"It is indeed here." Mabel whispered, the feathers in her hair gently scratching the wall, and the branches and leaves trembling.
This is a natural low wall made of vines and roots. The mesh is filled with grass stems and branches, and sharp hooks protrude from the edges. Yaskawa didn't want to get close to it, not just because it looked uneasy. In the mysterious place, even plants cannot be trusted, but now he is more concerned about visible threats, such as the bottomless gap under the wall.
Windrunner assessed the toughness of the vine net and decided to stand still. "What's there?" he asked the elf lady in mid-air.
"Mysterious traces." Mabel seemed to fall like an autumn leaf behind him, "the name after me."
"Name, Your Excellency?" I really know why you want to write your name here.
"A dream house can represent the scene of any place at any time, whether you have been there or not. What about the scenery of Blumnot before? And the center of Sodria Desert? Can't tell, you have a special love for the tropics Bell." The garden owner teased. Anchuan thought about the truth presented to him in the desert. It was the truth he believed in his heart, not a mysterious truth. When Mabel told him that the elements in his hands were also dreams, Anchuan realized his own shallowness. “And now, this is Viteshwasa, the elven green space.”
"Saint Valorin?"
"Ao no Mori." Mabel answered.
Anchuan raised his head. Although he was a follower of Heather, he had never been so deep into the forest of Saint Valoran. His faith comes from the church in his hometown and has nothing to do with the forest race. The nature elves will not admit that their goddess has some human followers. Although the Holly Agreement is regarded as an insult by the forest races, it is undeniable that it is this period of history that has caused Heather's god's name to spread widely on the continent, becoming a religious culture second only to Gaia and Lucia. In recent years, the limit that forest races allow life believers to enter the Cangzhi Forest is the Autumn Leaves Walkway, which can be considered progress. "Is this a city of nature spirits?"
"My people follow a primitive social system. There are neither city-states, villages, nor kings or lords. The natural elves only listen to the sounds of nature and life, the sounds of forests and lakes, the sounds of breeze and soil. Even the Saint of Cang, He is just the nominal leader of Saint Valoran." There seemed to be a chill in Mabel's voice. "Only the goddess can rule us. Heather is not like Lucia and Gaia. He is the great god who is everywhere. The shimmering forest is his eyes, and the storm is his breath. When we set foot on the earth, we Then he stepped in the middle of the path that the goddess had walked. He turned the land of death into the kingdom of life, and creatures thrived in this kingdom because of his kindness and were enlightened with wisdom."
Her impassioned praise seemed to take Yasukawa back to Skluguk, his childhood hometown. The preachers at Heather Church often used this rhetoric when preaching to the locals. By the time he came of age, Priest Heather had changed from the person in charge of marriage and childbirth to an orthodox priest that people worshiped every week. Dressed in exotic robes embellished with gold and silver oak leaves, they urged people to pray in the lavish temples built by their lords. It is always necessary to pray, and at least the natural priests did not sell indulgences to believers.
Heather does not ask for money or authority, He does not need anything, only life is worthy of His attention, and everyone has life. In the kingdom of Heather, no punishment can be in the name of a god, but what is interesting is that many nature elves regard upholding faith as an honor, and their arrows are not afraid to take away the lives of pagans. In a sense, Yasukawa felt that Heather in their eyes was the same as Lucia of the Holy Council of Light, both seeing uniqueness as a manifestation of the power of faith.
Of course, there are differences in details. The Glorious Council is Lucia's representative, while the Blue Saint is just the symbolic leader of the forest race. From this point of view, Saint Valoran may be more democratic than the Glorious Council. How can a country develop without a king? Yasukawa doesn't know. If such a human kingdom existed in Knox...
...cannot exist. It didn't take him half a minute to think about this problem. The Buresians will not let go of this "unclaimed land". Moniantoros hopes to expand the spread of truth, and even the Eastmans will try to expand their territory. Conquest is the essence of a kingdom, and a kingdom that loses its aggressiveness will find it difficult to survive in Knox. Skraguk didn't understand this, so he was reduced to relying on mercenaries to defend Cat Hill.
"The Saint of Blue is not a proxy." Mabel said, "Her function comes from Heather, who is known as the most loyal and purest servant of the goddess. However, we believe in natural life rather than believing in Heather, because two The two are one. Mortals are Heather's treasures and the apple of the goddess' eye. Heather does not need to serve. The spring water goddess Nymph is not only his maid, but also his daughter, and even his incarnation - this is water The goblin’s point of view. You know, Yasukawa, even I can’t argue with the goblin.”
I dare say that they are not willing to risk turning into objects to argue with you. "Yes, Your Excellency. Can you tell me something I don't know?"
"Like a name?"
"Not necessarily, Your Excellency. If it has nothing to do with the purpose of our coming here, then there is no need."
The elf lady straightened her long hair and glared at him slightly annoyed. "Both of you are so anxious, as if the tide is rising behind you." She covered her braids with a scarf named Sylvia before she began to explain important matters. "The dream house can be built anywhere, even in the heart of Saint-Valorin. You can even see the stone monument here."
Windrunner understood: "The St. Valoran Monument?"
"What other stone tablet can be placed in the center of the Elf Green Land? The status of the Blue Saint is not as high as it."
Is this the legendary stone tablet? Knox's first mystery item? Yasukawa has improved the magic effect to the extreme, but still cannot see the stone from the airtight green leafy branches. He looked away regretfully before the firebrand warned. Holy objects are indeed not that easy to see. "Is your name there, sir?"
"It's not just me. There are everyone's names in the poems on the stone tablet. Only the empty realm can find one's true name hidden in the words. Astrologers believe that true names are powerful, and they were not wrong this time. It's just that the astrologers pay attention to Information, and the name engraved on the stone tablet is a restriction. Once the goddess's poem is recited, the person named must obey the order. It's a bit like a contract, isn't it?"
More scoundrel than contract. "Then you can read the whole poem out, sir?"
"No. I only know the part that contains my name, and it doesn't sound very nice when sung... In addition to the standard of mystery, elves can also decipher verses through runes, but they have made little progress in thousands of years." To be honest, it depends on luck.”
"That is not comparable to the Fire Contract." Yasukawa pointed out, "The Fire Contract is not unilateral, and we have never taken the initiative to engrave our names on the stone tablet."
Mabel thought thoughtfully, "That's the truth. Contract. Stone tablet." She raised her eyebrows.
No matter what associations she made, Yasukawa was not very interested. "Discovered a new name, Your Excellency?"
"It's the new Dream Weaver."
"Can the St. Valoran stone tablet also give out the mysterious profession with the corresponding name?" He shuddered. Could it be that in the eyes of forest races, there are no secrets in the mysterious realm?
"Of course not. The stone tablet belongs to Heather, not Otto. If you want to know the secret, you have to consult Chloe's astrologer. This is the effect of a dream house, and I used the characteristics of the stone tablet a little bit."
"With the help of characteristics?"
"This is a dream house, Yasukawa, your imagination can become a reality out of thin air. What is the difficulty in imagining that the stone tablet can give the name of the inaugurated person? It originally records the traces of life. Mysterious walking will also leave traces, In Compass Heights, in Zangwill. When you travel through a mysterious place, your footsteps are preserved. Unseen by mortals, but to Knox, it is your spark of order and the mystery of chaos The world will help you remember the important moments of contact. The same goes for your dream home, but we usually can’t see it.”
The focus seems to have moved from the St. Valorin Monument to the Dream House. "Imagination becomes reality out of thin air, which means we are omnipotent here." Although Windrunner said this, it did not mean that he fully recognized this statement. In fact, he thought it was impossible.
"I still need to use the stone tablet." The elf lady answered him, "Dreams have no limit, but observers need anchors."
"Anchor?"
"Ancestors believed that dreams are the ocean of the soul. When we stay away from the harbor - the dreamland where we were born - our consciousness will drift with the tide. Once we go too deep, we will inevitably get lost. The anchor point that fixes consciousness is the trend of every soul. The instinct to return.”
Yasukawa has never deeply understood dreams. Mysteries rarely have logic, and it is the most difficult craft. He hasn't even digested his own professional knowledge, let alone other things. In the final analysis, adventurers do not need to have much achievements in the occult. They are high-level mercenaries and escorts, free riders and wandering demon hunters, bandits, nightingales, gangsters and noble private soldiers. They are expendable on the battlefield and in the streets. Magic is supernatural, but not all magic is useful. If he meets an enemy on the battlefield, Yasukawa would rather have one more good arrow in his quiver. However, if dreams can be like Mabel's magic, then there is nothing to say.
"Can we escape our dreams?" he asked with interest.
"Almost not. This is a mysterious category." The elf lady made a casual stroke, and the air became distorted. "People also have different definitions of dreams. Maybe in your opinion, the existence of the dream house is similar to a 'real projection', an illusory shadow that descends on the mainland. However, in the eyes of a dream weaver like me, illusion and reality There is no clear boundary. Our standard for distinguishing reality is material and spiritual. Is the phantom material?"
Anchuan thought for a moment. "no."
"No, in the eyes of the Dream Weaver, phantoms are matter. Light and shadow, fire and ice, in common sense of mortals, matter is a physical object that can be perceived. They don't understand magic."
"I can see the apparition," he said, "but I can't touch it."
"You can't touch light and shadow. Flame is a phenomenon of heat, a state of burning. You can both see and feel it. However, when civilization just sprouted, fire was a mystery." Mabel walked towards the edge of the crack. Take a step and stand in the air. In front of her, the airtight dense green leaves covered the stone monument, and Anchuan could only feel the heavy moisture in the surrounding air. "Among the elements, the opposite, water, is unquestionably material. Its forms are ever-changing, and its related phenomena are countless. What do you think is the difference between matter and spirit, Yasukawa?"
This time he thought about it for more than half a minute and still couldn't give a definite answer. "I think it's an interference with reality."
"Can you control light and shadow with your thoughts?"
"Will? Not fire?" Without fire, adventurers are still mortals. "I can't do it. Not with the help of tools."
The owner of the garden fell among the vines, and the moisture in the air seemed to be even greater, making it difficult to breathe. "Fire is a tool, Yasukawa. Will sublimates into fire, fire controls magic, and magic activates mystery. Is this a manifestation of will interfering with reality?"
He understood: "The difference between matter and spirit is the process of interference."
"That's right." Ms. Elf agreed, "What is a dream? Consciousness directly creates dreams. In addition, thoughts, emotions, and feelings are all controlled by our consciousness, not by others. The Dream Weaver is the one who can communicate with the mind. A mysterious creature that communicates directly, the Dream House is a mysterious place that does not exist in reality. You are dreaming, Yasukawa, and we are dreaming the same dream. Taking our consciousness away from reality and ourselves and entering this non-existent Saint Valoran The power is mystery.”
"The Dream House is not in Sodria, it is in the Dream Ocean above Sodria."
Am I in a dream? Yasukawa stretched out his palm and observed the texture on it. Suddenly, the palm of his hand became blurry, like the berry by the roadside in Brumnot. He felt like his whole being was falling apart.
"Don't go back in a hurry." Mabel ordered without looking back. His body stabilized. "I knew it would be like this. Lucid dreaming is not so easy to achieve. You have to fight against the instinct of the soul to return. Besides, this is a mysterious place. If you don't leave along the anchor point, you will probably lose yourself."
He was confused enough right now. "Where's the anchor?"
"Keep calm, Yasukawa. One failure does not mean everything. As long as you are still in this dream, you will have a chance." Mabel said, "You don't need an anchor, because I am the one who started the dream."
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