Warm. Aromatic.

It's like being in a dream.

The warm morning light, the earthy breeze, the strangely shaped but unexpectedly elegant flowers, and the back of the girl in the middle of the flower field.

The sight is reminiscent of a sweet fairy tale.

Ordinary, but enough to move people's hearts.

Claudia's eyes widened.

There was a twinkle in her eyes.

This is completely different from the heart of the White Tower in her mind.

There were no intricate runes that covered the walls, and there were no strange and unclear items that often appeared in the outer ring of the White Tower.

Everything is as beautiful as the countryside of Carral. That's a sight to behold about the beauty of being able to meet a goblin.

—but when Claudia calmed down a little, she felt a creepy feeling.

No, it's not.

Although Caral is known for the beauty of the countryside and the kind of beautiful scenery where goblins hide, it is only the beauty of the world.

But here it is different.

There is nothing wrong with the scene. Just standing on the grass and soaking up the sun gives you a sense of peace that you want to stand here forever.

That's not even an illusion.

Claudia watched as Robert and Ann Jos fell asleep, unable to muster up the energy to wake them up.

It felt like I had just woken up in the morning.

The body didn't want to move at all, and even the mind fell into endless sluggishness.

It's as if everything has stood still forever.

If you could describe it in one word......

"That's eternity."

Roland stared directly at the girl with her back to her, and the silver-gray in her pupils slowly flowed like mercury.

"Isolated Ideal Village", "Eternal Dreamland" – whatever the name refers to the same thing.

This myth has been circulating in Titan for a long time, and no one knows that its main body is actually the first tower of the White Tower.

No—if it's more accurate. The essence of this myth should be Anvilia.

As long as she is around, everything around her will involuntarily stand still.

That's not the same as Scott's sluggishness. It's a more advanced concept than him.

in the player. There is even such a legend.

Legend has it that while Anville was sleeping, a villager accidentally saw Anville inside the crystal coffin. Suddenly shocked, Anvilia regarded her as a goddess, and looked at her with a distraction.

When he came back to his senses, he realized that his gaze was so disrespectful, he was shocked for a while, and knocked his head nine times in a row, before he reluctantly walked home.

But when he got home, he found that twenty years had passed. His son was already older than he was.

…… Of course, this legend Roland does not believe.

There's a bug in this legend that can't be ignored - that is, Scott has a big heart. can make a mortal rude look at the person he likes for more than twenty years without beating him to death......

But despite this, this legend also shows how far Anvilia's power can go.

Her eternity is not only reflected in the impact on her surroundings, but also in herself.

As a noble race of High Elves with silver blood flowing through them, when Anville's Awakening Origin at the age of one hundred and fifty, her appearance was only about seventeen years old for humans.

And since then, her body has been fixed at the age of seventeen.

From Roland's angle, you can only see a silhouette, but it is enough to see her beauty.

In terms of appearance, she was not much different from Claudia. But that elven elegance. and the stability and mystery accumulated over more than a thousand years, but it added a lot of points to her.

Her pupils were amber gold.

The long glazed golden hair that looked like a waterfall was about three meters long. And from the position of the neck, it was beaten into a lot of thin braids, which naturally scattered on the ground and then spread out in all directions.

In the morning light, it is not dazzling, but almost shining.

It seemed to feel Roland's gaze. She turned her head and looked at Roland with a smile.

Unexpectedly, Roland calmed down instead.

- Probably too delicate.

That's not the beauty that humans can bear.

Time is the most amazing thing in this world. The human flesh grows old with the passage of time. But the soul is soaked in the flowing water of time, becoming deeper and wiser.

In the eternal land of Anvilia. She has spent more than a thousand years.

So her mind became deeper.

"Mentor elect, please be seated."

A pleasant voice came from Anvilia's mouth, which was like singing even though it was talking, and there was an unconcealable sense of sacredness in it.

That's what Roland said before, there is no soft voice of holiness in battle.

At this time, behind Roland was the most ordinary grass.

But as Anvilia's words came out, Roland sat down without the slightest hesitation.

Claudia almost screamed.

But she could only watch from the sidelines at the moment, but she couldn't say a word.

It wasn't like sitting on the grass, it was like sitting on a stool.

Just before Roland was about to slump on the ground, a simple stool surrounded by wool appeared under Roland without warning.

Anvilia swore - there was no trace of the flow of laws in that moment, and there was no imprint of divine magic.

It's as if a chair really appeared out of nowhere.

And Roland knew that it was Anvilia's imagination. She thinks that Roland needs a stool to sit on, so Roland will naturally wait for a stool.

Here, inside the First Tower, Anvilia is even more powerful than the gods.

At least the gods can't make something out of nothing.

And to create something out of nothing - that is the biggest reason that shakes the rule of the gods.

"Princess Anvilia," Roland's tone was respectful and flat, "I can't afford it. ”

"No, no, no," Anvilia quickly stood up, waved Scott back, and walked over to help Roland up with his own hands, "In front of me, how can you claim to be below?" ”

"You are the eldest princess of the High Elves and the founder of the White Tower......"

"Say no more!"

Anviglia interrupted Roland in a loud voice: "Your Excellency, you are the embodiment of the Mentor—"

“……”

Roland was silent.

Roland is not the Pope. He's just the electorate.

At this time, if Roland responds, it will be a complete and irrefutable crime of transgression.

Regardless of the true attitude of the Sleeping Tutor towards Roland, Roland is only the chosen person of the Sleeping Tutor, not the appointed pope.

But Anvilia keeps saying that she is "the embodiment of the guru......

A flash of inspiration flashed in Roland's mind, and he finally sensed what Anvilia meant.

“…… I understand. ”

He couldn't help but smile wryly.

If Roland is not mistaken, she roughly wants to push herself into the position of the Pope.

It's tiring to talk to this old monster......

Theoretically, don't all old people hate young people who come up with some messy tricks and show off some ridiculous city?

So, Anville should have passed the age when she could talk around the bush......

So is it the difference between short-lived and long-lived species?

"I'll do it. I'll tell you about my plans later. ”

Roland replied: "In the days when the White Tower was broken, I needed a transmitter and an independent place to live. ”

"No problem. Whenever you need"

Anvilia replied without hesitation.

But Roland's next request really stumped her-

"The business is over, so the next thing is the private business," Roland looked at Anville with a serious face, "Can you give me a nightmare?" ”

Roland suddenly wondered what the dream he had forgotten was.

As the founder of the Enchanted Witch, Anvilia is the wizard who has studied dreams the most, and if she misses this village, she won't have this shop.

…… It's just that even if he didn't think of any substance, Roland had a vague bad premonition in his heart. (To be continued......)

PS: Today's second chapter......

The thumb of the left hand is still cramping......