For several days, Arthur's neck was sore and stiff because of the long time he looked up at the trees. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info As Witt ran up to the mayor and tried to persuade the townsfolk who were approaching with torches in hand, Arthur kneading the back of his neck, slowly glancing at the crowd and then back at the cedar tree, as if silently communicating with the spirit shadow hiding there.

"Please give Arthur some more time, just some more time!" Witt said as he tried to stop the crowd, looking back at Arthur, and seeing that Arthur was still motionless, he had to take a step back.

"Impossible! Now is the time to sow several precious herbs, and if you miss the time, the harvest will be halved next year! It also takes time to reclaim the wasteland, and you can't wait for a day! Do you say it!" The mayor of the town shouted, holding up torches to incite the people behind him, and for a while shouts such as "can't wait", "dodge", "this is our town, outsiders are not qualified to care" and so on, and everyone followed the mayor and forced Witt to approach step by step.

Arthur rubbed his neck, slowly got up, and took a step forward.

"Is this your choice? In case you don't know, I'm telling you, if this fir tree as a medium is gone, you'll disappear too. ”

The cedar trees stood upright, as if still, and not even the wind could blow a tremble.

"Think about it while I'm trying, if you can be resentful enough to become a spirit shadow, you should have hope. ”

Turning and taking a few steps, Arthur looked at the menacing townsfolk and drew his sword from its sheath, the tip of which was plunged into the ground.

Mayor Marew pushed Werther away and yelled at Arthur, "Hey boy, what do you mean by that!"

"What do you mean? ah, what do you mean......" Arthur scratched his face as if he was dazed, and then raised a wicked smile, "If you dare to come here, I will dare to cut it." ”

"You!" The mayor glared angrily, his shiny dark brown calfskin shoes trampling the ground out of the pit.

"I'm not qualified, and I don't care. Arthur said calmly, and the more he was calm, the more he angered the mayor, "It's just that I want to do it." ”

The mayor's nerves seemed to be cut and broken, he danced the torch vigorously, his two already round eyes stared like shiny glass beads, the eyeballs even bulged, his mouth opened wide, and he roared loudly: "Do you think I can't do it!?"

After speaking, the mayor gestured, and the crowd spontaneously flashed a path, and someone handed something from behind to pass to the mayor.

"Stinky boy, look what this is!"

Witt got closer, and saw at a glance that it was a barrel full of kerosene, and he hurriedly stood between Arthur and Mayor Town, with a serious warning on his face, and raised his voice, "Mayor Town, do you want to kill someone!?"

Arthur stepped forward, tried to push Witt away, and said, "Brother Witte, get out of the way, I'll see if he can really do it." ”

"Huh...... Hehe...... You know what, what is not at the cost of human life, the future of Toba...... The future of Doba...... A traveler with a weapon like you will not care where he dies, and no one will care, heh...... If you want to blame, blame your own stupidity!"

The moment the oil was spilled, Arthur pushed Werther away.

"Arthur!"

The pungent smell of fire oil filled his nose, his eyes were covered with oil, and when Arthur barely opened his eyes, he saw the torches flying over in the mayor's maniacal laughter, and before his hand was raised, there was a "boom" explosion, and his body was instantly hot.

"Why do you want to do this?"

At that moment, Arthur only thought of death, but he did not die, nor did he have pain, except for Yulenda, who for the first time he heard a sound that could only be described in terms of beauty, like a clear spring, pouring into his heart, soaking the dryness of the depths. He didn't smell the burning smell, but he smelled a faint scent of herbs, bitter but sweet, mixed with the smell of earthy moistened after the rain.

"Arthur!" Ignoring the townsfolk who poured fire oil on the fir trees and set them on fire, Witt's mind went blank, and he instinctively took off his coat to put out the fire, only to see the flaming figure raise his right hand and swing.

"Don't worry, Brother Vitter, I'm fine, there is power to protect me. Arthur turned around to see that the cedar tree had been completely ignited, and the flames were rapidly rising under the action of the fire oil, and soon the whole tree was submerged in the red flames, Arthur couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Ha, but I didn't do anything." ”

The crowd shouted for joy around the burning cedar trees, and the huge flames reflected on everyone's faces, and in the shouts one after another, the excitement was rendered mad. Through the flames, Arthur looked at the group, and thought that the cedar tree and the spirit shadow were worthless.

The sweet voice of the spring came again: "My strength...... Not enough...... The cedar tree can no longer be protected...... The cedar tree is about to ......"

"Well, no one can save this tree. ”

"You too...... Quick, find a way to put out the fire!"

"Can't hold on?"

"Hurry, hurry, before I'm gone!"

"Why do you want to save me?"

"I don't want anyone to die!"

"Stupid, weak, and kind, you guy, there's no help. ”

"Hurry up! I've ...... I can't support ...... anymore."

Arthur looked up at the cedar tree, which was unusually quiet even when it burned, in stark contrast to the cheering crowd. Under the thick black smoke, two lives are gradually disappearing.

"I didn't protect this cedar tree, not for a moment, and I was so embarrassed to say it so beautifully. ”

"Quick!"

"Hey, with enough strength, you can drive the flames out of me, right?"

"Eh, it should be...... OK...... But I've ......."

Burning hands slowly raised, as if to catch something falling from above, Arthur no longer looked at the dying cedar tree, but at the life that still had hope.

"I don't have any experience, but I can feel like that...... I am Arthur G. Montagu, and I hereby swear that I will give my life to make a covenant with you. ”

"Why the hell are you......?"

"Hurry up and save me, you don't want me to die, do you? ”

"But ......"

"Hey, hurry up, I can feel the heat!"

"I ......"

"Come here, fool!"

Bitter and sweet, with the smell of moist earth instantly covering his body, Arthur closed his eyes, he felt something enter his body, merge with the body, and use all his raw replicas, bone to bone, flesh and flesh, entangled nerves spread vertically and horizontally, outlining a complete human form between the separated blood flow, and his own life was also separated when the two human forms were separated.

"Arthur!" Werther used his hand to block the sudden burst of flames, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw the picture of Arthur holding a young girl tightly in his arms from the fading flames, "This, this is ......"

Arthur felt like he was dead once. The body seems to have become lighter, but the heart is very full, very steady, since he saw the black-haired spirit shadow as a child, the hole in his heart seems to be filled, and he feels reborn.