Reginard woke up. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It's like a drowning person who finally surfaced on a near-death note.

He sat up and looked around, and it looked like he had arrived at his destination.

He lay alone on the sampan, the boat tied to a dark boulder on the shore, gently swayed by the current.

The boatman in the black cloak has long since disappeared.

Was it a dream? Or is it illusion?

Maybe it's illusions, many of which project the inner fears of the caster. Just as he saw it. He hadn't seen Ivanie since his farewell to the Grey Order, though he did write letters, and would write them whenever he could communicate with them.

This was the agreement that Ivanie made with him before leaving.

But when the letters arrived in Noxus, they were not heard from. While Black Rose is an absolutely illegal organization in Noxus, it also has a point of contact on the ground, at least the tavern that both he and Ivanie both know.

There is no reason why you can't receive it. Ivanie feared that he was traveling around the world and didn't know where to send it, but he spent a few months in Demacia before he set out, and his letters went unanswered.

Is Ivanie dead?

It's a frightening guess. She is the only childhood playmate, and she is the only one who is willing to listen to his dreams and can see his intentions from his strange behavior.

That's why I have that kind of illusion.

He came to this conclusion because he was afraid that what he was seeing was true.

The wind blew over the wilderness, bringing the subtle sound to his ears. It was a rustling sound, and Reginard followed the sound, a gray world, and at the same time beneath his feet was a barren soil, from which no breath of life flowed out, as if the land itself was a dead thing, and would not give birth to life.

But there are trees growing in the distance, and their trunks are all black, like walls made of black iron, which serve as a circle around the edge of the land. He saw a fence of blackened wooden strips enclosing the area, like a boundary line that had been drawn for some purpose.

This is a cemetery, the handwriting on the tombstone has long been blurred, and the arc of the grave bag bulges behind the tombstone, some of which are empty, as if they have long been excavated, leaving only the soil that has been turned over. The sound he heard was probably coming from here, rustling, rustling, and he heard the sound of a shovel breaking through the earth, piercing deep into the earth, and then lifting the dust high.

The man had his back to him, and seemed to be a grave robber digging up someone's grave, but with a slender body, he shoveled through the hidden earth and stones, and his dark green hair hung down from his skin, as if it had become wet from too much moisture.

"Hello."

The man turned slowly, his appearance startling Reginald.

The iron-blue skin stretched out the twisted veins of the Dao shape, and the long hair hung on his head like dark green aquatic plants. Between the wet hair, a pair of lit yellow eyes are like two lonely lamps in a tomb.

It is a stitched monster with huge stitches appearing where the pieces of flesh are spliced together and reinforced with a layer of leather sheets. The giant shovel in his hand exuded a chill, and the hideous shovel head was like the head of a horned ghost, sticking out a pair of curved horns, and the cold in the metal seemed to corrode people's hearts.

Noxus and its "mind" Zaun, the two countries have always been the protectors of dark magicians and mad scientists, and there are countless techniques for body modification and the skill of using corpses, but Reginald has never seen such a monster - he has neither a frenzy for death nor the emptiness of the resurrection of the dead, but it feels as if death itself is coming.

Ghosts appeared around him, almost ethereal spirits, their horrible long nails glowing with a terrible cold light.

"Here you go...... Do what? He said in a hoarse voice.

"I'm a magician passing through here." Reginard sorted out his emotions and replied, "I'm looking for ...... The path to tranquility and peace. ”

The man turned, and the ghost that had just appeared disappeared as he continued to shovel the dirt on the tomb. "Only here...... There is real tranquility. ”

"How?"

"Magic...... Magic tore through space. We are all cursed. There is no war...... There is no fighting...... "shovel pierces the land," this is the land of the dead. The wars of the Magic Lord's Age have turned this place into this. Over here...... is stationary. ”

Reginad looked at the coffin exposed in the grave, the body peeking out of the dirt, the same as he had seen in the illusion, at the bottom of the sea, undecomposed, intact corpse, like a man sleeping peacefully.

"Here......" He couldn't help but pull out his pocket watch, trying to confirm his point, and sure enough, the hands had stopped, unmoved by magic. Don't have time? ”

"Time is only the shackles of the living." He said that the coffin, with the lid ajar open, was completely exposed, and then he stopped what he was doing, and walked over to the dead black earth that was piled up into the hill beside him, and the shovel pierced in, and filled it back with shovel after shovel, and with each shovel of earth, he said a few words, "Tranquility, not the thing of the living." There are only illusory ...... The Land of the Dead...... That's what happened. Desire...... War...... They are all shackles to the living. ”

"Don't have time here? Nor do you have desires? So you, why, why are you doing what you are doing? ”

"I don't know...... I've been doing this all the time...... There is no reason. His body paused, then began to resume its monotonous movements. Reginard couldn't help but think of the boatman holding the boatman.

"It's a curse." He said suddenly, swinging the shovel faster. "Everybody...... There is a curse for every dead person here. You too. He looked up at Reginald with a twinkle in his eyes.

"My curse? Do you mean finding tranquility and peace? ”

He shook his head, staggered to another tomb, and his shovel stabbed into the earth. "No, I mean...... Your eyes ......"

"Why? I will use it to change the world. ”

"It'...... It shows you your future, and you're just like us...... There is no future, no more mystery, no more hope......"

"I will help you lift the curse, and I will not obey the curse of fate." "I think I've found what I'm looking for here." If my dream comes true, I'll find a way to lift your eternal curse, but ...... Maybe you have to give up eternal life to lift it. ”

The gravedigger nodded, "You should go back." ”

"Go back?"

"This is not for the living."

"But......" But he didn't feel any discomfort.

"You are not the living now, but you are not the dead." The gravedigger excavated another coffin from the earth. "You are a geist at the end of the world......"

His voice grew farther and farther away.

Reginard woke up.

As he sat up, he found himself on a sampan, with no islands around, a small stretch of black, clearly visible sea beside the boat, and beyond, hidden in the billowing sea fog.

"It's time to go back." The boatman's voice drifted gloomily from under his hat, and he propped up the boat, and the ship began to move silently.

"I ...... See ......"

"Phantoms in the water? It is the gate to the kingdom of the dead. ”

"Is it a phantom?" The stone in my heart fell to the ground. "Then why did you stop me from touching the water? No...... No, that's supposed to be an illusion, part of it. ”

"No, that's true. Your boat fare is very generous, and it is my meager return gift. "If you are afraid of death, even if you open the door, you will die halfway to the land of the dead—because of fear, the fear of dying about death." When I stop you, if you're really afraid of death, it's still too late, but then you'll never get to the Shadow Isle. I saw you struggling, but soon and quietly pushed open the door of the dead. ”

Reginard nodded.

On the way back, the atmosphere became much more relaxed, and the gloomy boatman actually began to speak, and it was a long time since anyone alive had come to the Shadow Isle, as if he had not had anyone to talk to for a long time, and he would feel lonely.

"What did you see then?" The boatman let out an eerie laugh. "Those phantoms can reflect people's hearts, and they are very deceiving. You were willing to die at that time. ”

Reginard sat in the bow of the boat with his eyes closed, and did not answer him.