"A gap in order. What does it mean?"
"It means an invisible crisis." Even though Sylvia was a little stupid, the passage of time still left something in her head. Her mysterious knowledge is no less than that of Sauron. "Order is the foundation of Knox, and we are all creatures of order. Loopholes in order mean loopholes in the world. They are the channels for demons and undead to invade Knox."
"So dangerous." The apprentice sighed. "Then can't we repair the gap?"
Mrs. Gates responded with scorn to his suggestion. "What do you think order is? Torn stockings? Moth-eaten wood? This is not something that can be repaired with needles and wool! We are so different from the mystery of order. Unless the gods return, otherwise order will The gap cannot be completely filled."
"Are there many gaps like this in Knox?"
"Who knows? There won't be just one anyway. Your tower is a professional in observing order. Why are you asking me?"
The Sky Tower has been monitoring the mystery of Knox, something every mysterious creature knows. But Chloe isn't the only astrologer, and astrologers don't advertise what they're spying on all day long.
Exuberant curiosity will get me into big trouble sooner or later. But Uriel continued to ask: "I really shouldn't ask you, but there is no one else here. Let's just talk about what you know. What happened to the wish agreement that lasted for sixty years?"
The apprentice originally thought that it was some lucky human who broke into the center of the Shimmering Forest, but now it seems that it was probably not good luck that brought him here.
Sylvia was not happy. "What's there to talk about with a greedy human being?"
However, Uriel now doesn't believe even a word of the character image she gave out of prejudice and simple thinking. Mabel Magdalen is a reclusive nature spirit, but she has nothing to do with innocence. Even if the elf lady's behavior is a bit rigid in the eyes of humans, she will never be fooled easily. If nothing else, judging from the magic used by the owner of the garden, Uriel can detect the mystery of the high level through the power of the devil. If any human being dares to take advantage of such a mysterious creature, then he is not greedy but seeking death.
"I'll answer that question," Mabel said.
She repositioned herself across the table, holding a bouquet of herbs. Pieces of brown feathers swayed with the tips of her hair, and the empty left cuff was sewn together with green silk thread, which looked quite scary. "You are right. I gave him the chance to make a wish every day not because I was fooled, but because I did it voluntarily. Dream Weaver does have the magic to make wishes come true, but of course it also has its limitations." She omitted it here. .
Uriel could understand that the mystic was always cautious about his professional magic, otherwise it would not be comfortable to be targeted by the enemy.
"Just think that I can make the wish come true. The wish comes from the heart and will disappear due to changes in mentality." Mabel explained, "I use my magic to drive people to find delicious... and rare things for me to watch. Plants to enrich my garden.”
I see. Before Uriel could answer, he heard the door lady Sylvia scream: "Did you just say delicious?"
The owner of the garden pretended not to hear. "This is the ability that my profession brings me. Dream Weaver is rare, but I think it is a life profession——"
But Sylvia didn't let her go: "I just said your garden is so monotonous...Heather, it turns out you ate all the magic plants we brought!" The door creaked and swayed. "Mabel Magdalen, you are simply not worthy of being a nature elf! You are a heretic who blasphemes nature, an executioner who mutilates life..." Her curses began to repeat, and finally turned into miserable and miserable wails. "The invitation from the beauty I finally found... you lied to me, it's all a lie! It was obviously me who allowed it to multiply in your garden, you owe me your wish!"
Her hoarse old witch cry echoed through the room. Thinking of what Mr. Lock said before, Uriel could probably guess what Mabel did. She originally only owned the male flowers of "Beauty's Invitation", so she collected the seeds. Ms. Sylvia brought the female flowers of "Beauty's Invitation" for her wish, so that the Seven Lamps House was filled with this weird magical plant. It turns out that Mabel cultivated the flowers for food, and she herself was turned into a stone door because she angered the elf lady.
Could it be that all elves like to eat randomly? Uriel looked at this farce and couldn't say a word. Until the elf lady knocked on the window frame, a large ball of dodder flashed past the apprentice's eyes and clapped firmly on the door. The crying stopped suddenly.
"That human's name is Wolfgang, and he is a palace knight." Mabel poured him a cup of tea with one hand, and the apprentice had no time to refuse. "His homeland is suffering the baptism of war. The knight accidentally heard the rumors of the Dream Weaver and came to me to try his luck. He didn't know that I only respond to the requests of the forest race."
"But you promised him?"
"Despite the rules, the color of that rose is really rare." She pursed her lips and smiled, seeming to be intoxicated in the memory. "I call it 'Chaoying', or 'White Night'. Think about it, it's obviously a two-color rose - the dark red and almost black edges meet the snow-white petals, but there is almost no transition. The lines are clear and flawless. I heard a unique and beautiful opera blooming from its buds. It was not about praising love or inspiring fighting spirit. It was singing about the brilliance of ideals shining in the dust of reality. I heard it calling for hope." She stroked it. Bird feathers. "That kind of artistic conception is really indescribable. Artistic conception, do you understand? Artistic conception."
What you can't describe in words is probably the taste. On the way here, Uriel never saw such beautiful roses. Needless to say what happened to this "White Night". Sylvia was right, Mabel Magdalene was not a nature spirit. After all, Earl Ellanor knew how to be picky about food, but the more precious and rare this guy was, the more he wanted to swallow it.
If a hungry man eats a rose, no one can blame him, but if the existence of a rose is completely destroyed because of its artistic value, most people will feel regretful and incomprehensible. Uriel is no exception. If the knight knew that the flowers he carefully prepared would end up like this, he would definitely make another choice.
"So." Uriel asked, "You promise to give every day's wish-making opportunity to this 'White Night Knight'?"
The elf lady denied it. "You should know now that I collect plants only because I want to taste their taste. The value of the magic plant itself is not equal to the value of wish magic. After all, food cannot be compared with mystery." She stirred the spoon, " Roses are indeed beautiful, but asking me to fulfill a human's wish every day, this kind of reward is still too...inappropriate."
She probably meant cheap. If Uriel didn't know Mabel's preferences, this tact was in line with her temperament. But Uriel was right this time, Mabel Magdalene was indeed honest. Having said that, there seems to be no reason for opposition between them. I really think about it too much.
"This human knight came well prepared. He must have changed his request, right?" Even if they didn't know the truth about Mabel's collection of plants, it was unlikely that anyone would fool her as a fool. Only Sylvia could believe such a ridiculous reason.
"You're not entirely right," Mabel said. "Wolfgang asked me to keep something for him. Due to the contract, I can't tell you what it is. It's a mysterious object and it doesn't like to be in the same place. The place stays for too long. If you want to collect it, you must either be a traveler or you must change its placement environment every day.”
A mystery item that you love traveling with? Uriel couldn't help but be interested. The elf lady was pleased with his good manners. "The knight's hometown was affected by the war, and he had his own mission to complete. This mysterious item became a burden, but he could not abandon it."
I can't let go of the Scroll of Oath either. "I think I understand what you mean. Wolfgang wants to get rid of that mysterious object, is that right?"
"That's it." The elf lady scooped up a spoonful of tea and put it into her mouth. Uriel could feel the bitter taste spreading on his tongue when he looked at her. "Because that thing needs to change its position every day, he would make such a request. Don't listen to Sylvia's nonsense. He is not greedy at all, but is a rare noble knight among humans."
"Noble knights are not rare among humans." The apprentice corrected.
"It seems like I don't know you well enough. I don't have time to go out and see the human kingdom. The conflict between nature elves and caravans is already terrible enough." Mabel did not refute.
"Peace will always come." Uriel didn't know whether he was making a wish. "That's it, you agreed to help him?"
"It is not easy for humans to get here. The fact that he can get here means that this is Heather's wish. Even if I am not a priest of Saint Valoran, it is natural for me to follow his guidance." She paused suddenly. "The mist is the messenger of the goddess...the secret language of nature..." the elf lady murmured and repeated.
"Did something happen?" Uriel asked strangely. He didn't notice anything unusual, only the mysterious radiance of Magdalene who maintained the magic pushed outward in the devil's perception. Not magic. Maybe Mabel had figured something out.
He originally suspected that the fog in the forest was Heather's magic, but the source of the power did not come from the most mysterious elf lady in the Shimmering Forest. The scope of the fog is so vast, I am afraid no one can trigger such a terrifying mystery.
"There is a price for collecting that mysterious object, Uriel." He heard Mabel say softly, "I think I understand. Come, follow me. I have seen the end of the promise, and this day has finally come. "
But I don't understand. Uriel wanted to say this, but he couldn't make a sound. The world cracked before her eyes, and the elf lady's surprised expression was also filled with cracks. He saw her outstretched arms, the branches hanging from the window net. A lantern fell into the teacup, popped out again, and hit the apprentice in the face.
So he tried his best to move his eyes. The tea solidified into ice. He saw a frosty sentence on the mirror-smooth ice surface:
"Try the second way"
…
The vision is over——
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