crown of stars

Nigel sat down against the pillar with his arms around his knees weakly, the sharp crystal cone cut through the dirty clothes and pierced his skin.

Messiah obviously overlooked one point, even if he could ignore the thin air and high temperature in the crystal cave, the weak half-elves were obviously not among the tenacious ones.

The high temperature hit again in waves, and Nigel couldn't tell whether it was the pain caused by the inflammation of the wound or the temperature in the crystal cave was eating away at his own fire of life.He buried his heavy head into his knees, his nostrils fluttered heavily, and his stomach was equally disgusting, as if the illithid larva that had been crushed and swallowed had come back to life and was writhing in it with revenge.

Of course, it is impossible for the spiritid larva to be revived. It has been turned into pieces, and the dry food it swallowed before has been turned into nutrients for the body.Out of some strange talent, the half-elf is squeezing out the larva's talent bit by bit, very slowly but with great determination.

This is also one of the reasons that caused him to have a fever, that kind of strange power constantly overdraws his vitality.In the field of vision that the half-elf couldn't see, the silver-blue aura reappeared, like a round hood.Lively red packets popped up on the cover, constantly changing between silver blue and red, and finally completely swallowed by the aura.

When the last red dot disappeared, the silver-blue cover expanded a circle, and an invisible wave spread out in all directions.Like a breeze blowing across the earth, countless filament-like sensing forces probe outward, and then faithfully feed back the results to the owner.

Nigel felt that his soul was floating for a moment, followed by a sense of extreme exhaustion. His extremely weak body finally couldn't support the sudden talent. The half-elf raised his head, and finally fell heavily on the ground. , fell into a coma again.

When the half-elf's perception radiated in all directions, Messiah suddenly raised his head and lowered the dagger that was cracking the trap.It seemed that something was spying on him just now, but it seemed to be watching unconsciously.

Realizing that something was wrong, Messiah took a shortcut and saw the half-elf in a dying state.

Messiah blushed secretly, and he suddenly realized what kind of mistake he had made.As a creature of unknown race, he didn't have much feeling for cold and heat, flames and ice couldn't hurt him, breathing was dispensable to him.

But the half-elf was clearly not like him.

With pity and some guilt, Messiah gently picked up the half-elf and placed it on a flat stone bed in the room, then broke some crystal pillars, and expanded the holes and vents even larger.

When Nigel woke up, he was still a little confused.The high temperature in the crystal cave has dropped to an appropriate level, and a cool breeze is blowing on his face.The too bright reflections are blocked by the curtains, and the light in the room is just enough for people to rest quietly.

The high fever subsided, my breathing became much easier, and I was able to think clearly.The body seemed to have been cleaned, Nigel turned his head, at least there was no gravel and sawdust mixed in his hair.Nigel recalled the last memory before coma. At that moment, he seemed to undergo some unknown transformation.

It can't be an illithid, can it?The half-elf thought worriedly, then dismissed the ridiculous idea.Judging from the several transformations he witnessed, the larva must enter from the brain to become an adult, and it is not guaranteed to be successful.

But something is really different.

The half-elf pondered for a while, and began to simulate the behavior of the illithid in his mind. He had lived under the roof with that hapless ghost for several years, and this was an easy task for him.

The threads of mental power radiate everywhere, and even with their eyes closed, the half-elf can easily simulate the surrounding scene in his mind.Nigel was deeply satisfied that, for decades, he finally had something in his hands that he hadn't lost.

There might be another thing, Nigel fumbled in his arms for a while, and took out a thin piece of metal.

The metal piece is about half the size of a palm, and the pattern has been blurred and diffused. Only a series of words are written in a stretched and elegant font on the iron-gray center.The half-elf guessed more than once that his name was engraved on this innate thing, but it was more likely that it was just a series of decorative patterns.

The door curtain was roughly lifted, revealing a tall figure.Startled, Nigel quickly hid the metal piece in his clothes.

The visitor was tall and tall, with the dazzling hall behind his back, casting a halo around his body, and the silver hair on his shoulders was shining brightly.

The one who comes is the Messiah, a being with six wings.

When Messiah came in, the half-elf had already woken up, and was sitting on the stone bed looking at a piece of metal, and then quickly hid it in his arms.

"who are you?"

The half-elf asked him calmly, and his hands tightly clutching the old clothes revealed his true feelings.

"I should be the one to ask this question."

Messiah tossed the ball back easily, watching the half-elf's reaction with interest.

"Nigel..." The half-elf smiled wryly as he stared at the black hair hanging down his cheeks.Nigel, the dark-haired one, who never had a name.

"So, who are you? What are you, an angel, a demon, or a god?"

Messiah raised his eyebrows. This half-elf looked much more interesting than he had imagined.

"Messiah, as for why I'm called this name, of course I remember it when I was conscious. As for what I am... I can say, but I don't know? Maybe it's God."

When the demiplane was locked, apart from fighting elemental creatures and competing with another self for dominance, when he was briefly awake, he also thought about who he was and where he came from.

Even though the memories were scattered in the process of fighting for dominance, the remaining images of playing and talking in the sun are still firmly rooted in his mind, shining like stars in the dark night.

With an inexplicable intuition, Messiah determined that those broken memories happened in front of the locked half, and he was not called Messiah at that time.But when he traced back more deeply, all of them were shrouded in a hazy white mist and returned without success.

Over time, I gave up on the pursuit of the truth.

"I once heard that illithid mage call me 'Seraphim'? Then maybe I am Seraph." Messiah said indifferently.

You can never be a Seraph.The half-elf cursed in his heart, thanks to the dead illithid larva, he got a very useful skill, and at this moment he felt that the unknown creature standing in front of him was strangely confused.

The half-elf decided to take the initiative to start a new topic, lest the two fall into endless entanglement again.After Messiah's messing around, the atmosphere between them became much more harmonious, and a corner of the solid ice that lay between them quietly melted.

"Where do you come from?" Nigel asked, he could feel that the Messiah had no ill will towards him in his heart.

"Me?" Messiah was a little surprised that the half-elf asked such a question, "There is a never-ending wind blowing where I live, and weak opponents come from all directions, trying to tear me into pieces. For this reason, I have to Don't learn to harness the power of the wind, drive the wind to smash them, and make the sky my home court."

The sky... Nigel raised his head unconsciously. He hadn't seen the blue dome on the ground for a long time.

"Then where is your hometown?"

"Me?" Nigel expected that the other party would ask such a question, but never thought about the answer to this question.

"I have no homeland." The half-elf changed his posture and replied indifferently.

"For as long as I can remember, I've been wandering. Being loaded into a prison wagon, wandering from place to place, hoping for a good buyer. I walked with slavers through deep mountains and valleys, parked in the By the sparkling lake, camped on the barren hills, saw the prosperity of the harbor, and was finally sold into the Underdark by him. As you can see, this illithid is my buyer, and you will be my buyer Is it the next owner?"

"I have no money, and I can't afford you. You should be a free man."

"You saved my life, that's enough for me to do what I can. Tell me what you want. I don't believe that there are people in the world who help others out of good intentions. You always ask for something." Naizhe I played a little trick.

"Then, when I'm bored, talk to me a few words to make me less bored." Messiah doesn't care about the traps in the language of the half-elf, because his own purpose is just to let the half-elf become his lonely It's just a companion for communication.

The half-elf cast him an incredulous look, looking at him like an aberration.The Messiah accepted this calmly and returned his calm gaze.The half-elf turned his head as if electrocuted, studying the water droplets flowing in the direction of the crystal growth.

There was a long silence in the dark cave, but it was not dull.

The half-elf didn't know when he turned his head again, and for the first time took a serious look at his savior in various senses.

Messiah had already taken off the tight leather armor and replaced it with a set of old robes stored in a cave. The silver and black robes wrapped around his body obediently, outlining his slender and healthy figure.The thin white light penetrates through the clothes, but it is not so strong that it is dazzling, and the gestures are naturally clean and elegant, and the violent nature under the surface cannot be seen at all.

Nigel looked away from Messiah's face. It's hard not to feel inferior in his presence.Purity and evil are intertwined on that face at the same time, and the bones of countless enemies have poured him an unbreakable self-confidence. After the face has been polished by time, there is still a naive innocence remaining.

It was a face that could make countless people fall.

At least it's pleasing to watch, isn't it?thought the half-elf mockingly.As a weak person with no power to resist, what the employer wants is not what he has to do.What's more, only being a companion and chatting with Messiah when he is bored is enough preferential treatment, so there is nothing to complain about.

Just as he was thinking, Messiah looked back suddenly, his eyes met, and both of them were taken aback.

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Today is really a moldy star...

When I came home from get off work, I suddenly had to hand in the documents, and when I filled it out, I found that the electronic files of the photos in the USB flash drive were missing, so I went to get them.As a result, I forgot the house key and the company key together, and I didn't find out until I arrived at the company.I was too lazy to get it and wanted to take a photo directly, but I forgot that the photo studio is closed now, so I still have to go back and unlock it.After opening the lock, I finally got the key, and I have to go back to the company to get it immediately.Afterwards, it was finally settled. When I saw the time was twelve o'clock, I hurriedly finished today's three thousand.