Naria has a habit of having everyone sit neatly at the table when there are enough people, especially when there are elders, whether it's breakfast, lunch, or dinner. #

For the most part, it was also a treat for Ed, but not today.

After a sleepless night, he was bitter from the root of his tongue to the bottom of his heart, and he didn't know how to eat at all. His gaze lowered fell on the food on the plate, and his stomach felt like a stone sinking into it.

Ed was in a trance, Iss was silent, Akan was inexplicable, carefully looking at everyone's faces, not daring to chew loudly, Fenvi tried to sit at the table so that no one could notice his existence, even Alan looked like he was still sleepwalking for some reason.

Naria quickly gave up on using any topic to liven up the atmosphere - she wasn't good at it in the first place.

They quickly settled the gut-wrenching breakfast in silence. After Eren was the first to leave, Naria stood up, her eyebrows almost twisted together, and reached out to nod Is, and then to Ed.

"You," she said, "whatever the trouble is up to-day, fix it for me!"

Ed didn't lift his head, but fell a little heavily. When Isis got up to leave, he subconsciously followed, floating behind him like a wandering spirit, not knowing that his steps were getting slower and slower, until Is's figure had disappeared on the other side of the garden, and he stopped blankly.

He knew what he had to do. He should catch up and tell Iss everything that happened last night. Shared problems can make small conflicts between them trivial and easily resolved

But when he began to suspect that all their efforts had been, present, and even future were nothing but futile struggles, and when he suspected that he had struggled countless times, a deep despair and powerlessness wrapped around him like a spider's web, and he could not muster up the slightest spirit to do anything.

Not far away, a window was pushed open, and Alan poked his head out and hooked his finger at him.

Ed walked over slowly, and even the instinctive tension he had when facing Alan in the past few days was like a layer of cold and heavy water, and the whole person looked strangely calm.

However, Alan doesn't seem to notice this. The old man was so immersed in his own thoughts that he didn't speak for a moment, and Ed just waited quietly.

"I had a dream. "I dreamed that I was lying in Christesburg when my leg had just been broken, thinking about all the hell, thinking about my Naria, I shouldn't and can't leave her again." ”

Ed looked at him woodenly. He didn't understand why Eren was saying this to keep him away from Naria?—— he should probably stay away from everyone.

Then the half-elf Celebrian sat on the edge of the bed, looking at me without saying a word. ”

Ed shuddered, and suddenly came to his senses.

"He looked so clear and clear that it didn't feel like a dream. "I could even see the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes, but there were no wrinkles in the corners of his eyes at all. ”

The old man paused, his fingers unconsciously rubbing against the broken leg.

"I actually remember what happened back then," he said, "and I remember him saying to me, 'You're going to live well, Alan Carvo, and you'll live to be gray.'" But I looked at him in my dreams and I knew he wouldn't say that again. ”

He reached out and stroked his hair, smiling a little self-deprecatingly: "I said then that I would never believe him again, and now my hair is not only gray." ”

"I summoned his soul last night. ”

Ed blurted out.

He didn't know if Alan had noticed something, or if Celebryan had actually been stuck in his friend's dream last night, but when the name came out of Alan's mouth, it seemed as if something had torn through the restraints that had wrapped him and made him almost breathless.

Alan's pupils shrank slightly.

"Tell me all. He said.

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There's not much to say – their communication was extremely brief.

Alan's long silence turned into another kind of pressure. Ed pinched his fingers apprehensively, realizing in hindsight that he was reckless and arrogant.

He had hated and hated Jay Ilan's contempt and desecration of life and soul, but he himself seemed to be becoming like that little by little.

"Your spell," Alan asked, "is it summoning or controlling." ”

"Summon!" Ed replied eagerly, "if he doesn't want to, he doesn't have to respond!"

Although he had just reflected on it, he was not so bad as to be that bad.

Alan exhaled softly.

"Actually, I know," he murmured, "I know he's dead."

Ed didn't dare to speak.

"Scott once said that Anclam summoned Celebrian's soul in order to tell him something. Allen's tone gradually calmed down, "He was probably still under Ankland's control at that time"

"Scott won't allow it. Ed said.

Alan smiled.

"You know him well. He said, "Yes, Scott wouldn't allow his friend to be a prisoner of others, whether alive or dead, I was so angry that I didn't ask much." But he must have somehow freed Celebrion from his grip and since you can summon him, then, at least for now, he's free. ”

Before the more serious problems of the gods of hell and the chaotic flow of time, he was still more concerned about his friend—Ed couldn't help but feel a little jealous, especially when he felt that he had been ruthlessly abandoned by his friend.

Fortunately, at least Alan hasn't abandoned him yet.

"Let's talk about your problem again. The old man looked at him, "Neither the gods nor the time are too mysterious and complex matters for me, and it would be to say that I can empathize with your insecurities and fears—and I will not solve your doubts, but at least I am sure that I will not marry my daughter to someone who is ready to give up because 'it is likely to fail again.'" ”

Ed immediately stood up straight as if he had been whipped:

"I didn't!"

"And what the hell are you frustrated about?" Ellen interrupted him, "You look more like a ghost than Keller Brian, even if you've seen many endings? Do you remember any of them?"

Ed shook his head silently.

"Well, many of those endings never happened. Alan came to a simple and crude conclusion.

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