Chapter 265 Fairy's Dream Dispute
Vifiya regretted what she had said to herself.
She shouldn't have said that.
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On the star-filled Moonwood Pond, in front of a large tree, the prophet of the fairy tribe slowly flapped his wings, and his two small hands were placed on the mirror-like surface of the pond, creating circles of ripples.
Her long purple hair fell on the side of her face, and Vesperis saw her current appearance clearly.
On the beautiful face, the left eye was empty, with faintly visible blood vessels bulging, darker than the night and bottomless.
Just like... that human girl.
The slight movement of air brought the sound of flapping wings, and she withdrew her hand and looked back.
"Lady Vesperis." There was a hint of weariness in the voice.
The little elf stopped not far from her, and she waved, motioning the little elf to come closer to her.
Lunala's wings glided all the way and stopped steadily in front of her.
Vesperis's eyes were gentle as she gently rubbed her head: "Did you have a nightmare?"
Lunala's wings fluttered, and her expression drooped. "I don't want you to worry."
She could never hide it from Vesperis.
Everything in the dream was like a moon pond emitting a halo of light.
A series of shallow and beautiful lakes on the grassland attracted many birds and wild ducks whose names she could not remember to live and play.
A bird with a completely black body was strolling leisurely at the edge of a small lake. Under the halo of light, its feathers were so colorful and shimmering, and its tail feathers fluttered gracefully as it walked. It was a brilliance that she could not help but stare at.
It jumped onto a statue that was lying on its side, half buried in the grass.
It nestled in the statue's neck and rubbed the hard stone.
Only then did Lunala notice the huge old monster in the interweaving of light and shadow.
The statue has its eyes closed, and moss is faintly visible at the edge of the water.
Its face was gentle, and there was a huge, weathered crack at its heart. Birds chirped and came out of the crack. The clear calls seemed to come from far away and could not be heard clearly.
The birds flapped their wings as they stepped on the lake water, splashing water onto the cracked lotus leaves, and the white petals shook and became transparent.
Not far away, there is a small stone that is even more exquisite than ordinary stones. It looks like a dessert for fairies. Several birds of different colors are pecking and kicking at the stone, as if they have encountered something bad.
Under the slight ripples of the lake, Lunala, through the reflection on the water and in the halo, managed to piece together a complete face of the statue.
An inexplicable sense of familiarity spread, and before she could figure it out, she saw in the reflection that the black bird spread its wings and landed next to the eyes of the statue.
The blackbird pecked gently at the statue's eyelids, but the statue was just a statue.
The blackbird moved slowly, with its head pressed against the eyes of the statue. A drop of clear liquid slid down the face of the statue and melted into the lake water. Was it the tears of the blackbird, or the silent tears of the statue?
This wasn't a nightmare, but it made Lunala breathless for no apparent reason.
There was an unshakable depression in her heart. She could not remember the face of the statue in her dream. It looked very familiar, but she could not remember it no matter how hard she tried.
Vesperis took her expression in and flicked her forehead.
Lunala came back to her senses, and the touch of the fairy prophet's fingertips was still on her head.
"Lunara, you will go to the Simparai ruins in my place."
The little fairy opened her mouth to say something, but changed her words under Vesperis's gaze: "Okay, I'll go."
Losing an eye did not affect Vesperis's daily life, just as she could still see the receding figure of her successor.
The little goblin from back then has grown up.
She didn't look away until Lunala disappeared from sight.
"Help me see a person's future. If you can see it clearly, I will tell you who I am."
That’s what the transparent girl said back then.
The girl held on to her curiosity about a strange soul.
The prophets are not omniscient, just like the elven Saraha, they are all tiny insects under fate.
She still agreed to the girl, and she attributed it to a spur of the moment action.
The girl uttered a name: "Vefiya."
The future of "Vifiya" puzzled Vesperis. It was not that she could not see it, but only after she saw it did she realize how chaotic it was.
She couldn't tell the girl the future she saw, that "Vifiya's" future was in chaos.
Her silence seemed to be expected by the girl, who asked for a different name. As long as she could accurately predict the future of one of the two names, the girl would tell her the name.
It seemed like a concession, so Vesperis agreed.
It was a strange name, even a little hard to pronounce.
She tried five times in total.
The first time, it was blank.
The second time, ripples appeared.
She had never encountered such a situation since she became a prophet, and she rarely felt a competitive emotion.
The third time, she saw a silk thread, which was warning her.
The fourth time, the dried and complicated silk threads intertwined with a dilapidated statue, disappeared in a flash, and there was blankness again.
The fifth time, the high moon tried to kill her.
She lost an eye and fled in the face of a huge fate.
"What a pity you can't do that," said the girl.
Yeah, she can't.
Vesperis touched the eye that no longer bled but still ached occasionally.
What she didn't tell the girl was that she didn't really see anything.
She does not regret losing an eye.
Thousands of thoughts finally left only a soft murmur: "God..."
"Goddess, it was you who blocked my way first!"
As more and more aliens surrounded her, Vifiya felt a sudden headache and the scene in front of her eyes was shaking slightly.
The sunlight near noon fell on the ground, scattering the minerals all over the place. She bent down to help pick them up.
"Don't touch my rock!"
The dwarf craftsman's rough hand hit Vifia hard, and she dodged subconsciously. However, this action made the dwarf even more angry.
"You're not going anywhere, but you're blocking me wherever I go! You did it on purpose! And you even hit my rock!"
The dwarf craftsman stopped her from touching the stone, so she stood up.
The dwarf in front of her was not unfamiliar; it was a face she had seen before.
In his peripheral vision, the human girl stood up again. The height difference made the dwarf craftsman feel as if he was looking up to her, and the discomfort in his heart became more and more intense.
Several kind-hearted craftsmen already had a good impression of Vifia. Seeing her being bullied, they stepped forward to help pick up the ore, and gently advised, "Kelum, the human girl didn't mean it. You're so old now, just relax and let it go."
"Yes, she wants to help pick up ore. How can you do that? Let's be friendly and talk nicely."
Kelum is a dwarf of great stature, a fact known to most of the craftsmen in the ruins of Simparae.
He would often quarrel with other craftsmen over trivial matters and would not suffer even the slightest loss. Over time, his popularity with foreigners became very bad, and few foreigners were willing to make friends with him. The craftsmen also tried their best to avoid him, neither making friends with him nor being hostile to him.
Just like now, although they are vaguely on Vifiya's side, they also show a hint of neutrality.
Compared with Kelum, Vifiya, who would run to the goddess statue every day to watch them work, keep a good distance, not cause trouble to any aliens, and communicate in a friendly manner, was obviously more popular with the aliens.
But after all, their shallow feelings for her were not enough to support them in breaking up with Kellum for her.
But given the character of the dwarf craftsmen, it is impossible that they have never offended other races.
"Isn't it just a small matter?" A fairy with a small flower on her head put her hands on her hips and looked sarcastic.
She had been hit by him before, and he kept blaming her before she said anything. The little flower fairy still gets angry when she thinks about it.
"I thought it was your stone that broke." The goblin snorted.
Kellum, who was piling up ore, was already furious. He had long disliked certain humans. They clearly didn't have high talent, yet the master craftsman was willing to bring them to the Simparai ruins to teach them personally, and even brought along companions...
Forget about the local aliens. She was not even a craftsman. She stayed in front of the goddess statue all day long. No matter what she wanted to do, he was extremely displeased. Even though she was shiny and in line with the dwarf's aesthetic, when he thought that she came with those two humans, the faint good impression that Kellum had in his heart instantly disappeared, and was replaced by other eroding spicy emotions, as if a snake had bitten his heart.
No one spoke for him, and all the aliens were mocking him!
"I'm sorry." Vifiya's voice was clear and apologetic. "It's my fault for bumping into you. Was there any damage to the ore? If so, please let me know and I'll find a way to mine it."
"Jiang Suian, why are you still apologizing to him? He did it on purpose!" Vifiya, who had been holding back since he hit her hand, finally couldn't help but speak out. "He's just a dwarf villain! Why are you apologizing to him? This piece of rotten shit is worthy of your apology?"
[Vifiya] has seen many people like this. She doesn't need to be nice to them, nor does she need to take action herself. All she needs to do is stir up public anger with a few words and expose his dark side to the sun. He will naturally run around for his precarious self-esteem. With a little bit of trickery, she can make him the most hated rat by aliens in the ruins of Simpalai.
Vifiya suppressed the vague trance in her head. She knew, of course, that Kellum was deliberately making things difficult for her, but it was true that she accidentally blocked his way and knocked over his stone.
Even though she knew very well that she would never make such a low-level mistake under normal circumstances.
She concealed a cold gleam that no alien could detect.
Vifia's approach was very sincere, and several kind-hearted craftsmen helped her check that the stone dropped by Kelum was not a rare mineral and could be easily collected.
This kind of ore embryo is strong and there is no such thing as loss.
All the fallen ores returned to Kellum's hands. There was indeed no loss of ores, but he could not swallow this anger, no matter how much of this anger was caused by the human girl in front of him.
Now, the fault is hers.
He raised his eyes suddenly, and the pent-up anger in his heart was reflected in the calm eyes of the human girl. For some reason, he saw the reflection of his own extremely ugly face.
The snake coiled around his heart seemed to pour its venom into him, making it even more spicy and rushing straight to his head: "Just an apology and that's it! What should I do with the time you wasted!"
"You are targeting me on purpose!"
"You blocked my way on purpose!"
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At first, Kellum kept repeating the same few lines. Under the gazes of the aliens, Vifiya's calmness and lack of response made the already shaking cloth in his heart even more shaky. The more he spoke, the more he couldn't stop.
Since he didn't want compensation and wouldn't accept an apology, letting him say a few more words and venting his anger was irrelevant to Vifia as long as it wasn't too excessive, but...
The other party seemed to be treating her as a punching bag.
Kellum had never felt so happy before. He could vent all his previous resentment at will. The other party was found to be at fault by him and could only let him do what he wanted.
The embarrassment of being stared at by a group of foreigners gradually changed and was replaced by another secret pleasure.
Anyway, now the other two humans who had caused trouble for the aliens were called away by the Great Craftsman. Thinking of this, his resentment turned into anger. He was obviously no worse than those two humans, so why did the Great Craftsman favor two humans?
He stared at Vifiya's arm, as if he could break it easily.
The pleasure gradually occupied his mind, and he even forgot that the human in front of him, whose arm he thought could be broken by one hand, was also a survivor who could walk out of the white world safely.
His words became increasingly harsh, and he was no longer satisfied with blaming Vifiya alone.
"The same goes for your damn companions. They're useless and don't even deserve to breathe the air of the Western Continent. Why is the gas from the Western Continent useless now..."
"Hey! Kellum! Don't go too far!" The aliens couldn't stand it anymore and scolded. Everyone knew that the gas from the Western Continent was deadly to humans.
The veins near the corners of Vifiya's eyes throbbed wildly, as if reminding her of the pervasive coldness surrounding her body before everything happened, and the trance that accompanied the coldness.
She tried her best to suppress the chaos in her mind.
In her mind, [Vifiya] was still insulting Kellum with her most unpleasant words. In the Western Continent, insulting the lord was a serious crime. [Vifiya] had previously asked Jiang Suian to explain his noble status in the Eastern Continent in order to avoid this kind of thing from happening. Now she couldn't wait to take over the use of his body.
Kelum said many unpleasant things in the middle, but Vifia didn't hear them clearly in her daze, but she heard his last sentence clearly.
The implication was so obvious that she didn't even need to think to understand.
The expressionless girl was startled, her face turned cold, her red eyes raised, without a trace of smile.
"Shut up, idiot."
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