Chapter 303 303. River of the Underworld, Woolly Grass of Life
Before officially ending his outing, Croya returned to the dormitory he had just rented for a short time and fiddled around in it for a while.
Then, he walked out of the room with the Fishtail Sea Duck King.
In the corridor, the apprentices who learned that he had finally arrived were already waiting almost anxiously.
Under the eager gaze of the anxious apprentices who were already waiting, he asked without changing his expression:
"How are things going?"
Very naturally, he stepped forward, and the elite apprentices beside him took turns reporting to him the results and data of the current land survey and locust extermination plan in the Western Territory.
Everything was running smoothly like gears. He, who was at the center of the circle of apprentices, understood the matter clearly and gave instructions in an orderly manner:
"Send people to communicate with the Iwamon tribe and say that they can Provide more special salt."
"The land must be isolated and the magic readings of each piece of land must be recorded."
"Publish another plan for the infrastructure construction of the aboriginal villages in the Western Territory, and then submit it to the Hanjiao Island management department for review."
"Ask the people who have crystal skeletons if they are willing to join the management of the Northern Territory If you don’t want to, you have to control their trajectory.”
Just when he was finishing all the trivial matters that needed to be decided by the lord himself, there was a little girl standing there not far away. The body is still shaking a little.
That was... a little girl with five bones. Four shadows could be vaguely seen behind her, all of them looked like boys and girls.
He stopped, and the apprentices also stopped, and very smartly began to disperse all the people around him, and formed a circle to ensure that the lord could be in a relatively quiet place. environment to deal with these emergencies.
The ivy on Croya's wrist let out a short sigh.
Its voice was a little muffled: "There was once a group of children who made a living by stealing. They gathered in a warm and small house every day, enjoying the stolen food and waiting for the arrival of tomorrow.< br>
But one day, one of them began to fall ill, and the disease began to spread. In the end, only the youngest child survived with the help of the village chief.
She could not believe her brother. My sisters all died, so I imagined that they could survive, and one day..."
"They really came back to life."
Croya took over its words: "And that little girl also has the power to communicate with the sea of mercury and is favored by the djinn monster.
The former partners and past friends are reunited around me, no need No more worrying and worrying about food and livelihood, just enjoy fun and games every day.
Don’t you think this is a good fairy tale?”
Ivy was silent for a moment, “But. Fairy tales always end, and the lamp monster cannot survive in this world forever, even with my power."
"The souls stranded in the world of the living will be killed by the scythe from the underworld. Hooked away, waiting to be decomposed and reorganized in the dark and silent river.”
"In the end, she will still be alone."
"This is the ending that fairy tales do not describe - fairy tales always end in a heart-warming way, just like history coming to an abrupt end, there will be no Any follow-up."
Hearing this, Croya shook his wrist in disbelief, and the leaves of the ivy bracelet reflected the simple green light in the sun.
He looked at the little girl and waved to her: "Come here."
When the little girl came over nervously, he said softly to Ivy: "Fortunately, I have the ability to continue writing fairy tales."
The young mage's voice actually sounded a little excited.
……
In the dark plane.
This small plane given by the Orpheus family has been transformed over and over again. The living space of the Monument-Eating Wood has been compressed and compressed again, and the dim lamp is releasing a stable and gentle light.
The gradually changing sunset flows on the earth like a stream, surrounding those sun grasses that grow particularly strong - but never entering the latter's light curtain.
On the contrary, the scattered golden spike flowers grow under the light curtain illuminated by the sun grass. The small stamens reflect the golden light, which is completely different from the sunset and belongs to the morning light.
The flowing creek mixes with the dust of the flower stamens, and the intersection of sunset and morning light is like the most magnificent spectacle.
Those are "Spiritual Drops of Morning Dew" and "Spiritual Powder of Sunset Glow", two third-level materials produced by the entire dark plane.
At the intersection of Ling Drop and Ling Powder, there is a mine under construction, a mine surrounded by deep darkness.
Farther away are the research institutes required for observation and the continuous magic crystal panels.
Croya knew very well that the mine was the most precious thing in this dark plane.
He was very satisfied, so he praised: "You did a good job, Ka Xiu."
The young man standing behind him has become very experienced in the past few years. and silence.
Although he will still be happy with Croya's praise, he will not jump up with excitement like before.
"Everything is under your guidance!" There was respect and enthusiasm in his eyes.
Croya turned his head and looked directly at the apprentice.
He said gently: "Go and see your father. Now that your honor is enough to bring him back, I believe he will make the wisest choice."
"Thank you. The gift!”
Kaxiu’s eyes suddenly brightened, he saluted Croya again, and then left impatiently.
Today, those former nobles can no longer pose any threat to Croya, even if they come back, it doesn't matter.
After watching the apprentice leave, Croya's eyes moved to the mine.
"The aura of the underworld?" Ivy finally said in surprise: "There is such a mineral in this world. Was it given to you by the Orpheus family?"
"That's right. Croya was actually very curious: "After the morning dew and sunset glow gathered, a third strange substance actually appeared, and it was also a substance related to the underworld.
Could there be something in the gap between morning dew and sunset glow? The road to the underworld?”
Ivy thought for a moment and replied: “The moment of morning dew is when people are born, just like the weaving of the thread of life.
The sunset is when life is about to end, when the thread of life is cut off, then... the moment in between when the thread of life is spun and cut is the maintenance of the thread of life. "
It seemed to be trying its best to consider the words and tell Croya what it could say, so it spoke vaguely.
"Involving the gods of the underworld? "Kloya noticed this keenly.
"That's right. "Ivy breathed a sigh of relief. This already involves the rules of the world. Even if it wants to tell it, it requires a lot of courage.
Fortunately, it is on Croya's wrist now, so The light of the sun and the poetry of praise warm its leaves, allowing it to shield it from the influence of some things.
Croya stared at the mine thoughtfully and already had the answer in his mind. Since it was related to the memory of his hometown, it meant that there might be something wrong with his time travel.
He is already very powerful and will become even more powerful in the future.
Strong enough to face these hidden truths, memories and histories deliberately obscured by the rules of the world.
"By the way, the Holy Spring Chamber of Commerce should be looking for you, right?" Croya suddenly thought of something, "Do you have any contact with the Holy Spring Chamber of Commerce?"
He is basically looking for you now. It has been determined that whether Lord Gray Sand was suddenly favored by Leviathan or what happened in the mine, it is all related to Celesti, a senior member of the Holy Spring Chamber of Commerce.
She was definitely looking for something.
"The Holy Spring Chamber of Commerce..." Ivy's voice was slightly nostalgic: "If what you said is correct, then she is indeed looking for me.
The Holy Spring has always wanted to take it back. The treasures left by that world’s civilization.”
“You don’t have to worry about the Holy Spring Chamber of Commerce. They are the most contractual existences in the entire star world. Now that I am in your hands, they will give up looking for it.
But you can pay attention to the emissary of the Holy Spring Chamber of Commerce, and maybe you can get more things.”
Croya nodded, he felt that he might have to meet Celesti.
But now, he has to welcome the arrival of a god.
He turned and looked to the side, where Alessa was standing.
At this time, the girl has put on a long black dress. She looks quiet and elegant. The power belonging to the God of the Underworld has entered her body, turning her into a The favored one.
“Let’s get started.”
Croya ordered: "This small plane once controlled by the Holy Spring Chamber of Commerce is the most suitable area for the river of the underworld to flow.
In the gap between morning dew and sunset, the darkness of death will emerge. . "
Agatha bowed her head respectfully to Croya. The favored person of the God of the Underworld faced the opened river and sang the eulogies required for the ceremony in a low voice. The surging black mist and the silence of death gradually emerged from her feet. With the sound of "crash", a small stream of water flowed out, and then flowed into the distance.
The water gradually becomes deeper as it flows. It seems that in the blink of an eye, it turns from a small stream into a big river, but it is still flowing steadily. Inside the river created.
The spiritual drops of morning dew and the spiritual powder of sunset still flow and grow on both sides of the river. They surround this dark river. No matter how bright the light is, it cannot completely illuminate the dark and deep water.
Until... the river reaches its end - the location of the mine.
"Hey." Agatha opened her eyes and said at a loss: "Sir, sir... that mine is absorbing the power of the river of the underworld!"
"I I know." Croya's voice remained steady: "You continue to pray."
Although Agatha was curious, she immediately continued to pray according to Croya's wishes, and more water flowed from the river of the underworld. The land flows towards the mine that seems to never be filled.
But the light inside the mine became brighter and brighter. It was very gentle and stable, like the light released by some magic lamps.
As time passed, some dense white grass suddenly spread out among the light, white and soft, like wool that had been cleaned and waiting to be spun.
The dark river flows into the mine, but it can grow such white wool.
Chloë stared at the mine - a tall lady was gradually climbing up the ladder of the mine. After climbing up completely, she couldn't help but complain:
" I was very impressed with your welcome ceremony.”
At this time, the goddess of the underworld looked like a miner. Her broad black robe was stained with the river water of the underworld and was stained with many wool-like crystals.
"I think you will like it." Croya blinked: "Ms. Keleha, come to the world of the living again, do you still remember this?"
He He took out the salt pile staff that he had taken from the mage Holy Spirit before, and released a soul that had almost turned into smoke.
Kleha instantly recalled the priest she had given blessings to, and a smile appeared on his beautiful face: "Do you want to leave it to me?"
"This is my gift to you, please do as you please."
The goddess jumped out of the mine completely, walked upstream on the river of the underworld, and soon arrived in front of Croya, stretched out her fingers and pinched the constantly rotating smoke soul.
Then give it a gentle squeeze.
"Paji."
The powerful legendary soul turned into nothingness, without any possibility of existence.
After casually crushing a legendary soul in this way, the expression on the goddess's face gradually became calm. She did not continue to talk about this matter, but turned her eyes to the little girl behind Croya.
Of course, with his ability, he could see that there were four souls entrenched next to the little girl. Well... the souls that were forcibly detained in the world of the living by his bones.
"Do you want these four souls to stay in the world?" the goddess asked.
"Well, let's just continue writing a fairy tale." Croya said with a smile: "Do I need to hold some mysterious rituals for you? I heard that the resurrection of the dead requires rituals."
The goddess waved her hand: "Those rituals are only to cope with the prayers of the believers. If it were not for the expensive ritual materials, they would like to chant my name every day."
Kloya: "???"
This is really the first time I understand that rituals are not necessary to communicate with gods?
Seeing the confusion in Croya's eyes, his expression became more and more joyful: "Except for some extremely special materials, for the gods, the materials on the main plane are useless.
Rituals and sacrifices are like exchanges of equal value, but they are obtained from the gods. "But if the gods really care about you, there is no need for complicated rituals."
He explained this, and then returned to the mine and took a handful of wool-like minerals. , took out a few bone needles and began to knit the wool.
I gave some to Croya by the way.
"If you want the dead to walk in this world, they need some sustenance. These life wool grasses are just right. They only need some processing and can be turned into good materials."
One person and one god sit like this. On the ground, they were knitting wool and chatting casually. It was obviously the second time they met, but they were like old friends.
Agatha and the little girl next to them were almost petrified when they saw this scene.
After a while, Miya, who was walking leisurely and leisurely, saw this scene and couldn't help but said: "We haven't seen each other for so long. You are still so skilled in weaving. He is really A good teacher.”
Kleiha retorted: “I’m obviously good at learning, Ring of Glory... Come on, let’s knit together”
"Now you want to call me Miya."
"..." A flash of surprise flashed in the goddess's eyes, and she said calmly: "Master Miya, please come."
Miya nodded. , and after coming over, he also joined in the textile work.
His weaving technique and speed are actually no slower than the goddess of the underworld. His skill is so skillful that it is difficult for the gods to understand. The goddess couldn't help but ask: "You can actually make such a thing?"
< br>What answered him was Miya's calm voice: "When I lived here, I not only knitted bracelets, but also knitted sweaters."
Keleha: "???"
Sweater? Are you really not cheating on me?
The goddess of the underworld became more and more confused and asked curiously about the daily life of her good friend, the Ring of Light. The answer she got was:
"I will be with the elves during the day. Have breakfast, then bask in the sun and listen to the beautiful music of the piano for a while. I will knit in front of the fireplace in the evening and go to bed when I feel tired."
"..."
The goddess felt that it was very bizarre that she could come to the main plane world so smoothly, but she did not expect to encounter even more bizarre things.
So He concentrated on weaving in silence and stopped talking.
Soon, four knotted bracelets were woven by the goddesses of the underworld, Croya and Miya.
The goddess waved to the girl, then casually pulled the hesitant souls behind the latter and put the bracelet on their slender wrists.
The moment the knot was put on, their originally illusory mist-like souls immediately became solid. Although they had no bodies, at least they looked no different from humans in appearance.
It was a special bracelet woven by the God of the Underworld, a ring of radiance, and a being with solar magic power. To say it was an artifact would belittle its status.
“Wow!”
Seeing her partner standing over there like this “alive”, the girl exclaimed and her face turned red with excitement.
Her companions were equally excited. They did not expect that they could still perceive the wind and light belonging to the world of the living.
"Okay." Croya said to the ecstatic girl: "Next you will join the northern management department. With the help of four partners, you will definitely be able to do something.
This is what I continue to write for you, are you satisfied? ”
“Thank you! You are such a good person! "The little girl and her friends bowed to Cloya to thank them.
Kloya waved his hand to signal them to leave.
The children immediately chased away happily.
After continuing this chapter of the fairy tale, Croya was in a good mood and smiled at the goddess of the underworld: "You once promised me to allow my apprentices to walk in the world of the living, so please help me with your mentor Miya's help. I continued making bracelets. ”
Hearing this, the goddess asked disapprovingly: "How many people? Can your power guarantee the integrity of their souls."
Cloya blinked and backed away slowly.
Before leaving, he reported a number - a number that made the goddess of the underworld feel sluggish.
By the time the goddess of the underworld recovered from this figure, Croya's figure had already disappeared from this small plane.
He couldn't help but complain to the Ring of Radiance, just like a long time ago: "How did he keep so many souls in this world properly? I thought most of the souls had dissipated!"
Miya waved her hand to summon a large piece of wool grass and signaled the goddess to start weaving, then she replied slowly: "That's my apprentice."
There was obvious joy and relief on her face.
It was only then that the goddess of Hades understood what he meant, and said in shock: "A real apprentice?"
"Otherwise?" Miya glanced at the goddess: "The same goes for Ark. It needs to be anchored, the light of the sun is enough to dispel the haze of the Ark.
After all, the sun was once the source of energy for the Ark.”
"That's great."
The goddess of Hades was happy for Him, and sat on the edge of the flowing River Styx with this old friend, while summoning more water of the Styx to spawn woolen grass, While weaving a bracelet with Him.
One God and One Ark chatted casually, and it seemed that the huge number of bracelets was not so difficult to accept.
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