Dreams on the Green Island

I've never done these things before, so I'm just curious..."

"Then how do you explain this?" Gilgamesh held the piece of paper and showed it to him.

Sweat was already dripping from Qi La's forehead.

"That..." He tried hard to hide his panic, desperately thinking of excuses.

"Which one is... I saw that a piece of paper was missing from a notebook... there happened to be a ball of paper in the trash can... so I wanted to see why it was torn off...

"However, if you really doubt me." Qi La opened his eyes and boldly looked straight into his pupils: "Just kill me. I would rather die than live under suspicion."

long silence.

Qi La felt that the cold touch spreading to her chest had eased a lot.

I don't know how long this confrontation lasted before he suddenly let go of his hand and said softly: "I won't kill you." After finishing speaking, he turned his back as if he was about to leave.He said, "Qi La, remember, curiosity killed the cat."

The voice was helpless and tired, like a soft silk.The slap on Qi La's heart was like a superficial slap in the face, but it was a severe pain.Qila looked at Gilgamesh's back hidden in the darkness, feeling uncomfortable for a while, but forgot that the ice wrapped around her body had already melted.

"Let's go to dinner." Gilgamesh suddenly turned around and smiled at him.In his blue eyes, there seemed to be a swan's huge dirty wings, a tired haze: "Actually, I came to ask you to eat together. Donghe also went out. I am alone, and I am not used to it anymore." It's over."

Like the cloudy sky boiling outside the window.

"okay."

It was only then that he came to his senses, and quickly followed the first-time prince in front of him, walked side by side with him, and disappeared into the bright light outside the door.

In the huge study room, only a messy long table remained, silent in silence.

【five years ago】

【Aslan Empire in the West · Habar Desert】

I don't know when he fell into a drowsy sleep, but was awakened by a small sound from a distance.

Galanz lowered his head and patted Yin Chen, calling him up.

"What's wrong?" Yin Chen straightened up, raised his hand and gently rubbed his eyes.

"Let's go," Galanz raised the corners of his mouth and smiled at him gently.

The night in the desert is extremely cold, and even the starlight is as cold as a pinprick.Galanz really couldn't learn Yin Chen's courage to fall asleep while sitting on the back of a camel that was bumping constantly.At this moment, even though his legs and feet were already sore, and even his ankles and knees were rarely uncomfortable, he still insisted on walking step by step.His black robe was blown away, revealing a thin inner shirt that outlined the gnarled muscles on his chest.For many years, his face was sharpened by the sandy wind blade, faintly revealing the resolute outline of the legendary god of war.His character was also polished by the continuous strong wind and sand day and night, leaving only the hardest bones.There is no vanity, no contrast, he is just like this desert, wild and simple.

Also like this desert, in the deepest part, there is a soft secret hidden.

Galanz raised his head from time to time to look at the stars in the sky to confirm the direction he was heading, other than that, the extra movements were spent on boring walking and looking back to pay attention to the safety of Yinchen.The latter sat on the back of the camel, nodding his head from time to time, as if dozing off.

He tightened the reins wrapped around his hands, and insisted on walking step by step.

The sound of wind and sand rang against the ground, mixed with distant fine sounds, like the sound of dense footsteps.Through the sand, through the air, through the night sky, into the ears of camels.

Luotuo Laohuang raised his head, looking into the distance with slightly chaotic eyes.

【five years ago】

【Aslan Empire in the West · Fog Hidden Green Island】

The rain keeps falling.

Gilgamesh sat in front of his desk, quietly tidying up the table that had been turned over by Qila, and made a space in the center.His movements were quiet and steady, without making a sound.

It's just that no one knows that his heart is more chaotic than this table.

—Did he see it?

--probably not.If the soul power is sealed, the seal cannot be broken.

--But……

——After all, there is still soul power flowing slowly in his soul path.

—Although it is almost frozen.

Gilgamesh put down the last ancient book that was spread out, and glanced at the left column of drawers.After hesitating for a moment, he slowly stretched out his hand and pulled the second drawer open.A few rolls of parchment, two white quills and a bottle of black ink were randomly placed in the drawer.He reached in and pressed lightly on the upper floor of the drawer.Something fell gently from the floor into his hand.He took it out and put it on the table.

It was a notebook with a black leather cover.There is no title, no handwriting, as if it has never been opened.He lightly stroked his finger on the cover, and countless fine golden nets appeared like the texture of the skin, and the light flickered and then disappeared without a trace.

When Gilgamesh opened it gently, a few golden threads flowed into the notebook from his fingers.At the same time, dense black writing appeared on the yellowed paper that was originally empty.The brushwork is gorgeous, and the characters are connected like flowing water.He took out a quill, recalled it for a while, then lightly dipped it in ink, and quickly continued writing where the handwriting disappeared.