Chapter 391 Familiar Accent
"Greya?" When he heard the name, a huge figure appeared in Angel's mind. Please search (￥) for the most complete view! The fastest updated novel
Angel shuddered violently and shook away the shadow in his mind.
If Grea is what she calls the "little" sister, then how can he be called the "big" brother? !
Although Angel didn't really believe it, what if it was really the gourmet wizard - 'Dajramba' Greya? After all, Fairy Tale World is the headquarters of Fairy Tale Town, and Candy House is one of the organizations under Fairy Tale Town. It doesn't seem impossible for Grea to appear here.
However, Angel only heard that Felicia went to the Radiant Realm to find a prophetic wizard some time ago. Did he find Greia so quickly?
With a trace of doubt, Angel simulated Greia's illusion.
With a voluptuous appearance, big purple curly hair, flaming red lips, a small nose, and seductive eye makeup, Greya's facial features are actually very beautiful. But unfortunately, she ate too much and became so fat that she had a six-layered chin.
Even if it was just an illusion, Angel felt a compelling sense of seeing the "Great Demon King of Meat Mountain".
"Is she the little sister you mentioned?" Angel asked, pointing to the illusion of "Greya".
Greya's appearance has a strong sense of evil charm. With purple hair, purple clothes, and heavy makeup, she looks like an evil stepmother in a fairy tale. When the little girl saw this, she was so frightened that she backed away.
"No, no." The little girl waved her hands repeatedly: "The young lady is very beautiful, only a little taller than me. And she is very thin, not fat at all!"
Angel stroked his chin. According to her description, it seemed that it was not "Jinguang Ba" Greya, but maybe it was just the same name.
After removing the illusion, Angel smiled and asked, "I'm about to leave. Before I leave, would you be lucky enough to know the name of the beautiful girl?"
When the little girl heard that Angel was leaving, her face showed a disappointed expression. But when she saw Angel treating her solemnly with aristocratic etiquette, she was stunned for a moment and smiled shyly and reservedly.
"My name is..." The little girl pulled up the hem of her dress and bowed in return, trying to answer smoothly, but just like when he forgot the bird's name before, she got stuck again.
"Brother, I also forgot my name." The little girl lowered her head and said, "I have forgotten many things, even my brother's name."
Angel was startled and realized that the "brother" the little girl mentioned should be referring to the faceless boy in the silk painting.
"Forgot the memory of the past, don't think about it." Angel thought of the naked mass graves and the countless undead, and could roughly guess the humiliation and despair they experienced before they died. Perhaps it was also a good thing for her to forget the past. A kind of self-protection.
Angel was still a little disappointed when he saw the little girl. Angel knew very well that this was due to the insecurity caused by the lack of self-awareness.
If you are confused about your past, you will also be confused about your future.
Angel thought for a moment, "How about I give you a nickname?" The first step to self-identification is self-understanding.
The little girl nodded blankly.
In fact, it would be best to give someone a real name, but Angel did not dare to give others their real names at will. The unspoken rule in the aristocratic circle is that once a name is given, it also promotes responsibility for their future. This rule applies to all slaves and servants as well as newborn children, because generally speaking, they have no names.
Angel thought for a moment and remembered the single word the little girl had called out when she was stuck: "Huahua, how about I call you Huahua from now on?"
"Huahua." The little girl chanted the name repeatedly, "My name is Huahua?"
"Yes, Huahua."
The little girl suddenly held her head in her hands and kept shaking her head: "My name is Huahua, my name is...ah..."
Angel was a little overwhelmed by the sudden change in the little girl. After a while, she stopped moving, with tears in her eyes and sniffling in frustration.
"Don't you like this nickname? I'll change it for you."
The little girl shook her head: "Brother, I seem to have remembered some scenes just now. There is a person whose face I can't see clearly, but I feel very close to him. He is also calling me Huahua. I seem to have been called Huahua before?" After a pause. , the little girl said firmly: "I won't change, I will be called Huahua from now on."
Were you called Huahua before? Such a coincidence? Angel didn't think much and said with a smile: "Okay, Miss Huahua, I'm leaving, you are alone..."
Angel suddenly couldn't speak anymore. He looked a little disappointed when he saw her. Looking at the dark environment, he really couldn't say "You have to be good alone".
Angel thought for a moment, and bursts of magic power surged out of his body.
Under her doubtful gaze, the surroundings suddenly brightened, and they came from the dark cave to a warm room. This is a typical girl's boudoir, with pink wallpaper, moving dolls, wind chimes that make sounds, mahogany soldiers that can beat drums, and a music box that can sing. Outside the large floor-to-ceiling windows, there are flying catkins, winding rivers, and green distant mountains.
"So beautiful!" Huahua looked at the changes in front of her in surprise. She immediately opened the window and looked at the green fantasy outside.
"Can I jump?"
Angel's face looked awkward: "Let's see if it's okay, but don't go down."
Huahua seemed to have guessed that this was an illusion, pursed her lips and smiled, and thanked Angel: "Thank you, brother, this place is very beautiful, and the house I lived in was also beautiful."
He always thought that she didn't know that he was dead, but in fact she knew everyone well.
Angel pointed to the dolls on the ground and the pink fairy tale: "These are all touchable. You can look at them when you are bored."
Simulating virtual objects with a sense of reality is the basis of nightmare.
As for the fairy tales, they were all read by Angel himself when he was a child, so it is not difficult to imitate them.
Huahua thought this place was all an illusion and had always restrained herself from touching it. But when Angel said he could touch it, his eyes lit up and he happily picked up a rabbit doll: "Thank you, brother."
He originally wanted to ask how Huahua died, but he finally changed the subject. Others are already unfortunate, so why should he add salt to the wound?
"I'm leaving." Angel left two extremely high-quality magic crystals as the power source of the illusion. In this kind of illusion where there is no enemy, one magic crystal can be consumed for a long time, let alone two magic crystals of high quality.
"Brother, can I know your name?" Huahua suddenly stopped Angel.
"Pat, you can call me brother Pat." Angel said, waved his hand and left the cave.
The two magic crystals were no burden to Angel, who was wealthy. But if you can exchange two magic crystals for one soul bead, that's considered a profit. Even if it's just an advance now.
After leaving the cave, Angel kept thinking about Huahua.
When he was talking to Huahua just now, he always felt a strange sense of intimacy. It was also this sense of intimacy that made Angel feel a little more pity when facing Huahua.
He secretly inspected the cave and didn't feel anything was wrong. Thinking back on it now, I still feel a little weird.
When Angel returned to the cemetery gate, a person's face suddenly flashed in his mind.
It's not Huahua's ugly face, but a handsome and handsome face, and the owner of the face is Duodoro!
Memories of spending time with Tatolo flooded into his mind.
"Accent!" He remembered! It's the accent!
Huahua's accent is very soft and waxy, and children of the same age are even more immature. Because of this, he ignored the local accent hidden behind the "cute" childlike voice.
The curved ending sounds and the way of speaking certain words are almost exactly the same as Dodolo! No wonder he feels a sense of familiarity!
When Angel heard Dudolo's accent, he thought it was a bit familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere a long time ago. Now he heard the same accent again.
Angel turned around and entered the cemetery without hesitation.
However, he did not go to the underground cave first, but went to the coffin on the right side of the cemetery where Huahua's remains were.
He had previously focused all his attention on the heart-shaped necklace and did not take a closer look at the skeleton. If Huahua and Duodoro were from the same place, then it is very likely that there would be three extra "tail" bones at the tail vertebrae.
However, when Angel returned to the coffin and inspected it carefully, he did not find the extra tailbone.
"Could it be that Dotolo's accent is actually that of Pocrates? And Huahua is a descendant of Pocrates?" After all, Dotolo was discovered in Pocrates, but if it was Pocrates' accent, why did he always feel that Have you ever heard a similar accent a long time ago?
Angel was confused and decided to go back to the cave to ask.
When going to the cemetery on the left, Angel thought for a while and put Huahua's coffin into the bracelet.
Returning to the bottom of the well, Angel placed Huahua's coffin in a corner, then took out the necklace inside and walked into the cave.
Although he brought her coffin to the bottom of the well, he didn't think Huahua would be happy to see his skeleton. Therefore, it is better to put it here, so that it will not be destroyed again, and Huahua will not be touched and sad.
After entering the cave, Angel found Huahua holding a rabbit doll and sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the scenery outside in a daze.
When Huahua saw Angel, she stood up happily: "Brother Pat! Great, you are back again!"
Angel took out the necklace with the heart-shaped pendant, "Is this yours?"
Huahua looked at the necklace, tears welling up in her eyes: "Yes, this was given to me by my brother..."
Angel handed the necklace to Huahua: "I was passing by just now and saw this necklace, so I decided to give it to you."
Huahua stretched out her hand and wanted to take the necklace. But the necklace passed directly through her fat hand and fell to the ground.
Huahua was stunned, while Angel was embarrassed... He had forgotten that Huahua was a soul and wanted to influence the material world, but Huahua's level was not enough.
Huahua scratched her head and said with a look of embarrassment: "I was holding the doll just now, and it felt so real. I thought I could pick up things... but I didn't expect that I still couldn't. I was already dead, so it's normal that I can't pick up things. "
The objects in the fantasy world are themselves virtual, and Huahua has a real touch, which is actually due to the confusing effect of nightmare. She still couldn't hold the real thing.
Angel picked up the necklace with a little embarrassment: "Then I'll put it on the bedside, so you can see it at any time."
Huahua shook her head: "Brother Pat, this necklace has a hidden compartment. Can you take out the things in the hidden compartment?"
Angel nodded, skillfully took out the hidden silk painting and spread it on the table in the fantasy world.
Huahua looked at the silk painting and smiled happily: "Brother Pat, I only need this painting. I want to give this necklace to my brother. Thank you for giving me such a good gift." Huahua pointed at this Fang Yifanjing: "I like it very much."
The necklace is not a rare thing, and the material is also very ordinary. Angel wanted to refuse, but seeing Huahua's expectant expression, Angel nodded and accepted.
"Thank you." Angel accepted the necklace and put it into the corner of the bracelet. Then he asked the purpose of his visit: "Huahua, do you still remember where you lived when you were a child?"
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