People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 596 Reality and Illusion

I do not know how long it has been.

The sun no longer rises in the east and sets in the west, and we have gradually lost the concept of time.

The surrounding scenery has not remained unchanged.

Losa, who had just woken up, picked up a handful of snow from the ground and rubbed it on his face. He didn't breathe a sigh of relief until the snow was completely melted. They had been traveling for a long time, and although they didn't know how many days it had been, it must have been a long time.

Rogneda seemed to have been awake for some time and was standing on the top of the hill looking into the distance.

Losa came closer. The scene in front of him seemed a little blurry because he had been looking at the snow for a long time. "Where are we?"

Rogneda shook her head: "Do you think I can recognize a place like this?"

She pointed around.

Those strange monsters still exist, creating a bizarre scene, but in the distance, they can vaguely see an illusory and distorted sky, like the colorful aurora at the poles. They are almost at the end of the world.
Losa was silent for a moment, then said, "The food is running out."

The only living creatures they could see were those very abstract monsters. Those things didn't look like they could be eaten. Moreover, even if they were really edible, they were not something they could afford to provoke.

“Haha, maybe it’s no longer useful.”

Rogneda had a relieved smile on his face: "Let's go, Losa, let's continue on our journey!"

The two looked at each other in silence and continued their journey.

I don’t know how much time will pass after this departure.

The "end of the world" that seemed to be not far away was like a mirage, as if no matter how long we walked, we could not get closer even a little bit.

But it is only an illusion after all.

Lothar felt very clearly that he was about to leave the ghost dragon's memory world.

The food had long been consumed, but the closer the two people got to the "end of the world", the more unreal their senses became. Hunger, cold, and fatigue were all moving away from them, as if in the end, even they themselves would become nothingness.

"We're getting there!"

Hearing Rogneda's words, Losa, who was busy on his way, looked up in confusion.

The illusory sky in front of me, reflecting the dreamy colorful light, was actually very close.

He looked at Rogneda, slightly stunned.

At this moment, the Nordic girl's skin was so white that it seemed transparent, and one could even see the blood vessels underneath. Her whole body had a vague feeling, like mist that could be blown away by a gust of wind.

"you?"

She pursed her pale lips and chuckled, "I should disappear."

Losa was silent.

He didn't know when the girl realized all this.

"Lothar, promise me something, please?"

"You said."

"After you go out, remember to ask what happened to me, Rogneda."

"I would, if I could get out."

Rogneda sighed softly, knowing that she was just a projection in memory, a person who did not actually exist, and it was not a good experience after all.

Lothar hesitated and asked, "Are we going to say goodbye now?"

"No, wait a minute."

Rogneda said, and set out on the journey to the end of the world again: "I want to try to take a look, take a look at the outside world."

however.

She didn't make it after all.

Just as she was about to touch the barrier at the end of the world, her body dissipated like smoke.

From feet to head.

Faintly, he only heard a slight sigh.

Lothar stopped for a moment, whispered "goodbye", and then without hesitation, he crashed into the barrier at the end of the world.

The warm sunshine shines on the courtyard where various flowers and plants are planted.

The air is filled with an enticing fragrance.

Losa saw a very beautiful woman with fine lines at the corners of her eyes and some freckles on her cheeks. The look she gave him was full of doting, like sugar in a honey pot, sweet to the heart.

The woman hugged herself while sitting on the swing.

Father Werner, who was always serious, stood silently behind the woman, pushing the swing with a gentle smile on his face. He hadn't smiled like this since Mother Iris passed away.

"Mother Elise..."

Lothar subconsciously stretched out his hand. He once thought that he was a soul traveling through time and space and replacing Lothar.

But later I gradually realized that he was Losa.

It was just that when his memory awakened, he suppressed the memory of his rebirth as Lothar, which led him to mistakenly believe that his soul had traveled through time and space and replaced the original owner who fell off the horse.

So when he saw this mother who was so gentle in his memory, his eyes couldn't help but become moist.

However, his hand just passed through Mother Iris's body - the scene in front of him, like a projector, began to play, learning Latin with Otto from the teacher; riding and hunting together, practicing riding skills; stealing food from the kitchen together
He saw his father, wearing a crusader's jersey, waving his hand and embarking on the journey to the East as his mother Iris looked on.

Seeing that mother Iris was becoming increasingly thinner due to illness and even began to vomit blood, she began to mend his shirt stitch by stitch under the dim light when her condition improved a little - she was afraid that after she left, no one would sew clothes for her second son who would not be able to inherit the territory.

He saw that before his mother died, she asked Father Werner to leave the jewelry box hidden in the cupboard to him.
The world is like a mottled old photo, with layers of peeling ashes disappearing in the wind.

His memory seemed to be covered with a layer of dust and became blurred.

In the black and white ward, the ventilator and monitor made dripping sounds.

A trace of sadness flashed across Losa's face. He slowly raised his arm full of needles and looked at the middle-aged woman beside him who was patiently wiping his body. His lips trembled for a long time before he uttered a slight call.

"mom."

His voice was weak.

But the woman who was wiping his body beside the bed looked over first.

When she saw Losa's face full of tears with his eyes open, she was stunned at first, as if she couldn't believe it. After a long time, she shouted at the top of her voice: "Doctor, doctor, my son is awake!"

Lothar tried to call upon the magic power in his body, but how could there be any spirituality or dragon blood in his empty body?

What Prajna, Jeanna, Fulin...

What about the astral body, spell model, holy spear...

What Leper King, Lionheart King...

It was just the hysterical thoughts in the mind of a dying vegetative person after a car accident.

He opened his mouth, his voice hoarse: "Mom, how long has it been?"

Mom's lips trembled, tears streaming down her face. "Not long after, not long after, thanks to the Bodhisattva, you finally woke up. I knew that if I prayed every day, the Bodhisattva would show up, and good people would be rewarded."

"Lao Meng, Lao Meng, come in quickly, our son is awake."

Losa sighed softly. There were more wrinkles and white hair on his mother's face. His mother used to love beauty the most and always told him that even if she became an old lady, she must be the most fashionable one.

But it seems that he is too busy taking care of himself to think about these things.

The door was suddenly pushed open.

A middle-aged man who was once tall but now has a hunched back and looks more than ten years older, rushed in quickly.

After seeing himself clearly with his eyes open on the bed, the man widened his eyes and looked at the woman in disbelief.

"dad…"

His voice was a little choked. Both his parents had changed a lot. His father used to be quite particular. The wisp of hair in front of his Mediterranean hairstyle that stubbornly covered his forehead had completely disappeared. The white hair on his temples that he used to dye black every once in a while was now fully revealed, and his lips and chin were covered with stubble.

"You've lost a lot of weight."

"Don't you exercise with your mom every day, running or something, so you lose weight naturally."

The man quickly calmed down, with a relaxed smile on his face: "Son, you don't think your father has been losing his appetite for all these years, do you? How is that possible? Your mother and I are living a good life!"

Losa forced a smile and said, "Then I feel relieved."

The man sat down on the bed and reached out to touch Losa's head. It was as if he was finally sure that everything that happened at this moment was real. His eyes were red. "No matter what, it's good that you woke up."

He kept murmuring, "It's good to wake up, it's good to wake up."

(End of this chapter)