I am God!

Chapter 58 The Poet Who Wrote the Epic

It has been a hundred years since the establishment of the Four Kingdoms, and people have long forgotten the former Heinsay.

Even Jesser, the second-generation wise king, has become a legend, and the grievances and hatred between King Ari and the Queen of the Stars have also become a distant memory, and people will only talk about these stories in occasional chats.

even.

Those older stories have been gradually forgotten, and people can only remember those great and noble names, but can't remember exactly what happened.

On this day, the two figures returned to a small town outside the city of God's Descend.

The town is an obvious fish town, and the residents here live by fishing, and the air smells of sea and salted fish.

"Let's go here!" Polo stood on the surface of the sea holding the star, looking up at the relics left by the former King Jesser.

"Aren't you going to continue?" Xing looked at Polo.

"Don't continue walking. After walking for so long, we should take a rest." Polo turned his head to look at Xing and said softly.

Polo looked at the star, her formerly beautiful and white bone armor became rough, and the brilliance of the stars all over it also became dim.

Stars are getting old, while Polo and Zeng haven't changed much.

Both Polo and Xing knew that their journey still had to reach the end.

Xing smiled: "Then stop here!"

They found a beautiful beach by the sea and built a house with a yard.

The courtyard is covered with a layer of golden dome, which seems to be woven from the cup of the sun, bright and beautiful.

The courtyard is full of sun cups. This kind of taboo in the eyes of ordinary people, the sun flower that only the royal family deserves to have, is not so magical in the eyes of the two.

Polo likes flowers, and every day he would sit in the yard and look out at the sea through the window.

The courtyard full of sun cups exudes the breath of illusion.

Ordinary people can't see this place at all, let alone approach it.

However, on this day, something unusual happened.

"Boom boom boom!"

There was a knocking sound outside, and someone had come to visit them.

"Who are you?" Poirot asked.

A voice came from outside the yard, respectful and humble.

"Greetings to the noble Queen of the Stars and the Envoy of the Gods."

"I am a poet and scholar from the city of servants of God, the former hometown of the queen. My name is Tito."

Polo: "We didn't invite you."

The other party replied: "Please forgive me for being presumptuous and uninvited. If I offend the queen and the messenger of God, I will leave immediately."

Xing raised his head: "It's been a long time since no one has visited us, let him come in.

A young Sanye came in and offered the highest courtesy to the two.

Xing asked him, "How did you find us?"

The young poet replied: "I didn't look for it deliberately, I just happened to pass by here and saw the Cup of the Sun. No one except the royal family can have this kind of thing, and how can those noble and extravagant royal families live in such a place?"

"I guess, it must be the legendary Queen of Stars and God's Messenger Polo living in seclusion here that can bloom such a bright flower of the sun."

Xing: "You are very smart."

Poet: "No, I think it's fate."

"Fate arranged for me to come here, and also fate arranged for me to meet you and the messenger of God."

Xing was curious: "Do you believe in fate?"

The poet nodded earnestly: "I believe that everything has a destiny, just like the God's motto in the three clauses of Ledlich's oath No. 20, just like King Jesser will eventually lose his crown of wisdom."

Tito came from the City of God's Servants. When he was born, the Queen of Stars had left there for decades. His mother was the concubine daughter of the Shiron family, a descendant of royal blood.

He was born with the blood of wisdom and power, but he cannot stimulate it by himself, but he can see through superficial illusions.

Tito's name means map, because Tito's grandfather drew the first Hinsay map, including the four kingdoms and the entire world known to the Sanye people.

Born into such an eminent family of scholars, he did not become a map-drawing scholar, but tried his best to become a poet.

to this end.

He left the city of God's Servant, traveled among the major kingdoms, and lingered in places where historical events had occurred.

"Why do you want to be a poet?"

"Is it because of a dream?"

Star asked him.

Tito shook his head: "It is impossible for me to surpass my grandfather in cartography, and it is difficult for me to surpass my father in academics. Only by becoming a great poet can I be remembered by the world."

"I want to own my story, I want to own my exploits and my career."

Xing nodded: "Very true answer, so have you written any great poems?"

Tito: "I'm writing an epic about Heinsay, I'm writing about King Jesser, I'm writing about King Ari."

"now."

"It's all about your story."

The old star smiled and straightened up.

"Can I also be included in the epic?"

"The last king who ended Heinsay, the person who ended the inheritance of King Jesser, and the protagonist who set off the internal struggle of the royal family."

Tito: "All right and wrong, let future generations judge!"

"All I want to do is record the history."

"Therefore, I believe that fate and God's guidance brought me here and met you here."

The young poet said seriously.

The Star Queen couldn't help but sigh after hearing this: "Yes!"

"All right and wrong, what you say doesn't count, and what I say doesn't count."

She no longer resisted, and narrated her life with the poet.

Throne, hatred, fighting, betrayal.

There are her sufferings and choices, as well as her laughter and happiness.

The poet occasionally asks questions, and the stars always answer.

It wasn't until the sun went down that the poet stood up and respectfully thanked the Queen of Stars.

"Thank you, Her Majesty."

Xing: "I am no longer a queen, let alone your Majesty."

Poet Tito: "In my heart, you will always be the noble Queen of the Stars."

The young poet departed, promising to return tomorrow and bring his first draft for the queen to review.

Polo, who had been standing by his side, suddenly said, "I don't know what kind of story he will write, but it's hard to be a happy story."

Stars don't matter: "History is always heavy, and epics and myths are never happy."

"Our story, our happiness we know ourselves."

"Will suffice."

After saying this, Xing could no longer hold on to the sitting posture she had been maintaining. She was very tired after sitting for so long.

"I'm a little tired."

"I'm getting old, I can't sit still after sitting for a while."

"Back then, I was able to hold a sword and start a life-and-death fight with King Yali!"

Polo hugged Xing: "I'll help you go in and rest."

At night, there was a sudden storm outside.

Xing woke up suddenly, and she called out loudly.

"Polo."

"Where are you Polo?"

Polo: "I'm here!"

Xing touched Polo, and finally felt relieved.

"Polo."

"I just had a dream. I dreamed of a dark place, just like the legendary Demon Abyss."

"I'm so scared, do you think I will be exiled there after I die?"

Polo shook his head: "How come?"

"Don't worry, even if you die, I will still be with you."

"I am the messenger of the gods, the master of dreams."

"In the world of dreams, I will always be with you, and we will repeat our adventures and travels together, over and over again, never stopping."

With a happy smile on Xing's face, she talked about the interesting things about her and Polo's journey, some of the most memorable scenes in her memory.

As she spoke, her voice became smaller and smaller.

It gradually turned into a vague raving.

Xing tightly grasped Polo's golden smock, and Polo put his ear close to her, listening to her voice.

"Uh-huh!"

"Uh-huh!"

"I know, I remember."

"I remember them all."

At last.

Xing let go of his golden smock, a satisfied smile on his face.

Polo's expression froze instantly, as if he heard a click.

just like.

Something shattered inside of me.

(End of this chapter)