Twilight War

Chapter15 Travelers

May there be a rose to wear your bosom in the end.

01

In the morning, Zichen was lying on the bed unwilling to get up, curled up in the quilt like a hibernating cicada chrysalis.

"It's time to get up." Wihipel looked at Zichen helplessly after setting up the breakfast.

"Wait a while, just wait a little longer." Zichen shrank himself even more under the quilt and said.

"But that's what you said just now."

"I'm negotiating with the quilt." Zichen looked at Wisipel very seriously, "I was held hostage by the quilt, and he wouldn't let me out. You need to be patient in negotiating things like this! Otherwise, the hostages may be in danger. "

"Then did it offer any conditions?" Wihipel asked with a sigh.

"Oh, that's not true. It just said that I'll be with him for a while. It's just too lonely." Zichen said.

"Tell it, it can tear up the ticket, a person who sleeps until ten o'clock all day is not worth being rescued."

"Hey! Brother, when did you learn badly! How can you treat me like this!" Zichen yelled.

"It's ten o'clock now, and you told me you'd get up right away from six o'clock." Wihipel looked at Zichen and said.

"But a normal person needs to sleep twenty hours a day." Zichen replied a little sadly.

"Wouldn't it be that most of the time is spent sleeping." Wihipel said a little funny.

"That's right. People live to sleep, and they wake up to find food so that they don't starve to death while sleeping." Zichen said.

"Then you don't want to see me?" Wisipel sat beside Zichen, looking down at Zichen.

"Yes I do."

"But you can't see me when you're asleep."

Zichen blinked his eyes, seemed to be thinking seriously, and then made a compromise and said, "Then I will only sleep for sixteen hours a day from now on."

After Wichpel left, Zichen felt a little bored staying alone in the room, so he randomly picked out a mechanical book on the shelf and flipped through it.

The binding is old, the margins are frayed, and there isn't even a cover.

But Zichen only read a few pages before he was surprised by the content.

In Xilu, all mechanical drawings must be rigorous and clear, even the details of the texture must be drawn clearly.

And all the illustrations in this book seem to have just arrived at random.When encountering details that need to be completely finely portrayed, use the arrow to point to the blank at will, and then draw in the blank space.

And those unimportant places are just roughly sketched with a pencil or even ignored.

Some places are randomly annotated with text on the side, as if the author thought of something and wrote it on the side at will.

It is obviously such a rigorous and serious thing as a machine, but it is drawn in an almost freehand way.It seems that it is not a mechanical production with strict rules, but a work of art with a soul, even... life.

When God created man, it must have been like this

I don't know why Zichen likes this almost random drawing method.

It's a pity that the painter used a pencil, and many places have become blurred.But perhaps nothing is more suitable for such a casual painter than a pencil.

Zichen could even imagine how the man drew these machines on the paper with a pencil.

That person drew a flash of inspiration on the paper, sketched out the general shape in a hurry or even ignored the unimportant places, and carefully sketched the places he liked, and even the details of the lines were respectful and pious.

Zichen looked carefully at the illustrated book page by page. There are many machines that cannot be realized even today. After all, the author's thinking is really too abstract and random.

However, there are not many people who can endow a machine with a soul within a few strokes.

God War Mithril Armor, it can be seen that the author has put a lot of thought into this armor.

It took two full pages to show the wearing effect of the front, side and back of the armor, and then used three pages to split each detail.It seems that every arc of the armor has been carefully designed, and the production materials and requirements are carefully marked in small characters next to it.

Tempered three degrees with lava fire, Niflheim is cooled by the icy mist.

Mithril, a metal ten times more precious than gold, is considered to be the gold bestowed by the gods. It has extremely high defensive power but is lighter than any metal.

Just a rough outline with a pencil seems to endow the entire armor with the ability to kill and fight, but at the same time it has the aloofness and awe-inspiring beauty like a god.

Zichen felt that this armor was a little familiar, but after serious reflection, he remembered that this pair of mithril armor was the one that Vichypel would wear every time he fought.

The name is really apt.The battle of the gods is like a conquest by the gods.

White horse and silver spear, god battle armor.When he descends, all living beings bow down.

There are still many perfect mechanical designs in the back. Even today, there are few mechanical designs comparable to the illustrations in this book.

Halfway through the flip, Zichen found that a few pages were missing in the illustrated book. It felt like a corner of the best porcelain had been knocked off, which made people feel distressed.

Zichen thought otherwise, wait until Vehipel comes back and ask him.

He carefully put the illustration book back on the bookshelf, and then picked up the "Wanderer" next to him.

——I have been through thousands of rivers and mountains, but you are not here.

This sentence was written lightly with a pen on the title page, hidden in the corner of the page, as if a person who had walked alone for a long time stopped in a corner of the world, without despair or disappointment, just sighed lightly .

Zichen had heard of this book before, and this book should be regarded as a travel diary, recording every place the traveler traveled, the scenery and people, the natural mountains and rivers, even the withered vegetation, the melting snow and the singing of birds.

But no one knows who this traveler is, and there is no information about him. Many people have said that they have seen a traveler, but the time span of seeing the traveler is too large to be credible.

The courses in the Hall of Valor have been extremely tight. Zichen has always wanted to read this book, but he has never found the time. Now he can take a good look at this time.

Zichen opened a page casually and read on. The author's words were very plain. He watched the vicissitudes of the world like a passer-by, and the clouds were changing, but he seldom participated in it.

He was just passing by.

Before he knew it, Zichen watched for a long time. He seemed to be following that wanderer in every corner of the world. Walking slowly.

He said that Niflheim is shrouded in dense fog all year round, and it seems that the cold breath permeates the dense fog.There is nothing but an iceberg here, and it is still an iceberg if you walk 1000 meters, and it will still be the same if you walk any further.

The movement of the earth's crust formed a huge glacier fault, and the white ice streaks stretched.

No one can be seen here, but he thinks this is fine...

He said that Perla, the city of roses, is hidden in the ashes of the Dead Sea and the desert, and the rocky walls are the color of roses in the evening light.Ancient sculptures wait silently in the sand.

The vendors who came and went sold him natural sand and stone, which can have different colors in the sun, and the most beautiful roses can't compare with it.He told the peddler that he probably didn't need it, and the peddler told him that it could be used as a gift to his sweetheart, and that there were mysterious spells in the sandstone.

The white Santorini island by the Aegean Sea is a bit dazzling. The half-moon-shaped white buildings are placed on the black gravel and lined up on the cliffs.Looking from the shore, the sea is blue and the mountains are also blue. From time to time there are bells ringing from the flat-topped church.

He walked for a long time on the coast.

He said that Prague is like an aristocrat living in the Middle Ages, and the Baroque architecture is like a golden silk veil.

Stained glass windows, City of a Thousand Towers, St. John's Church, Prague Square.The Charles Bridge is ancient and brilliant in the night lights, and the dim lights reflected in the Vltana river under the bridge are like broken gold.

The crowds in Prague Square were crowded, and everyone passed by in a hurry. Every hour in the shop, the bell started to strike the time, and twelve statues came out one by one.

He really wanted to buy the chiming clock and give it to someone, but he was afraid that the person would not accept it.

The Charles Bridge, made of ancient stones, stands gently in the night lights.

That person's tone was always light, he walked through every corner of the world alone like this, but Zichen always felt that he was just behind him like this, and went to every place he had been with him, Niflheim, Perla, Santorini, Prague.

During that long and gentle time, the two of them just wandered around every corner of the world alone.

The sound of the key turning the door lock meant that Vichypel had returned.

He glanced at Zichen who was lying on the bed reading a book, "Reading?"

"Ah."

Wischpel took off his military uniform and put it away.

Then go to the kitchen and cut the prepared ingredients and pour them into the pot. After putting the seasonings, carefully set the time.Finally, warm the fresh milk.

When he finished his work, Zichen was still lying on the bed and reading the book.So he also took a book and sat next to Zichen to read it quietly.Halfway through, he glanced at the book in Zichen's hand, "...which one are you reading?"

"The Wanderer."

"Oh." Wihipel turned his head and continued to read, and turned his head back to Zichen after a while and said, "Or you can change it."

"No, this is a pretty good book."

"This... has no plot, it's rather boring." Wihipel said, "Why don't you read something else."

"Quite good looking."

Zichen was still lying on the bed and slowly turning the pages of the book.

The man said that when he came to Asgard, it was the local Valentine's Day, and men and women on the road wore red roses.

Red rose petals covered the roads throughout the city, and rose petals were also falling from the Greek-style marble fountain, and he picked up a perfect rose at the foot of the statue of the saint, thinking that if he had the opportunity, he would like to give a People, wearing it on his chest.

Wihipel looked at Zichen several times as if he wanted to say something, but he held back.

Zichen continued to turn backwards, Auer sea area, the place where whitebait migrate back, and 900 million whitebait come up here every year.

"Brother, I've been to this place with you!" Zichen tugged at Wisipel's clothes excitedly.After turning a page of the book, Zichen saw a page in the book.

"What is this?" Zichen asked.

"I'm going to see if the milk is ready." Vehipel suddenly got up and said.

Zichen opened the paper.

The winding coastline, a pile of fish like a stick figure, and the rectangle next to it, Zichen studied for a long time before he realized that this is not the lighthouse where the strange old man is staying!

Incomprehensibly, these two... stick figures on the shoreline.

"Brother? Did you draw this?" Zichen looked at Vichypel who brought out the milk and said.

"...No!" Vehipel shook his head firmly.

"Really?" Zichen looked at Vehipel suspiciously.

"No."

"Okay, can you explain how this got here?" Zichen asked.

Wischpel said helplessly, "I have tried my best."

Zichen flipped forward, Niflheim, sure enough there was a piece of paper on the page before he turned.

...two stick figures walking inside a pile of giant triangles.

After thinking for a long time, Zichen realized that these triangles should represent icebergs.

The two stickmen must have put in a lot of effort. It is obvious that the stickman walking in front is carrying a box and wearing a black cloak represented by a blacked-out triangle.

Sure enough, the person who can make the armor in the illustration book just now into a real thing and wear it on his body should also be a child with rich imagination.

"Brother, are your skills in painting zero?" Zichen sighed and said, "Let me show you how good I am."

It is said that although his grades in mechanical class have always been bad, drawing has always been the first.

Zichen took a few pencils from the drawer, then found a piece of paper and turned to the blank side.

First, use soft brush strokes to gently outline the outline of the snow-capped mountains, and then use hard pencils to draw the fine lines on the ice surface little by little with a trembling pen.

Wihipel watched earnestly beside him, watching him gradually present the cold ice area on the paper.

It seems that time has been frozen here, and everything has frozen into eternal ice and snow, which will never melt from ancient times.Thousands of years of time have been frozen here, piled up layer by layer, day by day and year after year.

Zichen meticulously sketched out the details of the iceberg. He used an eraser to erase the translucent ice surface and the almost temperatureless sunlight refracted by the iceberg. Beautiful earlobes.The domain at the end of the world was slowly laid out on the paper.

The sun with almost no temperature shines on the snow-capped mountains. This is the realm of myths and epics, and there is no obvious boundary between heaven and earth.

Finally, he brushed lightly with a pencil on the paper, and then almost casually used his fingers to smear on the paper the cold light gray of the sky and the thick fog that enveloped the snowy mountains of Ace all year round.

"Very nice," said Vichypel, looking at the painting.

"I can't help it. Drawing is a housekeeping skill for the mechanical department." Zichen, who was praised, calmly suppressed his tail that was about to wag. "It's nothing."

"Well, the drawing is finished." Zichen folded the paper and put it in the book.

"Done?" Wisipel asked.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?" Zichen opened the paper again and looked at it for a while, "I don't think there is any problem. I drew it from memory, and I can only remember so much."

"Don't draw people?" said Vichypel.

"Huh?" Zichen was taken aback.

"Don't you need to draw people?"

"Our mechanical department doesn't teach drawing people, okay? It's so troublesome to draw people! I don't want it." Zichen shook his head quickly.

"Oh...well." Vichypel said with a smile.

Zichen carefully put the painting in the book, then suddenly froze.

He looked back at Vichypel and said, "Brother, do you want to go to all these places with me?"

[-] whitebaits backtracking in the Auer sea area, Niflheim, Perla, Santorini, which is frozen all year round...

Wisper didn't speak, but just looked at Zichen, and there seemed to be sparkling lake water in those eyes.

Zichen smiled, turned around and held Vesper's face in his hands, and looked up at him, "My brother, how can you be so stupid?"

He rubbed against Vichypel's face as if to comfort a large dog that had always been gentle, and Vichypel's long silver hair brushed against his fingertips.

Yes, someday.

The two of them will walk through every corner of the world together.