A heartwarming daily life farming novel, occasionally also a passionate epic.
Spears spread across the wilderness like a thriving forest. Glorious knights march in formation, and countless bl...
"The seventh test passed." A cold and slightly joyful voice came from the headset, followed by a burst of congratulatory voices.
"It should be safe now."
"There's still hope."
"I'm really looking forward to it."
Everyone in the research room had a look of joy on their faces, and several witches present were talking in low voices.
"Loran is becoming more and more skilled."
"But I'm still a little worried." Unlike those researchers, they, as witches, actually understand the dangers deep in the Sea of Aegeka better.
"It's hard to dissuade her now. I can only pray silently."
After repeated verification and testing, the real plan began to be put on the agenda. Loran Hill was also thinking about what might happen after he left, and sat down to prepare in advance.
Of the three crowns, aside from the Star Crown, which she herself couldn't fully control and transfer, the Moon Crown could be entrusted to Vimiya, and the Sun Crown to Keti. Both were of the same original origin as her, naturally possessing a high affinity and ability to bear the crowns.
"I don't want Roland to go." Katie hugged Roland Hill's arm, still a little reluctant to let him go. She didn't quite understand those complicated experiments, but she instinctively felt worried and scared, afraid that Roland would never come back.
"Maybe we should wait a little longer? There may be a better way in the future." Vimiya also said so.
"We can't wait any longer. There are many crises, not just the Chaos Phantom, but also internal problems and even threats from other civilizations hidden in the starry sea."
"Large-scale actions by Earth civilization today are difficult to hide in the vast universe. Powerful civilizations can more or less sense them."
"We are in the open, and they are in the dark. There are too many unpredictable situations. If we don't cut the Gordian knot quickly, the longer it takes, the more time it will take to do anything."
"Now the Earth's civilization is still in its rising period after breaking out of the star system. All walks of life have the warmth of the dawn of the times, and everyone is united. But it may not be the case in the future. There have always been many stories of rise and fall. Now is a rare window of opportunity." Loran Hill shook his head.
"If you indulge in the warmth of the moment, you will lose the ability to cope with the cold in the future. The truth is to build a warm house before winter comes."
"You are still so clear-headed." Weimiya looked at the silver-haired girl, not knowing whether to praise her or pity her.
"This isn't a character that can be cultivated in a warm and beautiful environment. He must have gone through a lot of hardships in the past."
"Before? I guess so, but my memory of that time is a little vague." Loran Hill used his fingers to tidy up the hair beside his ear.
"It's time to go. From now on, I'll leave Keti to you."
"Woo, Loran." Katie hugged Loran Hill tightly, reluctant to let him go.
"It's okay, I will be back." Loran Hill comforted her, then rubbed his forehead lightly against Katie's warm hair.
A week later, the journey to explore the depths of the Sea of Aegeka officially began.
In the early stage, with the assistance of several other witches, Loran Hill easily avoided the chaotic phantoms wandering in Aijiaka, and went deeper step by step until the witches who were traveling with her could no longer hold on. She asked her companions to return, and then she continued to move towards the deeper shore.
"I have placed 'chains' on you. If I feel something is wrong, or if there is no response within a period of time, the 'door' will open and force you to return." When they parted, the Witch of Locks and the Witch of Doors floated in front of Loran Hill, giving him his final instructions.
"Thanks."
Then the two witches waved their hands and gradually disappeared into the Sea of Aegeka.
Now, I am alone, Loran Hill thought to himself, and then continued to go deeper.
Far away from all the sounds, colors and touches of the world, Loran Hill seemed to have stepped into a world of eternal darkness and silence.
All senses began to fade away, and the world became exceptionally quiet.
It was so quiet that only the thoughts or memories that flashed through my mind began to form some kind of hallucination.
It seems that the voices in these memories are real and appear in my ears.
When all the fluctuations, perceptions, and ups and downs disappear, the various fantasies, sounds, and thoughts in one's mind become clearer and clearer.
This clarity slowly brought about a kind of fear, as if there were several different selves inside my body, they were talking and discussing something, but if I listened carefully, I could not understand or remember anything they said.
Everything started to become bizarre.
When I was a child, I ran on the street, and the black and white TV made a crackling sound when I turned the round knob, and then slowly switched channels.
I was kicked to the ground and felt dizzy and painful as my nose hit the ground.
The figures spoke indistinct words, and blood from their noses seeped between their lips.
Even in this vague memory, the taste of blood is still so clear, with a hint of sweetness and stickiness.
My mother's angry expression, her rolled eyes, her trembling body, the sight of her kneeling on the cold floor, and the voices of dissuading relatives coming and going.
Under the dim light stained with oil, eyes opened in the middle of the night, the dark shadow outside the window, and unspeakable fear.
The frantic struggle, the pain of torn hair, the blood-stained wooden board, the girl's screams, the silence of lying under the shadowless lamp, the cold feeling of the needle and thread piercing the scalp under the anesthetic.
The alleys are filled with barbecues and wine bottles, greasy keyboards and mice, pictures of changing light and shadow, and obsessed and gloomy faces.
The cold night sky, a dazed child in the fluorescent light, the roar of airplanes, a hospital late at night, signature books in black and white, and familiar figures arriving one by one.
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