Chapter 184 He Wants Her Heart to Beat Forever
Two figures, one large and one small, moved forward and backward under the tree at a steady pace.
No one spoke, and silence fell for a moment.
The wild grass growing in the moist soil is green, and the springtails live in the fallen leaves, motionless.
Debbie ignored the mud under her feet and did not follow Vifiya's footsteps.
It wasn't that she couldn't say that she saw God's favored one and was sure who she was looking for, but that she needed to cover up the many futures she had seen.
The future is unpredictable. Even if the world possesses magic and other things that ordinary people cannot reach or touch, the future and destiny are things that are above magicians and below gods.
She had accidentally seen it at the time, and although God did not let her pay the price, she had actually paid a lot.
She spoke carefully, "God's favorite should be dead by now."
Whether or not the girl can guess why she is conducting the experiment and why she is doing all this, she should reasonably tell her something.
The girl in front paused, then continued walking forward.
Vifiya seemed to accidentally let the necklace around her neck slip out of her collar.
Debbie couldn't see the girl's face, so she couldn't see her expression.
After they walked for a while, she heard the girl ask, "If you knew the future, would you still continue with your choice?"
"Why not?" Debbie asked without hesitation.
Vifiya didn't ask any more questions, and stroked the small cloth bag across her body.
Now, everything starts to be sorted out again.
Debbie Fiorella, an exiled magician who attempted to conduct human experiments, faked her own death after being discovered and escaped. She then collaborated with the King of Iscana to continue her unfinished experiments.
According to normal time calculation, her experiment has been successful.
She went to Saint Fagus Island, looking for the exception in the world, and met the one who should have died...
There was a slight pause in Vifiya's thoughts, Isidore.
The fingertips moved unconsciously.
After seeing him, Debbie was completely certain that she was the exception in the world. She was just certain and didn't do anything else.
It was important to confirm her matter, but not important enough for Debbie to get too involved. It was just a confirmation.
According to Avril, the magician died this year.
The footsteps lifted, leaving a depression in the grass.
Someone who walks her own path with conviction, the reasons for Debbie’s actions cannot be known or spoken.
Vifia is very familiar with the whys that are connected by a thread. What Debbie did might be related to the world.
Debbie's last words and the deal with Helena could both serve as evidence. Even if Vifia didn't know the specifics of the deal, she could still make a deal with the usurper...
Vifiya stopped and turned to face Debbie. In the moonlight, the girl's eyes were firm, and a tentative flash of light flashed across them: "What will happen to the world in the future?"
Every time she died, what would happen to the world in the future that she didn't know?
Debbie's heart trembled. Vifia's eyes were so determined, so determined that Debbie thought she really knew everything, and all she needed was one last clue to connect everything.
Too smart! Debbie's eyelashes fluttered uncontrollably. She opened her mouth and found there was so much she couldn't say.
Perhaps it was because she had been alone on the road she insisted on taking for a long time. It was a long road with no end in sight, a road covered in fog and stained with blood, and no one was in sight.
She has always understood that there is no way anyone else could appear on her path.
Now that there's suddenly someone who can guess roughly what she's saying without her having to say it all, it's normal for her to want to tell him everything, right?
Her eyelids fluttered open and closed. What could she do? This was her own path, and since she had chosen it, she shouldn't regret it.
The clouds in the sky passed over the moon, and strands of silver light passed through the gaps between the leaves of the bushes. On the girl's neck, her necklace hung steadily, stained with moonlight.
How could a magician who has been conducting human experiments for many years not experiment on himself?
Although her eyes could not see as far as Avril, they were enough to see the girl clearly, including the stone on her necklace.
Her beating heart suddenly stopped, as well as her breathing. Debbie couldn't help but take half a step forward, staring at Vifiya's necklace. There was something very familiar on it, her completely magical creation.
It should be in the Padica Palace now, with candles still burning.
Vifiya saw all of Debbie's reactions.
How could she not see what Debbie had left behind for her? Since she couldn't get anything out of him, she might as well give her a little provocation.
While Debbie was stunned, the girl walked towards her step by step in the moonlight.
She stood on tiptoe, her fingers sliding over the necklace, and tilted her head: "Looks familiar, right?"
The girl's eyes were filled with smiles, hiding the calculations in them: "It's something you left for me."
Strictly speaking, that wasn't true. After all, their encounter had just happened now, and whatever message Debbie wanted to leave her would have to wait until their encounter was over.
The magician in front of her breathed rapidly, lowered his head and grabbed her necklace, his eyes never leaving the apatite on the necklace.
Her hands were shaking.
The two were so close that Vifia could even feel the magician's breath on her face, and the eyes she had seen once in the apatite were trembling.
Debbie's reaction was more dramatic than she had imagined.
The fish-white skin next to the bronze gold showed a hint of red, and her breathing suddenly became lighter, as if she was afraid of disturbing something.
"I won." She whispered.
"I won?" She let go of Vifia's necklace, staggered back a step, and looked incredulous. "I won."
She raised her head, and a cool breeze swept across her cheeks. The sparse stars in the night twinkled, changing into tiny lights of different colors.
It was no different from every day and night she had seen in the past.
Her heart was beating in her chest, and she gradually became confused. She actually won?
It's been too long.
She bent down and covered her face with her hands. A sound came out through her fingers, and it was unclear whether she was crying or laughing.
How lucky! How lucky!
Her way, her way...
I see the end.
She finally saw the end.
Her decision was not wrong, her path was correct, and what she feared, the blood on her hands, and the resentment of others, no longer mattered.
Without moving her hands, she looked up and saw the girl standing in the shadow of the bushes, looking at her calmly.
In the future, she will encounter her masterpiece and obtain her completely magical creation.
Then……
God dropped a drop of blood, and God fulfilled the bet.
Her fully magical creations will undergo divine transformation and become...
"I made a bet with God." Debbie straightened up and took a deep breath, so that she wouldn't lose her composure when talking to Xiao Hui.
Vifia's expression remained unchanged. She suppressed her surprise and listened carefully to what she would say next. As she expected, Debbie did not explain the specific content of the bet.
"A gamble where you don't know who wins or loses." She smiled, mockingly, yet with a touch of the confidence that comes from a genius. "He lost."
Is it because of apatite? Vifiya pondered, apatite really had uses that she didn't know about.
Debbie took a step forward, put her arm around her shoulders, and walked in the direction she was heading. "Let's go, keep going."
Vifia suppressed the discomfort of being touched by someone she didn't know. Debbie wouldn't reveal anything more, but it was enough.
Two figures, one big and one small, walked side by side under the swaying moonlight.
"The king is going to kill you." The girl said in a normal tone.
"I know." The magician also didn't care.
The silver wheel hung on one side, covered by clouds, and seemed to be swaying.
The boy with shoulder-length green hair sat on a dead tree trunk in the clearing, looking towards the bushes not far away.
She hasn't come yet.
He should have gone to find her, but when he did, he didn't listen to her properly.
The boy lowered his eyes. He was very conflicted. Should he be obedient or disobey her?
This was the first time in a long time that he felt a deep sense of ambivalence.
He didn't know what to do.
The giant snake was chasing her, why wasn't it chasing him?
She said he must die before her.
She said that if she died he would definitely not be able to live.
She also said that he must die with her.
The boy pondered her words carefully in his mind.
With her...
To be with her...
She didn't abandon him.
A subtle feeling secretly arose in his heart, which could be considered joy.
He also didn't understand why he should follow her and why he should listen to her.
What did she mean to him? He didn't know.
He raised his hand, and the girl's silk thread was wrapped around his wrist.
He was thinking, and subconsciously wanted to use the strength he had to protect the silk thread, but then he remembered her instructions and had to stop.
He wanted to be able to describe how he felt, and he thought back to other people who had shown him the same emotion before, and the word they had used was something like hate.
He doesn't hate it.
He didn't hate her, he didn't hate her lines.
He hated the blood in her thread, even if it was her blood.
Mosquitoes buzzed above the swamp, and he could clearly feel the moisture from the air on his fingertips.
He is not a fool. Just because he has not paid attention to something does not mean he does not know it.
For example, death.
He had seen many deaths, including his own possible death every time due to malicious intent.
Collapsing to the ground, silently, with the body turning cold, is a state called death.
They no longer walk, no longer have any expressions, their bodies will bloom, and when they bloom at their most gorgeous, they will quietly wither.
The heart stopped beating.
The silver eyes moved slightly in the darkness, and the heartbeat stopped?
He straightened his back, blinked slowly and blankly, as if trying to clear away his doubts.
No more heartbeat?
"Bang, bang, bang." In the quiet night, it was his heartbeat, and he seemed to hear her heartbeat.
He looked around in confusion, but there was nothing but moonlight on the ground.
He had to die with her? If her heart stopped beating...
The heart in my chest began to beat uncontrollably, and it was another unfamiliar emotion.
He hates it.
The lower his head drooped, the more disgusting he became.
He had to die before her? Her heart was still beating. Realizing this, he suddenly felt good, and the depression of her absence also eased a little.
He must die with her, he must die before her.
The boy repeated it silently in his heart.
Some insect on the grass flew past his feet.
For the first time, his lowered eyes carefully looked at everything around him, at everything that existed in the world with him.
The jumping insects, the fragrance of the soil, the green of the wild grass, the chirping of insects everywhere...
Is this all she heard and saw?
He wants...
He wanted her heart to beat forever, to beat vigorously.
He wants it.
want to.
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