In the dark waters, Lothar's brows furrowed tightly, "When you wake up, but he's obviously only a pile of bones left!

"Your understanding of death is a little skewed. The Lord of Destiny said slowly, in this water, time and space are at His disposal, so He is not in a hurry, "Let me ask you a question, it may make you understand what death is." The question is, when you go to bed every day, where do you go?"

The Count's eyes were even more bewildered, "With all due respect, isn't it where I sleep when I sleep? ”

"No, you don't understand the question. The you in question are not referring to the body, but to the consciousness that is thinking right now. When you sleep, where does this self that you identify go? At that time you are completely unable to think, and you cannot control your body, where is your consciousness wandering, thinking about this question. ”

"I," Lothar froze for a moment, the other man's words did touch an area he had never thought about. In the knight's view, daily sleep is a necessary part of maintaining a clear mind and keeping the body in good shape, just like eating and drinking, and there is no reason at all. But now, he had vaguely guessed what the beings in the deep water wanted to express, "You want to say that every time I sleep, I experience death?" but that doesn't make sense, like you just said, I dream, dead people don't dream. ”

A large number of bubbles floated up from the darkness, and although there was no basis for it, the Count felt that it was proof that the Lord of Destiny was laughing. He was laughing at his ignorance. There are two questions in your answer, the first is that when you dream, it is not really your conscious subject who controls the dream. Those so-called dreams are just a combination of the residues in your mind, and of course, sometimes there are other forces that affect dreams, such as magic in your mouth. But at those times, you still don't exist, and if you don't believe it, you can think back to a time when you knew exactly who you were in a dream? It wasn't easy. As for the second question, who says that the dead don't dream? You, you've never experienced real death, have you?"

Lothar was speechless, and he suddenly felt that this master of destiny was a bit like cheese, and of all the people the Count knew, only the gray-robed mage could possibly think about these questions. And he, never thought about it, and never thought that these problems were problems. But as a knight who lived in the virtue of humility, Lothar was not shy about admitting his ignorance, "You're right. It's true that I've never experienced death, and in fact I don't want to have that opportunity for the time being. At the same time, I can't tell where my consciousness went when I fell asleep. But I have to admit that, judging by what you say, it does resemble the death I know. It's like, as if, everything disappears in the moment of death, and everything has no meaning... You're really frustrating, you know?"

"Well, don't be so pessimistic. At least I can promise you that when you die in the water, you won't just disappear. I have remembered you, and the ocean has remembered you. But you're doing so much funny, the last time we met, you weren't so afraid of death. I thought that humans were creatures who despised death so much. ”

The words of the fate aroused the Count's curiosity, "Didn't you say that I was the first human who could talk to you?"

"You are indeed the first human to be sought out by me. But before you, there was, or if not before, another human who found me. That's an impressive presence. The question I asked today was asked to me when he found me. ”

"And how did you answer him?" Lothar was now a little curious about what kind of person could find the will in the deep waters, and asked him questions. But even if you ask about these things, the owner of the destination can't explain it clearly. After all, for such beings, the differences between human beings are not distinguished by appearance and name, so who is the person in His mouth cannot be understood by Lothar's knowledge.

"Unfortunately, I can't answer him. "I couldn't think in a way you can understand, and I couldn't pass on my thoughts to him. Moreover, questions are often only meaningful to the person who made them. Just as you don't think about the relationship between the tides and food like a fish, I don't think about death in your mouth. So, do you now understand why the individuals around you are still alive? whether it's a human, a kraken, a fish, a shell, you're all defining the world in your own way. And what you define in the world is really just your own opinion or the consensus of your race, and has nothing to do with the world, nor does it have anything to do with other individuals in the world. You think he's dead, maybe he's just been born. You think he's just been born, maybe he's on the verge of death. ”

"Okay, okay, I see what you mean. I believe the giant is waking up, and I'm in his body... Wait a minute, the giant is about to come back to life..."Lothar's expression became solemn, he seemed to grasp something, "if it is true that turning into white bones is just the giant's sleep, as you say, then how will he wake up? His flesh and organs are gone. No, his flesh and organs are not gone, and since his marrow can be turned into a monster, his flesh may exist in some other way. That's right, that's why the sand near the bones of the hand dries up, because the water in it is a giant's thing! Then the crown of thorns is weakened because of this, and it's because..."

"What's wrong with you? What are you talking to yourself all of a sudden? What is the reason for this?" Lothar's spirit was shaken by Karen's doubts, and he suddenly looked up, only to find that there were still giant hand bones wrapped in a layer of translucent material in front of him, and the sand under his feet was no different from the desert. The deep water and the conversation just now, there is no evidence of existence at all.

"Are you okay? Is there something strange about these bones?" the short-haired witch tensed and began to use her magic to visualize the state of a large number of Lothar.

"No," the Count shook his head, banishing the sense of impracticality from his mind, "I just, just had a dream. Dreaming about something, something that helps us in our current situation. Now I understand a lot of things. But there are even more things that I don't understand. ”

Garren stared at Lothar with a complicated look as she wondered if the man had been blinded by some kind of power here, and began to babble gibberish. But the Earl just looked up at the skeleton that could not be seen, and took a deep breath, "Come on, let's go down to the palm of our hand and see." ”