Chapter 263 Exchange of Intelligence and Recovery
"Woo woo woo."
"Uh..." Sarek reached out his hand and then withdrew it, looking at the weeping female dwarf, hesitant to speak. "Stop crying."
The dwarf was still sobbing. He looked around for help, but unfortunately there was no one around.
He now desperately hoped that Bringa would suddenly appear like before. He was really not good at dealing with this kind of situation.
Sarek regretted getting up so early. He just wanted to get up early this morning to check on the progress of the Simpalai Holy Society's preparations, but he saw a tribesman looking sad from afar.
He hesitated for a moment, but still came over to ask her if she had any difficulties. After all, if there was really something, it would be better to resolve it earlier so that he could devote more attention to the work of the Simpalai Holy Society.
When the tribesmen told her that her stonemason lover had accidentally fallen off a cliff and died while collecting ore, and when they couldn't help crying, Sarek wanted to run away.
But his moral obligation as a dwarf did not allow him to do such a thing.
It's not that he is cold-blooded, but the alien races who have become craftsmen are very likely to encounter various accidents. They have seen and experienced too much, so they have no feelings about it.
All words are powerless in the face of death.
He was wrong, really.
Finally, the helpless dwarf managed a dry, soothing remark: "Don't be sad. Perhaps your lover will find a new lover beneath the goddess' throne. Cheer up, too. Your future new lover is waiting for you. Keep going."
Sarek thought his words were perfect and there was nothing better to encourage a dwarf to move forward, but the woman cried even harder.
Sarek: “?!”
"Didn't I tell you, if you can't comfort others, then don't comfort them."
The familiar voice sounded like a divine visitation, and Sarek had never been so happy about Brynja's appearance.
Brinja's mouth twitched. She glanced at her old friend speechlessly, then squatted down and gently patted her tribesman's trembling shoulders: "It will pass. Just cry it out."
As she spoke, she carefully wiped away the tears of her people with her rough hands.
With her there, the situation was resolved well.
Only after the tribesmen thanked her and left did Brynja turn her attention to Sarek. Sarek breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I will never help other tribes solve their problems again."
Everything falls into a pair of eyes from afar.
Vifiya did not go over to greet them. She adjusted her steps and walked to the other side.
The charred sand beneath my feet was fine, and the sun shone through the clouds.
She stopped in front of a stream and looked down. The water was clear, reflecting the eyes of [Vefiya].
[Eyes] were hidden in mid-air, following her from a distance, not too far away, looking at the girl who had remained silent ever since His confession.
[Eyes] felt uneasy for the first time. Was it really hard for her to accept?
When a dead life reappears before human eyes, what expression will humans show?
With the universal observation of human beings by [Eyes], human beings will be shocked, panic-stricken, and even question whether the life that appears is real.
[Eyes] I'm sure my confession was well thought out, but will it seem impulsive to Vifiya?
[Eyes] observed the girl's expression, but could not see any emotion on her face.
Is it hard to accept?
No, rather than being difficult to accept, Vifia was more surprised by what the [Eyes] confessed.
[Eyes] have always been honest. She didn't need to question it, as [Eyes] had already provided a lot of evidence.
Her red eyes were complex, and she asked, "So, what do you want me to call you now?"
Vifiya was rarely at a loss. She and Valega had indeed spent some time together, but the emotional connection between them was not particularly strong. Could this be considered a reunion?
She couldn't explain it clearly, so she wanted to ask, are you [Eye] or Valega?
[Eyes] shrunk his body and landed steadily on her shoulder.
"I……"
"I want to revive the name Valega."
"This name has extraordinary meaning to me."
Everything that "Valega" brings is not only sadness, pain, and despair, but also happiness, a past that "He" cannot abandon, and a past that He cannot forget.
Buma Lingdare, whose heart was split into three, was no longer complete until his death, but the [Eyes] that possessed the past had become complete.
It is a kind of proof, a proof of existence in the world, a continuation.
The Eyes need no name because He could never give up the name "Valega".
The sun slowly climbed up the pale blue sky, and its golden reflection rippled slightly in the clear water.
"I am now the rule of the world, a creature of the world. I am no longer the Buma Lingdare born from the chaos of the world."
"Welcome back, Valega."
The little eyes on the girl's shoulder were stunned, and He looked at the girl, whose profile was bathed in the morning light.
Vifiya smiled lightly, her brows softening. "What's there to worry about? Since you are a Valega, you are a Valega, no matter if you are one-eyed or Buma Lingdalie."
"Didn't you say that? The name Valega has a special meaning to you."
She didn't take her eyes off the rising sun. "What's important isn't the carrier, but you as the Valega."
She probably has some say in this matter. After all, many times, her memories are often confused with those of [Vifiya]. In the chaos, she can't tell whether she is a person from another world or [Vifiya].
Now that [Vifiya] has returned, [Vifiya] always consciously helps her clarify the memories between Jiang Suian and [Vifiya]. With [Vifiya] around, she has greatly helped to fix her consciousness of "I" and consolidate her cognition of "I".
The [eyes] in her mind chuckled softly, like a hum, with the gentleness of Valega in Vifiya's memory: "You're right, I just didn't think it through at the moment."
Valega flew off Vifiya's shoulder: "Thank you very much."
Whether it is himself as Buma Lingdare or the current "Him".
Vifiya raised her right hand, and a golden light flashed on her wrist: "What about this? How do you want to deal with it?"
His original words were to inherit his power, but now Valega has returned...
She thought about it and decided to ask one more question.
As if anticipating the girl's question, Valega quickly replied, "I've already given you my power. How can I possibly ask for it back?"
"I have no regrets about passing my power to you. In a sense, Buma Lingdare has indeed fallen."
"Vefia!"
A call came through the charred earth, drawing Vifia's attention.
I saw Kaharun chewing a piece of bread, and Arnold was holding a piece of bread next to her and handed it to her.
Kaharun ate while speaking incoherently: "The dwarves still have some wine, would you like some?"
She took the bread from Arnold and shook her head: "No."
As they spoke, the three of them stood by the stream and ate the bread they brought with them, and Valega stopped talking.
"I took a quick look and found that there aren't many local people in the Simpalai ruins. Most of them are craftsmen and other related personnel who came for the Holy Council," said Arnold.
Vifiya reached behind her with her free hand and pulled out two letters she had written in advance. She handed them in Kaharun's direction: "One for Isidore and Osha, and one for the Elf King."
Kaharun swallowed the bread in his mouth, took it, nodded, and threw it into the magic circle in one go without any doubt.
"Do you have time later?" she asked.
Arnold replied, "The Master asked us to go and see the restoration of the statue of the goddess Lehomi."
"It's okay." Kaharun snapped his fingers and cast a soundproofing spell. "You can tell me anytime."
Upon hearing this, Vifiya finished her bread at an incredible speed, and in a few words she roughly recounted the four hundred years of war and the disasters that the alien races encountered when they came to the Western Continent. Of course, she omitted the part about the abnormalities of the world.
She had only just learned that the [Eyes] were actually Valega, and she had not mentioned it before asking Him if she could tell her.
The letter she wrote to Isidore and the others contained the same content. As for the letter given to the Elf King, it was proposed by [Vifiya] and was about the last words of the former Elf King.
"The great war four hundred years ago..." Kaharun frowned, finished the last bite of bread, and reached out to Arnold for the remaining bread.
He munched on his bread while pondering, "Now that you mention it, I don't seem to have read any record of the war four hundred years ago in the history of the East Continent. Furthermore, there are basically no records of the foreign races of the West Continent either. Could it really have been destroyed by time, by hatred?"
The two did not ask the source of her information, nor did they doubt its authenticity.
Arnold handed the bread to Kaharun beside him and said to Vifia, "It was burned. According to the relevant records I have seen, it was after the war that humans destroyed the records of alien races out of hatred for them."
It was naive to think that destroying the records could erase the other party's existence, but at that time many people actually agreed and even did it spontaneously.
Arnold's words made Vifia roughly recall everything she had heard about the Western Continent so far. Suddenly, her eyes froze, and then quickly returned to normal.
Something completely unrelated to the war came to mind.
It was Ariana who told her when she was still in the Elf King's Court, about the gas from the Western Continent being harmful to humans.
She glanced at Kaharun and the other man calmly. They both seemed to have good appetites and did not seem to have lost their appetite at all.
She looked away. If she remembered correctly, the symptoms Ariana had described were the same as the Tofana Elixir that Black Grandma had introduced to her on St. Fagus Island.
Is there any connection in between?
Vifiya couldn't help but think more, as the information that might be related to Tofana's elixir was basically gone.
She secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and seeing that they had almost finished eating, she talked about the last thing.
"Besides..." She raised her eyes and paused, "After Osha's magic stagnation is resolved and the two of them reunite with us, I will tell you about my business."
The two people opposite were obviously stunned.
Kaharun finished the remaining two or three bites in a few bites, and his mouth was dry from sucking the bread.
Arnold thought for a moment and then said, "If you don't want to..."
"No." Vifiya interrupted him, smiling at them. "Aren't you curious?"
Kaharun rarely suppressed most of his relaxed expression. They were indeed curious, but rather than being curious, they preferred to believe that she had her own reasons.
She had secrets, and they all knew it.
Sometimes she was far away from them, and they understood.
Valega, who was hidden in mid-air, vaguely realized something and put the things he had already drafted and was about to tell her back into his eyes.
Vifiya opened her mouth, a rare look of hesitation appeared on her face, and then she smiled the smile they were familiar with: "I'm afraid I won't have the chance in the future."
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There was a noisy sound coming from the sea.
Unlike what Mowen and the other three mermaids imagined, they should report to the queen first after returning.
But when he entered the palace, he saw that most of the respected members of the tribe were there.
Is it because the remains of Barcelon were destroyed that he is being held accountable?
But Mowen had a vague feeling that it was not the case, and they concealed the doubts in their eyes.
After the ceremony, seeing their confused looks, the Mermaid Queen only praised them for their perfect completion of the Fin Certificate Tour.
Then, a white-haired mermaid took out a stone and let them sense the subtle magic inside.
The magic inside was not unfamiliar, they had seen it in the Basilon Abyss.
It was the power used by that human girl.
Under their surprised gaze, the old mermaid asked, "Where is the successor of Buma Lingdalie?"
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