You and me under the world tree

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Of course, the person who appeared in his dream and stopped him from moving forward was not a great hero in his prime.

"That's an old man who is wearing a battle armor and is about 60 years old..."

Then, when he said this, he paused, looking a little hesitant.

Maybe it's because this kind of 'breaking' is not a good thing, which inevitably arouses the curiosity of the 'audience'.

"and after?"

"I don't know what that is, whether it's the last line of defense created by my subconscious imagination of my father or whether he really appeared. To be honest, I don't know how to say it."

"The thing to judge this point is very simple."

Compared with Siegfried, a novice with crude magic skills, Hilda is obviously a master in this respect.

Of course she knew exactly how to deal with this situation.

"If it's a mental defense line built by your subconscious mind, then what he 'knows' is definitely no more than your own, and you can judge it just by talking."

But this is the most basic thing, and of course Siegfried understands it.

"Uncle told me this." He said, "However, this way of judging is easy to say, but difficult to implement."

Because it is a dream, theoretically everything will develop in the direction you want.

In other words, whatever you believe in, something will happen.

"I talked to...that old man about a lot of things, and he asked me a lot—I don't know whether he wanted to ask it himself or I wanted to tell him."

But no matter what, this incident is finally over, so Siegfried's description is still relatively easy.

"for example?"

"My life, my current progress and dreams, and my uncle."

really……

After hearing these words, Hilda nodded slowly.

As far as she knew, the middle man who maintained the father and son without any emotional basis was the sage.

Perhaps, if Siegmund really showed up, he would definitely mention someone else: Theotis.

After all, she was his wife, Siegfried's mother.

But Siegfried himself is not interested in his mother, so it is only natural that she is not mentioned.

After all, from childhood to adulthood, apart from the dwarf adoptive father, the person who lived in the same era as Siegmund was the closest person to him.

It can even be said that he filled the father's position.

Sage Hord of Volsung...

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To be honest, whether this is because the subconscious still needs the existence of the father, or some other reason.

Siegfried felt confused about this, because he still couldn't understand it until he left the dream state and his consciousness took full control of his body.

Siegmund talked with him so much, and he didn't even mention the character 'Sigurd'.

And the question is also very common, nothing more than something about him.

But in fact, this meeting between their father and son was not very pleasant.

Because at the end, Siegfried even asked the other party in a questioning tone:

"Do you know what he did?"

Perhaps from Siegfried's own standpoint, he, the 'beneficiary', had no reason to question at all, but he still asked.

"Twenty years ago, he took me all the way back to the Netherlands, and then hid in Tibet. Who do you think he was?"

For Siegfried?

No, of course not.

From Siegfried's point of view, he had never attracted anyone's attention when he was just a baby.

And the reason why the sage put all his hopes on Siegfried as if he was desperate, and even appointed him to revive the Volsung family, was all because of his father: Siegmund.

"20 years, is this how people live?"

For this, Siegmund did not have any refutation.

Maybe it was because Siegfried really hoped so, or maybe it was because Siegmund really felt sorry for him.

He just nodded.

"Yes, I entrusted him to take good care of you."

The meeting in the dream ended in this extremely unpleasant atmosphere.

The hero Siegmund is like a doormat, the old man with extremely pale hair and beard bears his anger head-on.

"A hero, a well-known hero, but I was sprayed with dog blood..."

After saying this, he smiled.

"Funny, isn't it?"

After briefly summarizing the so-called 'father-son conversation', Siegfried ended with these words.

This seems to be asking Hilda to answer, but as long as Hilda is not stupid, he will never respond directly.

After all, she could tell that Siegmund still had a place in Siegfried's heart.

Although this position is very delicate...

No one in the Netherlands does not worship Siegmund of the Volsung family, and his life is a legend.

Although Legney of the Hengding family has been committed to erasing the influence of the Volsung family, his repeated defeats and shrinking territory in foreign wars are embarrassing.

After all, they are the current and former kings, one in front and the other in the back, so it is normal for them to be compared.

So even now that the loyalists of the Volsung family have almost been slaughtered, the story of Siegmund is still circulating.

This is not because these people are loyal to the Volsung family, it's just that these people can't bear the current state of repeated defeats, as if anyone can step on them.

Therefore, even in the era of the Hengding family's rule, the story of Volsunger has never been far away.

People of Siegfried's generation, who grew up listening to these heroic stories, must have aspirations for Siegmund and his children.

However, these longings are nothing more than an ordinary child yearning for the status of a 'hero'.

This kind of vision is too far away, and it is nothing compared to the sage Hodder who guided his growth.

But even so, no one who knows the art of conversation can compete in this respect.

After all, no matter what, Siegmund has the identity of 'father' after all.

Hilda didn't know Siegfried's attitude towards his long-dead father, so he definitely wouldn't say much about it.

"I think he is really your father." After thinking for a moment, Hilda just gave the answer, "Maybe it's just a ray of consciousness residing on the sword?"

"Maybe……"

"After all, I thought about it carefully." Seeing that Siegfried didn't seem to care about it, Hilda spoke again, "Even if the spiritual defense line in the subconscious is realized, the one you choose should be the one you trust. people."

And who is Siegfried really trusting?

Needless to say, it must be Horde the Sage or Rakin the Dwarf.

As the biological father who died early, Siegmund's position may be further behind.

"It's nothing important anyway."

Not knowing how to respond to Hilda's guess, Siegfried just said these words in the end.

"After that, I met him."

Sigurd...

"He accused me of being stupid, completely negated my efforts, and then just like you saw, he took over my body and defeated those ghouls and the ghosts from the nether world with such an overwhelming advantage. Horse-shaped water monster."

"I think...you should be able to do it too."

"Maybe, but I was indeed defeated by the ghost horse, and the rest will be as you can see."

Just like that, Siegfried recounted what Hilda didn't know with simple sentences and a sighing tone.

But there is a problem, which Siegfried has never mentioned.

"So, who is Sigurd, and what is his relationship with you?"

Hilda's question sounded a little casual, but there was indeed a lot of curiosity in it.

However, Siegfried couldn't arouse the slightest interest.

His tone became even lower.

"Honestly, I kind of..."

"Something?"

"I don't know what to say, I'm not him, he's not me, but I can be him, and he can be me."

"??"

Then, Hilda was confused by Siegfried's words.

In fact, she just wanted to know the origin of that guy named Sigurd. After all, judging from Siegfried's performance, they should have communicated.

But this performance is completely wrong.

And the connotation of this sentence is probably only known to Siegfried himself.

This is definitely an unacceptable thing for ordinary people.

"I only know one thing, he's dead."

"???"

After being told by Siegfried, Hilda became even more confused.

Even if Siegfried spoke a common human language, she could understand these words.

However, when these words were connected into sentences, she found that she couldn't understand a word.

…………

We are nothing, Siegfried, we are nothing.

If we insist, we are probably pawns.

The only difference between me and you is the name my mother gave me, and this is just a matter of her thought.

But you are too weak, Siegfried, although you are different from me, you have all kinds of people around you, and you can even rely on your elders as much as you want.

But you are useless like this, and you who can be easily shaken like this can't compare with me.

I'm at least a useful pawn, but what about you?

If you continue to sink like this, you will only be crushed by the wheel of fate.

I rely on myself to slay the evil dragon, and I rely on myself to travel around the world of the atrium.

When I cross the northern seas, my life is indestructible.

Can you reproduce this sharp edge that has been honed through thousands of years?

Can your beliefs and concerns match it?

"damn it……"

Finally, Siegfried couldn't help hugging his head.

"Siegfried?"

"Maybe, what we've experienced is just the same."

The young warrior finally let out a sigh.