Twilight War

Chapter17 Odyssey

As the sun gradually rises, it leaves the gorgeous sea and rises to the copper sky, shining on immortal gods and mortal mortals, high above the fertile fields.

- "Odyssey"

01

"Copy it quickly, it will be handed in soon." Dai Wen rolled the book into a tube and tapped it on the table in front of Zichen.

After half a month of self-indulgence, Zichen ushered in a mountain of homework.

Obviously, the model of the Hall of Valor for the elite is very unsuitable for a salted fish like Zichen. He is just a salted fish that was washed ashore, and it is the cheapest one that costs one copper plate.

The salted fish turned around and was still a salted fish, even if he was washed up on Wisipel's bed, he was still a salted fish, the kind of salted fish who couldn't even finish his homework.

"Ahhhhhh!!! Why are there so many!" Zichen threw the pen aside and collapsed on the bed.

"At dusk, those who are guilty must be paid, and those who have debts must be paid." Dai Wen said the old saying that has been passed down for a long time, "I have been happy for such a long time, and I always have to pay it back." He gently pulled All of a sudden, the clothes on the dusty shoulders revealed a lot of ambiguous traces.

"It's just that the injury hasn't healed yet!" Zichen pulled his clothes back in a panic.

"I would like to know what kind of 'enemy' can leave such marks on you." Devon said with a mean smile, he raised his eyebrows, "Let's talk, this time has been a lot of fun, right? Is it the girl from the Hall of Valor? It looks very intense, I can't tell."

"Come on, share it with your buddies."

Zichen touched his neck with his fingers uncomfortably, "Get lost! Who wants to share this kind of thing with you?"

"Blushing? Oh, it won't be the first time." Devon still looked at Zichen with a smirk. "Don't be shy like this, your face is already familiar, okay?"

"You... you go! My mother... don't want to see you at all."

"Oh, I thought we Zichen should spend our days in the Hall of Valor purely, but I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it." Devon shook his head.

"Hey! Are you looking down on me?"

"No, no." Devon shook his head without sincerity, "But, Zichen. You have to be careful in the future."

"What?" Zichen asked in bewilderment.

"Nine times out of ten, your girlfriend is a jealous woman. And she must be more scheming than you." Devon said with a sigh.

"Hey! What do you mean, you!"

"Zichen, it's going to be midsummer in a few days, and now you can cover it up with this shirt. But as long as you put on our summer uniform, these things can't hide anything. Wearing a shirt around your neck These, how can you flirt with girls." Devon shook his head and said.

"You treat everyone with the same ulterior motives as you!"

"It's not that I have ulterior motives, but that this world is inherently dangerous." Dai Wen patted Zichen's head, "Zichen, how can I live without you?"

"If I don't have you, I will immediately go to the temple to burn incense!"

02

After finally copying homework, Zichen and Dai Wen set up an oven and prepared to grill fish in the dormitory.

The metal brackets were stolen from the mechanical laboratory and assembled into the oven by themselves.

As students of the Department of Mechanical Engineering, they have always been very active.

The two of them even used the constant temperature oven behind the laboratory to roast sweet potatoes last time. As expected of the alchemy equipment of an institution of higher learning, the roasted sweet potatoes were particularly sweet.

However, the professor in the next class found that the mithril he refined was mixed with yellow impurities. He thought for a long time with the mithril he refined, and claimed that it must be recorded in the "Book of Promise" and has not been discovered by humans. secret gold!

The fuel was the silver of the great abyss that Devon poured out from the oil drum of his car. It was of high purity, and the two of them deliberately added impurities in order to avoid setting the house on fire.

Dai Wen couldn't trust Zichen to assemble the oven. After all, Zichen almost failed in this semester's mechanical assembly class, so he sent Zichen to kill fish.

After assembling the oven, Dai Wen was going to see how Zichen killed the fish, but he saw Zichen was forced into a corner by a lively fish.

"Dai... Dai Wen, why... how to kill fish!!!" Zichen tremblingly held a fruit knife and looked at Dai Wen.

"Zichen, have you killed chickens and fish before?" Dai Wen asked helplessly.

Zi Chen shook his head.

"That's right. Didn't you say that you used to be a monk? Monks don't allow killing." Dai Wen patted Zichen's head.

"It's a good thing you weren't asked to go to the combat department. Killing a fish is like this. If you kill someone, you don't have to pass out directly." Devon pushed Zichen to the chair, wiped an apple and handed it to Zichen, and then said kindly. He smiled and said, "We Zichen, let's just eat apples obediently here."

"Leave this killing to me."

Then Devon, like a hero, picked up the fruit knife and walked towards his battlefield.

Zichen held the apple in both hands behind him and took a bite.

Half an hour later, the two shared a piece of grilled fish that was charred on the outside and tender on the inside.

The silver of the abyss burning at the bottom of the oven was like flowing mist, and the light blue flame roasted the golden fish skin, making a crackling sound.

"How can you be so free now that you are a Templar. My cousin is also a Templar, so I hardly see him all day long." Devon said while flipping the grilled fish.

"It's okay, it may be because I just got injured, so there are relatively few tasks, and I am a mechanical system, so I must have a lot less tasks than those of the combat system."

"By the way, have you followed His Highness to the Demon Song Sea?" Devon asked.

"No, what's that place?" Zichen put a piece of golden grilled fish on the plate.

"My cousin often can't contact anyone for more than ten days. Every time I ask him, he says that he accompanied His Highness to the Demon Song Sea Territory, and then he doesn't say anything when I ask him more carefully. What is this? Templar non-disclosure agreement," Devon said.

"Maybe it's because I don't have permission to access it yet," Zichen said. "The Templar Knights seem to be very strict in rank, and all secrets need to have the corresponding authority to know."

"But it is said that you can see sirens in the demon song sea area."

"What is a siren?" Zichen asked.

"Sirens are banshees in the depths of the ocean. They have astonishing beauty, and what is even more astonishing is their voice. They will confuse passing ships with their singing, and make the sailors on those ships their lovers." Or... food."

"Sounds really good." Zichen thought for a while and said.

"You think so too! Me too! It sounds very beautiful, doesn't it!!" Devon said with a look of yearning, "I feel like this task is to pick up girls and see beautiful women! Sea monsters and so on sound very sexy Ah! This is definitely a top-secret mission that the other Templars wanted to reward themselves with!"

"Zichen, it seems that you are isolated from the authority of pleasure, what does this mean! You must work hard, otherwise no one will take you with you!!"

"Not everyone wants to pick up girls like you all day long!!"

"What are you thinking about if you don't want to pick up girls? Pick up guys?" Devon said with aggrieved expression.

"Get out!" Zichen randomly picked up a book and threw it on Dai Wen.

"Well, boy, I hope you can go further and further on the path of the Templars."

02

In the Auer sea area, the old man guarding the tower stared blankly at the charcoal fire in front of him, with cheap rum next to it.The gray and white beard was tangled together, as if there was still wet wine on it.

"Here, the annoying guy is here again." He said with his back to the door.

Wischpel put a horse lantern made of black iron on the table, but what was placed in the lantern was not a kerosene lamp, but almost blue sea water and floating lighthouse jellyfish.

The lighthouse jellyfish is the only 'immortal' creature. In a state of crisis, it can re-grow from a mature state to a drop-shaped life form.In a biological sense, as long as the lighthouse jellyfish is not eaten, it can live forever.

The normal lighthouse jellyfish is only four or five millimeters, but the jellyfish in the Vichy Perma lantern is a full six or seven centimeters.Floating in the transparent glass cover, the faint blue fluorescence illuminates the sea water in the glass,

"How is it, this time?" the old tower guard asked.

"Not many qualified this time, and most of them have been burned to ashes before they can be collected." Wisipel took out a delicate crystal bottle from his arms.

The bright blue liquid in the bottle slightly covered the bottom of the bottle.

"If you follow this progress, it seems that you will not be able to fill up the Soul Binding before Loki wakes up."

"Always give it a try," says Wichpel.

"If you want to enter the kingdom of the dead, you need to sacrifice millions of souls." The old man said, "but this million is just a false finger. In fact, what the kingdom of the dead needs is the murder, resentment and sin in the soul."

Vichypel didn't speak.

"But such a soul is hard to find."

The lighthouse jellyfish floats up and down in the glass cover of the horse lantern, dimly flickering.

"By the way, when are you going to take that wolf away." The old man took a sip of his wine and said.

There was a black wolf squatting in the corner of the lighthouse. The originally smooth hair was covered with a lot of grass stalks and dust. It was obvious that the old man didn't put much effort into taking care of the wolf.

"After a while, Zichen will stay in the Golden Palace during this time." Wihipel looked at the sleeping wolf with closed eyes, "I'm not sure if he likes the greedy wolf."

Ravenous wolf is the name of the wolf.

"Because I'm not sure if he will like it, so I hide it?" The old man smiled.

"In a while, I'll show Ravenous Wolf to him," Wihipel said.

"Really? Do you really have that courage?"

"He doesn't have to know Greedy Wolf, it's fine if he doesn't know."

The old man picked up some firewood and threw it into the fire in front of him. His aging face looked like a stone carving in the red firelight.

"Then what about the wolf in your heart?" The old man said suddenly, "Is that how you hide it?"

"Because I'm afraid that once the child sees the wolf in your heart, I won't dare to approach you again, so I simply put away my fangs and claws and become a domestic dog?"

"Your Highness Kewispel, you are a wolf after all, not a domestic dog." The old man poured cheap wine into the small pot set up on the stove, "Your fangs and sharp claws will eventually be exposed."

"And the moment you were exposed was the moment when you tore that boy apart."

"The greedy wolf is a greedy beast, and its desire is also your desire. What's the use of suppressing yourself like this, because you are afraid that you want too much, and that child can't afford it?"

Vehipel looked at the sea in the distance, his eyes were emerald-like green.

"Okay, let's not talk about this, you can hide as long as you can, I will help you raise this wolf first." The old man said: "But I remember that there should be a wolf beside you, called the wolf, right? .”

"kindness."

"What? Did you run away from you?"

"It wasn't even close to me," Wihipel said.

"Don't you even like your pets? It's really sad." The old man shook the wine in his hand and said, "But it's okay, I don't like you either."

"En." Wischpel nodded, not knowing whether he didn't care about the old man's answer or because he was always unlikable.

"I was thinking that there would be a fool in this world who would fall in love with you, but it just so happened that you met a fool." The old man said.

Wisipel wanted to say that Zichen was not stupid, but after thinking about it, it seemed that he didn't have the confidence to say so, so he just said softly:

"……he's good."

"Okay, it's getting late, do you want to go back?"

"Yeah," Vichypel nodded.

"Go back and feed that silly bird of yours?" the old man asked behind him.

"Ah."

"Since we know that we will lose it in the end, why bother to be obsessed with it." The old man said looking at Vehipel's back.

Vehippel didn't speak for a long time, but in the end he just smiled almost gently and sadly, "Since you always know that the wine will be finished, don't you still drink it all the time?"

"It's different," said the old man.

"I'm just a drunk, and I want to have fun before I run out. I know that I don't have much wine, so if anyone dares to snatch it, I dare to fight him desperately."

The author has something to say: Tomorrow there will be an update on the Rose Oath, which is the original story between the Queen and Brunhilde. If you don’t like it, you can skip it.

I didn't plan to post it at first, but after looking at the first draft, I found that my writing was not bad. I really should write Lily...

In order not to affect everyone, I will finish the Rose Vow chapter at once tomorrow.

And there's the daily chatter.

Everyone, don't be so worried about abuse or something.

Our little yellow bird is just a dude with a lot of burdens. If I want to write abusive novels, it is impossible for the protagonist to have this kind of personality.

There will be pain, but what is more important is the strength in pain, there will be despair, but more importantly is the new life after despair.

Also, as mentioned earlier, sometimes life is more about constant loss than gain.

And what I want to really talk about is how to deal with what is lost.This is difficult, but we have to face it.

Then there is loneliness, the beast named loneliness devours everything quietly and with a big mouth.And the little yellow bird is just learning how to get along with loneliness, like when he was sitting alone on the swaying rail car, when he was watching the dusk alone.

In this world, before learning to get along with others, you must first learn to get along with yourself.

I'm actually quite a long-winded person, so sometimes I talk about the history of various countries that are useless, and I make it up myself.But these histories make me feel that this continent really exists, the ancient and decadent Donghuang, the frigid Arthur in the north, and Vaner full of power and conspiracy. The history of the past 800 years has been calculated in my heart for a long time, and from time to time I will pick out some to tell you like a storyteller.

I actually enjoy the feeling of writing Donghuang. Donghuang is like a different world hidden under this story, and what I have to do is to slowly brush off the dust covered by this ancient empire.

The most challenging and favorite thing is to keep looking for the similarities and differences between Zichen and Huangxuanjin. They are like two children walking slowly through a mirror, but one day they will meet in a certain place. A place to meet.

There is Wei Dian, he is the person who makes me feel distressed the most.Compared with all the known emotions of the little yellow bird, Wei Dian is more forbearing, and a forbearing child will also hurt.

Finally, thank you all for accompanying me until now.