In a room in an abandoned castle, the sun shone through the gaps of the thick curtains, shining on a pitch-black coffin.
Suddenly, the lid of the coffin made a staggering sound and slowly moved to the side.
With a bang, it fell to the ground.
After a few seconds, Azke Eggs sat up with a confused expression.
At this time, he was wearing a loose pajama that Ruen had been popular in the past few years, just like a nobleman who woke up in his manor.
After a while, Azk narrowed his eyes slightly, looking around like he was confused and wondering who he was.
He then saw the brilliant sunshine that penetrated the gap, the dust flying in the sunshine, and the letters scattered on the table, on the ground and beside the lid of the coffin.
They are like giant snowflakes, covering half of them.
Azk walked out of the coffin, bent down with confusion and picked up a letter, opened it and read it.
As he read, the confusion on his face disappeared, as if he had remembered many past events.
Azk immediately found a chair and sat down, letting all the letters fly in front of him, overlapping like peaks.
He opened it one by one, read it one by one, paused from time to time in the middle, pondering for a long time, as if he was seriously thinking about something.
The sunlight passing through the gaps in the curtains slowly dimmed, and after a long time, it shone in again.
At this time, Azk finally finished reading all the letters and completed long-term thinking like meditation again and again.
He glanced at the letters that had been stacked on the table and sighed slowly and deeply.
Then he found the letter paper, the pen and the useful ink, and wrote with a gentle expression:
...I have woken up and received all your letters, which made me remember who I am, who you are, and many past events in the past.
Your experience is more complicated and exciting than I imagined, and it also made me think of some of the previous questions.
From these letters, I can feel your joy, your fatigue, your hope for life and the heavy responsibility you put on your shoulders.
I can probably guess the reason why you finally made that choice. If it were me, you might be unable to make such a decision.
From the beginning, you were a guardian, from imitating others to being imitated.
Next, I will start a journey, pursuing more pasts and witnessing the changes in this world.
You seem to be sleeping, but it doesn't matter, I'll write to you about the interesting things, the interesting customs and the interesting people I've encountered.
I think that you should be able to send these letters to you by offering sacrifices...
The golden pen tip reflects the sunlight, rustling on the white paper, constantly writing more content.
…………
Beckland, inside a sun-tanning house in a townhouse.
Melissa walked in with a little girl who was obviously less than ten years old.
Aunt, aunt, why is it here?The little girl asked in confusion, "The stories I heard were all mysterious rituals in the basement."
Melissa, wearing glasses, smiled and said:
It was an irregular esoteric ritual.
She then pointed to the altar that had been arranged in front and the unlit candles:
You can start now.
Really?The little girl turned her head and looked at the bright sunshine outside the window. Do you want it? Should you pull the curtains on it?
No, this is pretty good.After Melissa replied, she smiled and looked at the little girl without any skill at all, imitating herself in her usual ceremonies.
During this process, she spoke out her guidance from time to time, and even did it on her own, finally letting the little girl complete the pre-order of the ceremony.
OK, follow me to read.Melissa took a breath, her expression gradually settled.
Uh-huh.The little girl also tried to make herself appear serious.
Melissa looked at the candlelight on the altar for a few seconds, opened her mouth slowly, and said in Guhemis:
Fools who do not belong to this era...
The little girl has never learned Guhemis at all. Although she was trying her best to imitate her aunt, she still didn't know what she was saying.
The mysterious master above the gray fog... Melissa continued to recite.
The ghost fractured and dripped with holy honey boiled debt... The little girl followed seriously.
The King of Yellow and Black who is in charge of good luck... After Melissa finished reading one sentence after another, the candlelight above expanded to the size of a human head without waiting for the little girl to imitate it.
In this huge ball of fire, a slippery tentacle that was faintly vaguely patterned, but it was hard to see clearly reached out and moved extremely slowly.
The little girl was stunned for a moment, suddenly retreated, and hid behind her aunt.
Melissa pursed her lips, and said with a soft expression with a little smile:
Don't be afraid, say hello to him.
The little girl timidly poked her head out from behind her aunt and saw the terrifying, slippery tentacle swaying gently in the bright sunshine shining outside the window, as if wiping away the dust, and as if waving at herself.
Go, don't be afraid.Melissa repeated it again.
The little girl finally plucked up the courage and stood in front of the altar.
She chanted some of the spells she had invented, then showed a sincere smile and raised her palm upwards.
The slippery tentacles that were hidden in the pattern paused for several seconds, as if they were hesitant and unfamiliar.
Then, it raised gently, curled up slightly, and landed inch by inch.
In the sunshine, it slapped the little palm.
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Suddenly, the lid of the coffin made a staggering sound and slowly moved to the side.
With a bang, it fell to the ground.
After a few seconds, Azke Eggs sat up with a confused expression.
At this time, he was wearing a loose pajama that Ruen had been popular in the past few years, just like a nobleman who woke up in his manor.
After a while, Azk narrowed his eyes slightly, looking around like he was confused and wondering who he was.
He then saw the brilliant sunshine that penetrated the gap, the dust flying in the sunshine, and the letters scattered on the table, on the ground and beside the lid of the coffin.
They are like giant snowflakes, covering half of them.
Azk walked out of the coffin, bent down with confusion and picked up a letter, opened it and read it.
As he read, the confusion on his face disappeared, as if he had remembered many past events.
Azk immediately found a chair and sat down, letting all the letters fly in front of him, overlapping like peaks.
He opened it one by one, read it one by one, paused from time to time in the middle, pondering for a long time, as if he was seriously thinking about something.
The sunlight passing through the gaps in the curtains slowly dimmed, and after a long time, it shone in again.
At this time, Azk finally finished reading all the letters and completed long-term thinking like meditation again and again.
He glanced at the letters that had been stacked on the table and sighed slowly and deeply.
Then he found the letter paper, the pen and the useful ink, and wrote with a gentle expression:
...I have woken up and received all your letters, which made me remember who I am, who you are, and many past events in the past.
Your experience is more complicated and exciting than I imagined, and it also made me think of some of the previous questions.
From these letters, I can feel your joy, your fatigue, your hope for life and the heavy responsibility you put on your shoulders.
I can probably guess the reason why you finally made that choice. If it were me, you might be unable to make such a decision.
From the beginning, you were a guardian, from imitating others to being imitated.
Next, I will start a journey, pursuing more pasts and witnessing the changes in this world.
You seem to be sleeping, but it doesn't matter, I'll write to you about the interesting things, the interesting customs and the interesting people I've encountered.
I think that you should be able to send these letters to you by offering sacrifices...
The golden pen tip reflects the sunlight, rustling on the white paper, constantly writing more content.
…………
Beckland, inside a sun-tanning house in a townhouse.
Melissa walked in with a little girl who was obviously less than ten years old.
Aunt, aunt, why is it here?The little girl asked in confusion, "The stories I heard were all mysterious rituals in the basement."
Melissa, wearing glasses, smiled and said:
It was an irregular esoteric ritual.
She then pointed to the altar that had been arranged in front and the unlit candles:
You can start now.
Really?The little girl turned her head and looked at the bright sunshine outside the window. Do you want it? Should you pull the curtains on it?
No, this is pretty good.After Melissa replied, she smiled and looked at the little girl without any skill at all, imitating herself in her usual ceremonies.
During this process, she spoke out her guidance from time to time, and even did it on her own, finally letting the little girl complete the pre-order of the ceremony.
OK, follow me to read.Melissa took a breath, her expression gradually settled.
Uh-huh.The little girl also tried to make herself appear serious.
Melissa looked at the candlelight on the altar for a few seconds, opened her mouth slowly, and said in Guhemis:
Fools who do not belong to this era...
The little girl has never learned Guhemis at all. Although she was trying her best to imitate her aunt, she still didn't know what she was saying.
The mysterious master above the gray fog... Melissa continued to recite.
The ghost fractured and dripped with holy honey boiled debt... The little girl followed seriously.
The King of Yellow and Black who is in charge of good luck... After Melissa finished reading one sentence after another, the candlelight above expanded to the size of a human head without waiting for the little girl to imitate it.
In this huge ball of fire, a slippery tentacle that was faintly vaguely patterned, but it was hard to see clearly reached out and moved extremely slowly.
The little girl was stunned for a moment, suddenly retreated, and hid behind her aunt.
Melissa pursed her lips, and said with a soft expression with a little smile:
Don't be afraid, say hello to him.
The little girl timidly poked her head out from behind her aunt and saw the terrifying, slippery tentacle swaying gently in the bright sunshine shining outside the window, as if wiping away the dust, and as if waving at herself.
Go, don't be afraid.Melissa repeated it again.
The little girl finally plucked up the courage and stood in front of the altar.
She chanted some of the spells she had invented, then showed a sincere smile and raised her palm upwards.
The slippery tentacles that were hidden in the pattern paused for several seconds, as if they were hesitant and unfamiliar.
Then, it raised gently, curled up slightly, and landed inch by inch.
In the sunshine, it slapped the little palm.
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