"Ain?" Anchuan felt that he had heard this name, but couldn't remember it for a while. From a grammatical point of view, He seems to be the title of a certain deity.
"Ain, the god of dreams, is the messenger of the god of destiny and order."
He remembered. Roma's occult mentor and the great tower astrologer Larson Gallagher is the "Eye of Iron". The Mystical Fulcrum is the most complete inheritance of the ancestors, not to mention the Tower of the Sky led by the Saint Demosis. Many secrets spoken by adventurers are just like examples in textbooks in the eyes of astrologers. They are not known to everyone, but they are not considered partial knowledge either. The great astrologer must be better at teaching apprentices than me, Yasukawa decided, but he didn't know whether Roma planned to continue practicing his skills or give up the bow and arrow to become an astrologer. The latter is significantly easier.
Mabel Magdalen had met Roma, and this was news that Sylvia accidentally revealed. After learning that the apprentice was traveling with the Ministry of Foreign Affairs envoy, Yasukawa couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. He would not let a little girl who had just changed jobs deal with the Church of Gaia, and even he himself did not have the guts. How can adventurers fight against the mysterious pivot? What's more, they can't be trusted at all after the demon hunting campaign... It would be best to trap her in the Shimmering Forest, Mabel is good at this. Later, the messenger from the tower arrived in time, which showed that Roma was very popular in the tower and there was no need for an adventurer with no fixed address to worry.
However, the thought of Roma could not save his depressed mood. Because what you are worried about is not her safety at all, Yasukawa thought, you would rather she become a Windrunner than an astrologer. Not just for safety reasons.
"We are here." The elf lady took off her headscarf. Poor Sylvia was almost dehydrated. Mabel threw her away and hit a bucket. "Now look at the true face of the dream house. The rumors of mortals are only the beginning of the truth. It never hides itself." No one knows where the bucket comes from.
The storm rose from the ground and swept away the yellow sand in the sky. It's hard to believe that just seconds ago they were walking peacefully under the hot sun. The airflow stirred, tore, pulled, and collided with each other, and the dust and particles smoothed out their footprints and even the surrounding sand dunes. Mabel stared at the cyclone in the air with admiration, so Anchuan also stood still.
The storm's lull was as sudden as its eruption. Anchuan glanced at the bucket, but realized from the peripheral vision that he was walking on the clouds. This is a strange neighborhood, full of stone steps and twists and turns, and the majestic purple-red ring-shaped mountains cover half of the sky. Daylight shines outside the transparent bubble-like barrier, filtered to remove excess heat. He had never been here, but he knew where it was. This is Brumnot, Chloe's floating city.
"See, the dream house knows what you're thinking better than you do." Mabel said. "It can present itself with dreams that are hard to distinguish between true and false, even though your imagination may not be so detailed." She pointed to one. A red currant. "Stare at it for ten minutes and you'll find the holes. Now?"
Yasukawa reached out and picked it off. The berries in the sun become translucent and bright. With a little force, the peel wrinkles on the fingertips, and the overflowing juice has a sour taste. He twirled his fingers and found that the juice had not disappeared and the touch was still stable and clear.
Vision
The mystery lifted up the sight of mortals, and the color of the fruit in his hand became lighter. Soon it lost its soft berry appearance and became a stone.
"Keep watching," the elf lady instructed.
The stones gradually began to shake, and the surrounding sunlight became more intense. A strong wind fell from the sky, and the streets and stone steps seemed to be fluttering in the air as if they were pieces of thin drawing paper. They lose their color, smell, sound and even sense of existence, and drift away with the strong wind. Brumnot has become a desert again. Anchuan let go of his hand, and the stone turned into a strange breeze. With a little flow of his magic power, he could drive it to hover. This is the lowest mystery of elemental creation.
"What were you thinking about?" Mabel asked.
"True." Yasukawa replied. He finally understood the form of his dream house. "This is an elemental realm." And there's not just one element.
"Order pressure dropped." The elf lady spat out a few syllables. "The elements became apparent."
A few weeks ago he had never heard of the word; now he felt its presence. Order and Law, Elements and Aether. They are varied, capricious, and fill every inch of space. Yasukawa tightened his grip on the bow arm. He had an illusion of blood connection with his weapon, which was the result of long-term development. Now, he felt as if he was integrated with the whole of Knox. There are strange pulses everywhere and profound mysteries everywhere. He shuddered as the veil brushed his beard, and had to suppress a sudden shock as his fingers touched the reins and steel. He found himself encountering old things with new senses, as if he were in two worlds at once.
It's not normal. As a natural priest who transcends the ring level, Mabel Magdalen is very aware of Yasukawa's current state. The fierce burning of the fire is pushing him to the extreme, that is the mysterious end of the ring, the realm of the sky.asxs. But he shouldn't have crossed that threshold, and his magic was still growing.
"The turmoil of order makes the thread of law disorder. You are out of luck." Mabel told Anchuan when she was in the Seven Lamps Cottage, "The Shimmer Forest is not a suitable environment either..."
"If the cause is really the turmoil of order, then Knox has no suitable environment at all." Windrunner interrupted her anxiously, "Of course, sir, except here."
Unexpectedly, she refused. "You will destroy the fruits of my decades of labor... My dream can reproduce the laws of the void, but it cannot withstand your tossing. The process of soul transformation is not equivalent to throwing the soldering iron into the bucket. No, I will never Agreed. You should go to your dream house.”
"Okay." Yasukawa only heard rejection, "If I find new varieties of plants, I will bring some to you to exchange wishes." Maybe then my request will be much easier, such as resurrection from the dead. He still hasn't figured out the reason for her refusal.
After that, Yasukawa was forced to continue to Sodria, leaving the newly transferred apprentice behind at Eastman. The mystery of Shimmering Forest was so vast that he could hardly stand it...the pain of the journey was unbearable. Magic power rises and falls in disorder, and the world flickers in and out. Heather was punishing me for my weakness, like the thunder that fell from the sky and split the flag that night when I escaped from Cat Hill. A warning. He decided that everything was entirely my fault.
When he returned to the Seven Lights Cottage with nothing to gain, Mabel Magdalen finally gave in. The owner of the garden told him that the dream weaver's profession was a gift from the dream house, which made Anchuan half-convinced.
At this moment, he had no doubts.
"For Heather's sake." The elf lady sighed, "Stop imagining the shimmering forest. After finally reaching the goal, can't you think about the seaside or the plains? Do you only like trees?"
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"Kitarian?" someone called, not daring to speak too loudly. "Lingott?"
I've made it, Shitarian thought, and jumped up from the grass. Uriel was startled and almost knocked down the ash tree. Success always comes one after another.
Ruth cheered faster than she did: "Success!"
The young man sighed and patted his shirt clean so that his sister could fall into her arms. "Remember not to use this trick on people holding weapons." He warned angrily. "Their first reaction when frightened may not be to retreat."
"But you are like this. You said it yourself. In the study of Frostleaf Castle, you were so frightened by a bottle of ink that you almost ran away." Hitarian pulled his sister off.
"I beg you, my lady, forget it," Uriel muttered, "for the sake of the gods."
"I won't tell anyone."
"Liar. You told your sister right away, and maybe you planned to share it with a dog."
Hitarian had mentioned his baldness last time, but she didn't expect him to remember it so well. "Is this what your confession tells you?"
"No, first of all it is not a confession, and secondly it is mainly based on speculation. I always use it to judge whether the conclusion is correct or not. Only in this way can the accuracy of the conclusion be gradually improved."
Why improve? "The answer is right in front of you, but you are wasting your efforts." Hitarian couldn't figure it out. If it were her who had obtained the Scroll of Oath, she would probably never bother trying to figure out other people's thoughts again. Lies will not be able to hide in front of her, and hypocrisy will have no effect on her. This is just about distinguishing between true and false. What if I could know every thought in someone else's heart?
She watched quietly as Ruth played. When his sister ran to the well, Uriel would reach out and drag her away. I will be the first to experiment on Murum, thought Hitarian, asking him if he really loves me and if he really intends to marry a woman with a mentally retarded sister. Even if it turns out that he is lying to me, I won't be angry. Hitarian had the thought of abandoning Ruth countless times, even though his sister's magic often helped her.
Murum does love her very much, but loving her does not mean loving Ruth, and Hitarian feels that he loves Ruth more than his boyfriend. Her sister is a part of her and their lives are connected to each other. If Murum lies to love me, I will only be sad, not angry. Not at all.
She will then go to Lady Liana, and to Witek the Northman, and ask them if they love her. If possible, Hitarian wouldn't mind asking her lord. He probably won't answer. It doesn't matter, she also has a confession book, which can make people take the initiative to express their feelings... No. no. She suddenly realized that the confession in her hand actually belonged to the Black Knight. According to the characteristics of the Oath Scroll, these mysterious items will not change owners before losing their owners.
Forget it, there's no need to do that. Hitarian no longer has any plans for the lord. To be honest, this was just a thought. She felt that even if she became as demented as Ruth, she would not dare to ask the leader of the association this question.
No one can be the target of her pleasure. The night watchman Celsus disappeared every day, and the hospital was full of strangers, knowing that what they were thinking was meaningless. Besides, I only have this one question to ask. A few white lies were harmless enough, and Hitarian didn't care.
Maybe you should ask Uriel, Hitarian looked at him. The priestly knight of Gaia, the leader without a mask. He saved Worrell from the gallows of the Council of Light. Hitarian wondered how much his vow to the goddess was worth, compared to the Nameless One?
"The basis for judging lies in the Book of Oaths is the subconscious mind of the target." Uriel told her, "If you believe that what you are telling is the truth, no matter how ridiculous the lie is, it will be confirmed. At this time, we have to judge it ourselves. .”
Maybe that's what he said, but Hitarian couldn't write it down verbatim. Nearly five days had passed since their candid exchange, and she had finally gotten used to the feeling of telling the truth completely in front of others. The confession was relaxing, at least to herself. There is no need to be secretive, consider each other's feelings, give in tactfully, or dwell on the offense of words. So, Hitarian told Uriel that she didn't like to be seen through, but he said that he felt the same way as her.
When Hitarian asked the Black Knight, the Lord told her that the Confessions can teach people to take the initiative to reveal the past. But there are also things he doesn't know, such as the fact that Confessions can drag the holders of similar mysterious items into dreams, not just the owners. Hitarian held the Gospel to her chest one night, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Uriel beside Ruth. The latter was equally dazed and felt that he should be lying in the attic of a hotel.
The reunion is full of mystery. She could no longer keep the secret because Uriel had brought the Scroll of Oath this time, and because the Black Knight would not come to the dreamland at night. Later, she was glad for this. I should have been more vigilant, Shitarion thought. Uriel had the same questions as hers, if not more, and unfairly, clues would be revealed if she answered them.
Initially, Hitarian was unable to remain silent out of curiosity about the clerical knights mentioned by Worrell. She remembered that Uriel used magic to intercept the cavalry's arrows before leaving the dreamland last time, so she asked for confirmation. The other person was reluctant to talk at first, but the confession affected him. During the questioning process, Uriel accidentally mentioned his dangerous move of taking away demon prisoners in the Holy City. Even Hitarian could see that he was horrified at the thought of him divulging his secret. They were even.
She began to realize her laxity. With Uriel here, Hitarian's nights were completely liberated. She actually couldn't bear to live this kind of life. "will you come back?"
"It's best not." Uriel replied, "Your lord does not welcome me."
Last time they were attacked in the dreamland. After Hitarian woke up, the Black Knight told her that the uninvited guests in the dream had brought about changes. The Confession selects the lucky ones who hold it to participate in the dream, but this mysterious mechanism is not rigid. Unless allowed, they will be ostracized by the dream as unwelcome guests. This is unusual, as few people sleep for that long. Ruth was the first to be affected, Uriel the second.
