The Seven Lamps Cottage welcomed a new guest, and Sylvia was nagging about it. "We should ban humans from entering the forest," she insisted. "They will bring disaster and destruction. Really, none of them are good."
"As if you are a green elf." Mr. Lock taught her to be quiet. Because Ms. Mabel has invited the other party in. "Be careful not to pull the edge of the robe. Otherwise, you will look good."
The room seemed wider than before. Compared to the garden outside, the influence of the Harvest Moon seems not to be fully felt here. The interior furnishings have not changed much, which makes the move lose part of its meaning. Maybe she doesn't care either. "Lady Magdalen." He considered his words, "I originally planned to come to Sodria to find you."
"I'm more curious about who told you about my departure from Saint Valoran." Mabel replied. She pushed a cup of tea to the guest. The porcelain cup was crystal clear and the tea was green and fragrant.
"I had a revelation in the temple."
"It's Dai Luo," she decided.
"I never knew what those two heads were called. You can ask them yourself."
"The younger one is Dai Luo, most people choose her. The older one is Yalu, she belongs to the past, that's why she looks corrupt." The elf lady drank the tea. "Why are you going to the temple? Could it be that you have found the inheritor?"
"That's it." Yasukawa admitted.
"Then I understand why you are here. You brought me - it seems not. Well, you know I will help you even so. Who let me carelessly weave a lively phantom, who let me I owe you a debt.”
Yasukawa doesn't find it interesting. "That's it," he repeated lowly. "I have fulfilled your instructions, Ms. Mabel. Now I just want to see my mentor."
The elf lady looked hesitant. "You came at the right time." She sighed, "It seems that the next busy work will belong to me."
"What? Someone made a wish to you?"
"A long wish... It's a trouble I asked for. I promised to weave daily dreams for it, otherwise I would have to send it to wander around. Look, he originally asked me to keep it a secret, but the thing jumped out to others on its own , what can I do?"
"Then it's better that I don't know." Yasukawa said.
He was worried that Mabel would use this as an excuse. But the elf lady could tell what he was thinking. "Don't worry, I will let you see him no matter what." She promised softly, "After all, next time you come, I don't know what you will ask for."
Windrunner understood the reason for her affable attitude. Who knew I could get a red stripe? I'm afraid he didn't expect it himself. Perhaps Mabel Magdalen would regret the favor she owed her.
"I didn't ask you to use phantoms to deceive children." He pointed out.
"No, I still think I had the wrong entertainment." Mabel Magdalen stood up. Her bizarre hair accessory swayed around her waist. "Come on, as long as Sylvia is willing to shut her mouth tightly, we can start right away."
The name made him think for a moment. "The girl who begged for pearl earrings?" Yasukawa was deeply impressed by her. A few years ago, he met the mysterious owner of the "Seven Lamps" garden in the Twilight Forest of Skluguk. At that time, a foreign girl sneered at him, worrying that Anchuan had spent that day's wish. "Is she still here?"
"Ah, you just passed her." Windrunner followed the instructions and looked towards the door. It slammed shut.
He turned his head. "You are too strict with her." Unexpectedly, the child was turned into an alchemy item. Although Yasukawa was happy to see her learn a lesson at the time, that was a long time ago, and he had matured and become more stable. "Has no one come to see her?"
"Yes." But the elf lady's smile told him that this was a lie. "It's a pity that they couldn't come up with satisfactory plants, so I had to refuse." She gently put her bright red nails to her mouth, signaling for him to cooperate.
No one came to see Sylvia. Anchuan understood. Mabel is actually taking in this child, maybe this is her luck. "You really obey the rules and are not afraid of trouble." If it hadn't been like this, Mabel wouldn't have weaved dreams for him in the first place.
The owner of the garden readily accepted his assessment.
Before casting the spell, Mabel told Yasukawa to put away the tea set. "It's such a waste to give you tea." Her fingers pulled out a gleaming silk thread in the air, as if catching the tail of the morning glow. "Okay, now let me think about his name. It's been too long..."
"Laayoun," he said.
"You know, human names are never easy to remember."
You came up with this name yourself. "Could it be that you are doing your old tricks again and making fun of others?"
"No, you're the only one." Mabel picked up the two steel needles, "Wait a minute."
Her gestures are intimate, but the effect is astonishing. The mysterious light gradually covered the elf lady's arms. He lowered his head and saw the texture of the floor moving and arranged into regular grids. There was a creak, as if someone came out from behind a closed door and slowly stopped behind him.
Yasukawa still remembers seeing his mother knitting scarves by the stove as a child, and he admired her skills. Now he had almost forgotten what his mother looked like. Before Anchuan joined the mercenary group, the plague took away his mother and most of the people in the town. He wandered into a dilapidated inn and met his mentor Ayoune.
Windrunner turned around and saw his mentor standing a foot away. To be honest, he has changed beyond imagination. Short and fat, with bloated arms, bows and arrows became decorations on his broad back. "You are getting older." Anchuan said to Phantom. "I never knew Ms. Mabel had to think about dream years."
Aayoun grinned. "Forgive her." After a while, the instructor was able to speak. His fat belly trembled with the afterglow of laughter. "Because she sees it better than you can. To you, I am real."
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It's windy in the city today, maybe people can take off their masks for a few minutes. But Kaampang didn't want to risk a lung infection, so he pretended not to hear this ridiculous suggestion. His subordinates are all reckless men with no strength. Unless Surte gives them grace, they will only be able to pull carts and eventually die of poverty and hunger. Their proposal was completely unworthy of consideration. Huh, the fun of the lower class.
After leading the Guard for a long time, he almost forgot that he was originally a member of the lower class. Perhaps he is a descendant of a noble family, with ancient and glorious blood flowing in his body. He thought of his mother's boast of having a love affair with a certain noble gentleman on the floating boat when she was fleeing. At this moment, he thought that this might be the reason why the leader asked him to lead the mortal team - the leader is a great dark wizard, and the methods of mysterious creatures are mortals. unbelievable. He must have noticed the difference in me at a glance, Kaampang firmly believed.
But now he's a little less sure. Yesterday's speech had the same effect as the sunshine this morning. As long as Kaampang stood in the fog, the light of the lantern was his only hope. He would rather the leader swear an oath of allegiance to a powerful nobleman - so that he can get a knighthood - rather than accept the devil and be in constant fear all day long.
He walked from the street to the end of the street, walking very slowly, but very slowly.
Maybe things weren't as bad as it was, Kaampang thought. The leader's foresight is beyond comparison with a mere mortal like me. Maybe after becoming a mysterious creature, I can understand the reason.
He could not deny to himself that his confidence in the leader was actually far less than the mysterious temptation and the threat of death. Behind him were not only the strong militiamen, but also four or five silent magical warriors, creatures of the leader's witchcraft. What are the benefits of choosing it? Either lead these things through the streets, or become one of them and be driven by the mysterious. Caampon was convinced that he was a smart man and that he was destined to die the day he started the rebellion in San Carlos. Now the entire outside of the red wall is their territory. The nobles are huddled behind the high wall, waiting for the leader to control the power of the devil and kill it with this sharp knife.
Maybe today. Just as Kaampang was about to turn back, a messenger suddenly came to report the news. "The leader wishes to see you alone, Lord Ka'ampang," he said hastily.
"What's wrong?" Meeting alone. Kaampang actually knew the answer, and he felt a trembling joy about it. "Could it be a mysterious ritual?"
"I don't know, sir." The summoned soldier came from a defeated mercenary group. The leader turned the stubborn guy into a magic warrior, and then gathered the scattered adventurers. In terms of work ethic, he was impeccable. "Please come with me immediately."
The basement was still damp and dark, without daylight, but Kaampang took off his mask and felt that the air here seemed fresher. Why didn't he notice it yesterday? I should have stayed here longer.
The leader stood in front of the mirror, his expression so solemn that one could not help but feel refreshed. Perhaps because of the mystery, or perhaps for other reasons, any small noise calmed down when approaching him, and Kaampang was even cautious about breaking the silence. "Chief." As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he was shocked to realize that he could speak with such a weak voice.
"Your ritual is ready, Ka'ampon." the rebel leader announced. "You will serve as my vassal. I am Sylvanus, Liberator of the Mist City, beyond the Red Wall. The uncrowned king. In the entire San Carlos Rebel Army, you are also the first to receive this honor."
"I'm extremely honored."
The leader pointed. "I hope your luck can satisfy me as well as your enlightenment." The mystery appeared in front of the mortal world, and the finger crossed the distance and approached Ka'ampang's forehead. He couldn't help but clench his teeth, like a knight waiting for the king's canonization.
But suddenly there was a knock on the door. "We captured a team of demon hunters!" a damn voice shouted outside. "There is the son of the city lord inside."
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