At first, there was a sea of warm light that you could swim in. White, unrecognizable, transparent seawater filled the area around your body. However, the surroundings that should have been empty changed slightly over time. Physical meaning The color changes on the surface are also constantly entangled to outline a phantom-like scene.
"……ah."
The will to understand extends in this space, driving these phantom-like pictures to begin to change. The oil smeared on a canvas then continues to entangle, stir, mix, and change, and the passing light and shadow are also in this process. Continuously accelerating, like a revolving lantern that is constantly rotating with the light.
"ah."
The fantasy that ordinary people cannot understand seems to become understandable in this process, and it is even mixed with many feelings of happiness, pride, anger, sadness, etc. They stir and merge together, and finally turn into a terrifying mouth of blood. He struggled to crawl, stood up, and kept running away before the bloody mouth was about to swallow him. The void that became walkable gradually became slimy and muddy in the process of running, and finally turned into an endless abyss that collapsed and collapsed.
"Ah!"
The warmth that was originally lingering has now turned into boundless coldness. The feeling of losing his footing and falling along with the sound of breaking through the air keep flying past his ears. The screams he makes involuntarily are also in the churning air, and they keep passing in front of him. The limbs and blood were flying and accelerating, being pulled and broken before his eyes: "Ah——!"
"Ah ah ah ah ah--!"
As if he had just woken up from some kind of nightmare, Chris let out a miserable scream, and his grasping hands suddenly rose up in the final struggle, forming a straight line with his pale and frightened face: "Haha …Ha…ha…cough! Cough, cough, cough!”
"It looks like I just had a nightmare."
The feeling of tinnitus gradually faded away, and the voices became discernible in the hearing. The sound of pacing, accompanied by the slight sound of wind, passed by an edge of the dim vision in front of me: "You are very weak now, so don't panic, take a deep breath. It would be ridiculous if I scared myself to death.”
"Who are you……"
As if he had exhausted all his strength to say the words he wanted to say, Chris' mouth opening movements became slow and distorted. He endured the pain in his chest and turned his head with difficulty, looking at the person who was still pacing from the perspective of the person - it should be said at this time The busy figure was placed in the center of the field of vision: "Who are you...?"
"Everyone likes to call me Gardevoir." The source of the voice did not look back, and the hands that were still busy continued to flicker and flicker on the stone platform in front of him, along with the colorful bottles and jars also placed there. Flying up and down: "You can call me Shana."
"Where is...where is this?"
The blurred vision is gradually becoming clearer, and the dim vision is condensed into an endless deep darkness. The large bookshelves are also intertwined at the end of these endless darkness. The almost endless towering and numbers make Ke Reese had the illusion of falling into an abyss: "Is it... hell?"
"If there really is a plane like hell, I would be happy to get to know it." The figure who was still busy beside the stone platform replied calmly: "I hope there are countless books, records, and... ...Knowledge that can be used for research.”
"Research?" Chris asked subconsciously: "You...you are...a magician?"
"Of course." The black-clothed figure wearing a black veil replied without hesitation: "Although now I prefer to call myself a researcher... um, are you here?"
The busy hands paused for a moment, because another figure in gray robes had already walked out of the dark passage formed by the huge bookshelves nearby. The figure bowed to Gardevoir, and his reply was filled with gratitude: " As soon as I got your news, I rushed over."
"Hmph, I'm not taking care of this little guy for free." The woman who called herself Shana snorted coldly, and her hands returned to steady busyness: "He does have a lot of secrets in him, and it's worth wasting some more on him. time."
"After all, he is the bloodline of Emperor Fleur.
And it's still the kind of person who wakes up. The figure in gray robe continued with a smile: "The reason why the other party wants to capture him is now understood."
"What I saw in him was not such a fate, but...heh, this is not the first time this kind of thing has happened to you." I don't know what she thought of, but the woman in black robe let out a sigh: "Remember to tell him clearly, otherwise——"
The woman did not finish her words, but held the last bottle of potion flying in front of her in the palm of her hand. The man in gray robe who passed by her continued to move forward with a nod, and slowly walked to Ke. Reese's side. His attempt to continue to get up failed due to excessive weakness, and Chris slumped back to his original position. However, what was slightly better than before was that he sensed that the resting point he was borrowing was not a warm bed. But it was an equally cold stone platform: "You...are..."
"Drink it first."
Passing the potion he had just taken to the other person's mouth, Duan Qing shook his head gently: "It should feel better."
A weird and pungent smell occupied his sense of smell, and Chris could not get any other information. The thick liquid finally seeped into his mouth along the medicine bottle Duan Qing raised, and with it, he The voice continued the question: "Anyway, I'm glad you're alive."
"I...cough, cough."
His strength is recovering with the passage of time. Chris is surprised by the effect of this bottle of potion, but compared to the current situation, he is obviously more concerned about the identity of the man in front of him: "I... you... you are... Cough, cough, cough!"
"Okay, okay, don't get excited yet." Patting the other person's back, Duan Qing comforted him in a low voice: "I know you haven't seen the light of day for a long time, and you don't even have the chance to communicate with those who are not imprisoning you. I have spoken to you, and now I have found you again, but not everyone has time to chat with you."
"you you--"
Pointing at Duan Qing's face and choking for a long time, Chris finally swallowed back the words he wanted to spit out. Thousands of thoughts also lingered and echoed in his gradually calming mind, and finally turned into a voice of indifference and sadness. He sighed: "So I'm not dead, right?"
"Yes, it seems that your mind is quite normal." Duan Qing nodded approvingly, and then sat on the edge of the stone platform: "I was also afraid that your mind would be confused, so I rushed over as soon as I received the news, but Now it seems that I was probably worrying too much.”
"But I am a person who deserves to die." Chris lowered his head: "I didn't die in the end. Is it right?"
"I thought Mengzhu had woken you up." His words earned Duan Qing an eye roll: "Why, do you want me to repeat it again?"
"She, how is she?"
Finding that name in the other party's answer, Chris suddenly opened his eyes: "Is she dead?"
"She's fine." Duan Qing shook his head: "Don't worry, she's still alive and kicking, and she'll give you a few more slaps after your charges are proven."
"That... is really great. If possible, I would like to express my gratitude to her in person and my apology." The surprise that appeared on Chris's face then turned into confusion and worry: "But I clearly saw it at the time. arrive--"
"Shh-"
Interrupting the other party's words, Duan Qing gestured with his fingers to stop Chris from asking questions: "If you don't want to be chased by Molnar, you'd better pretend that nothing happened. Do you understand?"
"Mornar? The legendary figure who created the City of Freedom?" His thoughts seemed to become more vivid with the effect of the potion. Chris, who was staring at Duan Qing, turned over the knowledge in his mind: "He Still alive?"
"Forget it, anyway, with your current situation, you will have to face his problem sooner or later." Looking at the other party with his lips curled up, Duan Qing finally gave up on one of his thoughts: "Of course he is still alive, and he is still alive. Very good. He is the type who has too much energy and likes to meddle in other people's business. If you are really not afraid of death, you want to meet this person.
Legend, you can board the bridge on the east coast of the Free City, and then go all the way east - ah, the train leading to the lighthouse should have been repaired by now, and there is also a special teleportation magic circle..."
"Who is he?" Chris, who interrupted Duan Qing's words and pressed his chest, asked hesitantly: "What happened to me?"
"Well, it's very complicated to explain." Scratching the back of his head, Duan Qing replied helplessly: "To put it simply - your destiny has changed. It is possible that you will be included in the blacklist by Molnar." List-like existence, you may now know something you shouldn't know, which is a taboo matter that may involve the origin of the world."
"Of course, you may not yet fully understand what these taboos are and what their meanings are. Before it's too late, I must advise you - don't delve into it." The gray-robed magician's expression changed when he said this. Becoming more and more serious: "As for whether Molnar will find your head because of this matter, and when he will find your head, will there be someone like Molnar who will be found later?" On your head... Well, these are not things I can predict."
"Is Molnar a destiny weaver?" After hesitating for a long time, Chris looked at Duan Qing and asked, "Are you also a destiny weaver?"
"Me? I shouldn't be, right?" Pointing to his nose, Duan Qing shook his head in a funny way: "If I were one of them, then I wouldn't have to live so hard now."
"I knew that resurrecting from the dead was not that simple, nor could it be without paying any price."
Chris lowered his head sadly and was silent for a moment before finally sighing: "When I was... on the train, I remember being grabbed by the throat by that person, and then... and then..."
"We are also investigating the detailed situation." Duan Qing stopped the man in front of him from racking his brains to recall: "The person who caught you and wanted to kill you is definitely unusual, but it is very difficult to investigate his identity and origin. Before this clue comes to fruition, you'd better not show up easily."
"Can I ask, 'am I still alive?'" His words inevitably led to Chris's question: "Is Chris, the prince of the empire, still a person who should be alive?"
"You really don't need to waste many brain cells when communicating with smart people." Duan Qing let out a low laugh: "Then I don't have to waste any more words - what are you going to do in the future?"
"..."
After falling into silence for a while, Chris finally shook his head: "I don't know."
"As we negotiated on the train before, we have plenty of room to arrange your place." Duan Qing smiled and pointed to the left and right: "The Holy Mountain, the major tribes on the Wind Continent, or this Void Library - from In terms of safety, this library should be the safest place."
"This is the Void Library?" So Chris once again looked around at the countless huge bookshelves: "That legendary inaccessible place that hides countless secrets of the world? How did you find such a place? of?"
"Because Shana is one of the administrators - ah, the lady you just met before." Duan Qing pointed to the direction where the lady in black had left: "You and me, and others Several of us are considered temporary tenants staying here."
"...Can I also stay here?"
"You have to ask Ms. Shana, or her sister Ms. Rona."
Responding to the other party's hesitant and expectant face, Duan Qing then pinched his chin as if remembering something: "But we are almost all temporary boarders. Except for Fula, no one is in this void library. I’ve stayed there for too long, and I don’t know if long-term boarding will be harmful to the human body.”
"I, I should be fine." Chris, who was pressing his chest, hurriedly assured: "No more
No matter how bad the conditions are, they should be better than the dungeon environment in the principality, right? What’s more, there are so many books to read here——”
"I can't make the decision on this matter. I will convey your request to Ms. Shana." He waved his hand to stop Chris's excited behavior. Duan Qing stood up and then smiled again: "Your accommodation The environment, responsibilities and obligations that you need to abide by will also be decided by Ms. Shana - I tell you quietly, I think there should be no problem."
"Just relax and wait."
After the gray-robed magician said these words, he stood up again in the direction he came from. He left a final expression of comfort to Chris, and then took hurried steps as if he was in a hurry to attend an appointment. At the end of the dim field of vision where the gray-robed magician was about to leave, a beautiful girl in white with long black hair was standing there gracefully. She greeted the gray-robed magician's arrival and then stared at her. The blinded Chris gave one last casual glance, then took Duan Qing's hand and disappeared into the darkness between the huge bookshelves.
