solve. Uriel suspected that his hearing had been damaged in the landslide just now. She wants me to solve it? Trouble, or the Black Knight? You must know that the landslide just now was caused by the battle between Mabel and the Black Knight. If they had not hid in a wide mountain gap in time, they would now be buried at the bottom with the corpses of the green elves. "Do you want to contact Chloe?" was the only explanation.
There was silence. Mabel Magdalen seemed to be looking at him carefully, Uriel held the cup and did not dare to look up. He didn't know why he reacted this way to her gaze.
"That's it." The garden owner gave an affirmative answer. "You take it back and give it to your mentor. Astrologers have experience anyway."
"What is that?" Uriel probably knew what she was talking about, but he had no intention of easily accepting this "gift" that the demon lord also coveted. The Tower of Sky is in an emergency due to the Red Prophecy, and the news has not spread yet. He had to think about whether it would cause trouble for Joey and the Destiny Assembly.
Sure enough, the elf lady said: "The wish of a human knight."
"Let me guess, he is White Night Knight Wolfgang, right?"
"Yes, maybe that's why the Undead Lord came to seize it. He may not be satisfied with the title." The owner of the garden asked him, "Are you an Eastman?"
"Indeed. I have only been away from home for a short time."
"The Tower is rarely joined by landmen, except, of course, the Motogs. You don't come here often."
"Because something happened to our garrison." Uriel answered. "He is also a forest believer, but the undead caused chaos in the city."
"Ever since Saint Valoran chose to avoid fighting during the Catastrophe of the Undead, the undead souls of Garvash have become rampant. There is nothing that can be done about it. Who makes those natural elves do nothing. I would rather the priests follow suit. The fog elves of Ftanna can at least remember the covenant made thousands of years ago."
"Covenant?" Roma asked.
"The Great Alliance of Saint Mirend." Ms. Magdalen seemed puzzled by her repetition, "I remember you are a mysterious creature. Could it be that your mentor didn't tell you about this history?"
"The time he has to teach me is limited..."
Even I know more than you. Uriel thought to himself. With another excellent astrologer apprentice, Sabine, in front of him, he would not doubt Mr. Larson's educational level. Needless to say, this little lion didn't pay attention to the class at all. "The alliance has been dissolved," he said.
"Saint Valoran was the first one to quit. What else can I say?" Mabel shook her head, "I am no different. I am anxious to get rid of the trouble."
"What is Wolfgang's wish?" Uriel failed to see it in his dream and has always been curious. He felt his heart pounding. Originally, the elf lady also wanted to take him to see the collection. Was it because he came to Croita? Or discovered his secret? After all, the Black Knight came to snatch it before... "I want to see it first before talking about it."
Roma rolled her eyes. "What is this? Just for sale?" It seems that she still doesn't understand the situation in the tower at this moment.
"I saw the end of the promise."
He heard Mabel say, "Here it is," and then the voice overlapped with the dream. "Follow me. The day has finally come."
When the door to the collection room was opened, what they saw was no longer the dilapidated stone room after the battle. The woods are glowing in the clouds, like the morning light of the scorching moon passing through the water or the spotless glass shining directly into the eyes, giving everyone a subversive expansion of the limit of vision. Orange-red, which is brighter than green, soulful purple-brown and hazy golden yellow, they are within reach. But at the end of the color, a towering mountain peak stands out, full of a reserved and stubborn sense of distance. Even so, there is a wonderful vitality in it, as if it will walk towards you in the next moment. For any mysterious creature with forest blood, this kind of natural life's desire to resist is irresistible.
Uriel's feelings were different from those of Roma and Ms. Mabel. The forest was at his feet, and he was clearly aware that he was not in it. This may be something to be thankful for. The mountain peaks tower into the clouds, and its soul also floats in the clouds. The sea of trees connecting the earth is like a color-changing coat of the mountains. But in the apprentice's view, the forest to Lonely Peak is more like the flesh and blood that the goddess Heather wraps around her soul.
"Where is this?" He felt that his imagination of the forest had been greatly impacted. "I've been to the Four Leaf Forest, and even the cedar forests in the Morris Mountains. But none of them are as...vast as this forest."
"This is the Forest of Blue, the natural kingdom of Saint Valoran." Ms. Magdalen told her apprentice. "It is the largest shimmering forest in the entire Piniaio." She took a deep breath and turned away regretfully. "It's also my hometown."
"It's so beautiful!" Roma's eyes sparkled. "Are we going to Saint Valorin?"
"No, this is just a dream. The real Green Forest is thousands of miles away." Ms. Magdalen closed the wooden door, and in an instant, they were standing on the grass covered with fallen leaves. "This is just the stone room you just came to."
"Dream?" Roma asked.
"I am a dream weaver, a professional faker."
But as they walked into the jungle, everything seemed real. Uriel could feel the breeze and dew, and the soil under his feet was also very soft and fertile. He had only experienced this feeling in his own spiritual vision. "Incredible."
He kind of understood how the elf lady fulfilled the wishes of her guests. Filled with mystery, the dream in the stone chamber is comparable to the real projections of Winnie Watts and Bonfire Town.
"I heard a legend: There is a mysterious place in Sodria in the north called the House of Dreams."
"It is not a legend. My mystical profession comes from there. The Dream Weaver will know your dreams and desires better than you yourself. Our magic comes from the real and illusory memories of human memory, which is the dream itself."
This is different from real projection, Uriel understood. The original Moon City had no blueprint to refer to, it was fabricated out of thin air by Broken Moon's magic power.
"Do you know our dreams?" asked the little lion.
"I don't need to know." Ms. Magdalen told her, "Since my magic comes from the dream, it will naturally change with the owner of the dream. Of course, once the dream is woven, everyone who sees it will know it. What did he dream about?"
No wonder Mabel could collect Wolfgang's mysterious items, Uriel thought. She doesn't need to travel, the scenery is in her dreams. They walked for about ten minutes, and the distance they passed was enough to cross from the door of the collection room to the outside of the mountain wall, but the forest scenery was still receding. Uriel didn't know where Mr. Layoune, who had entered first, had gone.
The garden master went first. She pushed aside the dense aerial roots hanging down from the banyan tree, revealing the secret realm behind the green curtain. "There it is." The light flickered at her feet.
Roma got out in front of Uriel and slapped him in the face with her tail. He pushed the little lion away. The air was filled with fresh and moist mist, and the sun was dim. Uriel heard the sound of water. It appeared so suddenly that he felt as if he were walking on the edge of a street in Fife Tanner when a woman opened her window and poured a bucket of water over her head. The association was so damning that he quickly pushed it out of his mind.
Roma shouted excitedly: "Is that Silver Creek?"
"Yes. The goddess' stream," Mabel said.
A crystal waterfall pours down from the cliff and merges into a clear pool. Through the ripples, Uriel could see the gorgeous bottom of the pool, as if the rock surface was covered with a thin layer of silver frost. The narrow river in the distance bypasses a large purple-leaf plum bush and divides many highlands in the water. The colors of the woods reminded him of the hills of Brumnot. Due to the wide waterway and the huge flow of the waterfall, it was hard for Uriel to imagine that the forest race actually called it Silver Creek.
The elf lady looked at it with eyes full of love and nostalgia. "This is my dream. I never dream of going back."
"Then why don't you go back?"
"The reasons are complicated... forced by life?" Ms. Elf told the little lion, "But to be honest, no reason is as good as my own. Maybe I don't want to go back yet."
Uriel had other guesses about this. He felt that Mabel Magdalen might have been forced to leave because she got tired of eating the plants in the Cangzhi Forest... Of course he would not be stupid enough to say this.
When he got close to the river, Uriel saw the gray-black color faintly exposed in the mist. "A stone tablet." He remembered Sparrow Wine's complaint. "Is that the St. Valorin Stele?"
"Of course, it's fake." Mabel said, "But no matter what, it is also based on the sacred relic of the Blue Forest. You'd better take it seriously..." She suddenly looked around. "A little surprise. It seems to be hiding."
This "it" obviously does not refer to the stone tablet. "Wolfgang's mysterious object?"
"Yes. It seems that it is very satisfied with my dream and will integrate into the environment."
"What is it?" Roma asked. "A sword? A crown? Or some token? I don't know the story of the Knight of the White Night yet."
"It has nothing to do with his story," Uriel said.
"Let's look for it together," suggested Lady Magdalen, the bird feathers in her hair falling on her forehead. "In my dream, it could be anything. But as long as you move it, you can find the difference." A strange look flashed in the eyes of the nature elf, like the sparkling ripples on the river.
Finding the knight's treasure has become a game, and Mabel seems to have forgotten that it was once a target fought over by two Sky Realm mystics. A sense of fun replaced seriousness. Uriel didn't know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing, but Roma obviously agreed with it. The apprentice grabbed the child by the shoulders before she could act. "No need to bother." He said slowly, "I think I found it."
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