Everything is ethereal and the colors melt together. The darkness is not silent. Flames are burning, perceptions are running, whispers are lingering in the ears, but the words spoken are meaningless.
"...Don't delay! Leave quickly!"
"Heather will save you, He loves all life in the world, Knox..."
"... He's gone! He doesn't exist! When will you figure it out... By the gods..."
"An old mission, Yaskawa, but it is not a must."
"Have you heard of it? Soul Oil... That is not the first time. The vampires created us originally to obtain it. It is the secret of life..."
"Seize...the opportunity..."
It was this voice that caught him, and Windrunner followed the guidance, dragging his consciousness out of the fragments of the dream. Fatigue instantly overwhelmed him. When he opened his eyes, it was like lifting a gate, and his muscles seemed to make a sound like chains.
"Seize the opportunity!" said Mabel. "Yasukawa, seize those threads!"
Wire? He felt nothing but color and noise. Failed. It was just another failure. He couldn't believe that he would have another chance, but this time he had to give up. I have to live until Rome...
A warm palm covered his eyes, blocking the harsh light. "He can't see it," Layoune said. "He can't see it, just like me."
"It's close this time."
"I think it's not even close."
"Well, I'm not the one who's anxious." The elf lady sighed regretfully. Yasukawa saw a red shadow passing in the darkness, and then his fatigue suddenly decreased, and full vitality burst out from his limbs. "Get ready for next time. No matter what, it's progress."
Anchuan broke free from the vines, and the spikes tore through his sleeves and mask. Later he would have to enjoy the Sodria specialty of sand cutting his face. These are real and not like illusory dreams. He felt that he would never be able to get used to living in the illusion like Mabel.
"If you hadn't chosen this career," the instructor complained, standing aside, "he would have succeeded long ago."
"The road to death is never easy, and career obstacles can only create a little trouble." Mabel Magdalen fiddled with the stone tablet with her red fingers. "Most of the inheritance of our ancestors has been lost in history. Even if the stone tablets can record it, it does not exist for us. Do we have to place our hopes on future generations?"
"Why not, Your Excellency?"
"Then you can never get it back. Trying is necessary, and sacrifice is necessary. I am one of them, so why are you complaining?"
Layoun wanted to say something else, but Anchuan stopped him. "Being angry with a phantom of your own creation, Your Majesty? There's no point. I can't believe you summoned a mentor for this."
The elf lady snorted. "Don't talk nonsense, I didn't do this. The Dream House captured your thoughts. How disgusting! I just walked on a bloody battlefield."
Cat Hill or other wars? Yaskawa has long lost count of how many battles he has participated in, but they were all small battles. The only major battle - at least what he considered a major battle - was the resistance against Brestatik's full-scale invasion in Skraguk. when. At that time, his companions were filled with righteous indignation, and they suddenly changed from profit-seeking mercenaries to soldiers defending the motherland. However, he escaped after the revenge battle of attacking the village and barely participated in the defense of Neko Hill.
"Sorry, Your Excellency." When Anchuan turned to look at his mentor again, he was indeed shattered into pieces and blown away by the breeze of the forest. What's the difference? Mabel’s phantom and the phantom of her dream home, why cling to reality? Yasukawa restrained his thoughts. “I’ve never been dissatisfied with my career, that’s absolutely true.”
"You have reason to be dissatisfied, it doesn't matter. Inheritance is always like this." Mabel shook her head, "I will not give up trying. If it wasn't you, it would be someone else." When she said this, she didn't feel any guilt at all. "Sacrifice is inevitable, mortals cannot determine fate, that's all."
Anchuan nodded silently.
"Speaking of trying, why did you give up this time? Success is not far away, I warned you."
"I can't see...and I can't die here. Roma has only learned the surface, and she still needs guidance. You can only create phantoms based on information, sir, and I am a living person."
"Your mysterious profession is coming from the Phantom."
"That's just the first generation." As the second generation, no one knows better than him that the mysterious inheritance is not static, and everyone is exploring their own fields. Windrunner grabbed the cloth strap on the bow arm and tied it securely. "Roma deserves not only the knowledge you inferred from a few words, but also all the experience of Layoun and me. Without my link, she will lose a lot and have to start over."
"Worried about the little lion?" Mabel's smile was a bit teasing, "That child has the entire Croita astrologer to back her up, and you will never have to worry about her future. Ronald 'The Lion' treats her as a Penelope's last fire, not to mention, her mission has ended long ago." She frowned for some reason.
"Astrology is very helpful in completing the inheritance, Your Excellency." This is the reason why Yasukawa chose Rama. If it were anyone else, he would not impart his knowledge to others. Unrecorded inheritance will only delay the future of young people - the consequences can be referred to Yaskawa himself.
"She is qualified only because she is a Heather believer. But that's all. The stone tablet is in Saint Valoran, and it is impossible for the Blue Saint to allow her to enter the Holy Land... The same goes for the Dream House. The location of the mysterious place is a secret. Once If too many people know, mystery will be captured by order.”
"The tower can observe order."
"That's it. Need I remind you to keep it a secret?"
"Please believe in the Fire Contract, Your Excellency." Yasukawa pointed out, "The problem is that name. There are other people who have been here and obtained a mysterious profession. Now the secret will be leaked through other channels."
"You don't recognize him, Yasukawa, he doesn't need a contract to keep secrets."
Complete trust often leads to betrayal, this is what his career as an adventurer taught him. "But what if he doesn't understand the importance of his dream home and that everything here needs to be kept secret?"
The elf lady shook her head. "You are mistaken, Anchuan. In fact, he has never been here at all." Since the name was written on the stone tablet, Mabel did not let Anchuan see it. “His career didn’t come from a dream home.”
"Are there other Dream Weaver inheritances?" Like the Windrunner Temple in Shimmer Forest? It seems reasonable that the mysteries are not absolutely independent, but that they are related to each other.
"I dare say that his power comes from me." Mabel Magdalen stretched out her right hand, and a dark green snake coiled around her shoulder and arm at some point. The leaves rustled and the forest seemed to respond. "Dream Weaver is also a rare and mysterious person, and he has a profession of his own. There are many absurd legends circulated among adventurers. Anchuan, have you ever heard of someone who can use the magic of all professions?"
It's not just absurd, Yasukawa thought, it's completely a mortal's delusion. The mysteries of different professions can indeed be shared, but no one can know everything. After all, even the gods have their own duties. "I'm sorry, Your Excellency, all?" he asked for confirmation.
"I'm not sure, but I haven't found any limitations. The secret language of nature is a magic that can only be learned by forest races. Even Heather believers like you can't come into contact with it... If you can learn mysterious skills in the first encounter, then even if you don't Everything is no different."
He imagined uneasily what would happen if he faced such an enemy. The magic has little effect. I am afraid I can only rely on my own quality and archery skills to deal with it, and the opponent has endless professional skills... "Have you ever met such a person, Your Excellency?"
"There are no traces of outsiders coming here. I can confirm that."
"But his name is in the Dream House. Only the Dream Weaver can leave his name here, right?"
"The name is just a symbol, and it appears completely according to the chosen carrier. The St. Valoran Monument...well, only the Dream Weaver can leave a mark on the Dream House. Most people can't even find it here, let alone enter the dream where the mystery lies. . No matter what method he used, he did it. He constructed the dream through my magic, so that it could be recorded by the dream."
The fugitive incident in the Holy City. They found traces of a dream in Zangwill, and apparently there was a Dream Weaver among the participants. Anchuan suddenly felt shuddered. Of course, Mabel Magdalen was not the only Dream Weaver in Knox, but they weren't numerous either. At least not as many as Windrunner. Demons are also mystical creatures, and they may also receive the gifts of Ain. "Is it a devil?"
"Not really." She seemed to want to end the topic as soon as possible, "I believe he is motivated by some kind of pure kindness...even if the object of sympathy is the unknown person. Heather values life, Lucia implements justice, but Gaia It represents the goodness of human nature." The owner of the garden brushed the leaves on the vine. "Emotion exists in everyone's heart and sometimes interferes with judgment. It is part of the fire and even an element of truth. Going against personal feelings to perform one's duties is a great move, but we cannot condemn following one's heart as weakness."
"The previous person." Yasukawa pretended not to hear her impatience, "You are referring to the White Night Knight Wolfgang."
"Standing to duty can be called a hero, but you also need to pay the price for your choices. He is responsible for the White Night War, and Ingrid is the daughter he abandoned." The situation in Knights Bay cannot be hidden from Mabel. Where there are forests and trees, she is there s eyes. "He paid everything to preserve the 'Confessions', including career, life and family. The price of honor, the price of responsibility."
"Confessions?"
"A mysterious book. To some, it means a lot."
The same goes for Windrunner's legacy. Yaskawa understood Wolfgang, and in a sense, they chose the same path. "In the face of mysterious inheritance, personal emotions are not worth mentioning. Sacrifice is inevitable."
"Maybe we didn't find the right path."
"Otto can guide destiny."
"That's right." Mabel smiled slightly, "Otto knows much more than we do. Since people are living like this under his guidance, what do we have to worry about?"
Maybe Otto doesn't have time to pay attention to every mortal, Yasukawa thought. Hope this isn't true. "The latter person. The person who left the name is not Wolfgang, Your Excellency, the White Night Knight has died long ago. He is the latter, the demon who assisted the association to rob the Holy City. But you insist that this kind of person will be conservative secret?"
"In my opinion, he will."
I thought so too. Yasukawa has seen all kinds of trust and betrayal, nothing more than high and low chips and divergent interests. "Keeping secrets cannot rely solely on trust, Your Excellency." He warned, "Once the demons know the existence of the Dream House, they will deal a heavy blow to the mysterious realm."
"I can't help but believe it. I can't beat his mentor."
Anchuan couldn't help coughing. "What?"
"Do I have to say it again?" Mabel turned her head and glanced at him, "It's not that I don't want to use the Fire Contract. And what's the existence of the Dream House? I gave him the "Confession". Although the reasons are very complicated, But that's the fact. People have to weigh the gains and losses." She looked away and sighed. "I know you don't dare to go all out, Anchuan, we all have concerns."
"Can you tell me who he is?"
"No, unless you succeed." Ms. Elf said without hesitation, "You don't need to be particularly wary of someone, Anchuan. In fact, there are few people you can trust."
Even so, he didn't understand what she meant.
"There are limits to trust. If you want to doubt someone, then he has countless reasons for betrayal. Doubt is a good thing, and caution is also a good habit, but you must restrict them to avoid falling into an endless loop." The elf lady put down the leaf and said forcefully Changing the subject: "How long can you hold on?"
Only then did he realize the condition of Tinder: "It won't be long."
"Still trying?"
Is it still necessary? Yasukawa asked himself. People always have to weigh gains and losses. I couldn't see the line, nothing in the dark. What does it cost to try again? Can I bear it? He has no answer.
The forest is swaying in the hot wind, the cordyceps are chirping, and the vegetation is lush. Nature has its truths, but they are far from him. Windrunner shook his head: "No need."
Mabel fell silent. She stood behind the stele of Saint Valoran, and the air flowed into the rift valley, blowing her long hair. Even she has wishes that cannot be fulfilled, and mystery is not a panacea. Yasukawa wouldn't be surprised if she asked him to try it a third time. Although they both agree that nothing in the world can be trusted, Yasukawa discovered—and he certainly didn’t discover it recently—that sometimes trust doesn’t require a reason. Mabel is Laayoune's creator and restorer of her heritage, and he is her tool, a willing one.
"I should stop you, in Heather's name," the nature spirit said.
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