Chapter 216 Valpurgis’ Dream (Please subscribe!)
Autumn is deep, the sky is vast, like crystal sapphires, and goshawks are soaring across the sky.
Gray looked up at the clear sky and felt incredibly peaceful, with a trace of doubt deep in her heart.
Huh? Why am I here?
Didn’t I undergo the trial at Broken Peak?
Gray scratched his head, as if he had forgotten something extremely important.
Looking around, Gray was surrounded by waves of wheat.
Under the sunlight, each wheat stalk is covered with plump ears of wheat, shimmering like gold.
The breeze blows, and the golden ocean sways with the wind, making a pleasant rustling sound.
Gray stood among the waves of wheat, closed her eyes and took a deep breath of the refreshing fragrance, and a smile unconsciously appeared on her lips.
"Back?"
A familiar call sounded from behind.
Gray turned back in surprise.
In the middle of the endless waves of wheat, there stood a small wooden house. The silver-haired boy was holding a rice-washing pot and pot with a faint smile on his face.
“Wash your hands first, and then you can start eating.”
"Okay!"
Gray ran across the golden ocean and said happily, "I'll come right away!"
As long as she saw Yeats, her worries seemed to float away.
Although Yeats often made fun of himself, Gray didn't take it seriously. On the contrary, she was happy about it.
Inside the wooden house.
Yeats was cooking by the stove, with beautiful hands and a focused profile.
Gray stared at his profile unconsciously.
As long as you are around Yeats, you will feel peaceful.
Because he is here, I don’t have to think about other things and can encounter happy things every day.
Although he always likes to cook some weird food, Gray thinks Yeats is very powerful, as if he can make any kind of monster delicious.
He would have a charming aroma. Gray asked Yeats where the aroma came from, and Yeats jokingly said it was from the spices.
But Gray was convinced that this lavender-like aroma was unique to Yeats and could not be concealed by the smell of spices.
"What's wrong?"
The silver-haired boy glanced at Gray, who was sitting at the table with his hands on his cheeks and his eyes distracted, and asked with concern.
"Is it just the two of us eating?" Gray asked absently.
"Yes."
"Where are the other companions?" Gray lowered his eyes.
"In this family, there are only you and me." The silver-haired boy said with a smile.
Gray's long eyelashes trembled slightly.
The burning fireplace reflected warm light on her face, the firewood crackled in the flames, and the fragrance of rice wafted from the pot, all of which made Gray feel extremely peaceful.
The fire... was so warm.
The small wooden house, where only two people live, is enough for Gray.
Gray couldn't tell whether it was true or false for a moment. She breathed out slowly, mustered up her courage, and looked into "Yeats's" eyes.
That was even gentler and more considerate than the real Yeats, as if it was constructed based on the image in her mind.
Sometimes, Gray felt that Yeats was as far away as coming from another world. He would say some strange words and always had the ability to predict the future.
He was as deep and mysterious as the night. When she was reading quietly in the study with him, Gray looked at him in the name of reading the code. She felt that he suddenly became very strange and distant, and she seemed to be a ghost. Insignificant stars in the night.
In this warm little house, you can reach out and touch "Yeats" in front of you.
This even made Gray feel a little hesitant and uneasy, fearing that he would disappear quickly like a popped bubble.
"What's wrong with you?" The silver-haired boy seemed to know what Gray was thinking. He sat in front of Gray and asked with a smile, "Is there anything sad?"
Gray She shook her head. Here, she felt very calm, as if she had been cast under a spell, and she couldn't even think of anything sad.
"That's good." The silver-haired boy smiled slightly, "Just wait a little longer, and the meal will be ready soon."
Gray stood up quickly and quickly walked towards the tightly closed wooden door. His body was trembling continuously. The moment he put his hand on the door handle, "Yeats" an almost pleading tone came from behind.
"Are you going back?"
"I...can't stay here." Gray lowered his head, stared at the door handle, and said without looking back, "I...have a place I must go to."
"Wouldn't it be better to stay here?" The voice said with emotion, "Here, there is no danger, and there is no need to be afraid. Everything is safe." Warm.”
Gray's hand tightened on the door handle.
The same moment.
Behind the window, the red devil stood calmly, with a cold face and a sarcastic smile on his lips.
The third level of the Sword of Silver is the most difficult, because through the first two levels, the devil has already grasped the inner thoughts of the trialer. All he has to do is to convey this desire in the third level. Keep zooming in.
Even Lorraine back then couldn't survive the third level.
Originally, the Red Devil should have been free at that time, but Lorraine held his scalp and was forced to become his servant.
Thinking of this, the Red Devil was so angry that he finally restrained his anger, looked at the shaken Gray, and sighed:
“This time, I will finally be free! "
Inside the house, Gray held the doorknob tightly and muttered:
"I...I don't know"
"My brain is very stupid and I can't think of complicated things." Gray lowered his head and whispered, "I don't know what will happen in the future... I think the current situation is already... pretty good..."
"Stay." The voice advised again, "You don't have to think about anything, you don't have to fight anymore, you don't have to wander anymore..."
Gray stood there for a long time, holding his hand. The hand holding on to the doorknob loosened its grip dejectedly.
The Red Devil let out a sigh of relief.
Even Lorraine couldn't pass the test, how could a dragonborn girl pass it easily?
In the entire world, the only person who can pass the Silver Sword trial is Luo Lin, who has already participated in the trial once!
“But Lorraine doesn’t even have any fucking ashes left! Haha!!”
The Red Devil laughed heartily and wildly: “It’s been so many years, and I’m finally free! ! ”
However.
Gray was about to say the spell, but found that the whole wooden house began to tremble violently.
"Eh?" Gray was startled.
Bang! !
The wooden door was broken, Gray's pupils shrank, but he saw an eight-legged horse breaking through the door!
Boom! !
The whole house collapsed!
Among the ruins.
Gray reluctantly climbed up and looked up at the black-armored knight riding on the eight-legged horse, his eyes shocked.
"Ah, you are that, that..." Gray pointed at the black-armored knight, dumbfounded and speechless for a moment.
"Just call me uncle." The King of the Wild Hunt said lightly.
“Huh?!” Gray said in surprise.
"You, what have you done——!!"
A heart-wrenching scream sounded.
Gray followed the sound.
The Red Devil knelt in front of the ruins, holding his head and wailing, and said in agony:
"I finally won, but you ruined the trial!!"
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King of the Wild Hunt: "That's quite embarrassing."
Suddenly.
The Red Devil turned his head and stared at the King of the Wild Hunt with eyes filled with distortion and hatred.
Clang!
The red devil reached out and pulled out a shadow sword from the void.
Immediately, he rushed through the ruins and suddenly slashed at the King of the Wild Hunt!
"Gray, turn around, hurry up."
"Oh!" Gray turned around obediently, facing away from the two of them.
Facing the murderous Red Devil, the King of the Wild Hunt reached out and took off his helmet.
Plop!
The red devil slid to his knees for more than ten meters.
The friction between the knees and the ground produced sparks and kicked up flying dust!
With a clang, the red devil dropped his sword, rubbed his hands and said:
"I'm sorry, Master, I admit that my voice was a little loud just now..."
Wild Hunting The king is the master of the red devil? Gray's face was full of surprise... Then why did he interrupt the trial?
I can't figure it out... Gray shook his head, already regaining consciousness, and secretly thought it was dangerous.
The illusion just now was too dangerous, and it was completely aimed at her weakness. She felt like she was about to lose the trial!
But it was forcibly interrupted by the King of the Wild Hunt. Is this trial considered a pass or a failure?
Although she was curious about the true appearance of the King of the Wild Hunt, Gray did not turn around and heard the conversation between the two coming from behind.
“Thank you for guarding the Silver Sword for so long, Malphite, from now on, just follow me.”
"Master, what do you mean... I don't need to protect this treasure anymore?" the red devil asked in a trembling voice.
"Yes, the task of guarding this treasure will be in the hands of the dragonborn from now on." The King of the Wild Hunt said.
"This is... really great! Haha, master, you are really wise and powerful. Even the apostles can't kill you!" The red devil boasted crazily.
“Hmph, give me the mistletoe.”
“Okay, okay, it’s in this ball of light. I don’t dare to touch that thing. You can kill someone if you touch it. Life!”
The sound of horse hooves gradually approached, and Gray heard the King of the Wild Hunt say: "You can turn around now."
Gray turned around and met the eyes of the eight-legged horse. She looked up at the man on the horse. Hesitantly said:
"Are you... also here to get the Silver Sword?"
"No." The King of the Wild Hunt said scornfully, "I have lost the ability to hold this sword. The qualifications for a sword, and you almost made the same mistake as me just now."
Gray was slightly startled, remembering that he almost lost his mind just now, and then asked:
"Why are you helping me?"
Grey knew that there was some kind of cooperation between the King of the Wild Hunt and Yeats.
However, the King of the Wild Hunt is not related to her, and even if he wants to help, it is to help Yeats, so why would he come to support her?
The eyes under the King of the Wild Hunt's helmet were staring at the familiar face. After all, it was not Irina.
But...at that time, no one could help me.
Now, it's his turn to help his adopted son and daughter-in-law who are in the same situation.
"There is a saying... Because I have been caught in the rain, I have to hold an umbrella for others."
The King of the Wild Hunt said lightly: "Yeats and I have the same mind. , helping you is just part of the plan to help him obtain the Silver Sword." "That's it!" Gray suddenly said sincerely, "Thank you, King of Wild Hunt!"
The King of the Wild Hunt coughed twice and said:
"I just forcibly terminated the trial, and the final trial of the Silver Oak Sword is not over yet."
"I will put the Silver Oak Sword into your body, and you will take it to Next to Yeats, he accepted the final test."
Recalling the difficult trial, Gray couldn't help but worry about Yeats: "But..."
" Believe in Yeats." The King of the Wild Hunt sighed, "I am full of hope that the Silver Sword that I have not been able to pick up before can be picked up by him."
Under the mask of the King of the Wild Hunt. His eyes flicker... My unfinished business can be accomplished by him.
Immediately, the King of the Wild Hunt took out a crystal heart from the black mist, revealing the pure dragon aura.
“This heart is the dragon’s heart?” Gray said in surprise.
The Dragon's Heart is an excellent improvement material for dragonborns. It can not only strengthen their physique, but also increase the probability of awakening the 'Talent: Dragon's Heart'.
The King of the Wild Hunt nodded and said: "The sword of mistletoe will be rooted in the heart of the host and absorb the host's blood."
"You haven't fully obtained the power of mistletoe yet. Agreed. Without a strong heart, you would not be able to carry this sword to Yeats.”
The King of Wild Hunt looked at the crystal-clear dragon's heart in his hand and said:
"If you think about it carefully, this is the first official meeting between you and me. This dragon's heart should be regarded as, I'll give it to you as a meeting gift..."
"Such an expensive thing as a meeting gift?" Gray was shocked, "That's not good!"
The King of Wild Hunt smiled. , said: "There is nothing wrong."
The black mist shrouded the dragon's heart in his hand and gradually floated up. Under a burst of bright white light, the heart melted into Gray's body.
Cold sweat flowed from Gray's forehead, and all the blood in her body rushed to her heart. As she digested this majestic dragon power, faint black scales appeared on her neck, and then gradually faded away.
Boom!
In an instant, Gray's soul power broke through the shackles, and under the stimulation of the dragon's heart, reached the fourth ring realm!
The King of the Wild Hunt nodded slightly and said: "The next step will be even more painful. The mistletoe will temporarily take root in your heart. You must endure it."
A small ball of light slows down Floating slowly towards Gray.
In the ball of light, there was a small section of mistletoe... Gray murmured: "Is it this inconspicuous plant that killed the God of Light?"
"The weak and the strong can interact with each other. Transformation. "
The King of Wild Hunt said: "Pass this sword to Yeats, and let him, who is still young, undergo this final test!"
Red! The devil's eyes flickered.
In her eyes, the dragonborn girl looked in pain as the mistletoe took root in her heart.
In a fairy tale, in order to make the rose red, the nightingale needs to place its heart on the thorns of the rose and sing loudly when the thorns pierce the nightingale's heart. Only in this way can the blood of the nightingale turn the rose red.
Gray is the nightingale, and now she is going to bring the rose to Yeats.
The red devil crossed his fingers, recalling the wavering, firmness and weakness of the girl in the trial, and smiled.
In the deepest part of her heart, Yeats's name appeared repeatedly... Yeats must have owed her a lot.
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Broken Mountains.
The battle between Lilith and Sariel continues.
Yeats stared at the fight between the two under the moon, and saw Herod beside him suddenly drew his sword and slashed into the air.
Zheng!
The space fluctuates.
A red-skinned devil could barely avoid the sword wind, wiped his cold sweat, and shouted:
"Leave someone under the sword!"
"Hmph, the devil still dares to cause trouble!" Xi Lu De's sword force continued to slash down.
"Wait, Herod, listen to what he said first!" Yeats stopped him.
Hilud forcibly withdrew his sword, glanced at the Red Devil coldly, and signaled him to speak quickly. The red devil glanced at the red-haired beauty who had a very different personality from Gray, and secretly thought that Yeats was very beautiful, and cleared his throat:
"I am here to convey my Lord's wishes. Yeats, are you willing to accept the trial of the Silver Sword?"
Yeats was slightly startled and quickly asked: " Isn’t your master Lorraine? He is still alive?”
The red devil’s expression was as usual, and he was surprised. How did he know? !
“That’s not the point.” The Red Devil smiled, “Don’t you want to know the whereabouts of Gray?”
Yeats's eyes narrowed and he thought quickly.
“Don’t think about it.” Red Devil interrupted, “Gray has passed the first two levels of the Silver Sword trial, but is trapped in the third level and cannot escape.”
"If you can pass the third trial, Yeats, you will not only get Gray out of danger, but you will also get the Silver Sword!" the red devil said with a smile.
"Don't believe the devil's words!" Hilud said coldly, "The trial he talks about is definitely not that simple!"
The red devil shrugged and said: "About I already have a certain understanding of your personality through Gray, Yeats...even if you give up the Silver Sword, you will not give up on her, right?"
Yeats was silent and said: "Then, if I fail the trial, what is the price?"
"The price is to replace Gray and stay in the illusion forever."
The red devil said seductively: "Whether you pass the test or not, you can save Gray. This is a good deal, isn't it?"
"Indeed." Yeats said with deep eyes, "Yes. The King of the Wild Hunt ordered you to do this, right?”
The Red Devil was surprised, this kid is really difficult to deal with!
"Make a decision quickly." The Red Devil avoided talking and continued, "Time is quite precious."
Yeats took a step forward.
Hilud held his hand.
Yeats squeezed her palm, reassured her with his eyes, then walked towards the red devil and said:
"I am willing to accept the trial."
The Red Devil looked at Yeats's deep eyes and gradually smiled:
"Then, the deal is established!"
"I will show the deepest desire in your heart. If you don't And feel satisfied, and you will pass the test!"
A burst of hallucinatory light enveloped Yeats.
Yeats let go of his body and felt that his consciousness fell into darkness. At the end of the darkness, a white light appeared.
"My heart's desire?"
Even Yeats himself didn't know what he longed for.
With a trace of curiosity, Yeats walked towards the end of the white light and came to a long corridor.
What comes into view is a modern aquarium.
Yeats was in the underwater corridor of the aquarium. Colorful ornamental fish were swimming past the glass above his head, and he saw beautiful red sea anemones through the glass beside him.
Seahorses, jellyfish, sharks...
Yeats slowly walked through the undersea corridor and felt a sense of intimacy when he looked at the familiar Chinese characters on the introduction board.
Yeats liked to stay in the aquarium, especially when passing through the underwater walkway. The mottled light and shadow fell on the quiet corridor, as if he was in the depths of the ocean. Although he was lonely, he was surrounded by warm water.
This corridor seemed to have no end, and the corridor became wider and wider. Yeats even saw a spectacular blue whale gradually swimming over his head.
The body of the blue whale instantly blocked all light. In the darkness, Yeats heard the gentle broadcast:
"The aquarium is about to close. Please leave the exit in an orderly manner. Thank you for your cooperation..."
Then the melodious sound of the saxophone sounded.
Yeats suddenly realized that he was taking advantage of the holiday to visit the aquarium today.
As long as you leave from the exit, you can return to a familiar city. Comics, computers, new shows, novels... everything you are familiar with is waiting for you in the air-conditioned room.
It’s time to leave, Yeats thought, but...did he forget something?
He glanced back at the endlessly long undersea corridor, and there was nothing behind it.
Feeling an indescribable sadness, Yeats stood in front of the gate, took out a wrinkled ticket from his pocket, and handed it to the faint green fluorescence...
"Yeats——!"
Gray shouted.
Yeats was slightly startled and looked back.
Gray was wearing a modern girl's sailor uniform, standing under the submarine corridor. She looked very beautiful in a white shirt, pleated skirt and small leather shoes.
The beautiful and lonely blue whale swam over her head, and the mottled light and shadow illuminated her through the water waves. She touched her red eyes and said:
"You have to go back. Are you ready?"
"The aquarium is going to be closed," Yeats said, "I have to go home. I have a cat at home, and I have to go back and feed it..."
"I know that your home and relatives are all far, far away!"
Gray suddenly spoke loudly, then gradually became softer. Tears welled up in her red eyes, and she whispered softly:
"But can you...not leave?"
"Just think it's for me. ."
Grey gave a forced smile and said with a choked voice:
"Can you stay?"
Yeats opened his mouth and looked beyond the gate to the corner of the exit.
From around the corner, there was the sound of fast and chaotic footsteps.
Yeats's heartbeat suddenly became faster and he quickly looked back at Gray.
Behind Gray, at the end of the long corridor, countless pairs of eyes opened in the darkness.
A strong sense of fear surged in Yeats's heart.
"Gray!!"
In the Broken Mountains, the Evil Eye Apostle sensed the divinity of the Silver Sword, abandoned the battle with Lilith, and came to Yeats, who was leaning against a big tree and was unconscious. , countless eyes opened on the wings.
Hilud faced off against the Evil Eye apostle in the sky, holding a giant sword and showing determination.
“Get out of there!!”
Yeats shouted: “Come to me!”
"I can't do it, Yeats." Gray pursed her lips and said tremblingly, "I can only let you stay."
Yeats threw away the ticket and ran towards Gray: "Stay here Don't move there! "
In the Broken Mountains, the Evil Eye Apostle's eyes shot hundreds of lasers at the same time, passing over Herod and hitting Yeats behind the tree.
Thousands of shadows stretched out from the darkness of the corridor, reaching towards Gray.
Her tearful eyes flashed with light:
"Aren't you...going to leave?"
"It's too late, Gray!" Yeats reached out to Gray, who was about to be swallowed up by the shadow, "Stay closer to me!"
" Yeats——"
Gray wiped away her tears, smiled through her tears, and said:
"You are so beautiful, stay here for now"
Broken Mountains.
Time then stopped, and the gaze attack hovered in mid-air. Even the ferocious face of the Evil Eye Apostle remained motionless.
The King of the Wild Hunt rode an eight-legged horse, carrying the unconscious Gray on his shoulders, walked past the apostle, and placed Gray next to Yeats.
"Master, is it really okay to use such a powerful spell just for these two brats?" the red devil asked.
The King of the Wild Hunt used black mist to swallow up the gaze attack all over the sky, looked at Yeats for a long time, and sighed:
"After all, he calls me his adopted father..."
"Master, that guy Michael is fighting in the divine realm again!" The red devil's face changed wildly, "It's been hundreds of years. Sorry, this guy is still chasing you!"
"Let's go, it won't be good if we take the Archangel in circles and let him influence this battlefield."
< br>The King of the Wild Hunt casually tore off his cloak and threw it on Yeats and Gray as a blanket. Then he was enveloped in black mist and disappeared.
In the aquarium, Yeats' movements came to a standstill.
Gray wiped the tears from her face with the back of her hand, walked to Yeats who kept reaching out, and stared at his face.
Soon, she pursed her delicate lips and felt that her heart was about to jump out.
Gathering up the courage, Gray stood on tiptoes and pecked Yeats lightly on the lips.
In fairy tales, kisses always have powerful magic.
The prince kisses the sleeping princess, and then the princess wakes up and everyone is happy.
Gray's cheeks were red and she thought to herself, Yeats, let this kiss help you pass the trial!
Time passes again.
Broken Mountains, Yeats opened his eyes and looked at Gray who was close at hand. She was also awake.
"Yeats, I..." Gray's cheeks were flushed with shame.
“I heard the call of the Silver Sword, and it recognized us.”
Yeats's eyes flickered and he whispered: "Where did you put it?"
"Well..." Gray's cheeks were so red that they looked like they were about to drip with blood.
Immediately, she stretched out two palms, took Yeats's hand, and placed it on her chest.
Yeats was slightly startled.
Gray's chest was enveloped in a ball of hot white light, and his arms could even penetrate directly into her body through the white light.
"Stretch, stretch in." Gray said tremblingly, "At the position of the heart...and then..."
"Draw the sword, Yeats!"
Here it comes.
Yeats was shocked.
The sword is drawn from the chest with overwhelming feeling!
The background music is already ringing in my ears, and I suspect that the King of Wild Hunt arranged this on purpose. This guy is already two-dimensional!
Yeats took a deep breath and slowly stretched his hand into Gray's chest.
Soon, in the shining white light, the hilt of the Silver Sword was gradually drawn out!
The soul power in the body rose rapidly under the stimulation of mistletoe.
Yeats felt that even the curse in his body was melting away under this light.
In just a short moment, the soul power has reached the peak of the third ring.
And, as the Silver Sword was drawn out bit by bit.
The insurmountable bottleneck between low and high rings is also gradually being broken through!
High in the sky, Lilith looked at the divinity revealed from Yeats, with deep surprise in her eyes.
This aura is... the Sword of Silver? !
How is that possible? !
Even the gods cannot pass the test of the Silver Sword.
This young man was actually able to be recognized by the Sword of Silver! ?
The birth of legendary weapons is always accompanied by a shocking and terrifying momentum.
Lilith’s red hair was flying in the strong wind, and fanaticism gradually appeared in her eyes!
By forming an alliance with this little guy, you really made the right choice! !
The eyes of the evil eye apostles all widened.
Looking at Yeats pulling out the Silver Sword, the pupils of all the eyes shrank rapidly!
The legendary weapon actually appears here? !
What a coincidence, it happened to be taken away by this human being! !
He is afraid of strong light, especially the strong light with the power of the Holy Realm. Because the Silver Sword is contaminated with the divinity of the God of Light, it can release unparalleled brilliance.
At this moment, the Silver Sword is overflowing with dazzling light, but the Evil Eye Apostle dare not close his eyes, for fear that Lilith will take advantage of this to attack!
This is simply impossible!
The more the Evil Eye Apostle thought about it, the more bizarre it became that humans could actually compete with gods!
"Yeats, give it a sword!!" Lilith shouted excitedly.
As long as Yeats uses the Silver Sword to cause some trauma to Sariel, the balance will be broken, and she can defeat Sariel!
“That’s what I meant!”
In the bright light, Yeats raised the Silver Sword in his hand high with a stern look.
Walpurgis Night, scenes flashed back in Yeats' mind.
Greqin danced in a pool of blood in front of the cathedral, and Herod came from thousands of miles away to kill the demon;
Circe who lives and dies with Kandra, Gray who passes the test at all costs...
This moment.
The aura on Yeats suddenly broke through the fourth ring!
Under the illumination of the Silver Sword, the silver-haired boy holding this stabbing sword became the focus of the entire battlefield.
Cersei gradually regained consciousness, and with Kendra's support, the two of them looked at the top of the mountain in the distance.
"That's..." Circe's eyes were shocked, "The legendary holy object?"
The shock in Candela's eyes was no less than that of Circe. He had already seen the young man holding the Silver Sword. It was his student Yeats!
Why did Yeats appear here? How could he have such amazing power!
Thousands of words converged into Candela's stunned tone: "That's... my student."
Circe was stunned and sighed: "You really... accepted it well Students!”
"High Priest!!"
Kelan and Gretchen appeared on the hillside. She stumbled over and hugged Circe's body.
Cersei's old face showed motherly tenderness, she stroked Gretchen's head and asked Crane:
"Why did you bring her to such a dangerous place?"
Klan smiled bitterly and said: "When I saw Lilith appear, I thought there was no safer place than next to you two, so..."
At this time, a surging white light suddenly appeared in the battlefield!
The scorching light fell.
The evil eye apostle’s eyeballs suddenly shrank.
This sword could not break his defense at all, but the light divinity remaining on the sword's edge made Sariel feel deeply fearful, and then gave Lilith an opportunity!
Yeats looked up at the sky, only to see Lilith crushing Sariel, laughing wildly while devouring his divinity.
There is no need to intervene on the battlefield over there.
Yeats felt exhausted, could not stand firmly, and fell straight back.
Boom!
Gray and Herod held him steady at the same time, their eyes meeting each other in an indescribable subtlety.
Yeats smiled dumbly.
In this situation, Yeats could not help but think of the last paragraph of the poem "Faust".
The right way is -
All impermanent things are nothing more than a metaphor;
Unsatisfactory things often happen, but now you get what you want;
Fantasy and indescribable The writing turns into an article;
Eternal women are at ease, guiding us upward!
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