"

Maria only felt that the progress of the topic was a little fast. As for Justina, she couldn't keep up with the train of thought. After all, the conversation between the champion and the old man seemed to be the real grandparent and grandson, but this should be impossible.

【This is an unexpected result. I didn't expect her to have such thoughts. 】

"Mr. Renekton?"

Maria and Justina listened to the voice in their minds, but the grandfather and sister who were facing each other seemed completely unable to hear his voice.

"Then, let me see how the outstanding eldest girl of the Linguang family has grown up now."

"Missing, so... is that really grandpa?"

Maria seemed to sense that Renekton's emotion was beyond words, so she couldn't help opening her eyes wide.

[Yes, the so-called heroic soul is immortal, that's exactly what it is. He may have come to this conscious world to protect the two of you, sisters, but this can be regarded as a... special encounter, to make up for regrets, Or rather, a new opportunity. 】

Linguang's bloodline is like the unbreakable connection between Telles and the Sarkaz people. At this moment, a performance that can almost be called a miracle is staged in front of his eyes.

There is no radiant origin stone skill, but a simple confrontation of skills. The old man who has reached the pinnacle, and the young Linguang who is constantly advancing through the trials of the strong, the confrontation between the two can be described as pleasing to the eye, witnessing warmth Digo's violence and heaviness, having witnessed the impact and destruction of desert warriors, and the intertwined skills of Kasimir's attack in front of him, Telles felt pleasing to the eyes and felt a special belief.

It was like what he had seen on the video tape back then, the flower of light blooming like the scorching sun under the impact of the war hammer.

In the small town at this moment, there are two suns, reflecting each other, and the shining Pegasus, with joy and excitement, handed over his answer sheet at this moment.

After a hearty battle, Cyril Linguang put away his weapons contentedly.

"Your father, your uncle, did not have your achievements at your age, Margaret, I really look forward to your future, but it is a pity that I have no way to see it again."

"grandfather....."

The old man smiled helplessly, sighed, and looked at Maria who was at a loss and Justina who was still a little dazed on the other side.

"Maria, come here."

"I'm not as good as my sister, Grandpa."

"Hahaha... No one said that I, an old man, would bully you. I know that you didn't like training very much when you were young, and you prefer to disassemble those machines and toys. To be honest, my family's dedication to Casimir is already too much. Duo, you and your sister, just walk on the path you want, no one can blame you, no one can force you, Casimir is the same, or Pegasus is the same."

"Pygasus... what does this have to do with that old gentleman?"

Margaret was a little puzzled why the old man's name was mentioned at this time.

"The ancient mystery has been supporting the light and shadow of Casimir, the indestructible existence..."

[Black Sky Horse Pigasus. 】

A huge scaled crocodile appeared in front of everyone.

"Mr Renekton!"

Maria was also a little surprised to see the crocodile man appearing out of nowhere, but she was immediately relieved because it was a dream he had created.

"You can create such a false but real dream, don't let it go too far, this desert warrior."

【Don't be so vigilant, Cyril Linguang, you are just a soul, and I am just a fragment of consciousness, a voice. 】

"You are the master of this world, aren't you?"

[It seems that Pigasus has told you a lot of secrets. 】

"I originally wanted to rot in the coffin with those secrets, but the situation seems to be a little different now."

[Yes, Casimir will usher in a painful change, leading to prosperity or decline. 】

"He shouldn't have made that choice."

[Because of the arrival of a person, Cyril Linguang, you should be able to understand, you have learned a lot of ancient secrets, you are His chosen people, you should understand. 】

"I'm not so lofty, I'm just a dead old man, I hope my son and granddaughter can live a better life, and don't get involved in some dangerous things. Now Kasimir can't get back her past glory."

Listening to the old man's words, Margaret wanted to say something, but Telles shook her head.

[Even in the past, it was not Casimir who was honored, but the knight who shed blood for her. It was people who were honored, not this country. 】

"She was once one with our glory."

【Is that so... But the glory of man has not yet been realized, the girls who exist in this dream, or Miss Margaret, or Miss Maria, or even your son, Manna · The same is true for Linguang, they have never lost the glory in their hearts. 】

Listening to Telles' words, Lao Linguang looked at Justina, Maria, and his proudest child. Their eyes were full of hope, not what he had seen before. Casimir gradually changed and lost after the war.

【Do you want to take back this honor with your own hands, Cyril Linguang. 】

"what?"

What the old man didn't expect was that Telles would say such a thing, but Margaret looked at this huge crocodile with some surprise.

[It's just a small experiment, but there are pros and cons, are you going to listen to it? 】

"I'm beginning to be terrified of the ancient mysteries I know, especially the girls of the Linguang family will flow into your hands like this."

[This is not a threat, old man, this is just a proposal, you can choose to refuse, after all, your appearance is purely accidental in my opinion, I think this is a win-win proposal. 】

"But you always have a purpose."

[The ability of a person who is close to the light, or the astonished expression of an old acquaintance of mine, is enough to satisfy me. 】

Telles didn't continue speaking, but Cyril Linguang understood what he meant.

"The pusher of change, it seems good to have another lifetime."

But he also understands that if he makes a mistake in this choice, he will be doomed forever.

But he felt that if his granddaughter could trust this man so much, then he would be willing to take a gamble.

[Happy cooperation, my new 'Apostle'. 】

420. None of them are good things (two chapters in one)

[It seems that you practiced well? 】

"Why did you appear, I feel like people are going to disappear."

Sona was holding the two-handed sword with dried blood, the old armor was full of dirt, and the other two looked very tired and exhausted.

[I have dealt with some things a little bit, how do you feel, the 'practice' here? 】

The voice in his head was full of laughter, the three members of the Red Pine Forest Knights were a little bit unmotivated, which shows the intense fighting these days.

"I suddenly felt that knight competition is much easier than fighting. At least no monsters will kill me. How did those things come out?"