Chapter 250: The Chaos of the Message Remains
"Is this the world you created?"
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"I will call them, Elves, and I will give them long, thin ears to listen to the wind of freedom."
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"To Bhumalinda Revalega, the beloved friend of the goddess Lehomi."
"Blue is free, the sky is free."
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“They’re killing people.”
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"Do you like this world?"
“I love the world you created.”
"Do you love them?"
"Of course, just like I love freedom."
The exquisite classical lyre shone brightly, and Vifiya saw Valega's life in the remains of the old dust monument after a long absence.
[Eyes] were still floating around Vifiya, each of them with their eyes, tacitly not communicating, and they continued to move forward.
The reason why Vifiya chose not to leave for the time being was very simple. Due to the special nature of the Old Dust Monument, it was a very suitable place for collecting information.
Besides, Zander also reminded her that she would never be able to come back after she left. Was it in this life, or in every life to come?
She has always understood the importance of seizing opportunities.
The stories recorded on the old dust monument were complicated. Vefia was not interested in all of them, and even less interested in some people's...special habits. She stepped onto new blocks of color step by step, and the light of the lyre became warmer and warmer.
It's great here. These four words suddenly flashed through her mind, so light and airy that no matter how hard Vifiya tried to recall them, she couldn't grasp the light words.
When she regained her composure, she found herself standing still in a gravel-like area. She raised her eyes and stared at the shadow in front of her.
In the dim cell, the man had an indifferent look in his eyes and a slightly childish face.
She picked up a knife and gently stabbed the heart of the fat man who was tied to a wooden frame and his skin was torn apart.
"Everyone thought you were dead," she said calmly.
The man, like a dead pig, raised his eyes with difficulty, and the moment he saw her, he suddenly struggled violently and desperately.
"Thank me." Her words were steady. "Every day you live is a gift from me to you."
Blood dripped down the man's body, and he shouted angrily: "Damn it...!"
The cold light pierced into his mouth, and the man's whole body twitched. He couldn't even wail, and his face became hideous because of the severe pain.
The man said, "I didn't hear what you said."
As he spoke, he pushed the knife in even harder: "You can be louder."
There was no expression on her face, yet for some reason one could sense she was in a good mood. "Don't worry, I'll chop off your head and put an end to your stinking life. I'll then make it into an ornament and place it in Darkron Palace, so you can see how I can hold onto my high seat."
Vifiya's eyes were calm as she watched the bright red staining the prison cell and the man's gorgeous clothes. She raised her hand and slashed with the knife, leaving only the horrifying despair on the man's face.
The spherical head rolled on the ground. She casually dropped the knife, took out a clean handkerchief, and wiped the blood between her fingers bit by bit.
The tiredness that had always been in her eyes seemed to have faded a lot. She glanced sideways, her light purple eyes raised, and her eyes met the dark pupils.
She opened her mouth and uttered silently: "Long time no see, Marquis Kesley."
Vifiya was startled, and at the same time, the shadow disappeared.
"Miss Vifia." [Eyes] suddenly called her attention back seriously, "Please don't go any further."
Before Vifia could say anything, the Eye explained, "The remains of the Old Dust Monument are in disarray. You will lose yourself in the story."
The stories recorded in the Old Dust Monument span a huge period of time. Once completely disordered, people in the Old Dust Monument will lose themselves in the numerous stories.
The reminder from [Eyes] also made Vifiya realize that something was wrong with her. She seemed to have unconsciously forgotten the idea of stopping at the right time.
"[Eyes]." She looked down at the lyre in her hands. The strings shimmered, a line stretched out lightly, stretching into the distance. "Let's go."
"Okay." [Eyes] hid his figure and followed her silently.
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In front of the brightly lit hotel, foreigners come and go from time to time.
Kaharun put down the bamboo basket he was carrying, and the stones made a crisp sound.
He casually wiped the sweat from his face. Beside him, Bringa nodded with satisfaction, looked at the map in her hand, and said, "We'll reach the mermaid's territory tomorrow."
Kaharun lowered his head in her direction. "Actually, I can teleport everyone directly to the Simparai ruins."
Sarek glanced at her, but Brynja explained before he could say anything: "It's my habit to collect ore along the way."
She closed the map, handed it to Sarek, and reached for the ore in the bamboo basket. "The ore we've collected so far isn't our goal. The most important thing is that we need the sea-stained flower marrow, which is unique to the mermaid territory, for preparations for this holy meeting."
Hearing her say this, Kaharun nodded. It wasn't that he was bothered by carrying a basket of stones every day. Along the way, he could guess that collecting ores was Brynja's hobby. He made the suggestion just to give the two dwarves another choice. Now he was an apprentice and still in the Western Continent, so naturally everything still followed the plan of the two dwarves.
"Anyway," Sarek said, seeming to be in a good mood, "you and Arnold should go back to the hotel and rest."
Arnold remained quiet and did not join in their conversation. The time they had spent together was enough for him to understand what the dwarf meant.
He and Brinja are going to have a drink.
Normally, as a master craftsman, he should not indulge in drinking while on the road, but they have never delayed their work because of drinking, so of course he and Kaharun did not talk much.
Seeing her apprentice putting the ore into the magic circle, Brynja smiled and said, "Well, you and Arnold just need to go in and tell us our names."
After saying this, the two dwarves disappeared without a trace, unable to wait for their response.
Kaharun and his companion familiarly reported the dwarf's name at the front desk and successfully got the room key. The only surprise was that there were only three vacant rooms, but that was not a problem for them, as he and Arnold could squeeze in.
Another surprise was that the reputation of the two men who forcibly destroyed the White Realm from outside Gray Mane City spread more widely than that they were apprentices of the Great Craftsman. Many alien races even surrounded them and tried to ask them for details about their experience in the White Realm.
The fact that the two of them were human spread quickly, which was within Kaharun's expectations. He had never thought of hiding their human identity. As for how they passed through the giant screen, of course they accidentally touched it while traveling.
The aliens were very accepting of the fact that they were human. Arnold was always indifferent, so Kaharun became the focus of the aliens' inquiries. He spent a lot of energy to deal with it, but in the end Arnold just picked him up and left.
Thanks to Arnold, Kaharun thought, there were so many aliens, and their emotions were so urgent that he couldn't find a reason to be vague about it.
He accepted Arnold's help with peace of mind. Now they didn't need to spread their reputation. After all, their original intention was to find Osha. Vifiya had already written to him yesterday, saying that she and Isidore had met Osha in the Elf King's Court.
The two of them ate something in the room and then went to wash up.
Kaharun walked out of the bathroom and wiped his hair casually. The spring weather was not cold, but not hot either.
Sarek had found them both clothes, which were tunics and trousers.
Now that they were out and about, and the hotel didn't provide house slippers, they put their boots back on and tucked their trousers into them, also to prevent any accidents, after all, house slippers were not suitable for movement.
Unlike him who wore a long-sleeved top, Arnold wore a sleeveless top.
Kaharun looked at the man who was carefully wiping the sword, and seriously wondered who would have more beautiful muscle lines, Arnold or Osa.
Before he could come up with an answer, he heard a familiar wave of magic from the side. He subconsciously cast a soundproof spell and took the paper that was spit out from the magic circle.
The thin parchment gave him a bad feeling. It was their custom to put the letter in an envelope. Even in a hurry, they would add magic to the paper to prevent the letter from being seen by others.
He unfolded the paper that was folded in half, and his originally calm expression changed instantly after he saw the contents.
Arnold, who had just sheathed his sword, looked up.
"Vefia is missing."
Kaharun scratched his head irritably and handed Isidore's letter over: "They're already looking for it."
Arnold took a few steps forward and took it. The content of the letter was very simple: Vifiya is missing, the reason is unknown, and she is being searched for.
The hand holding the paper turned pale, and the other hand holding the sword gradually gained strength.
"If we had known earlier, we would have gone over and joined them." Kaharun looked annoyed. No, Isidore and the others didn't notice it, so they might not be able to discover anything either.
But if they had been together from the beginning...
No.
The panic lasted only a moment, and Kaharun quickly calmed down. He and Arnold were still at the border of the orc and merman territories. They couldn't offer any effective help for Vifia's disappearance. Isidore and his men were already searching...
The important thing is that the reason for her disappearance is unknown. The fact that Isidore wrote to tell them means that he hopes they can also pay more attention to whether there are any abnormalities happening here.
"Let's go out for a walk." Arnold's calm voice came into his ears.
The two looked at each other and saw the same decision in each other's eyes.
Even if they went there now, they probably wouldn't be able to help much, so it would be better to take advantage of their current convenience...
After figuring it out, Kaharun couldn't help but look at Arnold with concern. He was Vifiya's knight, and he used to follow Vifiya wherever she went.
This time he came to the Western Continent, it was probably the longest time he had been away from Vifiya.
The reason why he agreed to go to the Simparae ruins with Brynja was to avoid looking for other people without any clues. Now Arnold is still here because he got Vifiya's instructions.
Otherwise, he would have rushed to meet up with Vifiya long before he made the decision to go to the Simparai ruins.
"There's no use blaming yourself." Kaharun stared at him and said.
Arnold handed the letter to him, and his grip on the scabbard loosened as he put it back on his waist. "I know."
The two of them could go out without making any preparations. As soon as Kaharun, who was closest to the door, touched the handle, he suddenly sensed something. He stopped Arnold and retreated cautiously.
Arnold put his hand on the hilt of his sword and followed his gaze to the other side of the room.
In the empty room, a transparent line turned lightly, and after it dissipated, it became water-like ripples, which spread out and expanded.
A dark-haired girl clutched a lyre in her arms and danced lightly on her toes, creating ripples.
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