Crimson Servant

Chapter 103 Sowing (Jurgen Mercer)

Jurgen Mercer inserted one end of the wooden staff into the front of the mound. The head of the wooden staff had some moss on it, and the overall structure was somewhat rotten and loose. It was left in a dark corner for a long time until it was picked up by a druid. Take it out from the tree hole that no one cares about. The dwarf looked at the coming-of-age gift he gave to Saiman in front of him, and his eyes unconsciously looked at the land that was covered by his own hands. His son was buried forever inside, on the edge of this woodland, in the middle of nowhere and untouched by anyone.

Saiman Mercer stopped breathing during the bumps of the carriage. The dwarf had already had a premonition. He kept talking to himself on the road, looking at the scorching sun and clouds ahead, and did not dare to look back until he returned home.

There are so many unruly wild forces in this wild jungle that even the gentlest druid has lost patience with it. The place is in a mess, with rotten roots poking out of the ground, insect-eaten leaves casting light like raindrops, and shadows like thick fog that cannot be dispelled. It feels like it has been crying.

Shadows have always existed in nature. Where there are magnificent scenery, there is also decadent desolation.

Jurgen covered his eyes, hoping that his rough fingerprints could absorb all the tears.

He made a low sound, more sighs than words.

"My child, they are unwilling to bury you in the shade of the Father Oak because you have made a mistake... Forgive me for being such a useless father. I can only bury you here. Although it is not good here, at least it is It’s still home.”

"Prosperity and decline are all the true meaning of nature. I know this clearly, but I still fear this nightmare until it all becomes reality..."

Jurgen put his hands down and folded them in front of his stomach. His big nose had become red from breathing hard, and tears made grooves twice and flowed into his pale beard. Jürgen Mercer stood here alone, reciting a eulogy alone, introducing his new neighbor, his child, to this jungle that was always twilight.

"Saeman Mercer, my short and fragile child. He lived less than one-tenth of mine, but I will spend nine-tenths of my time missing him. He was a member of the Earth Order. , I am proud of him. I will not use the darkness of his last ten years to cover his previous brilliant life. He did better than many druids among us. The tenacity of human beings is fully demonstrated in him, just as he The same depravity in his later years. The short time outlined this race as a fleeting firework. I regret not accompanying him in his most helpless moment..."

Jurgen burst into tears, but continued to chant stubbornly until the words lost their meaning and became a sad cry.

He was tired of crying, his head was swollen with pain, and his hands had hugged his staff tightly, using it to support his body as the only support for his father's dignity.

The sound of footsteps interrupted his remembrance, and Jurgen turned around and looked at the wood elves walking into this ruined land. He was wearing a dark gray raincoat, his green skin had some wrinkles, and the yellow hair on his headband was neatly braided, hanging down his back. There were obvious smile lines on the elf's face, which were smoothed away with a calm expression at this moment.

"Jurgen." The wood elf smiled in the face of the dwarf's cries as he had in the past, and soon realized that it was inappropriate to restrain himself. He walked to the side of the dwarf druid and looked at the cemetery in silence with him.

"Do you have any instructions from the elders?" Jurgen's voice was slightly dissatisfied. He had not forgotten the faces of those who rejected him in the parliament.

"Give me another minute to get familiar with it." The wood elf said softly.

"Familiar with what?"

"I'm familiar with the feeling of a child passing away from my life," the wood elf looked at Jurgen, gently and attentively, "That time will always come, and I want to be a better example, even if no one can see it."

Jurgen was moved by that look, and the resentment caused by Saiman quickly disappeared in his heart. He wiped away his tears, and there was still a trace of trembling in his throat.

"I'm sorry, Father."

"I can understand, Jurgen, that raising a short-lived life is a cruel thing, which means shorter happiness and longer pain." Zairafa Mercer knelt down and put his fingers into Entering the soil next to the wooden stick, he gently activated his magic power, and the seeds twisted on his fingertips bloomed into a small white flower in front of Saiman's tomb.

The wood elf turned his head and knelt down to look at the dwarf druid.

"I'm sorry, Jurgen. It was a rash attempt to recommend you to raise a human child."

"No! There is nothing worthy of apology!" Jurgen could not accept Zairafar's apology, and the hint of contempt for human life in his words made the dwarf even more angry, "Saeman Mercer is my son! He wasn't a fucking foolhardy attempt! He's my son! Just like all the druids in the woodland, the meaning of life should not be measured by length! Take back what you said, Zairafar!"

Jurgen saw his spittle splashing onto the face of the wood elf. His adoptive father had a long lifespan and equal status. He was always a wise and gentle presence in his mind. Jurgen never thought that one day he would have a moral conflict with him, let alone that his own will would be as strong as stone when faced with him.

The wood elf's expression became gloomy and solemn, and an older man's power was quietly forming between his eyebrows. Jurgen had to face the archdruid bravely. For a moment, he seemed to feel that he was again Became that ignorant young boy.

"Are you sure?" Zailafa's voice carried undoubted power.

Silence was the dwarf's answer. He clenched his wooden stick and prepared to give his stubborn father a sap in front of Saiman's grave.

The wood elf stood up, looking down at Jurgen with eyes that had already changed and were filled with relief.

"You have understood the weight of life and the true meaning of sowing and reaping. My son, you have passed the test."

Jurgen was stunned for a moment, he didn't understand what the elder meant at all.

"What?"

The wood elf smiled and said, "It seems that you have really devoted yourself to this relationship and forgotten the original purpose. I am very happy, Jurgen." He looked at the mound with gratitude in his eyes, "Seventy Years ago, you applied to the Council of Elders to be promoted to an elder druid and to train a human, which was the trial I gave you. I thought you couldn’t understand your dwarf’s bad temper, Jurgen, but you do Here we are. A human being changes you with his life, and you become a father."

“Although life has lengths and shorts, there is no distinction between high and low.”

"We live long enough to stand on the river of time and see through history."

"They spread their branches and leaves, using their descendants and relatives as an extension of their lives."

“So we all exist eternally, we are all children of nature.”

The wood elf looked towards the woodland and continued.

"But barriers and prejudices, conflicts and disputes separate us."

"We need to understand that we need a special presence to connect the long-lived with the short-lived."

"Jurgen Mercer, you raised a short life with an older life. You understood their hardships and their bitterness. You treated them equally. I hereby announce that you have become the new Druid of the Great Woodland. Elders, sowers.”

The dwarf was at a loss for what to do, and soon he understood the reason for the wood elf's loud preaching.

They appeared one by one, they walked out of the jungle one by one, they were dressed in different clothes, and they looked at Jurgen with the same clear and admiring eyes. Everyone, young and old, bowed before the Druid elders. Jurgen looked at these strange and familiar people, they were all human beings.

The wood elf's voice carried calmly across the breeze.

"Saeman Mercer was the first human being to join our woodland. In these short seventy years, those seeds of the past have blossomed and formed an important part of the woodland."

"Most of them are orphans, abandoned in the wilderness. They do not rely on the city, and they have never returned to the forest. But now, they have found a place to call home, because they know that even if they do something wrong, there will be a father who will cry for them. "

"Go, Jurgen Mercer, and accept their greetings. This is the blessing given to you by Syman Mercer."

The human druids lined up silently, and one after another, they came to Saiman's cemetery and planted a flower representing themselves in this corrupt and dilapidated cemetery.

"Hail to you, Sower."

"Hail to you, Sower."

"Hail to you, Sower."

…

The stubborn dwarf washed his face in tears again, and flowers bloomed next to his child's grave.

Even the dilapidated and decaying jungle cannot conceal this vibrant spring.

He is no longer the only one who remembers Saiman's existence. His compatriots have taken root in their homeland.