In a trance, Xier saw her father.
It was not a blazing fire, but a death that was so cold to the bones and so cold that the soul trembled.
It's cold, lonely, and desolate, as if you can't move and have been stuffed into the water. Your mouth and nose are full of water, and you can't breathe out.
The pain became secondary. What frightened her most was that her life and thoughts were constantly passing by, burning as fuel for the curse, but she was powerless to do anything.
It's getting colder, getting colder.
She saw boundless nothingness, ancient trees, darkness, gray fog, fire...
Her mother had told her that elves, unlike other races, could clearly foresee the coming of death.
Death is not a bad thing for elves. This means getting rid of the curse, no longer being bound by lies, and the missing emotions in the heart will be filled by death.
The life experienced by elves who are not allowed to exist in the human world is just a long journey. The Golden Land is located on the other side of life, and death is the only ferry, carrying the souls who have lost their wings back home.
It's a very beautiful thing.
But she couldn't go.
She did not inherit her mother's noble bloodline, she was just a mixed-blood lowly who was inferior to even low-level elves.
The eyes without pupils were looking directly at the punishment suffered by the Elf King.
The ancient ancestors rejected her.
After that incident, Xi'er had never seen her mother so collapsed.
Beating her hysterically, screaming, and another one hiding in a corner crying.
She wanted to comfort her mother, but was pushed away indifferently.
"It failed..."
Her mother told her so and left her.
From beginning to end, in the short 18 years they spent together, that woman never loved her.
That's how elves are, there's nothing strange about them.
She came to the human world.
There are countless sufferings in the world, but they are nothing more than being treated as slaves, doing chores, and being sold back and forth.
Her mother also treated her like this, so Xier didn't care and got used to it.
No matter how miserable she is, she is still hungry. She is an elf and cannot starve to death. She can live as long as she has a bite to eat.
The scars on her face were so scary that as a woman, not even the rudest drunkard was willing to touch her.
In human society, beast slaves are not valuable, especially beast slaves like her who have no beauty value.
The scar was left by my mother, who tore off almost half of her face, but my mother still couldn't find the look she wanted.
Now that I think about it, he must be looking for his father.
Xier has never seen her father.
She had read the diary left by her father, which wrote about trivial daily things, but it made people feel sincerely happy after reading it.
He must be a very gentle and cheerful person.
That's why my mother fell in love with her.
Xi'er has the same hair as her father. Because of her long hair, her mother can give her a little bit of her father's love. Xi'er's happiest memory in her childhood is when her mother combs her hair.
This made her very grateful to the father she had never met.
But all his hair was burned off.
the wicked.
Frustration, sadness, anger, hatred, pain….
It turns out that I hate this world so much.
These negative emotions were taken away by the curse fire. My mother always despised humans' abuse of magic. The so-called witchcraft was really a terrible thing.
In the burning of necromantic alchemy, the elven bloodline that had been motionless since birth seemed to be loosened a little.
This made Xier feel slightly happy before she died.
I can see my mother.
Memories from blood flowed into my mind. It was my mother's hands, painting an oil painting.
Under a bright starry sky, a gentle man wearing gold-rimmed glasses sat on the endless grassland, his black hair blown by the breeze.
He seemed to be looking at his mother who painted this oil painting for him, with a gentle smile in the corners of his eyes.
Xi'er tried very hard to see his face clearly, but then her thoughts were interrupted, and the warm sunshine dispelled the cold...
The cursed fire was separated.
Someone held her and pulled her soul out of death.
"Aminos - hot, hot, hot..."
There was a faint voice in my ears, words that were abstract yet inexplicably familiar. Xi'er struggled and tried her best to open her eyes——
Ah, I finally see it clearly...
Slightly curly black hair, a bit world-weary eyes, frowning tightly and cursing...
Very handsome.
Then his consciousness fell into darkness.
It was a long, long sleep.
During this period, she woke up occasionally. A father-like man was taking care of her, feeding her water and sometimes some food.
She knew very well that that was not her father.
A newcomer she had met while delivering breakfast to the team that was friendly to her.
Why are you so nice to me...
"It made me laugh so hard. The expression on the deputy commander's face when he entered the car door made my intestines almost turn green with regret, hahahahaha——"
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"Lantern? I couldn't come. I was puzzled and suddenly disappeared..."
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"Damn it, Tino's bag is so fat!... Hey, can I divide it into three? It's a team tradition, right... Then go get a protection ring..."
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Something was put on the finger, and the warm life force flowed from there to all parts of the body, dispelling the pain a little.
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"Why does this city in the Western Continent feel like Egypt and Inner Mongolia? It really looks like the Middle Ages..."
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"Church! In front! The cross! Damn it! Let Pony Pearl run faster! Brother Jason can't hold it anymore... Damn it, it's been five days, Uncle B is called Little Jason..."
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"What the hell are these gangsters chasing us for... Huh? Tolls? What the hell kind of country is this? It's so poor..."
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"Still chasing, still chasing! The movement speed is over 700, and still chasing!...What do you want to say, Kai? Are you sleeping with the wife of a soldier? Oh, it's the regimental leader's wife... Dege Nami, don’t be too hot-tempered!”
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"Brother Potter, I have a question I've been wanting to ask for a long time. Why do you only use defensive magic... Ha? Where did the magic scroll and sword come from? Haha... Forget it, let's give it to each other. Leave some privacy..."
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After about a week or half a month, my body seemed to be getting better and I no longer had to curl up.
He gave her a new coat, which made Xier reluctant to part with it.
The original clothes had Peter's smell on them....very reassuring.
His name was Peter, and Siel remembered it.
Sometimes Peter would hold her.
When camping in the wild, around the fire, there was no quilt, so he let her lie on his lap and covered her with clothes. Sometimes when they wake up in the morning, the two of them will be next to each other, and Xier can hear Peter's heartbeat.
Whenever this happened, a very strange emotion would linger in her heart, making her feel very comfortable.
I must be smelly, I must be as ugly as an ugly monster...
It seems that a month has passed and it is no longer so cold.
Everyone no longer squeezed into a carriage or rushed at night. Peter seemed to relax and occasionally muttered, "Is this too urban?", "Is this the Middle Ages?", "Holy shit, country people are really useless Seen it before" and the like.
His friends gradually grew accustomed to his strange words.
They call this "abstract talk."
They should be called friends. The atmosphere they get along with makes Xi'er feel envious.
Girls have no friends.
Never.
Until one day, they sent themselves to a stage filled with sacred atmosphere.
The warm light, the priest's prayer, the sound of bells, water dripping on the body...
The pain seemed to disappear.
Xier fell into a peaceful sleep.
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I don’t know how long it took, but unconsciously, she was woken up by an arrogant voice——
"Stinky daddy, stinky daddy!....You still know how to come back...I don't miss you at all...wuwu..."
It has a crying, very cute voice.
Xier opened her eyes————
The castle of Ortiz is filled with fragrant flowers and warm sunshine.
Ah, spring is here.
