Happiness is wasted time. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Life is just a series of isolated moments, and by memories and fantasies, many meanings emerge and then disappear and disappear and then resurface.

The rain was falling, the clouds were like smoke, smeared casually outside the car windows, the wipers hung over the glass, making a dull noise, the straight road, the oncoming truck, like the background of some abstract movie. It was very dark, I didn't want to listen to music, I didn't want to listen to the radio, and the journey was wasted.

The earth undulates and rises along the four-lane road, first up to the top of the hill and then downhill, and the trees on both sides of the road are strange shadows in the oil paintings, and each undulation seems to be a bad omen.

The rain was heavier, the outline of the city became blurred, and the blurred world without boundaries made it impossible to remember what was familiar in memory anyway. The clouds shifted, and the rain soaked everything.

The best part of our memory is preserved in our outer world, in the humid air on a rainy day, in the smell of claustrophobic space, in the smell of a fireplace, that is to say, in every place, what our reason has dismissed as useless is rediscovered. It is the last reserve of the past years, the essence of it, and after our tears have dried up, we have shed tears again.

One or two jackdaws stood far away on the wires, the wooden poles were also black like charred thin corpses, and an SUV broke down on the road, the flashing red taillights were like monster eyes, and greed was hidden in the blood red.

The road seems to be endless, the silhouette of the city seen from the hills disappears due to the topography, and when turning the corner, a pickup truck rushes over, and the tail lights of the pickup truck leave a red warning trail in the rain.

In desperation, turning this corner, in an instant, matchbox-like apartment buildings filled the field of vision. The tall domed chapel was an outlier in a matchbox, and the minaret on the dome, obscured by a curtain of rain, seemed to dissolve in the humid air. The once homologous believers, like this building, are divided into sharp Gothic and domed arched Islamic architecture.

In the pouring rain, the streets were almost deserted, and occasionally one or two in raincoats were in a hurry, disdainful of the flamboyantly dressed mannequins in the windows. Although the rain made the day like night, before the time came, none of the street lamps were turned on, and the steel street lamps were bent at 90 degrees at the top, so it is no wonder that the SS liked to use the street lamps as gallows.

In vain we return to the places we once loved, and we must never revisit them, because they are not in space, but in time, because the person who revisits the old place is no longer the child or boy who once decorated the place with his passion.

The wind and clouds entangled in the sky, and when you entered the city, it became the sky in a blur. In some places, the clouds are thicker, as if looking at the sky from the murky bottom of the sea, and in other places, the clouds are thinner, and the light is a little dazzling.

The low toll booth passed slowly, and an obese toll collector took the money from the driver's hand with a blank face, and then let it go, the yellow warning lights were weakly hidden behind the barbed wire, and the dark clouds of terrorist attacks never dissipated from the sky over the city.

The heavily armed policeman walked back and forth in the rain, and the rain made his face pale, which reminded Don of Count Dracula's complexion. Monotonous wipers make a dull hum, and fat toll collectors talk to Don in Turkish.

After giving enough lira, Don's beauty caused the fat middle-aged woman to smile at him. Don smiled back as well, only with a cold smile without any emotion.

After the toll booth, a cable-stayed bridge, the strong steel cable tightly pulled the bridge on both sides, the steel cable to the sky, and in the distance over the mosque with the round tower, in the gray rain curtain, hazy dissolve.

A raven flew by in the rain. Tang looked at it carefully, trying to make sure he knew the raven. Sure enough, nothing was found.

The so-called knowledge can only be said of self-awareness. We can almost say that jealousy is only envy of ourselves, that the actions of others are insignificant, and that it is only from the pleasure we feel that wisdom and pain can be extracted.

The roads became congested. On the left is the train track, and the cable that drives the train is attached to the gallows of street lights. A group of peasants on the right are driving a few horses to the market in the rain.

A luxurious sports car overtook at a high speed, swimming swiftly through the sea like a big blue marlin. The splash made the rain even heavier.

The rain was heavier. Ravens hovered over the mosque, trying to find shelter from the rain. Like a school of panicked fish in the sea.

The windshield wipers didn't have time to carry away the pouring rain, and the dull hum became the distant wail of the behemoth of the sea. Don remembers those things. The rain continued to rain and did not stop until night, and the dim street lamps were like the eyes of a cyclops. The car still didn't stop. Don didn't want to stop. The wasted time is Tang's greatest happiness. Only those who are eternal can be so calm.

The Ottoman Empire, one of the largest empires in the world. In the end, like the Tang Empire, it died. Don likes this country, and always sees some familiar shadows in his twilight appearance. Any country in the world will disappear, the former Tang, the sun never sets, the Soviet Republic, all disappear, and the country is like one passer-by after another, on this planet, rising, strong, and then collapsing.

The only real paradise is the paradise that people lose.

The Ottoman Empire, which had lost its nine-tiered territory, was now nothing more than a small second-rate country in the world. But this does not affect those who are illusory.

For example, the relationship with Don is very familiar with the beard.

After a brief gathering of the ghost ship Titanic, a dozen of the strongest people on the planet made their decision. They have almost all lived a long time, and there is no room for improvement in their strength for a long time. Although they are almost eternal relative to ordinary people. But now the earth is like a cage, and there is no way for them to make any breakthroughs.

They can't go back in time, not even the strongest wizards, they can't foresee the future, except for those vague prophecies. They can't roam space, and until now, the Earth has been like an island in the universe. This makes these demigods, who have lived a long life, unbearable.

Everyone wants to take a crucial step and become a truly eternal being.

But since the last demon god fell asleep, no wizard has taken the last step. There seems to be something missing in the starry sky, so that no matter how hard these demigods try, they can't reach eternity.

There is only one chance, and it will only be reserved for the strongest, most cunning and cruel one.

After wandering around the city for six or seven hours, Don stopped in front of a restaurant. The torrential rain has no intention of stopping, and if it weren't for a city like Istanbul, these international fast-food chains would probably have closed their doors.

Pushing the door in, there were only two diners sitting in two corners, one of whom seemed to be asleep on the table, and the other was looking at his phone, hearing the door open, and looking back.

The lights were bright, and Don couldn't help but squint. The waiter is also a little surprised that there are customers coming to the door in the middle of the night in such a ghost weather. Tang carefully selected one of several packages, paid the bill in lira, and then sat down.

Chicken steak and ice-cold drink, salad and some bread. It seems to be eaten in every corner of the world.

The waiter ducked back into the back kitchen, and the restaurant fell back into silence. Until after midnight. In the midst of the wind and rain, another customer came to the door.

"Don, this ghost weather, you actually made an appointment to meet here. I'm getting more and more confused about your taste for truth. "The emir was dressed in a crisp white suit, and the rainstorm outside did not seem to have had any effect on him. Not even a strand of his hair got wet.

"Isn't this place good? it's quiet, and there's something to eat. Don put the salad and bread together and ate it slowly. The waiter, who was awakened by the electronic doorbell, saw Emir, but Emir apparently had no idea of eating fried chicken.

The emir sat directly across from Don. "If you want to eat, you can't eat anything in my place. You have to eat these things. Emir glanced at the bread in Don's hand and said with some contempt.

With the emir's power and wealth, he could eat whatever he wanted at any time of the day, and it was guaranteed to be fresh. Of course, Don can do it completely. But the two demigods sat silently opposite each other in this fast-food restaurant that smelled of chips and fried chicken, eating the most ordinary fried chicken salad.

"Do you think we have hope?" Emir couldn't help but ask when he saw Tang's calm appearance.

"What is hopeful?"

"That's it. The matter of opening the seal in the Black Lagoon at Hogwarts. ”

"The seal will definitely be opened. Isn't that energy already leaking out now? With a little bit of strength, you can get into it. ”

"Shall we strike early?"

Tang took a sip of a cold drink, in fact, in this weather, it was still the middle of the night, and it was not hot at all. It just feels stuffy. "Do you feel that power? Emir, what do you think it is? is it our clue to the last step?",

Emile looked at Don and tried to discern the answer from Don, but Don didn't have any expression on his face, and all his attention seemed to be on the bread salad in front of him.

"It's special, that kind of power. Isn't it? a power that we've never seen before. Maybe it's really the key as they say. Emir thought for a moment and said.

"Emir, you are deceiving yourself. There's a crazy will in that power that you can't feel that you can't feel. ”

"Of course, Don, but in order to succeed, that wizard doesn't need to be crazy? Even you and I have experienced madness. ”

Don didn't retort, "My concern is that it's a trap. ”

"What trap, I don't understand? The old saying of the Far East says: Wealth is obtained from danger. Are you afraid to take risks? ”

"Emir, we are not rich men. The rules of our game are different from those of mortals. Their failure is, at best, a tragedy of their own. And if we fail, it could be the end of the world. ”

"Don, when did you start to become a savior? Even the so-called Holy Grail bloodline didn't have such thoughts. ”

"No, Emir, I know you are desperate to prove your need again. It is true that Babylon is not much misunderstood by the world, and has even been made a forsaken place by God. But we need to be more careful. We can't afford to make any mistakes. ”

"Well, Babylon is not a God-forsaken place, she doesn't need God at all. That kid from a remote village doesn't deserve to be compared to my ancestors. The emir whispered.

"Well, anyway, let's get ready for now. Yajia should be here tomorrow. When the time comes, we will travel to the UK together. Go to the field and see before you decide. ”

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The Far East, the East China Sea.

The Aurors reached the top of the volcano. The dense foliage of the palm trees blocks out the midday sun. The extinct crater is overgrown with green shrubs, and it is no longer clear what the crater looks like. But according to the previous discoveries of the Suzaku School of Magic, at the bottom of this crater, there is an entrance that leads to a strange place.

Chanai and Charlie were the first to go down. They had explored the place before. The crater's magic pattern forbade apparition and portkeys, and the group had to walk down. Following a stone path, the group soon reached the bottom of the volcano.

The dark red rock was covered in magic patterns, which were still very clear, as if they had been carved not long ago.

Captain Auror took out his wand and cast a spell on the spells according to the method provided by the Suzaku School of Magic. There was a rumbling sound underground, and it seemed that some huge monster had woken up.

"Is there a lot of space down there? It sounds like the whole mountain is empty. Charlie said.

"I heard that it is a huge ruin, and the area is larger than you can imagine. Captain Auror said.

The magic patterns lit up one after another, and a huge door of light appeared in front of everyone. Captain Auror casts an armor spell on himself and is the first to enter. The Aurors took care of their own protection and entered it one after another. After all the Aurors entered, the Light Gate was gone.

The surrounding bushes blurred, and two wizards dressed in strange red and black wizard robes with pointed wizard hats appeared in place.

"Kojima-kun, it seems that this is it. Those wizards of Suzaku are despicable. It's obviously the territory of our Fuso country, so they have to count it as theirs. ”

"Ampere-kun, don't be angry. It's not useful at all. Let's hurry back and report the news to the elders. Let the elders make a quick decision. I think these ruins and magic patterns are very complicated, and I am afraid that the place of protection hides a great secret. If we don't fight for it this time, I am afraid that the luck of our Fuso country will decline even more in the future. ”

"You're right, Kojima-kun. Let's go back now. ”