"Wang, what does the God of Sleep mean?" A woman on the other side couldn't help but ask.
Jin Gu frowned deeply. He walked around in the tower and thought, and an unknown uneasiness gradually enveloped his heart.
He raised his head and looked at the woman, "Find a way to investigate everything about the white-haired man just now."
The woman thought for a moment, but still left.
He looked at Ushumgaru again, "Hasn't mother's consciousness been found yet?"
The "mother" he refers to is naturally Tiamat.
The entire dragon world is Tiamat's body, and what is now "seated" with Char's clone is part of his consciousness.
"Not yet." Ushumgaru lowered his head and said, "He seems to be avoiding us on purpose. As long as He is willing, it is easy to avoid us."
Jin Gu frowned slightly and thought for a moment. He looked at Bashum below through the window of the leaning tower and found that he was still lying below, so he frowned.
"Take Bashum back for treatment first."
"yes."
In an unknown forest in the Dragon Realm.
Char's clone "An" lies in the space created inside a giant tree.
The Druid Ogham characters can control trees, so they can also build a space inside the trees. There is even a platform formed by branches at the door of this space, which can be used as a balcony.
An slowly opened his eyes and looked at his cheap mother who was holding her beside him. Her sleeping posture was very peaceful. For him, there was a sense of holding the avatar of this three or four year old child, Xia Ya. sense of security.
As if aware of An's awakening, Tiamat slowly opened her eyes, and those starry eyes were staring at him.
"What's wrong, Ann?"
"What is your view of mankind, mother?" said Ann.
"Humans?" Tiamat recalled, "It seems that they are also my creations."
An nodded, "It was also conceived because of you."
"That's my child too." Tiamat said seriously.
"Then if dragons and humans fight, which side will you stand on?" An continued to ask.
Tiamat was obviously a little surprised that An would ask this question, but as a mother, she should answer her children's questions.
He thought for a moment and then continued, "Child, how much of this world do you think is my creation?"
An turned her head and looked at the entire forest through the gap in the tree hole.
"All of them," Tiamat said.
“From insects to stars, mountains, and rivers, everything is my creation.
There is an ecosystem that belongs to this world.
Dragons hunt creatures weaker than themselves, and creatures weaker than themselves hunt even weaker creatures.
But I didn't interfere, because this is the rule of this world.
All lost lives will eventually become soil.
The soil will nourish the plants, the plants will feed the herbivores, and the herbivores will feed the carnivores.
And no matter what, they will eventually become a part of the world and a part of me. This is the perfect principle of life. "
An nodded and said, "So you will not stand on the side of the dragons, nor on the side of the humans. You will watch everything."
After a pause, An continued, "But the purpose of those dragons going to the main world is to break away from you and go to the world outside the world."
Tiamat's eyes darkened, "They told me."
An Neng could clearly feel that Tiamat's mood quickly dropped, and a sad mood emerged from the inside out.
The sky outside became gloomy, and began to gradually become dense with dark clouds. Drizzle fell from the sky, and a slight chill came through the breeze.
This was not the first time An had seen this kind of scene. When Tiamat was happy, the world was filled with clear skies, but when Tiamat was sad, it was drizzle, and when she became angry, there was lightning and thunder.
He raised his eyes and looked at An, "An, I gave birth to many lives and was loved by all living beings. But the children used me as a platform and left me. I want to love them all the time and want them to stay forever. Be by my side. Is my love wrong?"
An was silent for a moment and said softly, "You are right."
There seemed to be some light in Tiamat's eyes, "Yes, I am right, love is never wrong."
He seemed to have figured out something and whispered, "They were wrong."
"Maybe. There are not so many people who are right and wrong in this world." An said.
"If my love is right, then they are also right, who is wrong?" Tiamat asked again, his expression was very serious.
But An fell silent.
Tiamat only regards giving birth, raising children, and giving love as the meaning of survival, but it is denied by the existence she loves.
Everything he relied on was shaken, so he desperately needed an answer.
Love is not wrong, but the way of loving is wrong.
For a life that yearns for freedom, restraint will inevitably lead to resistance.
But An could not give this explanation to Tiamat.
Because Tiamat is not an ordinary mother, her thinking cannot be thought like that of a human mother.
In a sense, he was once part of the world, and in the dragon world, his body was the entire world.
All life is conceived in His body and undergoes a cycle of life and death. This is the meaning of His existence.
And if An said it, it would be equivalent to denying the meaning of his existence.
No matter what, the existence in front of me is also a primitive god.
A primordial god capable of reshaping the entire world.
The most a mother can do in anger is to beat her own child.
But the anger or collapse of a primitive god may be different.
Getting no answer from An, Tiamat whispered to herself.
"They abandoned their mother." Tiamat said to herself seriously, "This is wrong."
Seeing this, An Ye simply gave up and continued to explain, and just said, "I will never do it."
Tiamat looked at An with soft eyes and held him in her arms.
"I know, I've always known..."
…
Xia Ya withdrew his gaze.
In order to facilitate dual-line operation, he partially divided the consciousness that controlled An, so that he could have more independent control. This consciousness would be closer to when he was young.
To be honest, when Xia Yazai An said the last words, a sentence emerged in his mind involuntarily: "Unlike me, I only feel sorry for my mother."
Xia Ya looked at the person in front of him and spoke slowly.
"You must be coming to the world for the first time after the collapse of Olympus, right?"
Char took Hercules back to the peninsula.
Compared with the old house and the scenery of the peninsula, the environment here has undergone qualitative changes in recent years.
Xia Ya planted many trees on the side of the villa facing the land, including maple trees, ginkgo trees, and pear trees. Over the past hundred years, these trees have grown very tall, blocking most of the sun.
With the arrival of autumn, the leaves of these trees gradually change color, maples begin to turn red, and ginkgo trees begin to turn yellow.
Xia renovated the villa facing this side, opened an open corridor, and together with Alicia built a landscape courtyard between the trees and the corridor.
The water from the other side of the mountain was brought over by them, forming a small stream flowing on one side. The stones specially placed on both sides were covered with moss. The branches of the ginkgo were only a few meters away from the stream, and some fallen leaves had fallen. On the stream, the red and yellow leaves flow down the river, which creates a different artistic conception.
Of course, the moss was transplanted by Charia and Alicia from elsewhere and put there together, including the turf on the ground. After decades of natural growth, it has been perfectly integrated into the landscape without any violation. A sense of harmony.
There is a quiet and shadowy beauty.
It will be very cool here in the summer, making it the best place to escape the heat, and the beautiful scenery of wind and snow here in winter is also amazing.
Char and Hercules were sitting cross-legged facing each other on the corridor of the courtyard drinking tea.
Hercules' huge size made the relatively wide corridor appear much narrower, but both the height and width were just enough for him to sit down.
Alicia was sitting next to her, with a tea set in front of her, and she was quietly making black tea.
But obviously, the teacup was too much like a Xiuzhen toy for Hercules, so Alicia also brought him a large ceramic vase as a teacup.
Hercules picked up the ceramic cup, blew on the hot air and took a sip, then looked at the drink in his hand.
"This thing tastes really interesting. Although it's a little bitter at the beginning, it will be sweet again later on."
"Just like life." Xia Ya said.
Hercules fell silent. He slowly turned his head and looked at the landscape of the courtyard on one side, looking at the colorful purples and reds and yellows.
Although it is a kind of artistic conception that Eastern people prefer, for Hercules, the environment here can indeed arouse his state of mind.
"I have never had any regrets in my life," said Hercules.
Char raised the tea cup in front of him and took a sip, "You have carved your name deeply in Greece. Everyone has heard about your twelve trials. You are an undoubted hero."
Hercules lowered his eyes, "Then do you know why I want to go to the Twelve Trials?"
Char didn't answer, but Hercules continued.
"Because I went crazy and killed my wife and children, I exiled myself to Eurystheus for his use." There was a self-deprecating smile on the corner of Hercules' lips, "I still remember the way they died, And their dying voices, and their puzzled eyes before death."
"Actually, it's not that they don't understand, I don't understand either." Hercules said in a low voice, "I don't understand why my self-exiled journey of atonement became a so-called heroic legend, and I don't understand why I became a hero. Son of Zeus.
I also don’t understand why I, a madman who killed his wife and children, killed his teachers and friends, became a hero in Greece. "
He slowly raised his head and looked at Char, "Destiny, it's really a dramatic thing, isn't it?"
Xia Yajiang poured himself another cup of tea. He was still speechless. The stream on one side was flowing along the path. A breeze blew by, and the leaves made a pleasant rustling sound. Maple leaves and ginkgo leaves fell. Between red and yellow, it is a beautiful scene.
Before we knew it, it was late autumn.
These gorgeous fallen leaves will eventually become nutrients for the soil, nourishing these trees. In the coming year, new branches and leaves will grow, and the cycle begins again and again. Spring passes and autumn comes, carrying out the circle of life.
However, the newly grown leaves will not be the same leaves as in the past. (End of Chapter)
