quicksilver blood

Chapter 187

warmth.aromatic.

Like being in a dream.

The warm morning light, the breeze with the smell of earth, the strange but unexpectedly elegant flowers, accompanied by the back of the girl in the middle of the flower field.

The sight is reminiscent of sweet fairy tales.

Ordinary, but impressive enough.

Claudia couldn't help but widen her eyes.

There was a twinkle in her eye.

This is completely different from the center of the White Tower in her mind.

There are no complicated runes all over the walls, nor are there any unknown and strange items that often appear on the outer ring of the White Tower.

Everything is as beautiful as the countryside in Caral.That level of beauty makes one have no doubt that one can meet a fairy.

——But when Claudia calmed down a little, she felt a creepy feeling instead.

No, not right.

Although Karal is famous for the beauty of the countryside and the kind of beautiful scenery where goblins hide, it is only human beauty after all.

But it's different here.

There is nothing lacking in the scene here.Just standing on the grass and soaking up the sunshine gives people a sense of peace that makes them want to stand here forever.

That's not even an illusion.

Claudia watched Robert and An Ruosi standing in place and fell into a deep sleep, but couldn't get up enough to wake them up.

It feels like just waking up in the morning.

The body didn't want to move at all, and even the mind fell into endless sluggishness.

It was as if everything stood still forever.

If I could describe it in one word...

"That is eternity."

Roland stared straight at the girl whose back was turned to him indifferently, the silver gray in his pupils flowing slowly like mercury.

"Utopia isolated from the world", "eternal dreamland"—no matter what the names refer to, they all refer to the same thing.

This myth that has been passed down in Titan for a long time, no one knows that its true body is actually the first tower of the White Tower.

No—to be more precise, the main body of this myth should be Anvilia.

As long as she is by her side, everything around her will involuntarily stop.

That's not the same as Scott's slowness.It is a more advanced concept than him.

Among the players, there is even such a legend.

Legend has it that when Anvilia was sleeping, a villager accidentally saw Anvilia in the crystal coffin, and was immediately shocked. He regarded Anvilia as a goddess and looked at her in a daze.

When he came back to his senses, he realized that his eyes were so disrespectful. He was shocked for a moment, knocked his head nine times, and walked home reluctantly.

But when he got home, he found that 20 years had passed in the world.His son is already older than him.

...Of course, Roland does not believe this legend.

There is a bug in this legend that cannot be ignored—that is, Scott has such a big heart that he can make a mortal look at the person he likes rudely for more than 20 years without killing him...

But despite this, this legend also shows how far Anvilia's power can go.

Her eternity is not only reflected in the impact on the surrounding environment, but more in herself.

As a high elf, a noble race with silver blood flowing, when Anvilia awakened at the age of 150, her appearance was only about 17 years old.

Since then, her body has been fixed at the age of 17.

From Roland's angle, he could only see a silhouette, but it was enough to see her beauty clearly.

In terms of appearance, she is not much different from Claudia.But the elf's elegance and the stability and mystery accumulated over more than 1000 years gave her a lot of points.

Her pupils are as golden as amber.

The waterfall-like glazed golden hair is about three meters long.And from the position of the neck, it was beaten into many thin braids, which were naturally scattered on the ground and spread out in all directions.

In the morning light, it is not dazzling, but it is almost shining.

As if sensing Roland's gaze, she turned her head and looked at Roland with a sweet smile.

Unexpectedly, Roland calmed down instead.

——It’s probably too refined.

That is not the beauty that human beings can bear.

Time is the most amazing thing in this world.The human body grows old due to the passage of time, but the soul becomes deeper and wiser in the flowing water of time.

In the eternal land of Anvillia, she has spent more than 1000 years.

Therefore, her mind immediately became deep.

"Chosen of the Mentor, please take a seat,"

A sweet voice came from Anvilia's mouth. It was obviously speaking but it was like singing, and there was an unconcealable sense of holiness in it.

This is what Roland said before, there is no soft holy voice in battle.

At this time, behind Roland was an ordinary grass field.

But as Anvilia's words came out, Roland sat down without the slightest hesitation.

Claudia almost screamed.

But at the moment she can only watch, but can't say a word.

That posture is not like sitting on the grass, but like sitting on a stool.

Just before Roland was about to put his butt on the ground, a simple stool surrounded by wool appeared under Roland without warning.

Claudia swore - there was no trace of the flow of laws at that moment, nor was there any imprint of divine magic.

It was as if a chair had really appeared out of thin air.

And Roland knew that it was Anvilia's imagination.She thought that Roland needed a stool to sit on, so Roland would naturally wait for one.

Here, in the first tower, Anvelia is more powerful than the gods.

At least gods cannot be created out of nothing.

And creating something out of nothing—that is the biggest reason that shakes the rule of the gods.

"Princess Anvilia," Roland said in a respectful and flat tone, "I can't afford it."

"No, no, no," Anvilia quickly stood up, waved Scott away, and walked over to help Roland up with her own hands, "How can you claim to be subordinate in front of me?"

"You are the eldest princess of the high elves, the founder of the White Tower..."

"say no more!"

Anvilia interrupted Roland loudly: "Master Pope, you are the incarnation of a mentor—"

"..."

Roland just remained silent.

Roland is not the Pope.He is just a voter.

If Roland agrees at this time, it will be a complete and irrefutable crime of usurpation.

Regardless of the true attitude of the Sleeping Mentor towards Roland, Roland is only a voter of the Sleeping Mentor, not the appointed Pope.

But Anvilia keeps saying that she is "the incarnation of a mentor..."

A flash of inspiration flashed in Roland's mind, and he finally realized what Anvilia meant.

"……I understand."

He couldn't help but smile.

If Roland guessed correctly, what she meant was roughly that she wanted to push herself into the position of the Pope.

It's just tiring to talk to this old monster...

Theoretically speaking, don't old people hate young people coming up with some messy tricks and showing off some ridiculous things?
So, Anvilia should be past the age where she can beat around the bush...

So is it the difference between short-lived species and long-lived species?
"I'll do it. I'll tell you about my plans later."

Roland responded immediately: "During the break of the White Tower, I need a transmitter and an independent residence."

"No problem. As long as you need it"

Anvilia replied without hesitation.

But Roland's next request really stumped her——

"The official business is over, so it's private." Roland looked at Anvilia seriously, "Can you make me have a nightmare?"

Roland suddenly wanted to know what the dream he had forgotten was about.

Anvilia, as the founder of the Confused Witch, is the wizard who has studied dreams the most. If you miss this village, you won't have this shop.

...It's just that, even if he didn't think of any real content, a bad premonition vaguely flashed in Roland's heart.

　TodayChapter 2...

　　My left thumb is still cramping...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)