Blade and Poetry

I thought later that perhaps I should have noticed something unusual in Lane's words then.His assurance was so firm, it seemed that it was not bound to go through a hopeless application.But my joy dilutes all doubts.That day was already the penultimate day of August, and Ryan and I both knew that the possibility that the Magic would decide to release me on the last day was very slim, and most likely they would turn me somewhere else.Neither of us mentioned it, we sat down for one last cup of tea, and he told me that the windows in my house would be open for me for 10 minutes.

I sat by the window all evening, waiting for that moment to come.I had already figured out my plan at the last minute.I know that my window is probably on the front of the main building, and people can lean out. At this time, there are guards below, but not many.My magic power will gradually recover only after the whole body leaves the sleeping room for a certain distance.Magic always eases the burden of constructing a scheme—whether it's manipulating a paper bird, or using other magic to escape.But if casting magic in place doesn't work, I have one last crazy idea left in my mind.

I didn't turn on the light in the house, and waited silently in the dark.The guard downstairs was standing against the wall, and a gust of wind knocked off the leaves of several trees.I stretched out my hand towards the glass, and suddenly found that the window sash just happened to bounce open leisurely at this moment.Fresh air rushed in with the breath of leaves.

——This air that belongs to Hoftas brings tears to the eyes.

I leaned half of my body out of the window, affirming my previous judgment about magic power.I looked up again, and confirmed my estimate of the distance from here to the rooftop.

This window is about the same level as the large locked window that I used to use to open onto the roof.But it doesn't have the two-inch window sill for people to jump on, and it becomes a difficult task to climb up to the tufted fence on the roof from here.But being able to confirm this is enough for me.With a shudder running through me, I ran back to the bedroom, twisted the sheet into a rope, and put my feet on the bottom window frame.I held the two ends of the rope in my hands, fixed the center of gravity, and threw the rope loop upwards with all my strength, and circled a circle on a tufted fence.I thought back to the training I did as a swordsman. I put my feet on the wall, twisted the rope, and moved up little by little.

At this moment, I didn't think about what would happen to me if my hand loosened, the old fence wasn't strong enough, or the guard standing guard downstairs raised his head slightly.For me at the time, all I had eyes for was the rooftop; and I did end up there, sitting on the flat ground in a cold sweat, waiting for my magic to flow back.

Maybe this kind of freedom of indoors and outdoors is not so important to me that it is worth the risk of risking my life in such an ordinary place; Under the sky, walking between every poetic place - I'm just so tired.The cause of my father's death that I can't blame, the misunderstanding and unfair treatment of my own country, the uncovering of the history that Columbus deliberately concealed, and the declaration of war by the Pu country with old hatred, all of them are faintly flocking to someone. Enigmas and cipher strings, and Karajan I don't know what to do with—these stuff poured into my lockup day after day, getting heavier with each passing day.Even if I still have many people, like Professor Lane and Odgo, I still feel that this heavy imprisonment is about to suffocate.

I looked at the night that Hoftas was familiar with, squeezed the paper bird in my hand, and began to infuse my long-sleeping magic power, trying to figure out the improved structure of Ord.Now about 7 minutes after I jumped out of that window, I suddenly heard a slight click.

I think that voice should be quite familiar to me.I thought carefully about where it might come from, and was about to look down, but the hidden alertness in my body made me crouch down first.

I lay prone on the roof, held my breath and saw a beam of light sweeping up from below, hurried past the place where I was sitting just now, and stopped at a point on the building below.

I think I remember what the noise was: the click of the sashes shut.

I slowly approached the edge of the roof, and saw that the number of guards downstairs had increased, and there were even a few more people dressed as magicians, some of whom were already walking towards the building.

10 minutes hadn't been up yet; there was no way I'd miscalculated that.Then it could only be that the inspector noticed something was wrong and rushed to my room—I never knew who was watching me, I only knew that Professor Ryan was the person in charge of interrogating me.If those people found out that I was not in the suite, they would probably be able to guess where I was in a short time.

It is no longer safe to use a paper bird in full view, and other methods cannot guarantee that I can leave quickly.I tightened my fingers holding the paper bird, and looked towards the corner of the roof, the thought that had been lingering in my mind for a long time surged up again.

"If I don't fill the broken magic circle as expected," I thought to myself, "I'll fly the paper bird as far as possible to prevent it from being shot down by those magicians."

I covered the plane of memory with my finger, and the magic that flowed into my finger sent a spark in the air.

I have an indescribable feeling: it seems that my intuition is guiding me, just like I saw it was a teleportation circle from the first glance.Those runes and magic theories that I have memorized in my heart and have been tested are just floating boards. It is my instinct to connect them together, and they are solidly placed on the half of the magic circle on the platform, making it emit an extremely dim light.More magic patterns flowed in a staggered manner, filling the blank fan, sucking away the magic power in my body like a whale.Karajan taught me how to run the magic power when he opened up the soul of the knife for me, and it automatically started to run at a high speed at this time; if it wasn't for it, I might have failed.My fingers are numb.I merged the magic lines at both ends to one point at the end.

The entire magic circle lit up flickeringly.I'm unfamiliar with the technique, and I can only make it work for about ten seconds before it will be scrapped again, but in the end I succeeded once.

I seem to have heard the sound of the lock being opened in the distance, and I know that this place will not be safe in a moment.I walked to the center of the faltering light and closed my eyes.

This teleportation array is quite different from the single teleportation array I have experienced before.I seemed to be pulled by something for several minutes, but my body was not in pain, I just felt a little dizzy when I finally stopped.I found that the place where I was standing - the other end of the teleportation array - was within three walls, very narrow, only one person could pass through, like a mezzanine in a certain wall.A dark light was on inside, illuminating a narrow staircase sloping upward.

I intuited that the stairs might lead to the interior of somewhere, and wanted to find another exit here, but I couldn't find the key to open the mezzanine in the wall.I had no choice but to release a knife, holding it by my side, intending to explore the way upwards.

However, there was a voice from far to near that made me stop.I subconsciously stepped aside, stared at the stairs, and then found that the voice came from behind a certain wall.

"You really don't know the whereabouts of the 'password string'?" The male voice seemed distorted through the thick wall.

"Indeed," said another voice.

"I hope you don't mind my questioning," said the man at first, "after all, you are the only survivor of that accident."

"I've always believed that the cipher string was destroyed in the explosion."

"Okay," the man's words seemed to be warning, "I will go to the Land of Eternal Night after the end of the year. According to those people's investigation, Chen Yang's widow will only come back to live for a few days at that time , I hope I can get something new."

After a moment of silence, I heard the man say again: "Please resign from your current job."

"I'm not an integral part of the men you've got under control," said another, "at least, as a fighter."

Their footsteps got closer, and then there was the sound of the door being pulled open, which seemed to be mixed with the sound of heavy rain outside.I waited for them to leave together, or one of them, when I suddenly heard a sigh from someone who didn't know, as if it sounded in my ears through a wall.

"Alvin Karajan," I heard the man say first, "has your heart been shaken?"

I took a step back before remembering that no one could see my expression across the wall.

The door was closed, and a series of footsteps disappeared in the other direction.I squeezed the knife in my hand, only to realize that what I summoned this time was Karajan's Molten Flame.I shrank it to the size of a dagger and turned to climb the narrow stairs.I probably went up and down the stairs in this secret passage three or four times and kept going up until I finally saw the only small door.It didn't lock and I pushed it open with a light touch.

This small door leads to a rather large space.There is no light inside, so I can only glance at the place with the light coming in from the distant window.The upper part of the house seems to be a vaulted top structure, and there are some dim broken stones embedded in the high places, which cannot be seen clearly for the time being.The direction I'm facing is a long table, which is the kind that is often used when banqueting guests, and it vertically spans most of the space here.There are high-backed chairs on both sides of the table, which blend with the long table into a black blurred outline.

I leaned against the base of the wall and quietly walked a few steps towards the long table, as if I passed several large and small doors by the wall.

However, at this moment, the candle in the copper candlestick closest to me on the table suddenly lit up, and then the candlestick behind it sparked, and then the candlestick behind it, from one end to the other. At one end, a few clusters of warm-colored lights strung up in the center of the long table, instantly driving away the lifeless darkness in this empty space.

I don't go any further.At the far end of the long table, I saw a figure sitting quietly.He was sitting on the high-backed chair in the main seat, the back of the chair was turned, his back was facing me, facing the direction of the two windows.The window was wide open, with the sound of rain, and a soft and vague candlelight reflected on the glass.

"I don't remember who else I invited." His voice was slightly tired, "Irreverent friend, don't you want to say something about your uninvited visit?"

As he said this, he slowly turned the back of his chair and met my gaze.

He stood up suddenly at that moment, and his high-back chair was thrown aside by his movement.He just struggled to get up like a trapped animal, but he walked towards me like a ghost.His hands and feet were erratic, and he walked slowly in front of me, and stopped when he was still some distance away from me, motionless.

I saw that his eyes were covered with faint bloodshot eyes, and his face was visibly thin.His whole body seemed to stop in front of me, he himself was immersed in a halo, and I was immersed in another halo.There was no shock of surprise in those eyes, but a dreamlike suddenness.

"Am I not awake yet, Vicente?" he said.

"Karajan—" I said harshly.

I want to explain Pu Guo's experience to him and tell him that this is a fatal misunderstanding.I also wanted to explain why I had been in Columbus for two months, so that the news never reached his ears; but he hugged me tightly at this moment, so I didn't say anything, so this The two halos finally merged together.

My hands were tied behind my back in his embrace, I even forgot to put my knife back, leaving it buried in heat between my fingers.

His head hung on my shoulders, and I heard his voice whisper:

"Even if it's just for this moment..."

I felt like everything I could express collapsed under his words.

He hugged me for a long time, pulled away from me a little, stretched out his hand slowly and carefully, and stroked my eyebrows, eyelids, nose tip and cheeks.I caught a glimpse of the medal that I was familiar with on his shirt cuff, and suddenly felt as if I was choked by something—I couldn’t imagine how he managed to find it, from the hands of those scavengers , or among the playthings displayed in second-hand stores; with the smell of dust and ashes, the name of Vicente Shaw is engraved.

"Are you going back?" he murmured.

"I'm always going back," I said, "that's my country..."

"After they let you die in Puguo? Go join the army, or become a spy and meet us?"

"That's someone's wrong decision. But behind the war are ordinary people... ordinary people are not wrong. They need fighters, and I can wield a knife." With these words, at this time, I feel that the process has become very difficult, "If there is no war-if there is no war, Karajan..."

"I know how easily war kills people," he said. "They are just numbers on the death bill. They reap others, or are reaped, and there are as many of them as falling dust on the battlefield. . . but They're meteors to some."

His embrace tightened again.

"Meteor," he said.

"I'm not going to die," I said nonsense with a hot head, racking my brains, "I have to leave, please don't worry about me..."

"You don't need to be so tired," he said softly, "you can stay with me."

His words are full of magic to me.I didn't dare to think about it anymore, I just hurriedly pressed my thoughts to the line called reason, forcing myself to conceive the next plan-even though time passed for a long time, there was nothing there.

I suddenly felt sleepy; Karajan's fingers were running lightly into the hair at the back of my head.I closed my eyes unconsciously, feeling the sound of the long rain coming from a distant place.Those sorrows flowed out along the temperature of his fingers, replaced by an elegant joy.I feel that the heaviness that has been suppressing me for so long is being pulled away little by little - like a release that I have longed for for too long - like a forgetting.

I struggled to open my eyes for a moment, but my mind was still in a daze.I jerked my arms out, but they were held firmly behind me by Karajan's arms.I don't know when he leaned against the long table, and only my wrist can move among my limbs.I remembered that I still had my knife in my hand.

"I know you have a knife," he said with his lips against my cheek, "but you're not going to kill me... are you?"

I remembered what this drunken feeling was like.I went through this when I was 12 years old and got fiddled with a few times by a grizzled doctor.He was the last doctor the Sean family found for me, and none of the others had been successful in bringing back my memory of Rosalind.

"He's forgotten everything about the caster," I remember the doctor saying to Mrs. Sean, "but she thinks he's forgotten more, which is actually the nature of amnesia. Part of what's erased is his knowledge of The direct memory of the caster: He will never remember the scene that person appeared in. The other part is associative memory. For example, he likes a garden very much and always wants to pick some flowers for the caster, so even if He has never seen her in this garden, and he will forget this garden after the amnesia spell works-depending on the depth of the connection. I think that the reason why he also forgets her is precisely because of later By."

I stayed under the doctor's treatment for a month, watching him cast all kinds of weird runes and spells on me.On the last day of the treatment, I could already remember most of the things. The kind doctor sent me a sand table and asked me to draw a special pattern on it, which completed the last step of the treatment for me.

"This is a hint," the doctor said with a sigh. "You have to write down the shape you drew firmly. In case someone wants to repeat the same trick on you in the future, but he refuses to untie it for you." ——Well, I can’t explain the grievances and grievances of you people, unfortunate children——When you see the shape of this pattern again, you will remember this process of "awakening" deep in your memory, you You can recall everything again and again.”

The doctor's words were about to disappear.I leaned on Karajan's shoulder, trying my best to wake up for the last time, and used the molten fire behind me to draw a branch of three-branched thorns in the palm of my hand.

In the last moment of my unconsciousness, I felt the restraints on my body lose their strength.I saw Karajan standing in front of me, staring at me with his gray-blue eyes, filled with candle flame and deep sorrow.

"Sorry, Vicente," he said, "I promise it won't be too long..."

I seemed to have been pulled into a dream, and I was falling to one side; but a trembling hand caught me.