All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

Chapter 337 Why don’t you look back?

Livia stared at her brother Andre coldly, as if she wanted to turn her gaze into a knife and make a few cuts on his clean and strong young face.

Andre asked helplessly: "It's been three days and you still refuse to say a word to me. Why did I make you unhappy again?"

"You just make me unhappy. You know why, but you still come to ask me? Do I still have to praise you?"

"There's something wrong with that statue."

"It was bought by Dad. Why do you lose his property?"

"No matter whose property it is, if it threatens the family, it should be destroyed. Levi, you have come into contact with too few people and things. You don't understand the dangers hidden behind the light. Dozens of people disappear every day in Waterdeep City. Crimes are happening all the time in corners that you can’t see. You should believe in those good gods, such as the Three Saints of Justice, the goddess Watkin, and the goddess Sune, rather than anything..."

"King of the Tower." Livia retorted sharply, "You don't even understand Him, let alone me."

"You? How could I not understand my Levi? My dear sister, what you said is really hurtful. How could I not understand you? I am so much older than you and I have watched you grow up."

Livia was choked by Andre's words, and her face turned whiter than porcelain, "Then what do you think I need? Since you know me, you should know that a person who is trapped at home for ten years What does it feel like to be a man for four years... Look, I know you can't imagine it, because you are a big man, you won't be out of breath walking up the stairs, you won't get a fever just because the wind blows on the balcony for a while, you won't I'm trapped because I fell and dislocated my joint, and I don't want to be here, Ender!"

"Levi, I've already apologized."

"So? You can make decisions for me without authorization, deny my goals, and force me to continue to be naive and ignorant. When I get older, my father will arrange for me to marry a bald old man, and then I will die of an illness. At home, after death, I am thrown into the city of the dead, and you even have to write my epitaph for me. This is not human life, this is poultry. Compared with the parrot, I am just in a more beautiful cage."

"Calm down..." Andre couldn't believe that this was what his sister would say. In his impression, Livia was a sweet-sounding, quiet and smart girl, like a sparrow in the wind and rain, always clinging to the canopy of a tree. Under the shade.

He never realized that this was a bird waiting for the rain to stop. Although her feathers were all wet, she had been preparing to flutter her wings and fly.

Livia was gasping for breath, leaning back in her chair, expanding her ribcage to allow more fresh air to rush into her lungs.

Andre was afraid she had asthma, so he kept silent, like an honest bear in a circus.

Livia wanted to say something else, but her strength was exhausted, which made her cry expressionlessly.

Andre couldn't stand the look of a woman crying silently. When he was a child, he saw such an expression on his mother's face. It was the time when his father went south to do business and disappeared. She cried alone at night, lamenting the injustice of her fate. , let the husband of a diligent and thrifty woman be in danger, and make the child of a gentle mother naughty.

After that, Andre gradually transformed from a merchant's playboy to an upright young man.Tire's priests have been persuading young people to convert to the righteous way all day long, but with little success. Mother's tears are probably more effective than magic and miracles.

It was even more distressing when my sister cried, as if he was hit by an out-of-control horse when he was still training in the city guard camp, and he couldn't breathe.

"Okay, I brought you a gift." Andre took out an emerald pendant and put it on Livia himself.

The girl's neck, which is as thin as a reed, is dotted with green beads, reflecting her face brightly, but her stubborn expression does not relax.

"Li Wei, you have grown up before you know it." Andre sat next to her, "I haven't said some things before, because I think you are too young to understand. Now we can talk. I I know that you have pessimistic thoughts about the future because of your frail body, but we are all by your side, and I will be by your side.

"When you are older, I will take you out to exercise, or we may move to the south. It is too cold in the north and the seaside is damp. We will move to a warmer place and raise dogs to graze together. You drink more goat milk and keep your body healthy." Take good care of yourself. Then you can go around, make female companions, and meet boys you like. You won't marry an old bald man in the future, I promise."

Livia looked at him coldly for a while, then suddenly smiled, "You look so stupid."

Andre let out a long breath, and he tentatively asked: "Then you won't believe that again..."

"Tower King."

"Yes, you won't trust him anymore, right?" Andre didn't even want to pronounce the title.

"Ender, sooner or later we will be separated."

"At least you don't believe in any pagan religions when I'm in this house for a day. Levi, you don't have nothing. Our family is rich and has the ability to let you live the life you like."

Livia stood up, "I want to rest."

"promise me."

"……All right."

After this conversation, the youngest daughter of the Mai Ke family gradually returned to normal. She was no longer obsessed with books like a madman, and she no longer talked about the light in the skull and the path of silver casting.She has become completely normal.Even Andre, who was most worried, relaxed his vigilance, feeling that the warmth of the family finally soothed his sister's anxious heart.

At night, Livia entered a strange dream again.

She stood in the middle of the Silver Forging Road, six candles were lit behind her.

The girl sat down cross-legged and looked at the library tower in the distance. Her eyes reflected the wonder that stretched across the sky and the earth, until her chest was filled with courage. Then she struggled to recall the books she had scrawled through during the day. The content she read was the exchange rate fluctuations of common currencies in Faerûn. , for a businessman’s daughter, this is considered family education.

There is no unified currency system on the continent of Faerûn. Since the decline of that glorious ancient magic empire, local governments have chosen to issue their own coins. The different precious metal contents also make the currencies of different systems have different values.

Finance involves complex mathematics, and Livia writes and draws in the sand with her fingers.

She gradually became fascinated, immersed in the clean mathematical logic.

The sparks of thought gradually gathered, and the brain seemed to be soaked in warm salt water, which stung slightly, but was very comfortable.

"what are you writing?"

A sudden voice startled Livia.

"Ah!" She turned her head blankly, looking at the source of the voice.

Not far away was a half-grown boy, with the cunning and fierceness in his eyes. He stood on another silver casting road, with a distance between the two sides, but he poked his head and wrote Livia on the sand. You can see the calculations on the ground.

The boy crossed his arms, looked around, and asked Livia: "Where is this place? Who are you?"

"..." The girl also crossed her arms, but in a cowering defensive posture.

"Dumb? I can't read or write. It's okay now. We have nothing to say." The boy thought for a while, and suddenly walked towards Livia, but he disappeared the moment he stepped out of the silver casting road.

Livia let out a breath. She guessed that this person was also inspired by the king of the tower and fell into a dream, but she was not Linde and did not explain.

Brother Andre's words came to mind, paganism will always use all means to develop and go offline. That boy should be the second one, and there may be more in the future.

Livia felt truly frightened at the thought of having to deal with so many people.

She looked at the tower again, the road was winding and never seemed to end.

Is it really worth continuing on this path? What if she got to the tower and found out that what her brother said was right and that what was waiting for her was really an evil spirit? What if everything Lind said was a lie?

She now had no worries about food and clothing, and her family was well off, which made her future bright. There was no need to abandon everything for a possible hope, especially under that bright coat, there might be danger hidden.

Everything goes back to the original question - ordinary people in the world, why are you unwilling to be ordinary, abandoning a stable life, and embarking on a road shrouded in fog?Knowing that it is a risk, why do you still have no hesitation?

Livia sat there blankly, then stood up, walked out of the silver casting road, and escaped from the dream.