Chapter 224 I Didn’t Lie

After the painter left, Jyoti looked at her husband.

"Can he really do it?"

"Who knows?"

Pava poured himself a glass of beer. "At least Tiesai is moving. If he didn't move, there would be no hope."

"Whether it's a mess or a happy harvest, it's the result he has to bear."

"He actually always wanted to do this. We just let him face his true self. If a person doesn't want to, no matter what others say, it's useless."

Pava took a sip of wine and said, "Has the Heroic Chapter been handed over to the Temple of Yao City?"

"Well, the first batch of books will be copied out next month at the latest."

"Then I feel relieved."

There was some hesitation on Qiaodi's face: "Are you really determined to do this?"

"Of course, is this even a joke?"

Pava took a deep breath and stood up: "Come on."

Jyoti went to the window and closed the curtains.

She turned around and slowly walked to Pava: "It's not too late to regret now."

Pava held Jyoti's face in his hands and kissed her, "No, I don't regret it. The story of my life belongs to you."

Then his face froze.

Pava fell slowly backwards.

Pava, the famous traveler and storyteller, died of cardiac arrest at his home in Sanilo at the age of 66.

…

Three days later, after receiving the obituary, Fabiani hurried to the outside of the fountain riding a sandworm.

Outside Pava's house, many people were commemorating this great storyteller. They put down bouquets of flowers in the corner, talked in low voices, and mourned Pava's death.

Fabiani knocked on the door.

The oak door slowly opened, revealing Jyoti's slightly haggard face. She was wearing a black dress, a holy flower on her chest, and her eyes were red.

"My condolences, ma'am."

Fabiani said in a hoarse voice: "I'm late."

"Please come in."

Jyoti glanced behind him and asked, "Who is this?"

"This is my apprentice, Uluru."

Uluru was short and wore a long robe that almost covered his entire body, hiding him in the shadows.

Fabiani said: "He is from Uzi, just let him wait outside."

He gestured towards Uluru.

Uluru nodded and returned to wait beside the sandworm.

After entering the house, Jyoti wiped the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief: "Do you want water, honey or wine?"

"Water."

Fabiani was a little uneasy.

He believed he had foreseen his death, but Fabiani still found it hard to accept the sudden death of his best friend, and his mind was completely blank throughout the journey.

I have received so much care from Pava, but I am unable to give any feedback.

This made Fabiani feel deeply lost and his body felt extremely heavy.

He saw a painting solidified with resin on the wall. It was a portrait of Pava and Jyoti. The painter had superb brushwork, faithfully and accurately restoring the features of Pava and his wife, as well as all their subtle expressions.

Pava in the painting has a smile on his face, but he doesn't know at that moment that death will knock on his door so soon.

Fabiani suddenly realized that something was wrong.

This is Saniro.

If Pava is dead, the ghost is still there.

He looked at Jyoti, “Madam, has Pava’s ghost appeared?”

"No, it didn't."

A trace of sadness flashed across Jyoti's face, and she pursed her lips: "No one knows where his soul has gone."

No wonder she was so sad.

Fabiani sighed: "Maybe he was too tired in his lifetime, Pava needs to rest. Please don't worry, he loves you very much and will definitely come back to you."

Every time Fabiani had dinner with Pava, he could feel his good friend's anxiety.

Pava was always writing and revising manuscripts, but the progress was getting slower and slower. As his fame grew, Pava could hardly find a quiet place in the city.

He was visibly tired and tense.

Pava once said that his biggest worry was that people had too high expectations of him. In the eyes of many people, he is not only a narrator, but also an observer of the world with countless secrets.

He was unable to surpass the original "The Bizarre Adventures of Pava", and sighed about it, often saying that life was meaningless.

Once you’ve tried deep-fried black soldier striders, it’s hard to like deep-fried stink bugs.

"He's not coming back."

Jyoti shook her head.

Suddenly, a stranger in full armor walked out of the inner room. He was wearing a brass ghost armor, with a long sword tied at his waist, and his steps were steady and imposing.

Fabiani was shocked at first.

Pava just died, and Jyoti actually found a new partner?

Is this a bit...

It took him a moment to realize that something was wrong.

A bold idea popped into his mind.

"Could it be... Pava?"

The ghost in the ghost armor said in a muffled voice: "You have the wrong person, my friend. The one standing in front of you is the ghost from the mountains, a warrior who died a hundred years ago, Matthews."

Fabiani couldn't help laughing: "You bastard, you actually faked your death and everyone was fooled by you!"

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

There is nothing better than having a good friend alive.

Matthews emphasized: "My friend, I told you, my name is Matthews. Your good friend Pava is dead, and his body is buried in the backyard."

Fabiani was stunned and looked at Jyoti.

Qiao Di nodded and wiped her tears with a handkerchief: "I killed him with my own hands... and buried him. He died completely."

Fabiani was silent for a while, his face a little helpless: "In order to get rid of the pressure of the name Pava, you would commit suicide to start over... I'm afraid no one would have thought of that."

"My friend, I solemnly declare to you again that I am Matthews."

The other party emphasized again.

"Then why are you at Pava's house?"

"Because I am a fan of Mr. Pava's books, I came here to pay tribute. I decided that I will inherit Mr. Pava's will and continue to write everyone's story."

"I will record the brutal war between the Fifth Fearless Empire and the Kingdom of Uzi, tentatively titled The Crystal Empire. Please continue to support me in the future, just like you support Mr. Pava."

"Aren't you talking nonsense?"

"I'm not lying."

"Stop it, Pava."

"Sir, please watch your words, I am the war narrator, Matthews."

Fabiani didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

He could only nod: "Well, nice to meet you, Matthews."

Jyoti blinked and mouthed the words softly.

——Let him be.

Fabiani relaxed and rubbed his stomach: "I'm a little hungry, is there anything to eat?"

"There are honey wheat cakes and some cold beef. Just eat what you have." Jody pointed her finger, and the plates flew, and the food was immediately placed on the table.

Fabiani ate and drank to his heart's content.

After eating half full, he said, "We recently dug up the remains of the Rose Kingdom at a southern cape and found a batch of rose seeds, all thanks to Uluru."

"The Wuji people are indeed natural underground navigators. Their underground boats are very amazing. They look like stone pillars, but they are very flexible underground, as if they have life."

"Uluru was also the first geologist."

"He told us how the underground moves, how the interior is structured, what features the exterior has, and that there are many more types of rocks than we imagined..."

"That black burning stone is called coal. It can be found on some mountains. Cave monsters and sandworms can find some, but it's very difficult. Uluru has a way to accurately find coal mines!"

"In addition to this, you can find fire wells in Uluru. Flames that continue to erupt from the ground can burn for hundreds of years. There are such wells in the Kingdom of Uzi!"

"If there are fire wells and plenty of coal, smelting and casting will become very easy, and the price of making various props and equipment will also drop. More people will be able to obtain relatively cheap metal tools and even sophisticated equipment."

Hearing such a strange thing, Matthewston couldn't pretend anymore and jumped up and said hurriedly: "Really? Call Uluru in quickly."

"Okay. Although the Wuji people can't speak, they have sharp hearing. They can see around them through their bodies, but the method is different from ours. In theory, their whole body can be regarded as eyes."

"They have their own writing system and are used to recording history with carvings. It's just that they never developed a language because there was no need to speak. But Uluru can already understand the Yao language, so it's quite convenient."

The young Uzi was invited in and looked at the three people inside nervously.

Before coming here, he had heard about it from his teacher Fabiani.

Mr. Pava is a well-respected celebrity who tells stories to everyone and passes them on. Ms. Jyoti is Mr. Pava's wife, a person of grace and grace who must be treated with respect and decorum.

Uluru bowed nervously to the armored warriors and elegant ladies inside.

He gestured with his hands to mean: It's an honor to be here, sorry to bother you.

Fabiani said something to them.

Ms. Jyoti smiled and gave him a tiny seed with a faint green light lingering on its surface.

Fabiani said, "This is a gift from Ms. Jyoti. It is a seed of the symbiotic tree. Once planted, it can grow into a forest and attract elves. If you grow a forest, it will be a fortune, and the elves will be willing to buy or rent it from you."

Uluru carefully took the tree seeds and stuffed them into his body.

This is both life and treasure.

He banged his head against the wall three times to express his solemn gratitude in the traditional way of the Uji people.

The whole house was buzzing.

Thanks to: Shichuan and Liuguang for supporting 1500 Qidian coins, and Sky Angel's Heartbeat for supporting 100 Qidian coins.

(End of this chapter)