This hut built in the center of the mountain wall is not large, but it is well-kept. It’s just that all kinds of furniture are full of wonderful plant styles, which makes people feel confused. They are reflected in the shape of the window panes, the material of the tea set and even the texture of the ceiling: the window lattice is covered with soft paste, connected with each other by tentacles; the tea cup seems to be made of porcelain, but when he touches it lightly, it actually turns towards The softness inside shriveled up, scaring the apprentice to quickly let go; he heard a dense rustling sound above his head, so he did not raise his head directly, but looked through the mirror of the tea, and happened to see a small flower as big as a thumb emerging from the cracks of the wooden boards. Come on, flicker on and off like a light bulb. Only then did the apprentice discover that the ceiling was covered with such magical plants. No wonder the room was so bright even without sunlight.
But unlike the home of Druid Mr. Eds Haynes, Uriel could not feel the obvious kindness from the plants that airtightly enveloped the entire house. They ignored him.
Luckily I only had to communicate with their owners. "I'm sorry, Ms. Magdalen, but I didn't plan to come here in the first place." Uriel had to explain to her the strange experiences he had experienced since entering the forest. In his opinion, all this is undoubtedly the effect of magic, and the magic that led him here is obviously not a naturally formed mystery.
The owner of the garden stirred the tea. She gently stroked the silver spoon as she thought, and tiny bubbles undulated among the flowers and leaves. "The mist guided you to find me." She finally came to the conclusion, "The Glimmer Forest is the forest of the goddess, and everything in the forest belongs to Heather. The guidance of the mist can only be the guidance of the goddess."
"But I believe in Gaia." The apprentice pointed out awkwardly.
"This is why the reminder is so obvious. If you are a true believer in the forest, you will not notice anything unusual about the path you are walking on."
I don't think so. Uriel still didn't give up his suspicion. He stared at the white mist on the tea cup without taking a sip of water. "Heather guided me here." Although I don't know if He actually did. "Then what else do I need to do?"
"I don't know." Mabel Magdalen said, "I am a dream weaver, and my understanding of the secret language of nature is only the most basic part. Maybe the elf priests of Saint Valoran can answer it for you."
"I'm from Chloe, and for the sake of the tower, maybe they will."
Lady Magdalene picked up the cup and took a sip. "That's true, but first you have to find them. My people love deep forests and high mountains, hidden in the shadows of wood and stone."
"Sounds like a desirable free life." He had no choice but to pick up the tea cup, otherwise it would be too rude. "But I still have a mission and I don't have time to travel long distances."
"Your mission, or the mission of the tower? If it's the latter, you don't have to worry. What astrologers are best at is dealing with danger, and their methods are much more than what you have in your head."
It's mine, Uriel wanted to say. There is no need to spread the scandal of the human church to other races. "I'm looking for someone. She is the apprentice of the tower, a lion girl. My task is to bring her to Knight's Bay." Although there were twists and turns, he had to go to Knight's Bay. The church is on the one hand, and the most important thing is that Uriel needs to join up with the two masters, the Witch and the Lion, so that he can send Rome back to the Tower of Sky. To be honest, the apprentice still doesn't know how Roma ended up in Eastman. He himself was confused about all the complicated ladders.
"Then this is your wish?" the elf asked.
"I'm not here to exchange..."
"But Heather directed you to me, and that's all I can do," Mabel Magdalen said.
"I didn't prepare any magic plants."
"No, you are also mistaken. I am not trying to make your wish come true." The owner of the garden smiled, "The contract I made still belongs to others, and the opportunity to make a wish is no longer available."
Uriel thought of the human being mentioned by the door lady Sylvia, but in Mabel Magdalen, he really saw the innocence of the little girl. “I intend to follow nature’s will, and Dreamweaver is not exactly a forest profession,” she said.
Uriel didn't understand: "What do you mean? Ms. Magdalen, do you want to help me find someone?"
"It's not that I want to help you, this is Heather's will. Are you unwilling to accept my help?"
"So I have to accept it before I can be allowed to leave?" the apprentice asked.
"It seems so." The owner of the garden answered ambiguously. "With the fog blocking it, it's impossible to find your goal in the forest. Now He has shown you the only way, so you might as well give it a try." She stood up. The lace on the cuffs trembled slightly. "Besides, as far as I am concerned, helping the Sky Tower is a beneficial and harmless thing."
What she said seemed to be true. But as far as Uriel knew, lunch delivered to your door was rarely free. He had been fooled once in the Moon Capital, and he would be more vigilant when encountering this kind of situation again. "I'd like to hear the details." He felt that he still had enough time.
"There are many nature spirits in Shimmerwood. They know the forest like their own siblings."
Let other nature elves find someone together? "But, Lady Magdalene, I heard that the elves had a conflict with humans just a few days ago."
"Don't be so impatient, wait until I finish." The garden owner looked more mature than the witch Helen, and she stopped the apprentice from interrupting her. "I'm just starting with them. The nature elves are not only familiar with every plant and tree because they grew up here, they have helpers to find out information for them. Do you know about the little oil-rubber humans?"
"Oil-rubber little humans?"
"It seems you don't know. But it doesn't matter. I can only tell you that these little humans live in the forest and are the eyes and ears of all forest races. Compared with the sparse goblins and weird-tempered brown fairies, the little humans are more suitable for communication. They must have seen the person you are looking for.”
"How can I get their help?" Uriel asked.
The elf lady glanced at him. "Through me. The small oil-rubber humans will only appear in front of the forest races." She raised her arm, and Uriel saw that the top of the wrist was no longer a snow-white palm, but a dark green snake head woven from densely packed branches. . He was startled, and the tea cup fell back on the tray. "It's just magic," Mabel explained calmly.
She let the vines squirm and slide down the supports from the dining table. When passing by the bookshelf, the braiding snake suddenly looked back at the apprentice. Its eyes were the bright red color of "Beauty's Invitation", but its gaze gave people a cold and threatening feeling. Then it twisted and swam across the carpet and into the gap that the door lady silently opened. "I think most of you humans can't do this." Mabel sat down again. "Only nature elves... and tree shepherds can learn this magic. Neither can druids. You will find the child soon. Some lions also believe in the forest goddess, and if she falls into this category, it will take even less time.”
Druid is probably out of use. Uriel has seen Mr. Eze turn into animals using magic, so insects are not impossible. When it comes to snooping out information, he has a lot of tricks up his sleeve.
"I don't understand." Mabel had already shown her sincerity, and Uriel had no choice but to ask: "Ms. Magdalen, do you need me to do something for you?"
"I don't need much myself, but you seem to be in great need of comfort." Mabel took a sip of her scented tea. Uriel found that her calmness was like a mirror, reflecting his own anxiety. "Then please wait a moment, I have to think of a way to find something for you to do." A smile flashed across her face.
This is the truth. Uriel thought to himself, she really has no intentions towards me. But even if the help Magdalen gave was just casual, he couldn't be so shameless and enjoy the benefits. When the garden owner got up to change the tea, Uriel asked tentatively about the strange agreement: "Can I know about wishes?"
"Whatever." The boiling water poured into the teapot, making a pleasant symphony. Mabel didn't look back, and the voice came between the whining water and the hot white mist steam. "It's no secret in this forest."
The elf lady is fulfilling her duties as a master and Uriel should not be disturbed. He looked around the elf's cabin. The plants on the carpet and clothes racks were familiar to him, and the flickering lampstand had nothing to say about it. Except for the lack of traces of alchemical craftsmanship, the furnishings and scenery here are almost the same as Mr. Eze's house: the dining table is next to the grid window, landscape paintings are hung on the walls, bottles and jars are piled on the shelves, and books of all sizes are leaning against the partitions. The neatness of the living room makes you cautious, while the closed door at the far end keeps teasing your curiosity. The lights above his head were still rustling, and he finally set his sights on Ms. Door.
The back of Sylvia’s door is very clean, at least it’s not covered with stems, leaves or roots. "I know what you're going to ask. Human." She spoke before Uriel asked. "But a promise is a promise. Besides, you see my master is enjoying it."
"You don't know." Uriel said, "I'm not going to help you solve the problem of wishing order." He didn't want to get involved in such stupid things. One day this stone head will figure it out on his own, so naturally he doesn't need to say anything. Now the apprentice spent a long time explaining to her, but it was also in vain that she couldn't turn the corner. "You said I was the second person to come here. Could it be that only the forest race knew about your agreement before?"
"It is difficult for humans to enter the center of the Shimmering Forest. This is a mysterious place after all." Sylvia said. She continued to narrate in the voice of an old witch: "The goddess Heather uses the shimmering forest to fill the gap in order. Only those recognized by her can pass through the obstacles. Yes, this sentence means the same as 'Only forest blood can enter. "Twilight Forest Center'. We are all followers of Heather, the people he created. If it weren't for your ring that seems to have some origins, then the witch... my master would not even tell you that this is a gap in order."
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