Alva inevitably slid down, but he grabbed a rattan with quick movements, and the fragile rattan gave him some cushion after all, so that he didn't fall so ugly - perhaps because the beech trees were corrupted, and the soil here was so loose and prone to collapse because of the random movement of the roots. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Alva was standing in a large pit, but no one knew what the place had been like.

Looking at the height around him - Alva narrowed his eyes, and was about to go up when he felt that the pit was not deep, but suddenly there was a sound of rustling sand and gravel scattered behind him, and he couldn't help but turn his head, and the sand and gravel at the lowest part of the pit slowly "swirled and flowed", and it seemed to want to "drag Alva" down again!

Alva frowned, and immediately began to look for a way to help him get out of the pit quickly—soon he was climbing to a high place with the help of a boulder embedded in the mound, but when he turned his head, he realized that it was not so simple.

The sand and gravel flowed not because of aggressiveness, a property unique to "life" in the danger zone of Iveliu in the Aesop forest - but because something floated - and it "surfaced" only when Alva had climbed to the top.

It was a silver-gray platform, with a metallic sheen that Alva thought was a lump of lead at first, and was so small that the two men could lie on it without touching each other, but what was more noticeable was the surface of the platform that appeared in front of Alva when the sand and gravel on the platform had flowed away.

Alva also noticed that the tiny pieces of sand and gravel fluttering beside the platform were trembling—the things around them were subconsciously avoiding the thing that was revealed.

A strange and ancient platform, the shape of a monstrous beast created a strange effect, and when Alva tried to make it carefully, the mouth of the giant beast suddenly opened again, and a heavy breath poured out of it, wafting around the vicinity - until the platform was opened, revealing a staircase that descended.

Alva stared at the platform for a moment, his eyes slowly widening, and those eyes shone with ecstasy - but out of natural suspicion, he did not rush up immediately, but took out a scroll, and when the scroll was unfolded, the spell that had been infused into it burst out like the wind!

It didn't matter what kind of spell it was, what mattered was that it was absorbed by the beast the moment it gushed out - the spell sank into its body, and everything was calm.

"Hah...... Hahahaha......" Alva was stunned, and then couldn't help laughing, he laughed tremblingly, and a tear seemed to slide down the corner of his eye.

Then there is a look of confidence and determination in his eyes, like some epic descriptions of the brave.

"They are fearless and believe they can capture the light."

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Fettnay slept in a daze, and suddenly felt awakened by a strange feeling.

She didn't dream, she didn't dream about what had been wrapped up in uneasy memories not long ago—not because of the dream, not because of what she thought before she went to bed.

Fitnair finally opened her eyes, she couldn't help but turn her head, glanced at the girl curled up at the foot of the bed, and then carefully stepped out of bed, and when she wanted to go out, because she noticed that the weather was a little cold - she didn't realize for a moment that this was a different world from the "outside", so she put on a cloak and went out.

Passing through the window, Fitney subconsciously looked up at the outside environment and was surprised to find a figure by the river.

That's Greid, and only he would be in a wheelchair.

Fitnair couldn't help but walk out.

"Huh? Lornay. Fitney didn't try to hide her voice, she walked around the lawn, so she made a rustling sound, and Grede turned his head slowly, and when he saw that it was Fitney, he spoke softly.

Fitney felt Grede's face in the moonlight, like the light of the moon, scattered with fine silver light, blurry dreams.

She suddenly didn't know what to say.

At this time, Grede was different from usual, he was usually like sunshine, but the warmth did not fit the temperament of his face - it should have been a cold and noble person, like a work of art that was admired by people, showing people his radiant light, but not easily perceived by people.

"How is Mr. Duke Wizdem doing?" Greid turned his face back.

Fitney's body stiffened, confirming that his hazy sleepiness was completely gone.

"You're a lot like him." Greid said slowly, his back to Fitney, but he knew all about her mood at the moment, "I owe a great debt to Mr. Duke Wizdem - but I may never be able to compensate him." ”

"Really? I've never heard my father say that. Fitnay no longer concealed it, and said in a tone intertwined with helplessness and blandness - this attitude was like when she was still a nobleman, and after she no longer concealed it, she was more noble and confident than her original self.

"Why did you leave the Kingdom of Lutheran? Is it ostracized like Follett? But I think if you're as smart as you, you won't end up like this. ”

Should Fitnair rejoice in this judgment, which seemed to elevate her? And should Follett be upset by this judgment that pushes him into a stupid position?

"I don't want to accept my fate." Fitney thought for a moment, walked over to Greid, and looked at the clear river as he did, "That's a very ridiculous thing for me, and therefore, I don't accept it." ”

"Ah...... 'unwilling to accept the fate of fate'?" Greider suddenly let out a sigh that Fitney didn't know what it meant, and then he stared into Fitney's eyes, and at this time the golden eyes had a majestic trace, "Have you ever thought about what kind of fate you should have?" ”

"No, sir, I have no hope for this world, and therefore I don't expect to have any choice worthy of my pursuit."

Fitnair does not believe in fate, but in choice, she believes that choice constitutes fate, they are not the same, that choice belongs to oneself, and that fate is like something manipulated by a goddess.

"What if you want to change the world that has disappointed you?" Greid said slowly.

"Mr. Greid, I admire you, you're like a lot of big people I've heard of, who make choices that are different from everyone else, who feel that they can change the people around them and make the world a better place," Fitney took a deep breath, "I don't have to do this, I've never been a great person. ”

"But I don't have a choice."