Rosen subconsciously extended his perception to the past, but found nothing, it seems that Claire, as an old immortal who has survived for more than a thousand years, has accumulated extremely strong strength. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Claire didn't say anything about Rosen's slightly rude behavior, she just strode silently, walked into the fog, and motioned for Rosen to follow.

Thinking that it had come to this point, even if the other party wanted to harm him, there was no need to use such troublesome means, so Rosen obediently followed and stepped into the door of the fog.

Then, in an instant, the world changed.

The first thing that catches your eye is a towering tree.

The knotted roots dug deep into the earth, and the moss and green grass dotted around it, forming a wide meadow, and the thick trunks of trees stood like towers on the earth, and Lawson saw that the trunk required at least twenty people to hug it, and he had only heard of such trees in legends.

Branches stretched out from the main trunk, and a huge canopy covered the ground, casting a deep shadow.

The trees plunge directly into the clouds, and the top of the trees is not visible, and the birds soar and chirp crisply.

With this tree as the center, the dense forest stretches out, with no end in sight, and in the green world, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, which does not look like the world that a queen of the dead should have.

"The World Tree Trasil, this is the realm of the laws built with it as its core. ”

As if to see Rosen's doubts, Claire explained.

"In legends, the World Tree Trasil existed in the world even before the goddess established the law, and is the foundation of the world, and it is also said that the water vapor evaporated from the World Tree is the entity of the dense fog that covers the world, in short, it is the same thing that exists in legends. ”

"Existence in legends?"

Hearing the meaning of Claire's words, Rosen asked.

"Yes, until today, no trace of the World Tree has been found in any corner of the world, so for the World Tree, it can only be called a legend. ”

Claire slowly walked towards the World Tree, followed by Lawson.

Stepping on the soft earth, Lawson felt the scent of nature around him, which he had not felt in a long time, and it was more pleasant than his own silent and lifeless law space and the gloomy ancient castle of the bloody end.

If it weren't for the fact that Rosen had become a skeleton and couldn't really feel the plants, then he would have chosen to lie here comfortably for the day.

Not long after walking, Rosen saw the destination of the trip.

It was a cottage at the base of a tree, based on a tangled root system with a few wooden planks to form a simple house, like an ordinary tree house.

Claire was hesitant when she saw the hut, but she quickly pushed open the wooden door.

When Lawson followed up, he realized that it wasn't as shabby as it might seem.

The living room is covered with a cozy carpet, a candle burns quietly on the wooden tabletop, and most of the room can be seen from the doorway, and the kitchen is still boiling hot water and steaming.

"Sit down, I'll go and get you the information you want first. ”

After beckoning Lawson to sit down, Claire climbed the stairs, leaving him alone in the living room.

Rosen looked around, the decoration of the room was quite rustic, but full of life, he couldn't imagine that it was an undead ghost, he could only think that it was arranged by Claire before her death.

Suddenly, a crisp sound came from the kitchen, and a ceramic teacup was floating leisurely and landed steadily in front of Rosen, and then the teapot and the kettle for boiling water also floated over.

From the jar, a handful of tea leaves flew into the teapot, and then it was filled with hot water, and the room was filled with a fresh fragrance, and the amber liquid poured into the teacup in front of Rosen.

However, Lawson did not enjoy the blessings of this tea, he could only taste the tea in a rational and analytical way by feeling the liquid in the cup slightly.

Claire also walked downstairs at this time.

In her arms were old dossiers, the antiquity of which could be felt just by looking at their appearance.

"These power-ups are automatic, so don't worry too much about them. ”

Claire waved her hand, and the teacup floated back to the kitchen, where she could see that some water had accumulated in the sink and was about to clean it.

Rosen saw Claire put the file on the table, and the quaint candlestick immediately flew up automatically, continuing to illuminate the room in mid-air not far away.

Turning his attention back to the table, Rosen realized something wonderful when he saw the words on the ancient book.

It wasn't any of the words Rosen knew, but for some reason, Rosen could clearly understand the meaning, but when he tried to write it down and reproduce it, he found that he couldn't do it at all.

"These words?"

"This is the language of the gods, the oldest of them, and the legend is that it is the language of the gods, capable of communicating with all living beings in the world, but only by gods. ”

Claire explained, with no change in her expression.

"Wait, that is to say, the writer of this scroll is ......"

Rosen suddenly felt that something in front of him was a little powerful.

Without answering Rosen, Claire simply pointed her finger at one of them.

"The content you want, it should be in this piece. ”

Following her slender, white fingers, Rosen quickly found the description.

"The Ancient Covenant. ”

He whispered the word in lingua franca, then read on.

It contains the text of an ancient covenant, which contains many vague parts, but as far as Rosen can read, this covenant is about a joint creation of the goddess to suppress chaos and maintain order, which stipulates the responsibilities and obligations of each race, and regulates various behaviors.

What worries Rosen is one of them.

"Any creature of order fights for the continuation of civilization, even if it sacrifices itself, it should pass on the fire of order. ”

"This is the oath that the Ashes keep. ”

Claire said, her voice a little soft.

"Ash is tormented by memories, and the Goddess has made a promise in this covenant that if Ash keeps his oath and wait until the day the gods return, she will free the Ashes, which is why we fight for it. ”

Rosen didn't respond, he didn't have much of a sense of belonging as ashes, and he couldn't understand the persistence involved.

"As for the ancient history and the account of the Holy One that you need, it is in this scroll. ”

Claire pushed aside the scroll with the ancient covenant written on it, opening another, slightly newer one.

Rosen saw the first sentence immediately.

- In the 165th year of the Crimson Moon Calendar, Saint Greysius, the Sword of the Blues, slew Inaris, the people of Chaos, in the Plains of the Stars.