"Fire, blazing, warm, yearning, fire, new life, strength, fate is born, fire is hope, but also desire, born by fire, walking by fire, sacrificing fire and dying......"

"Charles, you're too close to the campfire!" the indifferent words interrupted the man's musings as he sat cross-legged in front of the campfire, and at the same time, a slightly gray palm pressed down on his arm that seemed to be about to reach into the flames. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The man known as Charles withdrew his arm, watched the velvet on his arm gradually drift away for a while, looked sideways, and saw a woman with ominous gray hair like ashes in a gray wide-sleeved robe in front of him, but found that there seemed to be a lot of things missing from his mind, and frowned and asked, "Are you?"

"Charles. The woman slowly knelt down beside Charles, her hands on her chest, and a ball of light stained with velvet appeared in her hand, and she murmured to send the ball of light to Charles's chest, "Born from fire, you will eventually die by fire, and the person who guards the fire is also the salary of fire......" She murmured an inexplicable aria, the dull and slow tone, accompanied by the light of the velvet flying in her hand, in the background of dusk, but it seemed a little sacred and desolate.

Listening to the familiar aria in his ears, Charles couldn't help but stretch out a longing, the kind of longing to take the campfire in front of him into his hand just now, he trembled his index finger slightly, and carefully touched the ball of light, it was an indescribable feeling, like the feeling of being filled with sunlight, as if those missing parts were slowly returning to his body.

"He who seeks fire, he who worships fire, he who thirsts for fire, he who yearns for fire, he who holds fire, he who fears fire......" As the lost parts of his body gradually returned, Charles began to unconsciously respond to the desolate aria, until all the tones returned to silence, and he looked directly at the woman in front of him, "Well, thank you." I was too close to the flames. I seemed to be trying to fence it off to keep those people from getting close to the campfire, but I didn't think of it. ”

"You're just chasing the flames," En shook her head, "you, me, and those sub-humans are all the same. She turned her head to look at the part of the fence that had been enclosed on one side, and the pale and withered humans who were prostrate or kneeling on the side of the fence, and stretched out her right hand towards the flames as they did, feeling the heat and warmth of the bonfire, and feeling the burning soul in the arm that was stretched into the campfire. ”

"But you know, this, that's, too. Charles pulled out En's right hand, which was stretched into the flames, and he couldn't think of a better word than "poison," but the word "poison" was like a great blasphemy, and he couldn't speak. He was silent for a moment, then pulled up Eun, who was kneeling beside him, and politely motioned like a knight for her to leave the campfire and go to the camp a little farther away, "Dusk is coming to pass, let's go back, the seekers should be back soon, I hope they will bring back useful information." ”

"Dusk and night are only illusions, Charles, you should know this, as the first newborn, you should not run away. Eun obediently walked in front of Charles, her chin whispering, her long gray hair and pale skin like a subhuman, which made Charles's heart rise with emotions that were different from the scorching flames.

"So, the newborn coward, does he need a sage to stop his cowardice?"

"No, my mission is just to guard the campfire. En paused, looking back at Charles, his dark eyes shining with brilliance, "Maybe you, Charles." The flame tells me that you will be extraordinary. With that, she turned around and continued to enjoy the camp, already muttering the aria in her mouth, "Fire, blazing, warm, yearning, fire, new life, strength, fate is born, fire is hope, but also desire, born by fire, walking by fire, dying by fire......"

"So, are we just flames scattered outside the flames, or are we just slaves for the flames to burn?" The countless repetitions of confusion filled Charles's soul again, the countless times he regarded it as a defilement of the soul, the countless times he sat in front of the campfire and questioned the rising flames, but each confusion only made him wake up with emptiness and awe in the aria of En's muttering......

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By the time Charles and En reached the camp, it was already dark, and the entire camp was only slightly reflected by the afterglow of the blazing campfire in the distance. At this time, the people in the camp did not pay any attention to the darkness that usually frightened them, because the brave men who had set out to a few fires in the distance seven dusk days ago had finally returned to the camp one after another before the fall of this dusk, and the accident did not happen, which meant that the seekers had brought news—news of fire!

"How's it going in the distance?" said Charles, sitting cross-legged in the crowd, with Eun, who stood behind him like a nun, whispering to the three people in front of him who were sitting quietly.

"......" His question silenced the crowd, and among the three seekers, one sat in the distance silently fiddling with the ornaments in his hand, one was bandaged and wanted to speak several times but looked at the seeker in the distance and stopped, and the last one was even more shrunken and didn't know what he was thinking, and the silence of the three people made the atmosphere more solemn.

Charles felt the uneasiness around him, and frowned slightly, this situation was not unexpected, but he instinctively wanted to avoid it like everyone else, he muttered for a moment and was about to speak, but the seeker who was most distant from the crowd spoke first: "The campfire in the southwest has been attacked, and the embers over there tell me that the attacker is a huge and majestic existence. As he spoke, he lowered his right arm that was supporting his head, and lifted his robe, and a series of deep patterns writhed strangely on his pale right arm and chest with a milky white light.

His actions suddenly made the already distant crowd around him stay away from him in fear, and from time to time there were whispers of complaints and curses from the crowd, "What? he devoured the embers? "Maybe it's the souls of the weak to fill their emptiness?", "Yes! Maybe he destroyed the bonfire!, after all, it's a second person!", "After all, the 'geist' is nothing more than a beast that robs wisdom." ”

"That's enough!" Charles's prestige in the camp and his fear of the geyers made the crowd work a little after all, and the crowd more or less retracted a little in his low drink, "Rondo, what do those spirits tell you is that?" he asked the seeker who was becoming more and more distant from the crowd.

"Gray wings, scales, massive heads, thunderous roars, and fear and surrender. The seeker shook his head, his indifferent tone and pale skin making him as inaccessible as a delicate and stereotypical puppet, "Those embers have long since been extinguished, I can't get anything more, and Charles! Rondo is just an awakened soul for me, and I'm just hired by you, just call me a geist." ”

"Rondo......" Charles couldn't bear it, he looked at the seeker who was still like a static puppet for a moment, and then turned to look at the other tall seeker, "And what about you, Gulda, what made you hurt like this?"

"Hehe, I've met a ......," the seeker known as Gulda, paused, glanced at the geist in another place, habitually touched the back of his head, and said in a rough voice with a somewhat cautious and ridiculous tone, "A sub-person who has probably awakened his wisdom, no! Rondo, I don't mean you, I mean...... That, hey, hey, hey. ”

"Enough of Gulda, to the point!" Charles watched as Gulda interrupted him helplessly, signaling him not to dwell on such irrelevant issues.

"Oh," Gulda looked at the geist again, and seeing that he was still standing there like a puppet, she turned to look at Charles and continued, "That guy has somehow become the leader of the fire, he was the only one in the entire camp when I met him, and he was very badly deformed, obviously devouring too many souls, so I fought with him, hehehe." ”

"Hmm~" Charles silently analyzed Gulda's words, and then asked, "Who made the first move?" and who won?"

"He's three Shire's tall, and if I don't make the first move, I won't have a chance. As for the result, it doesn't matter who wins or loses, right?"

"Gulda, you reckless, I knew I shouldn't have let you be a seeker!" Charles smiled wryly and shook his head, "I'll ask you first, you didn't try to ask about the camp? ”

"So?"

"So you broke into someone else's territory, fought the leader there for no reason, and came back wounded, squandering a rare opportunity to find a new camp. Charles smiled wryly again, he shook his head, "This is also my negligence, everyone calls you a reckless, and let you go alone." ”

Gulda didn't care about Charles's complaints, and let out a few rough laughs like "hey, hey, hey", "Charles, you're right, I'd better be a hunter, but I sometimes want to try, such as seekers, or blacksmiths or whatever, you know that my soul is one of the most powerful, and strong means more possibilities......"

"I only see powerful chatterbox. Listening to Gulda's chattering explanation, Charles complained in his heart, waved his hand to quiet down, and Gulda seemed to have long been accustomed to this way of interacting with him, quickly stopped his mouth, and looked at Charles with a bit of solemnity and seriousness on his face, he tilted his head as if listening to the holy word, and his tall figure made him look like a well-known "reckless".

Ignoring Gulda, who was still chattering on the other side, Charles opened his mouth and asked the last seeker, "What about you, Merlin, is there any danger to the south?"

The last seeker raised his head when he heard this, his face was covered with a heavy linen cloth for some reason, and his eyes seemed to be dancing with the light of fire, "I, I have made a great discovery. Charles, please forgive me, can you please come to me?" said him, bowing to Charles and raising his right hand, making a knightly salute with difficulty.

Charles looked at the right hand, his pupils suddenly narrowed into a spindle shape, he stepped forward, took Merlin's hand, and asked in a trembling voice, "Merlin, your hand?" It was a withered arm, like a subhuman who had completely lost the favor of fire, and it was shriveled, pale and even scorched, perhaps more scorching than those subhumans, Charles could not imagine what kind of ordeal it was to create such a miserable right hand, and he could not imagine what kind of terrifying existence could injure a wise and powerful seeker like this.

"That's the wound of the soul, maybe I can ......" Charles's chest behind him wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Merlin's dry voice, "Well, give up, I know better than you about healing the wounds of the soul, and my arm is not just a wound of the soul, or that my arm has ceased to exist since the moment it became like this, cut off from the soul level." Eun was helped closer to the fire by Charles, and Gulda finally closed her mouth and gave way with a worried look on her face, so that Merlin could have more space.

"What the hell is going on, tell me, I'll help you get revenge!" Gulda watched his once powerful companion gasp so weakly against the sleeper next to the fire, and finally couldn't restrain the anger in his heart, and broke the silence around him with a loud voice.

"Huh, Huh, Gulda, calm down. Merlin sat up a little straighter with his left hand, and struggled to hold the bright yellow flame with his right hand, "This is just an exchange, to be exact. He said as he grabbed a handful of sand in his left hand and thought about swaying the fire, the struggling and dancing flames shining on his uncertain face, "A worthwhile exchange that I recognize." The fire was extinguished, but the light before him grew brighter and brighter.

It was a flame, swaying in the wind, as if it would be extinguished at any moment, but now she was strong, in Merlin's hands, and the light, the warmth, and the unrivalled desire were now beating on Merlin's shriveled right hand.

"Fire!" the crowd became agitated, "Merlin's hand is fire!"

"Fire!ahh

"Fire, fiery, warm, yearning, fire, new life, strength, fate is born, fire is hope, but also desire, born by fire, walking after fire, sacrificing fire and dying......" The aria of unknown origin came from the mouth of the slender figure behind him, and gradually directed the restlessness and restlessness of the scattered crowd to other places, and the indescribable divine seemed to condense with the song to Merlin, to the dancing flame in his hand, "Then, Merlin the sage. Charles thought solemnly about the figure, thinking of the flame on one knee, his voice trembling, unease or anticipation, "Tell me, what kind of revelation will the flame you bring give?"