"Tonight. Around seven o'clock. Don't be anxious. There's no point in hurrying."
Such a comforting answer was not what Roma wanted to hear. She was more willing to start immediately and then feel the magic flowing through her body. But the fallen fir tree was not yet out of their sight, and she thought it best to say less.
The morning light is so clear that it illuminates the grassland buried under the pine needles. Roma sometimes stepped on large white mushrooms or oily pine cones. She had almost forgotten how to live in the city, because the relaxation that the jungle brought her was far more attractive than the crowded streets. She has a tacit understanding with shrubs and vines, a gift that the city's heat haze cannot give her.
Maybe the grassland will be more comfortable. Roma thought. She couldn't wait to go to Sunset Grassland. The lion man would definitely not find an unpleasant environment to settle down. What's more, my mother was there, too. Roma had not made up her mind when she was at the monastery, but now she believes that the profession of Windrunner is enough for her to reach safely. I'll go, and I'll go when Aiken is found.
She was so distracted that she didn't notice where Anchuan took her. She almost screamed when the little lion slipped on a patch of greasy grass. "Where is this?" Roma found it difficult to get up.
"Honey Highlands," the instructor said. He looked away from the compass. "Let's go up."
As he said, there was a steep slope in front of them that they had to climb. The grass on the ground still had the deep green color of the flaming moon, but the leaves were extremely slippery, as if they were coated with oil. Roma had to admit that she really couldn't climb up without shoes. "Why is it so slippery? Is it grass?"
"Oil rubber. Ever heard of it?"
"What does it have to do with rubber?"
"Who knows. Anyway, this is its scientific name. As a Windrunner, you must also master some knowledge of magical plants. You have druids in your tower to teach knowledge, right? This couldn't be better."
Mr. Eads is not a mentor. Roma had only met him once, but his house was a delight. She decided that she would visit more often when she returned to the tower. "The trial of fire in the tower is not so troublesome," she muttered.
"No matter where the trial is, people hope that the success rate is as high as possible. Obviously an apprentice who understands the mystery better is more confident than a rookie who doesn't understand anything."
The little lion had no choice but to shut up and force himself to be patient. Honey Highland lived up to its name, and several times she almost fell down the mountain, but Anchuan caught her in time, or she held on to the canes and tree trunks herself. Thank goodness only the grass was slippery. The ground became thicker as she went higher, and she found that she was finally able to stand firm.
The cold and fresh wind blew across her face, and she could see the dense mountain forests lying at her feet, and the cascading mountains and more distant plains were all covered by her vision. The mystery of the Shimmering Forest became a picture of her looking down. She even saw the river where the Silver Creek Mine originated and the Black Rabbit Mound. The wild mine where the green elf hid last night stood out among the green leaves, and a few wisps of gray smoke from the campfire were still hovering over the simple camp. From time to time, groups of jackdaws or larks fly out from the forest, fluttering their wings and chirping, and plunge into the depths of the forest. At this moment she suddenly realized the beauty of the highlands. Why didn't she feel it when she was in the tower? "What are we doing here?" Roma asked.
The instructor didn't answer. He walked straight ahead to the narrowest rock on the plateau. Accompanied by a strange loud noise, a bottomless crack appeared behind the rock. Roma followed Windrunner, countless legends and songs flowing through her heart. Anchuan handed her a polished crystal arrowhead and bits and pieces of straw hanging ornaments. They have different postures and completely different textures, but they are all written with an unknown version of ancient magic text.
"Is this necessary for the ceremony?" Roma asked.
"That's right. I still have some here. When the time comes, you will eat the knotted grass spell, and then use the tip of the arrow to scratch the skin around your heart—"
"It will hurt a lot." The little lion resisted.
"It will hurt more than you think. Don't interrupt, it's not over yet." Yasukawa said angrily. "Then cut the skin on your forehead—just squeeze out a little blood—and hand me the bloody arrowhead."
"The trial of fire is not that troublesome," Roma muttered, "and it doesn't hurt either."
"Believe me, if you don't become a mystic, it will hurt more in the future." The mentor warned sternly. But when Roma angrily tried to rush into the gap, he stopped the little lion. "Forgive me for hiding something from you." His voice was carried away by the strong wind.
There is almost no vegetation cover at the top of the plateau, except for oil rubber grass. Roma had to try her best to maintain her balance in the fierce airflow, and she was distracted to think about the meaning of his words. Soon she got tired of it: "I forgive you. So tell me what you are hiding."
"It's a career preference."
"Can you be more specific?"
Anchuan patted his forehead. "The tower's astrologers have their branches. You should know that."
"Like witches and astrologers?"
"Not much different. Although I think witches should be considered law wizards... Generally speaking, they are all mysterious professions that observe the stars. Some astrologers are prophets, and some are astronomers. Their respective professions There are different professional magics, but they can all be covered by the realm of the starry sky. Therefore, these people can be collectively called astrologers." Anchuan turned his face in the wind, and his voice suddenly became louder. "There are different branches of Windrunner. I hope you understand what I mean: I can't guarantee what kind of career you will get."
"I don't understand." Roma felt confused. "You said the training you gave me was in line with my qualities -"
"Yes, that's right, I tried my best to arrange your training plan. But after all, I am not you. It is up to you to decide what kind of mysterious career you want. If we have enough time, these are all It's not a problem but..." He paused for about two seconds, "You must understand that becoming a mysterious creature or even a Windrunner is not your purpose, but stopping the church's evil dealings is. This is more important than any determination. You need to understand yourself. . You need to let yourself understand how to go in the future. And this is the education that I cannot give you in a short time to see the future clearly and accept the present. Rama, fire is the soul. I hope that what you show is yourself."
Myself. "What happens if I make a mistake?" She thought she wouldn't ask this weak question.
"You will never get another chance to earn the Gray Stripes."
"Why is this happening?"
"The soul is fire, and it is the key to your communication with mystery. If your fire thinks that it is not suitable to be this type of Windrunner, the profession will not accept it. Normal level mystics have time to adjust their mentality, but you What’s important is to take office while lighting the fire.”
Roma thought for a moment. "You think I might fail?"
"Honestly, I'm not worried at all." Yasukawa seemed more confident than herself. "What I'm worried about is that you regret your choice at this moment, so I have to make it clear before I start."
She kind of understood why he was hesitating. Saying these words can easily damage her confidence, and if she doesn't say them, problems will inevitably arise in the future. Roma rarely took the initiative to think about such complicated things, but after leaving the monastery, she felt that it was not necessary to explore some things in depth. If I had the patience to pay attention to the weird atmosphere in the monastery, the receipts hidden by Abbot Barnsa in the canon would directly expose the dark transactions behind it. I even accidentally lost Aiken - if she had kept an eye on the boy, she wouldn't have had the chance to be taken away from him.
Her choice is nothing, and her mistakes will only be realized in the future. Manai had no choice in the convent. If she had, would she still give up raising Aiken? Roma didn't know the answer. Like she didn't know if her mother had a choice when she sent her to Chloe. The road is right in front of me, and I have one more chance than she does.
"Maybe I will regret it in the future." Roma told him, "But if I back down now, I will regret it immediately. In this case, it is better to wait until then. Do you think I am a diligent and self-disciplined apprentice? ?”
"You are just the opposite. 'Never put tomorrow's things to today'. Maybe I should praise you." It can be seen that the instructor's mood suddenly became complicated. "If you really want to change your orientation in the future, I will have to worry about it too."
The little lion crossed him. "Why worry about the difficulties ahead?" She blinked. "That's enough, don't be so pretentious."
There was no oil rubber in the crevice, but the stone walls seemed smoother. Roma had to concentrate on not losing her balance and falling all the way. The only consolation is that the road is not steep and does not look like a natural creation at all.
"There are many temples of the goddess Heather in Shimmer Forest." Yasukawa said, "Most were built by green elves, and a few were built by tree shepherds. We are now going to a temple built by tree shepherds. Windrunner is the guardian of the goddess, so the transfer must take place in the temple.”
"Why don't we build our own temple?" Roma is accustomed to classifying himself as a non-forest race. "I remember that there were many humans who were followers of Heather."
"Of course there are temples built by humans, but the probability of successful job transfer among them is low. You should also know the reason."
Rome thought of a great human empire before the Dawn War, and the vast and magnificent war between it and Saint Valoran. "The goddess always makes clear rewards and punishments." She said with approval. Although Roma was curious about why the tree shepherd was so friendly to others, she had no time to pay attention to anything else.
They continued to explore deeper into the gap until they reached a small, cold space. The grass seed fairies here are very active, reflecting the psychedelic stone beams of the cave. They had to wave them away.
At the corner of the exit, Roma encountered two heads placed on a stone platform.
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