Chapter 1940: Fred Alexander
Why use wooden coffins?
Pure gold and mythril, or even jade gold, which is not more gorgeous and luxurious than a wooden coffin?
Or is the price of this wood more expensive?
Cautiously approaching the coffin, cautiously ascending the Mithril platform, standing in front of the coffin, quietly looking at the coffin that could be touched, but refusing to reach out to touch it.
My heart was confused, I was entangled.
The voice of the big sword sounded in my head: "What are you still doing in a daze?" Open the lid of the coffin. β
I hesitated, "Will opening the coffin like this trigger a trap?" I always felt that there was something wrong with this wooden coffin. β
"There are indeed magic fluctuations inside this coffin," Daita Dao said.
"Look, I'm glad I'm cautious ......"
"But this kind of magic fluctuation is not a trap," Tai Tai Dao said slowly, "If my perception is correct, it is more inclined to a memory magic fluctuation. β
"Memory Magic Fluctuations...... Is it like Queen Fered Ophelia? β
"No," the Archabe denied, "It's a magic fluctuation like Fred Rupert, a memory magic with the ability to think for itself." β
"Fred Rupert, that guy is very unfriendly!" I said with palpitations: "I wonder if this guy will be like him, brutal and indiscriminate...... By the way, can you tell if there are evil thoughts in this wave of memory magic? β
"Are you kidding?" Da Taidao said in a mocking idiot tone: "I am a knife, not a god, don't use the knife, okay?" β
Faced with the two options of either opening the coffin or leaving, I trembled and chose the former.
The moment the lid of the coffin was opened, a golden halo rose up and condensed into a rather handsome man at an extremely fast speed.
Starry eyes, sword eyebrows, high nose and thin lips, sharp edges and corners, dignified appearance, a pair of pointed ears leaning back, close to the meticulous white hair in a natural way.
Yes, he also has a full head of gray hair, the same color as me.
The person who was shrouded in golden light, no matter from which angle I looked at it, I couldn't feel a trace of anger, on the contrary, I even faintly felt that what he fed back to me was an indescribable sense of sacredness.
This person...... Perhaps it would be better to call him a memory, and he looked around, finally fixing his gaze on my face, and just like that, he quietly met me for a few seconds, and suddenly, a beautiful smile that changed the color of heaven and earth.
After a moment of distraction, I suddenly woke up, slapped myself hard, and secretly scolded myself for being stupid, how could I slip away at such a juncture?
But how can I always maintain my normal heart in the face of such a beautiful smile?
Just as I was secretly reproaching myself, a pleasant voice suddenly came into my ears: "Hello, my name is Fred Alexander, little one, what's your name?" β
"Huh? Yes...... I, my name is An Xiaoyi. β
"It turned out to be An Xiaoyi, fortunately, fortunately" He subconsciously stretched out his hand, but suddenly found that his hand was just a glowing shadow, so he smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry, I can't shake hands with you, as you can see, now I am just a memory magic, except for being able to communicate and talk to you, I can't do anything else." β
"It's good to be able to communicate," I said, "after all, you're thousands of years old!" β
"Has it been thousands of years?" His words were full of emotion, but not a little surprised: "I really want to see what the world will be like in this thousand years." β
"You're just memory magic, even if you see it, what?" I hit him unabashedly: "You can't change the pattern of this world in the slightest, you can't even touch a grain of dust or a grass." β
Fred Alexander was not angry at my rudeness, he just looked at me quietly, and after a while, he spoke: "Can you please tell me what the current world is like?" β
I pursed my lips and said disdainfully, "You're really not giving up." β
After a slight hesitation, I continued: "Okay, let's take it as an atonement for my trespassing into the tomb without permission, the current Zephyr Continent is divided into Eri City led by the Carter family, Yorkham City led by the Simmons family, Dasai City led by the Fergus family, and Vicky Castle led by goblins and dwarves, and Moonlight City led by the elves and goblins. Cuika, the current Elven Empress, and her granddaughter named Fred Remy...... It's my fiancΓ©e. β
When Fred Alexander heard this, there was not the slightest joy or anger in his expression, he just sighed slightly, and said: "The way of the world, the prosperity of the extreme, the decline, the decline of the extreme, the last race left over from the ancients, will inevitably be buried by the fate of the years. β
I was thinking about what words to use to comfort him, but Alexander smiled and said, "But fortunately you can wake me up at this time, let me know that my people are still alive, little one, thank you." β
Feeling the most sincere smile from him, I suddenly felt in a trance, is this person really as brutal as described in the relief?
The so-called face is born from the heart, if what is described on the relief is true, he should not be so gentle, and even if he is disguised, the cruel and ferocious anger cannot be concealed, but the person in front of him ...... Why did he smile so sincerely?
"Do you have any doubts?" Alexander looked at me with pure eyes and said gently: "If you have any questions, you can tell me, if this question is within the scope of my knowledge, I can answer it for you without any compensation." β
β...... I want to know who you are," I got straight to the point.
"Oh?" Alexander was a little confused.
I explained: "The impression you gave me was different from the one depicted in the relief outside, you did not look like a tyrant who was murderous and tyrannical, and the first impression you gave me was more like that of a virtuous and benevolent monarch." β
After a few seconds of silence, Alexander asked, "Is this important?" β
"Yes," I said, "it's important to me." β
He nodded, dragged his chin with his fingers, thought quietly for a while, and said slowly: "Actually, what you think is not wrong, and what is depicted on the relief is not wrong, and those reliefs are carved by me to the craftsmen according to the real history, I don't want thousands of years later, my descendants, only remember my glory, and forget my conquest, I hope that every viewer who reads my life understands one thing, war, is cruel and bloody, and the establishment of a country will have countless floating corpses and bones to become its cornerstone." β
(End of chapter)