"Mr. Lawrence, the wedding is about to start."
"Okay, I know."
In the dressing room, Lawrence tightened his collar and looked at his upright figure in the mirror.
Today was very important to him. It was the day he got married to his playful lover. It took five years from acquaintance to falling in love, and another five years from falling in love to marriage.
In the past ten years, my love has never diminished, and on this day, it condensed and skyrocketed.
The corners of his mouth curled up inadvertently, and he took a deep breath, preparing to open the clothes room to welcome every beautiful day in the future.
"Well..." But at this moment, an arm suddenly came from behind and covered his mouth.
Why are there other people in the dressing room, playing pranks? But the force is like killing him!
His body resisted violently, and Lawrence looked horrified as he looked at his pale and slightly swollen arms.
The neck was strangled tightly, and the resistance became weaker and weaker.
At this critical moment, he reached for the pocket watch on his chest, pulled out the crown, and set the time back.
As the time on his pocket watch started to move again, his body became completely weak.
After a while, the servant who heard the noise opened the door and asked him worriedly: "Mr. Lawrence, are you okay?"
Lawrence stood up slowly, combed his hair, and looked at the servant with a squinted smile: "I'm fine. I was just struggling with the clothes. You know, burly men have this problem."
"It's okay," Yongren breathed out in relief, "Then come quickly, the wedding is about to begin, and Madam is already ready."
...
There is a good restaurant on Haowu Street. There are some fine wines and delicacies here. Mir slowly raised the wine glass, which was filled with dwarf fruit wine: "A beautiful trap, but there may be cake in the trap, don't you think so? Emilia." "
Emilia's face turned red, she raised the wine glass in her hand, raised her head and drank it: "Ahh~ cake is also a trap, it will make people gain weight."
This was what Mir promised her. She didn't take a single copper coin from Charles' reward. Mir said he would treat her to a lunch when he had time. Although it might not be as good as the delicacies of the nobles, at least there was dwarf fruit wine that both of them liked.
Mir raised the wine glass, drank it in one sip, breathed a sigh of relief, and temporarily forgot about those worries.
Taking magic potion after death is too abstract to be able to commit suicide. If it is even more abstract, it will only lead to ruin.
If heretics come to attack you, just go with the flow. If life has been peaceful, there is nothing you can do.
The gods are not in a hurry, why should I be in a hurry? The worst I can do is let the children pour the magic potion into their mouths when they die of old age. Hahahaha, five hundred years, the life of an elf is so long that even thinking about it makes me feel worried. Quiet and peaceful.
The leather store has a responsible Zoe who adds to her account every month. Even if there is no leather store, she still has the means and ability to make money.
If there were no heretics in the dark, this life would be almost too perfect and carefree.
"I want more~" Amelia shook the wine glass in her hand, her cheeks were slightly red, and there was no wine left in it.
Mir looked at the noble lady in front of him and shook his head with a smile. He still remembered what Zoe said on the train: "Dwarf wine is popular all over the world. If you have tried it, you will definitely like it, but don't be greedy, girl." I don't like drunkards. '
But what if the girl is also an alcoholic?
...
As night fell, the sound of slight breathing floated in the cubicle, blowing away Mir's drunkenness. Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.
While closing his eyes to rest, a clear voice came from his mind in a trance. Mir responded to the voice. It was Ellie, she was calling him.
"What's wrong, Ellie?" This was the first time the sun goddess took the initiative to call him, and Mir couldn't help but be curious.
"I found something interesting," Ellie's playful voice came: "Sink down and I'll take you to the gray ground. Don't worry, it won't explode."
Without thinking too much, after hearing Ellie's words, Mir stood up, turned around and walked out of the cubicle, and came to the end of the store. Even with Allie's guarantee, Mir didn't want to risk Emilia.
Lying down on the linen pile, Mir was immersed in thinking as before, but this time he did not feel the heat all over his body.
After his thoughts regrouped, Mir found that he was now in a gray-white world, as if the whole world had been put into an old black-and-white movie.
And the body has turned into the foggy white soul before, with stars dotted inside the body, and a mini version of the "Fire Girl" in the center.
"What is all this?" Mir looked at the mini Ellie in his body in confusion.
"This is the Gray Land," Ellie said in a somewhat mysterious tone: "It is only one step away from reality, but yet out of reach. It is a mezzanine created by several ambitious gods in order to reflect reality."
"Do you know why I brought you here?" Ellie then asked, and before Mir could answer, she said to herself: "I saw a soul in the gray ground, a soul that belongs to the real world. "
"You mean there is a person who entered the gray world?" Mir thought for a while and then said: "Could it be a believer like me who was brought in by the gods he believed in?"
"No, that soul is very weak and has no appearance of being blessed by the gods."
"Well, that's really interesting. Where is it?"
"Before I lead you, you must first restrain your breath, like a pool of ink falling into the water, and now you have to retract the scattered ink around you, compress it, and prevent it from spreading again. After all, he is A soul that wins the weak.”
"I'll try," Mir found after taking action. This action did not require imagination. As long as he had this idea, it was as easy as moving his limbs. In an instant, the stars in his body condensed into a small ball, and the light emitted was like It dimmed, gradually turning into a foggy white color, blending into the body.
"Is it okay when it sees you?" Mir looked at the 'fire girl' who was still eye-catching in his body. It stands to reason that if that weak soul would be afraid of himself, Ellie, as the lord of fiery stars and the sun goddess, would not be afraid of him. Make it crash?
"Both the exploding potion and the shotgun in the knight's hand can kill a person, but do you know the difference between them?"
"Okay," Mir waved his hand. That's right. It would be strange if he couldn't even control the power emanating from himself.
The gray land is like a negative of the real world. Except that the world is completely black and white, other places are almost exactly the same as reality. Oh, of course, there is no one in the entire gray land. This is the conclusion Mir came to after opening the cubicle.
Following Ellie's guidance, he walked out of Haowu Street and looked in the distance. Mir curled his lips and said, "There should be no steam train in Gray Land. It's still half a day's walk from the soul. The day lilies will be cold by the time we get there. ”
"The gray ground does not belong to the real world. Gods can also move in this world, but I cannot be exposed for the time being. In other words, the fact that I have awakened cannot be discovered yet. However, when the gods created this world, they created agents. Agents It will evolve on its own, just call him here, no matter which god calls, he will come."
"Agent?" Mir shouted with doubts, and at the same time he was muttering in his heart. The meaning of "agent" should be literal. It can't be much faster if it helps people walk.
At this moment of doubt, a vortex suddenly appeared in front of him, and a steam train floating in the sky slowly drove out of the vortex.
Mir looked at the steam train in front of him and was slightly speechless. Isn't this an intra-city train? How come you came to the gray world and became a proxy?
Or did the agent evolve into a steam train?
"Hello, newborn god, I am here to listen to your call." Just when Mir was confused, the front of the steam train opened a very inconsistent big mouth and nodded to him.
"Haha, hello, agent," Mir's lips twitched. Did the agent regard Ellie in his body as himself? fair enough,
"Can I ride with you?" After saying this, Mir smacked his lips, feeling something strange.
"It's my honor, can you please come to the driver's seat? As long as you hold the operating lever, I will go wherever you want, and I can even evolve into something else with your mind." As the words fell, the steam The train slowly drove down from the sky and opened the door.
Mir slowly walked onto the train while looking around, stepping on the solid board and looking at the familiar furnishings. There was not a single passenger in the car, which seemed a little deserted, but that was normal. After all, there were not many "souls" in the whole gray area.
Arriving at the driver's seat, Mir looked curiously at the one-meter-long operating lever in front of him. He held it and pushed it forward. A large amount of steam white mist suddenly came out of the chimney of the steam train, and the entire train tracks stopped for a moment. It started to drive, but at this moment, Mir had a doubt. Aren't the combustion and exhaust processes and the drive system happening at the same time?
After this idea came to mind, the entire train stopped running. After a moment of pause, the chimney and crawler tracks were driven at the same time, making a long flute sound of "Woo~". Following Mir's thoughts, there seemed to be an invisible track in the sky. , allowing the train to sail smoothly into the distance.
