Chapter 175 174: Reappear of fairy tales, shocking handwriting
Just as Ian was asleep.
In the opposite room across a corridor.
Everyone knew that Lyrium, who came from the Ollivander family and had quite mature charm, was still studying at his desk. His three roommates had already fallen asleep early after a day of hard work.
"Fallen Witch Fall in Love with Me"
This is a niche entertainment book that Riem has been reading since I met with him.
The blond boy finally saw the end today.
"The witch cannot save her own destiny, nor can she redeem her lover. Just like the ending of countless tragic stories, she is destined to complete the last journey of her life in loneliness."
"I wish the crow in the soul hometown can brush away all her sadness and injuries when it is attracted to this legend." Rym has turned the story in her hand to the last page of the end.
but.
However, after he finished reading, he did not close the entire book, but caressed the pages lightly, feeling a little unfinished.
"Why end up here."
Rizim whispered softly.
It's like him.
The story is still not over yet.
Still continuing.
The sky outside the house had a deep black color, and the stars were twinkling in the night. As if he had expected it, Lirim suddenly raised his hand and pushed open the window of the house in the cold winter.
The bitter cold wind blows in.
With a small flying down.
It was a nightingale.
It looks quite flat, the feather color is dim, the overall is brown, the chest is dotted with a little white spots, with a pair of large and round eyes and short and sharp mouths.
"It's so cold outside! Close the windows!"
After entering the house.
The nightingale stopped on the branch next to the desk.
It actually speaks human words.
The voice is soft and waxy.
I don't know if it is a witch with high -profile Arimagers skills.
"Thank you."
Rizim closed the bitter windows of the cold wind and raised his hand. His fingertips had a deep blue emerging, with a glorious golden silk like gemstone.
"The guy you stared at me was too keen, and the slap exhaled me a few kilometers away ..." The nightingale complained that he used his mouth to draw the magic of Rizom's fingertips with his mouth.
"After all, it is a legend."
Rizom didn't feel surprised.
He just wanted to see if that person was still in Hogsmeade.
"I don't care. For such a dangerous mission, you have to give me some soul palace points." Nightingale absorbed the magic power, and the colors on her body suddenly looked brighter.
It was bargaining with the blond boy.
"This is not something I can decide. The person you should be entangled is Sindrera, and she has the authority to add points to you." Ryim responded helplessly.
"I don't believe it. Sister Cinderella said you are the boss."
Nightingale cute brain.
The tone of voice is very social.
"That's all you are too high to look up at me. In fact, like you, and the legend in the village next door, we are just a continuation of a failure after the story."
"I can't do the savior you desire, and you are destined to be your expectation ... God." Rizom sighed, but his expression could not see any sadness and regrets.
"Impossible! You are..."
The nightingale is not finished yet.
It was interrupted by Rizim's hand directly.
He may be a little scrupled now thirteen of Hogwarts.
"So, you can help me a little, I will give you extra points for you." Rym said with a smile, his voice was a bit of a chicken thief.
"What are you busy with?"
Nightingale suddenly became alert.
"It's very simple. There is a little wizard next door. He sleeps more than a pig tonight. You can get me ten hair for me. I want to try to make a magic wand."
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Rizim does not forget his original intention.
Always remember that he is a descendant of the "Ollivander" family.
"Deal!"
The nightingale heard this.
He agreed almost without thinking.
certainly.
Its vigilance has not been completely relieved. After all, even a silly Baitian will be cautious if it is tricked too many times.
"This time, no one will slap me, right?"
This nightingale seems to have a psychological shadow.
"Of course not."
Riem gave a positive answer.
Nightingale disappeared in place with peace of mind.
After a while.
"You liar! That little guy didn't sleep at all. As soon as I picked up six hairs, he grabbed me and tried to stuff me into his mouth!"
Nightingale in the room again.
The feathers are messy.
Crying.
"This is just a conditional reflection of the body. He has not completely entered the ranks of the legend, so the threat of the body is not large. Look, are you incompletely back?"
Lyrium took the six hairs that Nightingale brought back.
"What? I provoked another legend!?"
The sound of the nightingale was a little scared.
“Where did the legend come from in the Age of Dharma Ending!”
Its vision is obviously limited.
But I still know a lot of common sense.
"There are always exceptions."
Riem began to appease the nightingale in front of him in a way to contribute magic. He felt the mood of the nightingale and felt that it was better not to reveal more scary information.
after all.
This poor girl has always been timid.
……
Send a warning.
The little wizard does not have a subjective perception.
He slept very deeply indeed.
One second, or shorter.
In just a moment, Ian fell from the human world into a blur, crossed the boundary between life and death, and came to a blurry realm full of green trees and vitality.
The sky here is no different from the human world. It is as clear and as pure as the ocean, as if it can wash away all the dust in the world and make people feel relaxed and happy. The sun shines through the blue sky, casting a warm and soft glow, covering the earth with a golden coat.
Clouds float leisurely on this blue background. They are either as white as snow or as light as yarn. They are intertwined on the sky and add a bit of vividness and vitality to this peaceful sky.
"A new map has been opened?"
Ian looked at the surrounding environment that seemed normal but was actually extremely strange. Countless similar experiences in the past made him accustomed to such scenes.
The only thing that made the little wizard was a little surprised is that the "cooling period" ended so fast that it happened to catch up the first day of his second grade in Hogwarts.
"It's always a good thing to be back."
Although you have not been able to go to the place where you are familiar with, it may be of great significance for Ian to return to the blurred illusion. Even this time he will always find it back to the castle and the town. Next time, turn around and look back, and you can still meet familiar people, and seeing familiar things, which is enough.
"What I'm curious about now is what kind of area this is and why I came here." After a short period of adaptation, Ian also took steps to move his legs.
Along the quiet path.
He walked towards a distance.
There is a winding path in the lush jungle. Essence
At the end of the road is a high mountain.
There is no human habitation.
"Don't talk about the sapanion, there is no one in this mountain even the Gege witch!"
Don't blame the little wizard complaining.
He climbed the mountain.
And what about the other side of the mountain?
But it's still a mountain.
This is not a joke, it is a fact...seriously, mountains are connected with mountains. Facing the endless mountains, Ian finally couldn't bear it anymore, took out his magic cloak and took off on the spot.
This decision is quite correct.
In other words, because you still think about finding people in the jungle mountains, the little wizard really digs for the magic cloak too late, and he should have given up his fantasy to fly to the forest and the mountains.
"If I walk on two legs, I'm afraid I won't be able to get out of these mountains for three days and three nights." Ian didn't know how many mountains he had flown over that were not grand.
All he knew was that he had pulled the throttle full and flew beyond the "Mach" measurement unit. He had been flying for several hours, and only then could his eyes see different colors and environments. What caught his eyes were the endless golden waves of wheat, the criss-crossing field paths, and the very high waterwheel.
Obviously someone, no, it is like a soul. Going forward, Ian saw a peaceful city, with a bit of classical architectural style as if he was telling its age.
The outline of the city gradually became clear before Ian's eyes. The stone walls were tall and strong, as if they could withstand the wind and rain of any era. On both sides of the city gate, there stand two majestic towers, with flags flying on the towers. Although the color is slightly mottled, you can still feel the glory and glory of the past.
"Someone!"
"Is it a wizard?"
"Oh my god! It's still a rare witch!"
……
The guards at the city gate were nearly fully armed. They held spears and had blazing eyes. After seeing Ian appear in the sky, they were slightly frightened but did not look particularly surprised.
"A country where the wizard exists in a blurred illusion?" Ian was the first time in the blurred illusion that he saw a "flourishing" city.
Looking down from the sky.
There are not many residents in the city, and there are rows of houses of all kinds, thatched, stone, wooden... There are also many bakeries, mills, blacksmith shops, and tailor shops.
"Dear young wizard, are you also here for the reward issued by our beloved king?" The guards immediately stepped forward and asked cautiously after Ian landed. "Of course, I must have come here for this reason." Ian didn't know what kind of reward was offered here, but as the saying goes, he came here, so of course he wanted to see what this article about the realm of confusion was about.
"Please come in! Let's use a special carriage to send you into the palace!" The guards had no doubt, after all, in their eyes, Ian was a wizard from Tian'er.
You can tell he has real skills at first glance.
The immature appearance may be a reflection of the mastery of witchcraft.
"No problem."
Ian's response was also very simple. Although his wand was hidden in his cuffs, he was slightly vigilant, but on the surface he still could not see any psychological activities.
"Here!"
The guard took Ian into the city, but did not set foot in the downtown, but welcomed Ian on the side of the city and welcomed the carriage. The sound of slight stunning on the road forms a wonderful harmony with the hustle and bustle around.
Outside the window, the lively and vivid scenes started like a scroll.
On both sides of the street, vendors set up a variety of stalls, selling everything from fresh fruits and vegetables to exquisite handicrafts. They shouted loudly, attracting the attention of passers-by. Children were playing among the crowd, and the occasional silver bell-like laughter was heard, adding a bit of vitality to the city.
In the distance, towering buildings came into view. The church's spire towers into the sky, shining golden light in the sun. This church, which Ian could hardly identify, was even more splendid than the royal palace.
There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!
There is a bright golden wheel on it.
I don't know what kind of sect symbol.
The carriage continues.
It slowly stopped in front of the magnificent palace. It was a palace made of boulder, magnificent, solemn and gorgeous. In front of Gongmen, two waiters in gorgeous costumes have been waiting for a long time. They seem to be notified in advance. When they stopped the carriage, they immediately stepped forward and opened the door for Ian with a decent posture.
"Dear guest, you are welcome to come from afar and respond to the king's request." The waiters' voices were gentle and respectful, as if they were honored by Ian's arrival.
I want to ask how welcome the other party is, but Ian feels that it is too stubborn. He is now supporting a deep wizard.
"I can't wait to take your reward."
Ian eventually chose to be more decent and looked confident. This speech really made the waiter who immediately welcomed him into the palace.
In the square in front of the palace, fountains gushed and flower beds bloomed. Everything looked so harmonious and beautiful.
Under the guidance of the waiter, Ian passed through the palace gate and stepped into the interior of the palace. The decoration here is luxurious and magnificent, and every piece of art reveals the craftsman's exquisite skills and pursuit of beauty.
Art bacteria have already evolved into the beauty of art cells.
“It’s like being in a fairy tale.”
Ian felt in his heart.
Enter the main hall.
In the hall of the palace, the king and queen were waiting for Ian's arrival. They sit on high thrones, dressed in gorgeous royal robes, and wearing bright crowns, looking magnificent.
"Is this the wizard carrying the wind, the" roar of the sky "?" The king's eyes were very eager. He and his people obviously did not understand what sound was.
"This is a good title."
Ian was very satisfied with the praise of each other.
"The noble wizard, welcome you to my kingdom." The king's voice was strong and powerful, full of majesty and sincerity. He even took the initiative to walk down and hug Ian.
"I came for a reward."
Ian still remembers what the door guard said.
"Of course, this is of course ..."
The king was not annoyed either.
He just spoke slowly and with a heavy voice.
"Don't hide you, I have been married with my queen for many years, and I finally had a daughter at the age of age. However, the evil witch made us not feel this joy for too long."
"Maybe it's because I didn't invite the evil witch to the kingdom princess's feast. She is a black witch, different from the other twelve witches in my kingdom."
"I was worried that she might have fought with other witch so that she did not invite her. She never thought that she remembered that we hated our daughter's next terrible curse."
"That was the threat of death... Fortunately, a kind witch helped us slightly change the content of the curse, so that our daughter still retains a glimmer of hope of survival."
"From death to sleeping ... Seven years, for seven years, she did not wake up." The king was explaining the situation and information like a NPC.
"?????"
The little wizard was just surprised at first, realizing that these people didn't know that he was dead, and he hadn't even started to think about whether to reveal this fact directly.
What the king said next.
The more he listened to it, the more he felt wrong, the more he felt more familiar. Twelve kinds of kind witch plus a black witch, and then accompanied by a princess who was sleeping because of curse?
Isn't this horse-riding story from "Sleeping Beauty"?
"You want to wake up your daughter, right?" Ian realized what he was going through, and he immediately understood the reason why the king issued the reward.
"That's right."
The king nodded.
Her queen also spoke with a sad face at this time.
"Time is passing, we are old, and we are getting closer to death, but our daughter is still in the world. We want to see that she can have a new life."
The queen sobbed sincerely.
"No problem!"
Ian also has a lot of research on curses. No matter how bad he is, he can't touch the curse of Sleeping Beauty due to his strength. He can definitely find a dozen princes by looking through other areas of the trance.
The little wizard still remembers how to wake the sleeping person.
"By the way, the black witch, I didn't live nearby, let me see if I can grab it to study. Of course, the address of the other twelve witch can be given me the best."
Ian doesn't know why people in this country still think that he is still alive. He can only guess that this kind of unusual situation he has seen today is definitely related to the wizard.
"The residence of the witch?"
The king looked hesitant.
"It's all to save your daughter, Master King, rest assured, let's do it to me, and there will be no hidden dangers." Ian was eager to speak.
"..."
The more the king, the more wrong.
"You ... won't be a black wizard?"
His gaze was a little weird.
"????"
The little wizard felt that the king was a little too cautious. With such an upright and helpful character, where could he see the dark wizard's little chicken feet?
"I am a sage in the forest, the philosopher of the valley, the hermits of the fog, and the apostle of the light witch master.
Ian pretended to be displeased and spoke in a slow voice. He had learned Grindelwald's speaking tone, so his tone naturally had an aggressive feeling.
"This..."
The king hesitated again.
The queen was hesitant.
They hesitated for a long time.
Ian was a bit aggressive and found that the king and the queen were actually stuck.
"What kind of ghost?"
I felt that Ien, who had a mysterious force invading there in a small day, raised his hand in surprise, shaking as if the general king and queen were suspended by time.
"No! I am still waiting for you to take me to see the sleeping beauty! What happened if it was out of power?" The little wizard didn't know what happened at all.
Just when he was ready to raise his sleeves and give the past and the queen "Restart".
"In a period of" dead ", do you feel quite strong?" The slightly smiling voice suddenly sounded, it appeared so coldly behind Ian.
The sound is very familiar.
The feeling of chills on my spine and numbness on my scalp is something I haven't experienced for a long time.
"Morgan...Teacher."
The little wizard who started to become stiff turned back with a stiff neck.
The questions he had expected came one after another.
"The messenger of the light of the black witch is not the same as you see when you see the black witch?" Don't look at JP Morgan's tone as always with a smell of laughter.
But the little wizard's hair was already standing on end.
"Of course I'm not talking about you! Then you have never been a black witch in my heart. Even if you do what a black witch does, you must have your reasons!"
Ian immediately opened the survival mode.
but.
After auspicious words.
He still couldn't hold back his curiosity.
"This ... this ... Following my vicious sister, are you in the story of other past stories?" The voice asked by the little wizard was careful and very euphemistic.
He just doubted whether Sleeping Beauty was put to sleep by Morgan.
"Move your little pig's mind. If you take your teacher, who will give him a chance to sleep?" Witch Morgan rolled his eyes very disdainful.
"..."
Ian wanted to say.
The reason why I have such doubts is because in this blurred illusion, I saw the country of the entire sleeping beauty, and the handwriting that the entire country was raised by others also had a legendary black witch style.
I don't know if I guess I thought about Ian's heart. The Morgan Witch sighed gently and took Ian to the outside of the hall in this stagnant "out of control".
"Aren't you curious why you appear here?"
She spoke softly.
"Please solve the confusion."
The little wizard was humble.
"Because there."
The witch pointed to the magnificent church in the distance.
Then.
It also refers to the sun in the sky.
"You stupid little pig, I thought I knew you well enough, but I didn't expect, I really didn't expect that you could do such an outrageous and ridiculous thing."
Morgan's words made Ian Po feel a little confused.
"Does the golden wheel on the church represent the sun in the sky?" He began to think and guess in his heart, and then some bizarre ideas emerged.
"Could it be..."
Ian's eyes were almost staring.
His words have not finished.
Seeing Morgan sighed lightly.
"You asked Ariana to ask me before why you couldn't enter the tangled illusion. Now I also want to ask you...how do you dare to snatch the belonging of a god from the hands of the God of Death?"
A witch's whisper.
In this country where time is suspended... it's like thunder on the ground.
(End of this chapter)