Chapter 246: Dead Tree (Part 4) She and the Tree

It was brilliant, without a flicker.

Vifiya fell silent. Perhaps the matter was more serious than she had imagined.

No wonder there is no record of this in the history books of the East Continent. All the memories of humans and alien races have been tampered with.

War, hatred... Few people or alien races noticed anything was wrong.

If all the human aliens present at the time had died, the history that has been passed down to this day would not have mentioned that strange cooperation.

So, the real question is, who is leading the war and where is this place?

"Miss Vifia." [Eyes] suddenly interrupted her thoughts with a wary voice, "There is someone ahead."

Vifiya was startled, but her expression did not change. She opened her eyes, and a look of vigilance was hidden in her dark eyes.

A child in his early teens with ear-length white hair walked slowly towards them.

The child looked innocent, but Vifiya didn't believe he was really innocent.

The child stepped forward, but she did not move, only slightly turning her right hand to hide the faint golden light on her wrist.

The man stopped two meters in front of her, looked up, and stared at her with his bright green eyes.

He suddenly arched his brows and smiled brightly, "I didn't expect to meet a guest."

He glanced to the side and said in surprise, "There are still two of them."

Vifiya's eyes flickered: "Excuse me, are you the owner of this place?"

The child shook his head: "No, how could I be the owner of this place?"

He tilted his head and asked doubtfully, "Guest, are you in any trouble?"

"Yes." Vifiya followed up his words and asked, "Has anyone else come here before?"

"Well..." The child shook his head, "Not everyone can enter here if they want to."

He smiled and said, "If you need anything, you can ask me and I will tell you."

Weifeiya didn't speak immediately. She raised the corners of her lips with a smile: "Will you really tell me?"

The child blinked blankly.

"teacher."

As the words fell, the childish innocence gradually faded away, leaving only a vague sense of playfulness.

"It's become less fun as you grow older." Zander said with a hint of disappointment, "It seems your taste has improved a bit over the years."

Vifiya mercilessly sabotaged the situation: "Except for you, there is no one else who has the same bad taste as you."

Hearing this, Zander was thoughtful: “Aren’t all children like this?”

"Yes, you played it perfectly."

Vifia did not recognize the child in front of her as her teacher at first. After all, her impression of her teacher was still that of an old man like Iska.

He played the child perfectly, but it was so perfect that it seemed fake, especially in front of her.

Her teacher is very similar to [Vefiya] in some ways. One is more malicious when facing her, and the other is more likely to lie.

That’s right, [Vifiya] likes to ask her to guess which one is true and which one is false among true and false words, or, none of the words are true and none of them are false.

Vifiya knew that Zander had his own way of recognizing her, and she would never try to understand his background.

But now…

"So it appeared on Perfection." Zander suddenly realized, his eyes rolled, and he asked jokingly, "Then why did you come here, my good student?"

"Where is the teacher?" Vifiya asked, "Why is the teacher here?"

Xander said as a matter of course: “I came if I wanted to.”

"Do you know where this is?"

Xander smiled wryly: "Do you think I will really tell you?"

Vifiya put on a friendly smile and said, "Of course, I believe you are a kind-hearted citizen and a good teacher who cares about students."

Zander's smile faded. It was hard for him not to suspect that she was deliberately disgusting him. Forget about being a kind-hearted citizen, but a good teacher? Forget it. Since she praised him, did he still need to play the role of a good teacher from today on?

How did he teach her before she was alive and before he accepted her as his student?

Unfortunately, Zander didn't know that even if he knew himself well, he couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't dig a hole for himself.

He knew that his student had lived many lives, but it was she, not him, who had the memories of the past.

Did he really act like a good teacher on a whim?

Well, he is a good teacher after all.

The hesitation was eliminated in an instant, and Zander said indifferently: "It's just a dead tree."

"Do you like it?" Zander asked, "If you like it, even though it will take up some time, it's not impossible for me to chop it up for you to play with."

Just treat it as a gift of consolation from him, as if it had happened to her many times.

Before Vifia had time to think about his description of space, the latter part of his words almost made her think that he was having a bad taste again.

Her expression remained unchanged as she looked down at his face, a flash of surprise crossing her face. He was actually serious.

Beneath the brilliance of the ground, in a place that Vifia couldn't see, the surging tide of corpses became more agitated because of his words, and the blood-stained bones scrambled to try to break through the colors and grab the girl's ankles.

Zander lowered his eyes, and a flash of silver light passed by.

The zombies suddenly hesitated, and one by one began to raise their heads until their necks were pressed against their backs, regardless of whether they had heads or not.

They dropped their hands at the same time strangely, as if they had lost what they were chasing, and swayed from side to side in a daze.

Zander raised his eyes and smiled meaningfully: "You are so welcome, my good student."

He turned and took a step forward.

The sudden words were incomprehensible. Vifiya opened and closed her eyes, and took a step forward to follow where he had stepped.

"Do you like stories?" Xander asked slowly.

“That depends on the story,” Vifiya replied.

"That means you like stories. There are so many stories recorded in the tree anyway, there's bound to be one you like."

Xander, adhering to the idea of ​​being a good teacher now, said, “This dead tree records all the real things that have happened in this world.”

He stopped and turned his head in her direction: "Every life has it."

Vifiya's eyelids twitched, and she instantly felt that Zander was unreliable. Compared to Vifiya who liked to speak half-truths, the truthfulness of Zander's words was close to the truth, but because of his bad taste, he preferred to speak half-truths.

For example, when he taught her how to make the magic recovery potion, he would deliberately hide the name of the potion and hide a piece of it among all the prices she needed to pay, letting her figure it out on her own.

Now, a tree that records the world, even if he cuts it down for her, she won’t dare to take it.

"Teacher, what exactly is this place?"

"A dead tree."

Zander's answer made Vifiya fall silent for a moment. She changed the subject and said, "Teacher, I don't want this dead tree. Instead of finding a story I like among all the others, it's better to..."

Her eyes twinkled: "Tell me a story that will interest me."

Zander looked up when he heard that, his clear green eyes reflecting the semicircle of the meteor in the dome. He turned to face Vifiya and looked her up and down without any concealment, his expression was indistinguishable.

After a moment, he looked directly into those bottomless black pupils: "What a perfect coincidence."

Vifiya didn't ask what he meant. Where in the world is there such a thing as a perfect coincidence?

He asked, "Where did you put the herbal bag I gave you in Iskandar when you returned?"

"Marquis's Mansion."

After receiving the answer, Xander did not move, but instead shifted his gaze to the side of his [Eye]: "So, you often see herbal bags, right?"

Vifiya glanced.

The sun and moon pupils of [Eyes] swung between the two humans. [Eyes] hadn't said anything before because it didn't know how to bring it up with Vifiya. Now that Zander brought it up, [Eyes] followed the words and a Saiga word appeared in mid-air: "The herbal bag has the same aura as this place."

"If I didn't remember the scent of the herbal bag, even if I had an agreement with Miss Vefia, I wouldn't be able to accurately enter the space with her."

"Do you know who I am?"

Vifiya sensed a hint of hostility in [Eyes]'s words for no reason, and [Eyes] was wary of Zander.

She secretly observed [Eyes] and the teacher. This was the first time she saw [Eyes] show hostility.

Xander glanced at her, looking like she was watching the fun, and replied [eyes]: "I don't know everything, I just asked you to protect her."

When Vifiya heard these few words, her mind went through several circles.

First, this place is dangerous for her; second, Xander knew she would come here.

It is indeed not a coincidence.

In the Elf King's Court, the blue cloth given by Hefa became hot, and then she came here. She could vaguely determine that it was related to the statue.

The blue cloth was originally given by Valega to the Ganache family. The connection between her and Valega is the power that belongs to Valega in her.

Valega… She lowered her eyes and silently recited His name, her gaze falling on Zander, who was much shorter than her.

The child noticed her gaze, and the beautiful eyes on the delicate face that could not be distinguished between male and female looked at her.

Look, just look, the same gaze that Vephia perceived on the statue.

She has always been a good student, so she asked, "Teacher, are you waiting here for me?"

Xander smiled and said, "Yes and no."

He knew she would come here someday, but he didn't know when.

Vifiya continued to ask: "Is it related to the world's dust monument and the power of Valega?"

"Why do you think it has something to do with the world's dust monument?" the child asked.

She chuckled, "Didn't you say it? The tree that records the world and the person who bears the fate of the world, how similar they are."

Even Vifiya still doesn't know how the so-called carrying of fate will manifest itself.

After meeting the teacher in Iskana, she realized that the teacher might know a lot of things, but given his personality, he would not easily tell her unless asked at the right time. Now, his expected meeting was the right time.

At the same time, he would not take the initiative to ask questions or things that she did not mention...

In addition, what Xander thought could threaten her safety was the tree itself, or...

She couldn't see what was below her, but [her eyes] and he could see it. After all, she didn't miss his gaze looking down, his eyes fixed on something.

Xander knew what his good student was thinking, and he took off the lyre from his waist and handed it to her.

Vifiya didn't answer for a moment.

"Don't want to hear the story anymore?" The good student didn't want the tree. As a good teacher, he would of course give her a satisfactory story.

A pair of white and tender hands immediately held it over.

"Just follow the direction Qin gave you and you'll get out. There will be the story you want, but..." Zander smiled faintly, "Once you get out of here, there's no way you can come back."

He waved his hand for her to squat down.

Vifiya half-knelt as she was told, and Zander took a few steps forward, his clear eyes meeting hers. “You are my student after all, you can’t embarrass me.”

"Remember to return my harp to me next time we meet. It would be difficult for a bard to survive without his harp."

Vifiya understood his implication that he would not tell her the story in person.

Perhaps it was because Zander's tender expression at this moment was really rare. After all, he used to either despise her for being mediocre or on the road to despising her for being mediocre.

She thought she should say something.

She opened her mouth and said, "Teacher, you have become so short."

The dazed eyes on the side couldn't help but look over.

Zander's face darkened: "I take back what I said before, you are still as short-sighted as before."

He was still expecting her to say some good student farewell words.

"teacher."

Vifiya's serious voice came, and Zander, thinking that his good student had finally learned to play the role of a good student, snorted softly and looked at her again with reluctance. She said, "Do me another favor."

As a good student, she knew the importance of asking the teacher for help more often before the teacher had a change of heart.

Xander turned around without looking back.

The small figure moved at an incredibly fast speed, and soon became just a tiny dot in Vifiya's eyes.

She shouted out loud in one breath: "Teacher, remember to tell my friends in the Western Continent that I'm fine and don't need to worry!"