Blood of Mercury

warmth. aromatic.

It's like being in a dream.

The warm morning light, the earthy breeze, 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 a sweet fairy tale.

Ordinary, but impressive enough.

Claudia's eyes widened.

There was light in her eyes.

This is completely different from the central area of ​​the White Tower in her mind.

There are no complicated runes all over the walls, and there are no strange objects that often appear in the outer ring of the White Tower.

Everything is as beautiful as the countryside in Caral. That's the beauty of being able to meet fairies without a doubt.

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

No, not right.

Although Caral is famous for the beauty of the countryside and the kind of beautiful scenery where goblins hide, it is only the beauty of the world.

But it's different here.

There is nothing wrong with the scene here. Just standing on the grass and soaking up the sun gives people a sense of tranquility that wants to stand here forever.

That's not even an illusion.

Claudia watched as Robert and An Ruosi stood there and fell into a deep sleep, but couldn't raise the strength to wake them up.

It felt like I just woke up in the morning.

The body did not want to move at all, and even the thoughts fell into endless sluggishness.

It was as if everything stood still forever.

If I had to describe it in one word...

"That's eternity."

Roland stared straight at the girl with her back to him, the silver-gray in her pupils flowing slowly like mercury.

"Isolated Ideal Land", "Eternal Dreamland"—whatever the names refer to are the same thing.

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

No - if it is more accurate, the body of this myth should be Anvilia.

As long as she was by her side, everything around her would stop involuntarily.

That's not the same as Scott's sluggishness. It is a higher concept than him.

Among the players, there is even such a legend.

Legend has it that when Anvilia was sleeping, a villager inadvertently saw Anvilia in the crystal coffin.

After he came back to his senses. Only then did he realize that his eyes were so disrespectful, and he was shocked for a while, and he kowtowed nine times in a row, and then walked home reluctantly.

But when he gets home. Only to find that the world has passed twenty years. His son is older than him.

... Of course, Roland didn't believe this legend.

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

But even so, this legend also shows how much Anvilia's power can do.

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

As a high elves. A noble race flowing with silver blood, when Anvilia's awakened her origin at the age of 150, her appearance was only about seventeen years old of a human.

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

From Roland's point of view, only one silhouette can be seen, but it is enough to clearly see her beauty.

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

Her pupils were amber gold.

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 then spread out in all directions.

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

He seemed to sense Roland's gaze. She turned her head and looked at Roland with a sweet smile.

Unexpectedly, Roland calmed down instead.

- Probably too refined.

That's not beauty that humans can afford.

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

In the eternal land of Anvilia, she has spent more than a thousand years.

As a result, her mind also became deep.

"Teacher's voters, please take a seat,"

A pleasant voice came out of Anvilia's mouth. It was clearly speaking but it was like singing, and there was an undisguised sense of holiness in it.

This is what Roland said before. There are no soft holy voices in battle.

At this time, behind Roland was an ordinary grass.

But as Anvilia's voice came out, Roland sat down without any hesitation.

Claudia almost screamed.

But she could only watch from the sidelines at the moment, but she couldn't say a word.

That pose doesn't look like you're sitting on grass. It's like sitting on a stool.

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

Anvilia swears - at that moment there is no trace of the flow of laws, and there is no imprint of 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 a stool.

Here, inside the first tower. Anvilia is stronger than the gods.

At least the gods can't create something out of nothing.

And creating something out of nothing - that is the biggest reason to shake the rule of the gods.

"Princess Anvilia," Roland's tone was respectful and flat, "I can't afford it."

"No, no," Anvilia hurriedly stood up, waved Scott to back away, and walked over to help Roland up with his own hands, "How can you call yourself the next 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: "Sir Pope, you are the incarnation of the teacher—"

"…"

Roland just remained silent.

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

If Roland agreed at this time, it would be a complete and undeniable sin of trespassing.

Regardless of the true attitude of Eternal Sleeping Mentor towards Roland, Roland was only the chosen man of Eternal Sleeping Mentor, not the designated Pope.

But Anvilia kept saying that she was "the incarnation of a mentor..."

Roland's mind flashed, and he finally realized what Anvilia meant.

"…I see."

He couldn't help but smile.

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

Talking to this old monster is tiring...

In theory, don't the old people hate the young people thinking about some messy tricks and showing off some ridiculous city palaces?

So, Anvilia should have passed the age of beating around the bush when she speaks...

So is it the difference between short-lived and long-lived species?

"I'll do it. My plan will tell you later."

Roland responded immediately: "In the days when the White Pagoda was broken, I needed a transmitter and a ** accommodation."

"No problem. As long as you need"

Anglia replied without hesitation.

But Roland's next request really stumped her—

"The official business is over, so the next thing is private business," Roland looked at Anvilia seriously, "Can you give me a nightmare?"

Roland suddenly wondered what the dream he had forgotten was about.

As the founder of Confused Witch, Anvilia is the one who has the most research on dreams. If you miss this village, you won't have this shop.

...but, even if he didn't remember any substantive content, Roland vaguely flashed a bad premonition in his heart. (To be continued.)

PS: Chapter 2 today…

The left thumb is still cramping...