elf successor

By the time Gus returned to the cabin, the sky was dark.

The cold wind in winter is not blocked by the sun, blowing unscrupulously in the small town at night, getting more and more urgent.

"squeak······"

Gus jumped directly onto the bed and hurriedly opened the wooden window. Taking advantage of the fact that the sky was not completely dark yet and coupled with the reflection of the vast white snow, Gus could actually see clearly the mysterious small words on the book.

Lamp oil was too expensive, costing five coppers per lamp, and Gus' monthly salary was only one silver coin.

The stronger the wind, the deeper the night.

"Meditation allows people to give up sleep and use time more effectively."

Gus murmured and closed the book silently. His face was calm, but his hands were beating slightly. It was very light and unnoticeable, but it still betrayed Gus's excited heart.

"Thum...thum...thum..."

Elegant fingers lightly clasped the window bars, and Gus's eyes were like blue gems, so deep that it made one's heart palpitate.

Gus knew that he would lose his memory. As long as he fell asleep and woke up the next day, he would lose a large chunk of his memory. With the help of Uncle Ross, Gus also tried not sleeping. Although it worked, Gus was still awake all the time. There will be no amnesia, but Gus only lasted two days that time before he passed out.

Gus was still young at that time, and coupled with the lack of food, the sleepiness would naturally be stronger than usual and he could not hold on.

As expected, when he woke up, Gus was like a pendulum clock that had been set and returned to the starting point.

The memory was erased again, completely.

Gus looked at the mountains in the distance, their white ridges stretching into the darkness.

As the first heavy snow falls, the northern frontier of the Massa Empire will usher in a period of stability.

Barbarians in winter will not cross the cloudy Nether Mountains, nor dare to leave their residences blankly. Winter is a disaster for barbarians.

This situation will continue until spring.

The mountains within Gus' field of vision are the Netherworld Mountains.

"Wizard."

Gus took a deep breath, glanced at the completely dark sky, gently closed the wooden window, quickly jumped out of the cot, and walked to the closet that had not been opened for a long time, even the handle was covered with layers of dust. .

Hidden there was the only oil lamp in the house.

Due to a strange disease that causes frequent amnesia, Gus's personality has become extremely free and easy. He is like an old man who has ignored life and death and treats the world like an outsider. He is extremely free and easy.

However, the appearance of this book made Gus, who had long forgotten the feeling of his heart beating rapidly, finally experience the feeling of hope that cleared away the clouds at this moment.

If you learn to meditate, you can live a normal life. Gus believes that if your illness is cured, you will have enough time to build a big house.

Light the oil lamp, and the faint scent of rosin floats in the hut.

Under the dim light, Gus eagerly turned over the books carefully.

"Try to reach the state of 'emptiness and nothingness', present the dead silence of the brain, and only let the spirit guide the energy of the elements into the body. This is meditation."

Gus frowned, his eyebrows coming together, and he held his chin.

It was dead silent, the air was as frozen as ice, and only the oil lamp on the table made a "sizzling" sound.

Time was passing, and there was only the soft sound of cardboard. The weather was very cold late at night, but Gus was immersed in the strange world and forgot about everything.

The thin rags had no feeling.

Dawn is always very early in the town. When Gus came to his senses again, it was already bright. After yesterday's quietness, today, the town was noisy again.

The oil lamp on the table also burned out its life at this moment, and the wick lay lazily beside the lamp.

Gus twisted the wick, which was still warm, and Gus picked it into the lamp.

After not sleeping all night, Gus still felt very energetic.

"I'm going to buy some more lamp oil."

Gus closed the book with satisfaction and looked at the empty oil lamp without feeling any distress. In Gus' view, it was their destiny to let the lamp oil fully burn themselves.

And it was a good thing that I could let them live out their lives perfectly.

Holding the book tightly, he opened the door and walked out calmly.

The Bone Tomb remains as usual. In this small town, no one except Gus will take the initiative to come to this place. Even the steward of the Baron Castle will go to Gus' dilapidated hut when he pays his wages at the end of the month and will never set foot here.

Where the dead live, the living will always reject them.

Quiet, Gus is very satisfied. He is away from the hustle and bustle of the town and can calm down and experience the beauty of meditation.

Today, for the first time, Gus did not pick up the broom, but sat cross-legged on the corpse bed.

Meditation has its own unique breathing method. This book is very simple. Gus can learn to try it. All his illnesses can be found in this book.

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"Ahem---"

Gus didn't know how many times he choked on his own saliva. He glanced out the window. It was still early and he closed his eyes again unwillingly. He carefully recalled the description in the book and forced himself to calm down.

Gus didn't know that in order to meditate, he had to communicate with elemental energy, but Gus skipped this step and went directly to the next stage.

The entire hall fell into dead silence, except for the worn-out Boko pendulum clock timer in the corner, swinging slowly.

When the sun shines through the low windows again, in the dim hall, there are some different colors, like rainbows, but not, scattered around Gus.

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In the endless darkness, Gus looked around blankly. His companions kept falling and falling until they turned into glass and scattered. The entire time and space was shrouded in this panic spirit.

Everyone's face is unfamiliar, and in the darkness, faces surround him.

Broken, scattered.

It was beautiful, but Gus was heartbroken, just like the moment Uncle Ross died.

Broken, gorgeous, brilliant...the weapons in the hands of these people are like a burst of phantom smoke, disappearing with their owners.

The wand, the sword, the battle axe, the giant shield, and even the dragon knight's robe, all displayed in front of Gus like blood and tears, and then were annihilated in the darkness, and the entire time and space was annihilated by the darkness again.

"Beside the endless sea of ​​knowledge, I await your return, my partner!!!"

A deep voice sounded, and Gus stared into the distance, where the voice came from.

"Snapped------"

In the tomb of corpses, Gus touched his head. It took a long time for his distracted eyes to condense into blue stars.

Okay, why did you fall off the corpse bed?

"I seem to be dreaming about elves."

Gus simply leaned against the corpse bed, recalling the strange dream just now. Gus remembered the last sentence clearly. It was said by an elf.

Very beautiful, very beautiful.

Elf, this is a legend belonging to Jiuji Continent, but unfortunately, it has disappeared now. It is said that it is living in seclusion deep in the Silver Moon Forest.

It's just that the place is too remote, in the southernmost part of the entire Jiuji Continent.

No one could come out of there alive.

Gus pondered, staring blankly at the wonderful patterns on the glass.

The appearance of the elf just passed by for a fleeting moment, and the next moment, Gus felt that the patterns were so beautiful. Over the years, he had not noticed these details.

Fortunately it's not too late.

How could I know the elves? If I have the mind to think wildly, I might as well appreciate the exquisite things that I have never discovered.

These are just the side effects of meditation.

Gus thought about it and felt it made sense. He patted his stomach, picked up the book and walked out.

The setting sun in winter is always so tender, reflecting the surrounding clouds like colorful clouds, with different shapes, doing their best.