The Source of Order is the best place in the world.
Icha heard someone say this more than once, and it made his ears wet with limestone. All behaviors are regulated from every angle by more than three manuals and specifications. All judgments have precedents. All tasks are assigned according to a tree-like responsibility structure. No one has to worry about his every move falling short of divine punishment. Although cumbersome, it completely eliminates many blasphemies.
Such as getting lost.
It's nice not to get lost. Very sacred.
It's not as good as it used to be. So sacred. He's lost now. Icha wandered among a patch of white grass. There was no such white grassland in the previous Source of Order. In the source of order that he knew, all forks should be marked by arches of sufficient standard to facilitate confirmation of one's coordinates at all times. The plots all have signs to identify their specific area and use - the most interesting thing is that there is often a small exhibition stand in the center of such plots, with even smaller signs and exhibition stands inserted... and from the music in the background You can hear the current operating status of your department and department by using the symphonic scale.
And these are now——
It can't be considered completely absent. I didn't see any signs, booths or departments, and I didn't hear any music - or see any angels holding musical instruments. But a ruin was found. The Source of Order does not produce natural dust, so once the transformation is completed, there is no way to tell when the ruins were formed.
But he knew exactly when it had been formed—all the arches had been violently destroyed, collected, and piled in this one place. The white semicircles were strung together like iron rings on a broken chainmail, and twisted into crooked shapes, arching over the mountainside like a big dead spring. There is melted and solidified obsidian between the two sections of the spring. By bypassing the obsidian layer, you can see some once neat huts. They are all missing a corner or several corners.
Obviously, no matter how fast or slow the reconstruction work presided over by Kezier and Lameier, it has not had time to get here.
Echa walked slowly through one hut after another. These huts should have played an important role in the past. There should be beautiful door numbers on the doors, and the sacred order seal on the door panels should not be able to be opened with a kick. The huts were all clean on the outside, but many were ashes inside. The ashes were filled with fragments of fine gold and mithril, complete crystals, and petrified holy bones. In line with his expectations of Beelzebub's usual methods. She often bakes the areas she wants to destroy from the outside like bread.
The devil doesn't eat the bread, he just lights it for fun.
The further in, the wetter the ashes become, the harder it is to tell what they were originally made of. It seems he came to the right place. Mud covered the entire floor in the last few rooms.
Icha pushed open the last door. Went into a forest. There is a lake in the middle of the forest. There was no such forest or such lake in the previous Source of Order.
Not now.
This is Luoyue Lake in Noroer. The Water Nymph, the most supreme of the gods, was playing by the lake.
Echa stepped closer.
Norole held up a pile of sand and watched it fall from her fingers. "Ah. It's over." She turned her head and looked him up and down, still holding up her empty hands.
"You can crush the sand into a stone. You can catch it. It's the one who's going to die." Icha frowned. "Are you talking about the sand, or me?"
Norole chuckled.
"You're very ill," she said, rolling her eyes.
"I'm not sick. I'm just lost," Icha said. He didn't want to find Norole. I am not at all curious about her current address. Even if he knew that this was Norole's hiding place, it did not improve his lost situation at all. Not to mention——
"You are very ill." Norole shook his head. repeat. "I can cure you. Do you want it?"
Anyone who is repeatedly told by the Supreme Being of the universe had better do so. Yi Cha was too lazy to answer. He had answered the exact same question thirty minutes, maybe three days earlier. Blue Lewin turned into a black bird and flew down from the branch, asking him if he wanted to cure his illness. This seems like the fifth time alone. Or the fifty-fifth time.
"Although I can't immediately solve the plague in the world, I can solve your symptoms. Let you be able to move around freely as before. Do you want it?"
This is what Lanlewin asked at the time. Of course he rejected it spiritlessly. Why did he repeatedly refuse help? Because the content of the help does not exist.
"Both he and I think you need medical treatment. Only when you are cured can you do those things that no one likes to do," Norole added. The "him" in her mouth, of course, refers to the Featherless One. She addressed him in a tone of perfect equality. Some things are completely different, others are still the same. Take a look. A single move affects the whole body. Just because of a small change in Dosmas, Ruimugange, Nesis, Lanlewin, and the Featherless One couldn't hold back anymore.
I couldn't be more interested in checking. "I'm not sick," he said. I honestly feel like this is the last time. Anyone who asked him again would have his nose twisted into his navel, frozen in ice and sunk into the swamp. "I'm not sick. I'm afraid you all saw it wrong."
Norole blinked. It seems that I am not sure anymore. This is the benefit of nature. They do not pride themselves on their clear minds and sharp judgments.
"Okay," she said. "Then I have something else to bring you."
"Stop talking." Yi Cha waved his hand. He wanted to leave immediately, but sat down instead. "I know what you're going to say."
"Ah. What should I say?" Norole started playing with the sand again.
"You want me to deliver a message to Nesis and Ramrewen on behalf of the Featherless Ones," Icha said. I almost died from the too many nouns in this sentence. Maybe it's not a message, but a way to convince them. Then he would be really exhausted. He was mentally drained and his thinking was weak. Hope everyone is finished. "I hope they will put aside their conflicts with each other and concentrate on dealing with Jing and Dosmas."
"Is that so?" Norole asked in surprise. Laughed. "If you say so, that's it. Then go!"
Icha ignited the lake water and burned all the sand into a shiny piece. Norole burst into tears.
When he left Luoyue Lake, he was almost losing his patience. Perhaps because of the favor of a professional gambler, he found Ke Qier in a crack in the earth.
Nothing in the building was completely reduced to ashes. It can also be seen that it is the ruins of Tabomo.
"Ah uh."
The angel stopped sorting the items and looked at him. Isaac knew immediately what he was going to say.
"Your illness has become serious again." Ke Qier said worriedly. "I found a cure. But it's only enough for you. Do you want to-"
Icha threw everything at hand out of the window.
