From ancient times to the present, countless people have searched for the road to Avalon, either because of its special status and academic value in history, or because of the legendary treasure of King Arthur buried in it, or simply longing for the legendary legacy. In the independent utopia, the paradise of the elves, people have tried their best to find the entrance of Avalon, and there have been many specious inferences-such as Glaston Castle in the southwest of Greenland, or Saint-Michel in France Mountain.
If it was a little earlier, even a little earlier, when Avalon was not yet closed, Chris would tell the scholars who made these inferences that the places they guessed could be considered to have touched Avalon... …At that time, it was called the border of the Forest of Elves. The homeland of elves covered by magic overlapped in another layer of space in the real world. It was vast and boundless, and only muddy swamps and small forests were exposed outside. The open entrance acts as an anchor to fix the fairy forest on the real world.
As for now, Avalon, which has cut off its connection with the real world, does not have any obvious entrances. The Utopia floating outside the world, just like the Garden of Eden and the Land of Elysium in the legends and myths, already belongs to Another level of things.
But mages always have a way. They have never been good children who will be obedient. It is clear from the research that even if the door is locked and do not disturb is written, you have to rack your brains to make some noise to disturb the peace of the owner.
Since the door is closed, there are always windows. Even if the windows are locked, the chimney is not a passage that cannot be considered. Santa Claus would not mind sharing his special passage with a group of curious guys. After all, they are just If you want to borrow a way, you don't mean to grab your job at all.
Of course, jumping down the chimney is definitely not very comfortable-well, the chimney is just a metaphor, but just looking at this metaphor, you can probably imagine that the journey to Avalon is definitely not as dreamy and beautiful as in the legend, on the contrary It's inevitable that you will be ashamed and embarrassed.
However, the little discomfort and embarrassment in the process are completely negligible for Peter, especially compared with his current situation and environment, such a little discomfort will soon be ignored by him. Completely forgetting about it, the young man with a big heart jumped quite curiously to adapt to his current erratic physical state, and looked around curiously at the surrounding environment.
He seemed to be able to feel the wind blowing through his body, and all kinds of flowers and plants growing in the swamp forest exuded wonderful fragrance, and they were swirled by the wind, blowing a young leaf on the tree to the ground. land.
This feeling is extremely weird. Those wonderful aromas are not transmitted to the brain through the nose and sense of smell, but through a more intuitive way, which penetrates silently from every corner of the skin. Before that, his body had already detected the existence of those fragrances one step faster.
Chris swiftly dragged Peter down who was about to float into the sky—truly dragged down, Peter was not like him and Merlin who could force the soul and body to reach A special wave frequency resonates with the space where Avalon is to forcibly cut into another world. The only Avalon Peter can enter is his soul. A clumsy bird that can't fly yet.
Peter is still not used to the weight of his soul, it feels a bit like he has changed into a new body, everything seems strange and familiar, so Chris was already prepared for this, and neatly bound himself with Peter with a temporary contract Okay, make sure that my little boyfriend who is good at killing will not get lost in some places he shouldn't go, and find things that are not suitable for him to discover.
The mysterious side and the scientific side are not the same system, so it's better for Peter to play it safe.
In fact, it wasn't until he stepped on the land of Avalon, and the familiarity of the surrounding plants and trees, gave Chris a sense of reality that he had actually returned.
God knows how many years he has not returned to the forest of elves, so that even Chris himself does not know that he will have such a deep memory of all this. Time seems to have completely lost his memory here, except for a few trees that grow taller After a while, certain clusters of flowers were not as brilliant as before, and the scenery he saw was the same as that of the past, as if it had reappeared yesterday, and the dusty past became vivid and bright.
They stood at the edge of the swamp in Avalon. Without a boat, no one could cross this seemingly peaceful swamp. Avalon, which was closed by heavy fog, no longer has boats to welcome guests, even those who once forged friendship with the elves. Even the great mage Merlin couldn't wake up the sleeping fairy of the lake in the swamp.
Human voices can't penetrate the fog of magic. Fortunately, they also brought Chris, who was once considered a half-elf, and Chris' wardrobe of various props and costumes with different functions.
Like a crystal clear harp entwined with lilies and vines.
Rather than being a musical instrument for playing, it is more like a fine work of art.
Chris found a suitable place to sit down, plucked the strings and hummed the out-of-tune piece softly, practiced it several times, took a deep breath and closed his eyes, and plucked the strings with his fingertips nimbly. The sound of the piano winds out like flowing water, the sound of the piano is quiet and soft, like the deepest part of the lake in the middle of the night, quietly turbulent and spreading ripples.
The tune of the humming following the sound of the piano is not high, the soft and hoarse voice sang content that others could not understand. What exactly is the song talking about, but he can clearly feel the emotions conveyed by Chris's voice. The direct feeling of the soul may be infinitely more sensitive than the contact blocked by the physical skin. Peter even felt in a trance. A misty illusion appeared in front of his eyes, and he saw the moonlight as bright as water in the hazy mist. The misty swamp turned into a clear and clear lake, and the water reflected the moonlight. In such a colorful light, he stood on the side of the lake , saw the other side of the lake.
He saw elves singing and dancing by the lake, those slender and elegant creatures were like a gentle breeze blowing, a rich and sweet fragrance, a bright and brilliant morning light, like all the bright and beautiful aggregates in this world, happy and carefree Singing and praising with concern, for everything in this world, no matter joy or sorrow, good or evil.
During the singing, the fog on the swamp slowly faded away, and the turbid swamp reflected the bright sky and the green trees, like a mirror washed by water, ripples rippled with the sound of the piano.
Chris's lonely humming added a new voice, and the high-pitched female voice echoed Chris's singing. The singing was fast and urgent, as clear and happy as a mountain stream, approaching from far away The singing voice changed from blurred to clear, and along with the sound of the piano weaved the tune at will, and then suddenly at a certain moment, a girl with pure gold hair jumped out of the calm swamp, her long skirt was wrapped in the light of the morning sun, and her fair skin was covered with water. The beads rolled down like pearls, and she watched Chris with joy, those beautiful eyes like sapphires.
The fairies of the lake, the elves guarding the last barrier of Avalon, headed by the queen named Vivienne, use wonderful magic that even the elves are amazed by, and are also good at casting all kinds of magical magic props— —The most famous one is King Arthur's sword of the king.
However, the fairy in the lake who walked slowly from the swamp to the shore with her skirt in her hand didn't seem to have the arrogance and moodiness in the legend. What was written in her eyes was pure joy, and her cheeks were stained with a touch of blush because of excitement. .
"Long time no see." She bent down and touched Chris's hair lightly, and said with a sigh, "It's really been a long time no see..."
"My dear little Chris..."
Peter blinked. Before he felt uncomfortable with the girl's excessive intimacy as a lover, he was keenly aware of the shadow of this charming lake fairy who was very similar to his dear Aunt Mei. That kind of resemblance She is tolerant and gentle like a mother, full of... mother?
Peter subconsciously glanced at Chris, and immediately caught the trace of embarrassment and shame on Chris's face, which is rare enough to be recorded in history, just like a high school student whose mother hugged him at the school gate and called him "dear baby", he wished to let him know immediately. The embarrassment and shame of rewinding time.
"Vivienne." Chris tried his best to restrain the embarrassment of being treated as a child in front of his little boyfriend and ex-enemy, he coughed twice and tried to put on a straight face, trying to get the noble Queen of the Lake Vivienne in front of him to know. He realized that he was no longer the silly, white and sweet half-elf, although he knew that in Vivienne's eyes, this assumption was more than [-]% untenable.
Vivienne just looks young and cute, and standing with Chris looks like Chris's younger sister. In fact, considering his age, Chris can be regarded as being brought up by her.
The first one is always special, even if Lancelot, who was taught by her later, and some other very good children, can't shake Chris' special position in Vivienne's heart.
Probably the difference between a real son and an adopted son.
Therefore, when Vivienne calmed down from the joy of the long-lost reunion, and noticed Peter standing aside, covered in Chris's breath from head to toe, she actually felt a little at a loss for a long time.
——What should the "son" suddenly bring the "daughter-in-law" home? I'm in a hurry, waiting online.
The author has something to say:
Chris’s harp is a fluorescent spirit-dawn harp, and the fluorescent spirit of the elf prince is not generally good-looking, addicted to QAQ
If it was a little earlier, even a little earlier, when Avalon was not yet closed, Chris would tell the scholars who made these inferences that the places they guessed could be considered to have touched Avalon... …At that time, it was called the border of the Forest of Elves. The homeland of elves covered by magic overlapped in another layer of space in the real world. It was vast and boundless, and only muddy swamps and small forests were exposed outside. The open entrance acts as an anchor to fix the fairy forest on the real world.
As for now, Avalon, which has cut off its connection with the real world, does not have any obvious entrances. The Utopia floating outside the world, just like the Garden of Eden and the Land of Elysium in the legends and myths, already belongs to Another level of things.
But mages always have a way. They have never been good children who will be obedient. It is clear from the research that even if the door is locked and do not disturb is written, you have to rack your brains to make some noise to disturb the peace of the owner.
Since the door is closed, there are always windows. Even if the windows are locked, the chimney is not a passage that cannot be considered. Santa Claus would not mind sharing his special passage with a group of curious guys. After all, they are just If you want to borrow a way, you don't mean to grab your job at all.
Of course, jumping down the chimney is definitely not very comfortable-well, the chimney is just a metaphor, but just looking at this metaphor, you can probably imagine that the journey to Avalon is definitely not as dreamy and beautiful as in the legend, on the contrary It's inevitable that you will be ashamed and embarrassed.
However, the little discomfort and embarrassment in the process are completely negligible for Peter, especially compared with his current situation and environment, such a little discomfort will soon be ignored by him. Completely forgetting about it, the young man with a big heart jumped quite curiously to adapt to his current erratic physical state, and looked around curiously at the surrounding environment.
He seemed to be able to feel the wind blowing through his body, and all kinds of flowers and plants growing in the swamp forest exuded wonderful fragrance, and they were swirled by the wind, blowing a young leaf on the tree to the ground. land.
This feeling is extremely weird. Those wonderful aromas are not transmitted to the brain through the nose and sense of smell, but through a more intuitive way, which penetrates silently from every corner of the skin. Before that, his body had already detected the existence of those fragrances one step faster.
Chris swiftly dragged Peter down who was about to float into the sky—truly dragged down, Peter was not like him and Merlin who could force the soul and body to reach A special wave frequency resonates with the space where Avalon is to forcibly cut into another world. The only Avalon Peter can enter is his soul. A clumsy bird that can't fly yet.
Peter is still not used to the weight of his soul, it feels a bit like he has changed into a new body, everything seems strange and familiar, so Chris was already prepared for this, and neatly bound himself with Peter with a temporary contract Okay, make sure that my little boyfriend who is good at killing will not get lost in some places he shouldn't go, and find things that are not suitable for him to discover.
The mysterious side and the scientific side are not the same system, so it's better for Peter to play it safe.
In fact, it wasn't until he stepped on the land of Avalon, and the familiarity of the surrounding plants and trees, gave Chris a sense of reality that he had actually returned.
God knows how many years he has not returned to the forest of elves, so that even Chris himself does not know that he will have such a deep memory of all this. Time seems to have completely lost his memory here, except for a few trees that grow taller After a while, certain clusters of flowers were not as brilliant as before, and the scenery he saw was the same as that of the past, as if it had reappeared yesterday, and the dusty past became vivid and bright.
They stood at the edge of the swamp in Avalon. Without a boat, no one could cross this seemingly peaceful swamp. Avalon, which was closed by heavy fog, no longer has boats to welcome guests, even those who once forged friendship with the elves. Even the great mage Merlin couldn't wake up the sleeping fairy of the lake in the swamp.
Human voices can't penetrate the fog of magic. Fortunately, they also brought Chris, who was once considered a half-elf, and Chris' wardrobe of various props and costumes with different functions.
Like a crystal clear harp entwined with lilies and vines.
Rather than being a musical instrument for playing, it is more like a fine work of art.
Chris found a suitable place to sit down, plucked the strings and hummed the out-of-tune piece softly, practiced it several times, took a deep breath and closed his eyes, and plucked the strings with his fingertips nimbly. The sound of the piano winds out like flowing water, the sound of the piano is quiet and soft, like the deepest part of the lake in the middle of the night, quietly turbulent and spreading ripples.
The tune of the humming following the sound of the piano is not high, the soft and hoarse voice sang content that others could not understand. What exactly is the song talking about, but he can clearly feel the emotions conveyed by Chris's voice. The direct feeling of the soul may be infinitely more sensitive than the contact blocked by the physical skin. Peter even felt in a trance. A misty illusion appeared in front of his eyes, and he saw the moonlight as bright as water in the hazy mist. The misty swamp turned into a clear and clear lake, and the water reflected the moonlight. In such a colorful light, he stood on the side of the lake , saw the other side of the lake.
He saw elves singing and dancing by the lake, those slender and elegant creatures were like a gentle breeze blowing, a rich and sweet fragrance, a bright and brilliant morning light, like all the bright and beautiful aggregates in this world, happy and carefree Singing and praising with concern, for everything in this world, no matter joy or sorrow, good or evil.
During the singing, the fog on the swamp slowly faded away, and the turbid swamp reflected the bright sky and the green trees, like a mirror washed by water, ripples rippled with the sound of the piano.
Chris's lonely humming added a new voice, and the high-pitched female voice echoed Chris's singing. The singing was fast and urgent, as clear and happy as a mountain stream, approaching from far away The singing voice changed from blurred to clear, and along with the sound of the piano weaved the tune at will, and then suddenly at a certain moment, a girl with pure gold hair jumped out of the calm swamp, her long skirt was wrapped in the light of the morning sun, and her fair skin was covered with water. The beads rolled down like pearls, and she watched Chris with joy, those beautiful eyes like sapphires.
The fairies of the lake, the elves guarding the last barrier of Avalon, headed by the queen named Vivienne, use wonderful magic that even the elves are amazed by, and are also good at casting all kinds of magical magic props— —The most famous one is King Arthur's sword of the king.
However, the fairy in the lake who walked slowly from the swamp to the shore with her skirt in her hand didn't seem to have the arrogance and moodiness in the legend. What was written in her eyes was pure joy, and her cheeks were stained with a touch of blush because of excitement. .
"Long time no see." She bent down and touched Chris's hair lightly, and said with a sigh, "It's really been a long time no see..."
"My dear little Chris..."
Peter blinked. Before he felt uncomfortable with the girl's excessive intimacy as a lover, he was keenly aware of the shadow of this charming lake fairy who was very similar to his dear Aunt Mei. That kind of resemblance She is tolerant and gentle like a mother, full of... mother?
Peter subconsciously glanced at Chris, and immediately caught the trace of embarrassment and shame on Chris's face, which is rare enough to be recorded in history, just like a high school student whose mother hugged him at the school gate and called him "dear baby", he wished to let him know immediately. The embarrassment and shame of rewinding time.
"Vivienne." Chris tried his best to restrain the embarrassment of being treated as a child in front of his little boyfriend and ex-enemy, he coughed twice and tried to put on a straight face, trying to get the noble Queen of the Lake Vivienne in front of him to know. He realized that he was no longer the silly, white and sweet half-elf, although he knew that in Vivienne's eyes, this assumption was more than [-]% untenable.
Vivienne just looks young and cute, and standing with Chris looks like Chris's younger sister. In fact, considering his age, Chris can be regarded as being brought up by her.
The first one is always special, even if Lancelot, who was taught by her later, and some other very good children, can't shake Chris' special position in Vivienne's heart.
Probably the difference between a real son and an adopted son.
Therefore, when Vivienne calmed down from the joy of the long-lost reunion, and noticed Peter standing aside, covered in Chris's breath from head to toe, she actually felt a little at a loss for a long time.
——What should the "son" suddenly bring the "daughter-in-law" home? I'm in a hurry, waiting online.
The author has something to say:
Chris’s harp is a fluorescent spirit-dawn harp, and the fluorescent spirit of the elf prince is not generally good-looking, addicted to QAQ
You'll Also Like
-
Naruto: My mother, Haruno Sakura, is so smart that she is almost a demon
Chapter 135 2 hours ago -
Sit-ups at Super Yang
Chapter 142 2 hours ago -
Naruto: Farming in the Sand Village with Pokémon
Chapter 281 2 hours ago -
I am a warrior in the Super Seminary
Chapter 265 2 hours ago -
Traveling across Douluo Continent to awaken a green onion
Chapter 440 2 hours ago -
You are in Pirates, and the system runs away at the beginning?
Chapter 20 2 hours ago -
Mijia Games: Creating Everything, Connecting Everything
Chapter 215 2 hours ago -
Genshin Impact: I was sent away by Yaksha at the beginning
Chapter 141 2 hours ago -
[HP Comprehensive UK and US] Platinum Stark
Chapter 70 2 hours ago -
Dragon Ball: Beyond Stronger
Chapter 172 2 hours ago