Shalotia flipped through the book in her hand, immersed in the world constructed in the book, and sighed deeply after returning from her consciousness. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The book in Salotia's hand is currently recognized as the best collection of poetry by the elves, and the works created by the three literary masters are far inferior to those written by Vanessa of the human race in terms of quality.

Not to mention the advantage of numbers, the elves have been pondering both the art of beautiful words and the melodious music for a long time. Moreover, among the three literary masters of the elven race, there is still a legendary figure who has climbed to immortality.

In terms of poetry collections, both in quantity and quality, they are far superior to Vanessa. But... There is still a big gap from "The Dream of the Admirer".

The only clue about this extremely mysterious writer is the Literary Association, and it is up to the Elves to negotiate, and Dao Rasa, the speaker of the Literary Association, has always refused to back down.

Three months ago, Salotia thought that she would finally be able to witness the true face of the most mysterious writer in today's literary world, but she did not expect that in the end she was an inexplicable teenager, perhaps his poetic attainments were indeed the best among his peers, but Salotia never believed that Tagore would be such a young boy.

While Saloti was wondering what kind of person Tagore was, the mirror not far away lit up with a hint of strangeness.

"Shalotia, I have news for you. Sarotya waved her hand softly, and from the other side of the mirror came Nellina's voice.

"Good news or bad news?" said Shalotia, rolling her eyes.

"It's good news, but it probably won't be good news for you. Nellina's tone was meaningful.

"Did the boy give up the deal?" replied Shalotia, not noticing Nellina's strange tone.

"No, on the contrary, he's already done with the needs of the deal..." Speaking of this, Nellina's face changed slightly, as if she wanted to continue, but for something, she forced herself to endure.

"Sure enough, I knew what he... he was done?" said Shalotia, who was only halfway through her words, her face full of shock and disbelief.

"Nellina, you made a little joke last time, and I ran most of Valadei because of it, and I don't want to have a second time about it. Salotia said word by word.

"Thalotia, you have never seen a true genius, and the reason why we are geniuses in the eyes of ordinary people is only because we have done what they cannot do, and as he said, it is a mistake to judge him by our indicators. In his eyes, we are no different from those who are mediocre. Nelina said earnestly.

"No way, just because he wrote a book of poems in three months, no kidding, if it were me, I could have written it without considering the quality of the poems. Shalotia shook her head.

"No, it's been a month, I said, he doesn't know Elfish. Nellina corrected.

"I don't know Elf, do you mean he learns Elf in two months? I can already imagine how bad the quality of this poetry collection is. ”

"I have no other thoughts, and I know you have a regret that the elven library does not have a poetry comparable to that written by Master Tagore. The elves love the poetry genre so much, but they can't surpass the human race, which makes you unwilling. I don't want you to be blinded by anger and miss this opportunity!" a wry smile appeared on Nellina's lips.

"Nellina..."

"For the last time, if you regret the result this time, I'm willing to pay any price for Muse. "Finished. Nellina turned off the fluctuations of the magic mirror without permission. Looking at the book in his hand, his white and tender fingertips swept across the book cover, and a trace of weakness flashed under his eyes.

"At this point, Tagore is no longer difficult to surpass the peak, but an eternity called [Impossible]. Words that seemed to be talking to themselves echoed in the room.

Salotia frowned, she sat in her chair, her face contemplative and hesitant, her intuition telling her that she was now standing on a fork in the road that would determine her fate. It took a long time for Sarotya to get up and leave the treehouse.

"Let me see, the work that the boy has written, and that Nellina is willing to pay so much for you. She's a proud fellow, but for you to give up the luxury that others can't get in their lifetime, and to give up the nobility of being called a genius by the world, she degrades herself as a mediocre person..."

"I'm just sad for you. ”

Seven days later, Salotya had crossed most of the Valadi and came to the city again, the same city, the same tea plantations, but this time, only two people met.

"What about him?" said Sarotya to the courtyard with a cold face.

"Perhaps thanks to the completion of a book of poems, Musene's spiritual sea has been increased, and it has finally reached a full stage, and is now preparing for promotion to official caster. Nelina explained.

"Hmph, the needs of this deal..." If it's about promoting the official caster, then Sarodia can't find any reason to pick on it. For the caster, this is definitely a time that will determine the life of a lifetime.

In fact, Muse was going to give up this opportunity and come over in person, but Nellina's repeated persuasion persuaded Muse to stop her.

"Here, when you open this book of poems, you are witnessing the birth of a legend!" said Nellina with a smile.

"How good can a work be done in just one month? Sarotya took the book from Nellina, her gaze subconsciously scanning the book cover.

The three words of "Flying Birds" are written in standard Elven language, and the breath that emanates from the book, in addition to Nerina's, is the Muse. The magical aura of each creature is completely different, and without special means, the entire Valade cannot find two identical breaths. And the elves' innate keen perception can easily discover the magic attached to books.

Indeed, he wrote it himself. Salotia thought to herself.

Rubbing the fingertips against the book cover, scratching to the edges, picking up and turning it open. The next moment, Sarotya felt the uncontrollable surging of magic in her body, and at this moment, her gaze became hollow, penetrating the Gobi of the world, as if standing on some unsightly high place, looking at the insignificance of the world.

This is the forbidden authority, the power held by the supreme being. It's not what the world can imagine.

"You have overstepped your authority!" a majestic voice rang in Sarotya's ears, as if the birth and death of the world were only changes at the behalfth of his words. The strongest person that Sarotya had ever seen was far inferior to this realm.

The instinct of the living being, she remembered the forbidden word, the ineffable race [God]

Sarotya trembled instinctively, her face was bloodless, and the moment the voice fell, a terrifying will was transmitted from all directions, as if to annihilate Sarotya. In the face of this will, Sarotya felt as small as dust.

Just when Sarotya was completely desperate, the book in Sarotya's hand radiated a colorful light, like a lamp that pointed out the night, dispelling the will that persecuted, and a bird with the brilliance of all the colors of the world came out of the book, and its lifelike feathers exuded an ethereal aura, freedom that was not bound by all the rules of the world.

The crisp birdsong seemed to be the only sound in the world, and it spread its wings and soared to the higher depths, like the end of the abyss.

"Look for death!" As if sensing the bird's intentions, the will to be repelled surged again, turning into a space-distorting hand and grabbing at the bird.

The birdsong recurred, and from the bird emanated a wave of light, like truth and wisdom, encompassing the two extremes of day and night, completely extinguishing the hand that the will had turned into.

As if she heard a soft grunt in the void, Sarotya quickly retreated. No longer prevents birds from rushing to the end of the abyss.

Hiss~

From the end of the abyss, a penetrating light descended, enveloping Sarotya completely.

Almost at the same time, the beings with the [strongest] reputation in this continent all looked in the same direction, surprised, delighted, relieved, and thoughtful.

"Another overstepper!"

Daurasa awoke from his slumber, his pupils as deep as the starry sky, and at this moment, a long horizon was reflected in the depths of his gaze, and a pair of slightly tender hands crossed the taboo and pulled a gap out of the cage.

What a sight on the other side of the horizon, prosperous or rotten. Eternal or perishable. It is the end or the end. No living creature ever knew.