Crash, crash...
The illusory sound of pages turning could be heard.
Thousands of information flows, along with the surge of the subconscious ocean in the spiritual world, manifested in the book of the spiritual world summoned by Hathaway.
And in the golden elf's beautiful light golden eyes, the surging nostalgia and the surging emotions slowly subsided.
She raised her eyes slightly and browsed the information displayed.
"More than five hundred years have passed in the Western Continent..."
"To be more precise, five hundred sixty-three years and seven months have passed since the Lost Island completely disappeared from the Western Continent."
"It's really a long journey."
The golden elf's words were a little hoarse.
...
...
"so--"
There was a slight pause in her words.
Hathaway waved her hand gently, and the golden outline of magic slowly faded away in the starry sky.
"Five hundred years have passed..."
"How are you?"
Even for the uncontaminated pure-blooded high elves whose lifespan is thousands of years, more than five hundred years is an extremely long time.
What's more... for humans.
Five hundred years have passed, and a lot has changed.
It can cause a powerful human kingdom to rise, prosper, decline, and ultimately become a line of insignificant words in the history books.
And if it falls on a single individual, it can change even more.
There are some things that Hathaway is not surprised by.
But she didn't dare to think about it, nor did she want to think about it...
For example, during these five hundred years, has Char already lost the gamble with the old Sun God?
Even the self has been devoured——
Even if he obtained the "Secret Fire of the Goddess of Magic", penetrated the world wall, and came to the bottom of the abyss, all he could see was an ancient creature with the appearance of that young man, high above him.
Or...
The human boy from back then had lost his spiritual power along with the old sun god over the past five hundred years.
The thought of such a possibility made Hathaway feel heartbroken.
During these five hundred years, she had persisted only because of her obsession with the young man.
She really didn't dare to think about it. If Xia was really gone...she would never see him again.
Then what kind of pathetic joke will all these five hundred years of persistence become, no different from a clown.
"So, you must win, Mr. Char."
"Since you used such a pretentious and carefree attitude to say goodbye in such a handsome way."
"Then please continue to be handsome..."
All the chaotic surges of magic around Hathaway subsided and returned to nothingness.
Thus she gazed into the depths of the astral world—
Looking at the direction of the western continent in the main material plane.
After a moment, she spoke again softly.
"otherwise--"
"I'm not sure how hideous and crazy I will become."
"Just like the story you told me, I became an evil and radical bad woman..."
"He is thinking about using illusion to brainwash all the residents of the entire Western Continent. It is not impossible to create a "world where Char exists" in an endless cycle of illusion. ”
The corners of the golden elf's mouth curled up silently.
"You don't want me to become crazy like that, do you?"
"So, in order to prevent your beloved Master from taking the bad ending of becoming paranoid and evil, even if it means falling into the abyss, please keep doing your best."
"And I will wait patiently..."
"Wait and hope—"
"I look forward to the moment when I meet you again in the deepest part of the abyss."
The white index finger swept through the void, and in a very short time, the light golden magic thread outlined the contours of the illusory door.
The golden elf took a step forward and stepped into the illusory door.
Her thin figure quickly disappeared.
Only the light golden hair was left flying in the star world——
And that last whisper echoed in the lonely and deserted deep space.
"But before that."
"Let me complete your unfulfilled dream first—"
"That person is called a wizard..."
“A dream called “The Darkest Tower”. ”
…
Outside the window is an endless snowfield.
The vast expanse of snow covered the ground like an endless white ocean.
The silver fir forest stood tall in the cold wind, with thick layers of snow on its branches. The silvery-white treetops flickered faintly in the sun. In the distance, the outline of the mountains was vaguely visible, appearing a cold blue-gray color.
There was a cold breath in the air, and the whole world was quiet and pure. Only the sound of boiling hot tea in the kettle on the firewood pile could be heard.
Char was sitting in a simple wooden house built of logs.
Thick canvas covered the gaps between the logs, preventing the biting cold wind from the north from penetrating through the gaps.
The warm fire not far away isolated all the coldness outside this simple hunter's cabin.
He looked at the steaming kettle in front of him for a long time, his head still a little dizzy.
There is a feeling of fatigue after watching a very, very long, unbelievably long movie...
It was as if there were countless passionate emotional remnants clinging to my mind, but I couldn't remember the specific details.
"What..."
"It was you, Char, who invited me to your house, but you ended up falling asleep while talking to yourself."
A crisp voice came from the front.
She was a little girl with long golden hair, who looked no more than ten years old. Her face was as delicate as a porcelain doll, without a single flaw.
Although still very young, I can already imagine her incomparably beautiful face in the future.
Her eyes were of pure sky blue, which reminded people of the unchanging glaciers on the Three Sages Snow Mountain.
At this moment, the little blonde girl was pouting in dissatisfaction and turned her head away seemingly unhappily, but in fact she was still stealing glances at Char out of the corner of her eyes.
"Excuse me."
"I was too tired a few days ago and accidentally fell asleep."
Xia waved his hand, picked up the kettle on the fire, and made a cup of hot tea for himself and the little girl in front of him: "Did I sleep for a long time just now?"
The other party raised his little face and thought for a while: "Not too long, probably about half an hour."
As she spoke, she picked up the teacup on the table and said with some regret: "Why don't you take a rest? It doesn't matter if I spend my time alone..."
"No, I've slept long enough."
Char shook his head and picked up the teacup as well.
His face at the moment was reflected in the somewhat old but quite clean teacup.
A little boy with black hair and black eyes, who looked to be about eight or nine years old. The lines on his face carried a childishness that matched his voice. Char took a sip of tea, staring at the little blonde girl in front of him who was looking at him with a little worry, feeling the scalding hot tea passing through his throat, making his whole body warm.
"Long time no see—"
"Xiao Ai."
"Xiao Ai..."
The little blonde girl repeated the title.
Then, she pouted in dissatisfaction: "You are not that old either, so can I still call you Xiao Xia?"
"Of course."
Xia smiled and said, "If you want, I have no problem calling you that every day for the rest of your life."
"For the rest of my life..."
Little Airola blinked her beautiful sky-blue eyes, as if she suddenly thought of something. She abruptly turned her eyes away, not daring to meet Xia's gaze.
After a moment, he uttered a mosquito-like voice: "Since you like it, then Xiao Ai will be Xiao Ai."
Then, as if to change the subject, she spoke softly: "And what do you mean by long time no see..."
"We just met a few days ago and even went to the ice field to see the migrating moose."
"Although we are only a few days apart in reality, my heart may have longed for you, as if we were separated for a thousand years..."
Xia smiled.
He put down the hot tea in his hand and stared at the hunter's cabin deep in the silver fir forest.
Outside the window, there is the pure white ice field looming behind the silver fir forest, and at the end of the ice field, there is the vast snow-capped mountain carrying glaciers that have existed for thousands of years.
"After a long battle and exhaustion, his mental strength was almost exhausted and he fell into a deep sleep..."
"It was expected that I saw some scenery from my memories, some people and things that I missed while sleeping."
Xia's gaze was somewhat distant.
"only……"
“I never thought that in the end, the place I would miss the most would be this place.”
"If not here? Where else could it be?"
Little Aurora spoke with some curiosity.
"I thought it would be a busy city, with cars everywhere on the streets and buildings made of steel and concrete standing in rows, covering the sky."
Xia reached out his hand and touched the long light golden hair of the little girl in front of him.
As soft and delicate as ever, this hair quality is indeed innate.
The head-patting kill trick really needs to be practiced from childhood.
"Steel, concrete, cities..."
Little Airola didn't pay attention to Char's actions. She was immersed in the picture Char described and was still trying hard to imagine it.
Although she is the only daughter of Earl Winter and has received a good education since childhood, she lives in the inconspicuous little city of Ceylon in the north. The prosperity and hustle and bustle of the big city seem out of reach.
We can only imagine the colorful world through the descriptions between the lines of those books.
After a long while, she nodded with some effort: "That should be a very magical and beautiful place."
"but--"
Little Ailora shook her long light golden hair slightly and said, "I still like Ceylon more, and I like this snowy plain more."
"Who says it's not?"
Xia smiled and said, "I thought that the scenery in my mind would be that city made of steel and concrete. After all, strictly speaking, that is my real hometown."
“But I didn’t expect it to be here.”
He reached out his hand and wiped off a streak of dust that accidentally stained the little girl's long hair: "This is because--"
"Has this world truly become the place I miss the most... the place where my heart belongs?"
"But, it's not that surprising..."
Char closed his eyes.
I have experienced so many things in this world and met all kinds of people.
So many unforgettable memories are left behind.
Today, this world has become an inseparable part of him.
It is also his destination.
No one knows when, but the human named Char Egut has surpassed the identity of a so-called time traveler.
Instead, he truly became a member of this world, living in the mansion at No. 32 Jingui Street, in the Black Lily District of the imperial capital.
"Xia...ya."
"Xia...ya."
A cold touch came from Char's forehead.
When he came back to his senses, he saw the little blonde girl placing the back of her hand on his forehead. Her delicate face, like that of a porcelain doll, was filled with worry that was difficult to conceal.
"Char, what's wrong with you today? Why do you always stare out the window in a daze... just like my father."
Little Ailora tested the back of her hand and said, "You don't seem to have a fever either."
"I'm fine."
Xia held the soft hand of the little girl in front of him.
"but--"
There was a slight pause in his words.
"I might have to go on a long trip, Xiao Ai."
After hearing what Char said, the little blonde girl stared straight into Char's eyes.
After a long time, there was a hint of relief in those beautiful sky-blue eyes.
"It seems that you have made your decision, Char."
"Um."
Xia nodded: "The gentle land in the memory is indeed beautiful, but it is just a memory after all."
"The perfect ending that belongs to us must be created with our own hands."
"Besides—"
He stood up and stretched: "I have rested long enough."
The moment Char stood up.
Whether it was the flickering fire in front of me, the simple hunter's cabin, or the silver fir forest and ice field in the distance, all the scenery was disappearing and turning into clear white light.
Only the girl with sky blue eyes was still by his side.
Then, she carefully took his hand.
"Let's go."
"We still have a long way to go together..."
The little girl's voice faded away little by little.
But at the same time, a pleasant sound came from a distant place, gradually becoming clear and distinct from vague.
Similar voice.
That was the girl's call.
She is calling for the return of her lover.
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I originally wanted to use a bad joke to name this chapter "To the North", but then I thought about it and decided not to do it 2333
By the way, I'd like to recommend a friend's book.
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