No. The elf replied, "I just, simply hate people like him." ”

Ed didn't expect to get such a frank answer, and was a little embarrassed for a while, instinctively trying to distinguish for Sean: "He's just not very good at talking......"

"No, he just doesn't feel like he needs to be 'able to talk'. The elf's voice lost its temperature, "especially when it comes to an alien like me." He clings to some self-righteous thoughts, never knows how to change, and claims to be righteous and selfless, feeling that whatever he does is beyond reproach, I ......"

He stopped abruptly before he could say something, and then repeated, "I hate people like that." ”

"He's a bit stubborn," Ed's voice lowered, but with more urgency, "but he's okay with me...... And a sage like Felicity, accept a paladin like Fili. If you would like to know him a little better......"

"I don't want to. Sackses ended the conversation very dryly.

Ed scratched his chin with his thumb and had to give up for now. He realized that the elves had probably encountered such a fellow, and the results were not pleasant...... But what can make him so disgusted until now will not be a general.

And they are clearly not familiar enough to talk about this.

With a slight hint of curiosity and regret, he turned to other things, such as the magical objects left behind by the gods, known as "artifacts...... And many other things.

Even after being trapped on White Rock Island for thousands of years, he was amazed by the breadth of his knowledge. That's not just because he can "see" the whole world, and even occasionally glimpse times when he doesn't exist in them, but because, in some ways, he's more like an elf – he understands the importance of learning, recording, accumulating, and sharing.

A dragon as different as Yanakgar never thought of recording everything he knew and thought. He always thought of where he was, and what he taught Saxis was a mixture of whims...... But his elven lover, Saxes's mother, had wanted to pass on his genius discoveries and creations.

However, those records were eventually destroyed by her own hands, along with herself...... At a time when she was betrayed by her relatives and people.

Many years after his death, after breaking free from his sorrow, anger, and hatred, Sackses did the same thing—record. At first it was just to pass the time, and then to give better guidance to the whisperers, for it is clear that human beings are becoming more and more accustomed to gaining knowledge from books.

Some of the scrolls can only be stored on White Rock Island, while others are secretly distributed throughout the continent under different names and forms, not only by Saxis, but also by many whisperers who come and go on the island. The Biblioteca Blandi holds most of the surviving collection, because the "incompetent" king who built the library at the time, his beloved but obscure wife, was also a whisperer.

The queen had built the library with a purpose, but in the end she hesitated, content to be its builder and protector. For a time, the library was the most frequented place by the Saxes, and he was often amazed by the whimsy of man. Until later...... He had to really "imprison" himself to White Rock Island.

Ed's eyes were full of adoration, when he learned that his favorite book, The Names of the Gods, was in fact the work of Saxis.

"I always thought that the book was mostly made up...... But is it all true?!" he asked excitedly, completely forgetting his status as a priest.

"The Names of the Gods" seems to be a serious discussion of the origin and evolution of the names of the gods - this part is indeed reasonable, but at the same time "quotes" many small stories, each of which is very wonderful, although the cited classics are marked very regularly, but those "classics", most of which are "lost", cannot be found at all, so that for this book, many people have made various forms and various angles of interpretation, arguing with each other.

However, those little stories that do not know the truth or falsehood have long been circulated, and they have been added to the vinegar in the past thousand years and become more and more exciting. In particular, the chaotic and complex relationship between the gods, the trivial things that cannot be shaken off by mortals in daily life, and the character that is not called "sacred" at all, is a bard...... and the favorite of most ordinary people, so much so that the clergy who originally hated it could only turn a blind eye in the end.

As an ordinary person who loves to listen to stories, even if he becomes a "sage", Ed doesn't really care if those stories are true or false. They had transformed the gods from the cold and majestic statues of the temple into flesh and blood, and Ed didn't think that was a bad thing.

"I think so too. Sackses laughed with extra ease and a little sly, "Actually, there are many stories that my father told me, and I don't know if they're true or not...... In my opinion, a 'story' is good enough, and different people can naturally get different things from it. ”

Ed nodded vigorously: "I have a friend, Borena, who is a king, but his hobby is to write all kinds of strange scripts...... You must be able to talk about it!"

Needless to say, there are deliberately fabricated stories, some irony, some ridicule, but there is not much malice - because there is also love and tolerance, courage and glory in them.

The creators of the story, whether it be Janakga or Sacthis, at least did not see the gods as enemies...... It felt more like familiar neighbors, but they didn't like each other.

They talked about these topics that had little to do with heavy burdens such as "the danger of world destruction", and the long journey seemed to become less tiring, and even the lifeless world became less cold and lonely. It wasn't until his mouth was dry and he had no water to drink that Ed was surprised to realize that he was still a little ...... Hungry?

"It's a real world. "And you really exist here." ”

This time, it was not a "trial of the soul".

Ed was silent.

He looked up at the tower, which was still out of reach. From time to time, the glimmer of light on the tower would flicker as he remembered, long and short, as if the light from the lighthouse was not only a guide, but also seemed to have some special meaning. It was where they had to go, but if they couldn't get there soon, he couldn't cast a spell to make food for himself...... Will they starve to death here?!

Sackses chuckled softly and placed Trine's Rose in his hand.

"The earth gives birth to all things. He said, "She won't let you starve to death on the road." ”

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