How do I break the team invitation from my old enemy?

They gradually floated up, and Lin Wei opened his eyes, looking down at the ruins on the ground.

The wound on his chest was bleeding continuously, but there was no pain.

"Sometimes I wonder what people like you would do if there was no war." Lin Wei said slowly, "I can't think of it——still can't think of it."

He turned his head to look at the person who caught him. No matter how many times he had seen this face, he couldn't find anything to criticize: "Now I can only look forward to seeing it with my own eyes."

The blood was inconspicuous on the black cloth, but bit by bit it soaked through the magician's always spotless white robe, making this man look like the injured one.

"I've never seen you get hurt," Lin Wei closed his eyes and thought for a while, "Well—except when you first arrived in the Death Swamp, your face was scratched."

He talked to Duanyu one after another. Although the guy didn't respond, he was still very interested.

"Hey... let me say," Lin Wei said, "why don't you put me down?"

He felt that the guy hugged his arm not only did not loosen, but also tightened!

"Well...then hold it," Lin Wei put his whole body weight on it with peace of mind: "I'm going downstairs and I'll show you a place."

As they fell, the soft wind brushed by their ears, the flames gradually extinguished wherever they went, the smoke and dust of the ruins slowly dissipated, and the imperial capital re-revealed its neat and beautiful appearance, the streets full of flowers were full of people with clean clothes, the fountains The border of the pool is made of shiny white stone. The serene old man basks in the sun with his eyes closed at the corner of the street. The girl who admires a certain knight puts on beautiful clothes and deliberately walks slowly through the street while he is patrolling.

"Imperial people like flowers, violets and tulips can be seen everywhere," Lin Wei pulled the magician through one scene after another, the lively voices and bustling scenes gradually went away behind them, and the majestic imperial city came oncoming : "The most special status is the rose."

The rich aroma seemed to dye their clothes, and a sea of ​​deep red roses appeared in front of them.

"The emblem of the royal family is the flaming rose, which comes from our founding emperor."

Lin Wei slowed down, talking while walking.

"The wizarding world has a long history, and the empire's life is not short. Its founding began with the Dark Ages.

Our history books love to say how difficult and glorious the founding was - and it was, especially after I read about the Dark Ages in college.

The founding emperor - we call him Eucarius I, once said, "The blooming flowers in spring are beautiful, and the evergreen trees in winter are also respectable, but what I want to build is a standing Empire, it is not eager to bloom in the warm spring, nor content to linger in the cold winter. 'He is an ordinary person, from the perspective of a magician - no magic, not a knight, just like the weak human race at that time, when the powerful dragons, elves, and magicians ran rampant on the mainland, they could only Carefully build cities and kingdoms along the eastern coast.But he succeeded in the end... The powerful races of the past were destroyed one after another in the flames of war, and only the flag of the flame rose of the empire fluttered for a long time-the kingdom became an empire. Time has never stopped. "

"There is another sentence in the quotations of Eucarius I: Our life is short, so we are always greedy, longing for freedom and comfort, loving wisdom and longing for love, the gods who created the world did not give us a long time to think about life meaning, so we can only keep chasing and creating, and are willing to pay for it.”

As Lin Wei walked, the figure of the magician disappeared at some point, leaving him alone, and the sea of ​​flowers continued to spread with his footsteps, and the crimson and bright colors extended to the distant sky, covering the All the extra decorations, melodious music floating in the ears, soaked in rich fragrance.

He stopped, looked around, his eyes rested on one of the roses, his fingertips gently brushed its soft petals swaying in the breeze, and his voice slowly softened: "I used to be unable to understand this sentence, I think I have experienced all the things worthy of nostalgia-I was born in the best family, I can't get anything, I am not greedy or stupid, I am not obsessed with comfort or love, I feel that time is long and boring."

"My father and mother died in the ruins of the imperial capital. The girl who wanted to marry me became the princess, and my loyal master killed her husband."

"Many times on the battlefield, I faced death, and the leader's spear could pierce my chest at any moment, just like what happened just now. If I can't escape, I have no choice but to die, and I don't have to perform this tiresome duty anymore... ...The only regret is that I lost to you—after all, I am competitive sometimes."

"But I understand that sentence now..." His voice became softer: "The moment of dying, I think, is finally over - this long and boring life. But now I just want to live longer, I don't know why - I feel time is short, I find myself yearning for freedom and coveting comfort, being greedy and longing for love, I hate self-righteous prophecies and proverbs, but I have to admit that it is true."

"I still have a lot to say, but I don't want to waste it on the illusion created by this magic plant—now it seems that my consciousness has indeed been affected by those nasty mist, and it has become as soft as the algae in the pond And sensitive."

He took a deep breath, as if hoping that this wonderful fragrance would stay in his nose for a while, and then slowly let go of his thoughts, the endless sea of ​​flowers slowly disappeared, his light body gradually sank, and soft fur appeared under his body After opening his eyes, he saw the round dome of the underground palace and the figure of the magician who had appeared in the dream.

He and the magician looked at each other meaninglessly. He didn't know what they were looking at, but he just didn't want to look away.

"Rose," Lin Wei said suddenly, "I saw roses in my dream, red...it has many beautiful meanings on the mainland, such as enthusiasm, bravery, sincerity, and faith—in the magical world ?”

"It doesn't have so many meanings," replied the magician; "it seems to have only one."

"What is it?"

The magician paused for a moment before answering: "Love."

Lin Wei suddenly laughed.

He looked away from Duanyu, buried his face in the thick snow-white fur, his shoulders trembled slightly, and he didn't know what he was laughing at.

The magician looked at him with some confusion: "Are you happy?"

"That's right - I'm very happy," Lin Wei raised his face, his eyes bright: "Come closer."

Although he didn't know the reason, the magician complied.

Lin Wei rushed over, buried his face in the magician's chest and continued to laugh.

Judgment: "..."

When Lin Wei finally stopped, adjusted his loose collar, and returned to normal—it had been a long time since the beginning, he said seriously: "I had two dreams, one was about the goddess, and the other was about me. Own."

The magician said to him, "I have been at your bedside... and in at least one of your dreams you were not happy."

"Actually, neither was that pleasant - but I got something."

"Ok?"

"First of all, I confirmed the real existence of the dark goddess Katanafia, read part of her memory, and took the initiative to fuse some of her scattered power... Now I feel that I can summon the dragon immediately-but we I have to keep it a secret from the academy, after all, they have always respected the goddess of light. Secondly, I know how to get out of this swamp. It doesn't take a long time or consume any energy, and we can see the outside world again! "

"It's something to be happy about," Duan Yu looked at him, "What else?"

Lin Wei had the tendency to continue laughing again—he held back with difficulty, and said, "The third thing—I can't say it yet, um...but I promise I will tell you someday in the future."

After finishing this sentence, he immediately changed the subject before he could speak: "Let's talk about the goddess now—she belongs to the elves and lives in the central forest...but she is not popular among the elves. An ominous dark mage who also seems to be associated with undead creatures."

Juanyu seemed to have seen through his intentions, so he looked a little helpless: "That's why she came to the Dead Marsh?"

"She did come to the dead marsh, but she didn't come on her own initiative. There was a guide, I guess it was the 'Elvis' mentioned in the contract, but I didn't see any clear memories of Elvis, All I know is that he made a certain oath with the goddess, which prevented the goddess from stepping out of this swamp forever... She spent many lonely years in the swamp, studying dark magic and contract magic in her long life, and Wrote the Book of Deeds we read together, she has many followers of black robes, and even the bards of the north come from far away to seek refuge in her."

"And then? Did she die?"

Lin Wei shook his head: "The goddess of light appeared in the bard's mouth, and they are undoubtedly opposite... The memory stops abruptly at this time, and I don't know her final outcome."

He asked the oracle: "You said... an indifferent elf with great power, but unable to break free from the shackles of the oath, if—if she is still alive, where will she go?"