Chapter VII.

Hayek takes us into the only tavern here, and it's so crowded that it reminds me of the Hunter's House tavern in Santa Freya. The www.biquge.info is still decorated in the ancient poppy island period, and when I see these decorations and people's attire, it seems to go back to the past. The guests were amazed at what Isabel and I were wearing, and they kept looking at us.

Hayek greeted the bartender, a bald man with a pale face, who offered to pour Hayek a glass of chilled boar blood, and the two seemed to know each other well. Hayek was not as polite to outsiders as he was, but took the cup and drank the blood in one go.

A waitress arranged a table and chairs for us. Hayek set aside the herbs and the hard book, then took out his pipe, poured the crushed tobacco leaves into the pipe, pressed it firmly with his thumb, and then lit it with the candle on the table, and took two large puffs, while leisurely spitting the smoke ring.

"How many do you want something?" the waiter asked.

Hayek realized that he had forgotten something, and he hurriedly said, "I'm sorry! Then have some roasted bat wings, four cups of chilled boar blood, and some barbecued squid eyeball slices. ”

"Okay, twenty-two Honeckers in total. ”

"Check out when we're leaving. ”

The waiter raised an eyebrow and left.

Hayek took a deep puff of his cigarette, then exhaled a large smoke ring and asked me, "Alex, didn't your father and your brother come back?"

I hesitated and replied, "They're all dead." ”

He was stunned for a moment. "What?"

"You better don't ask, it's hard to say. ”

He saw that I had a lot of hard things to say, "Okay then. I don't ask. Anyway, it's good for you to come back. ”

"We happen to be looking for someone, I wonder if you can help?"

"Who?"

"Veronica's mother, Valerie. ”

"Well, I'll take you there when I'm done. ”

"Mr. Harold, you must help me. Veronica begged him.

"Don't worry, little girl, I'll help you find your mother. ”

The waiter quickly served the food that Hayek had ordered. Bat wings, chilled boar blood, giant squid eyeballs. It's the first time I've seen these foods, so let's take a look at how Henek eats them, only to see him pick up a bat wing and bite it. Zou frowned.

I asked him, "How does it taste?"

He said, "It's a little burnt, could it be that they have changed chefs?"

"Over the years, it seems to be very stable here. ”

"It's okay, it's time to get out. The rest of the talent is needed here. ”

"How so?"

"Ever since those belligerent bastards got out. The environment here is much better than before, and you don't have to worry about war. ”

I smiled awkwardly, "You mean my father, he's very belligerent, but I think he's not the only one who is belligerent." ”

"Good thing they're gone. ”

"Most of them are dead, and Baroque and my father are the last two dead Ancient Blood Spirits, though Baroque died earlier. ”

He was stunned, took two puffs of his cigarette, and stared into my eyes for a long time. "Looks like you've been through a lot of winds and waves?"

"You can't imagine what I've been through. ”

He pursed his lips. "I can see that it is a blessing in misfortune that you can come back alive. ”

"What happened on the island after my father left here?"

"Although so many years have passed since the war, the tragic scenes of the beginning are still vivid. The 'Last War on Poppy Island' ended at dawn on April 24, 600 B.C., so every year from the evening of April 23 to the dawn of April 24, there will be a thunderstorm and blood rain for about 12 hours, and the surrounding sea within 40 nautical miles will also turn bloody, and a huge blood tide will sweep the reefs along the coast, and hideous grimaces will also roar and flicker in the blood tide. ”

"I know that. ”

Hayek leaned his face closer to me and lowered his voice, "Not only that, but there's something even more bizarre. ”

"I'd like to hear about it. ”

"Every year on the night of April 23, the site of the ancient battlefield will reproduce the scene of the tragic battle between the two blood clans, and we call that scene 'historical replay', which is terrible. Some of the sorcerers on the island had seen it from afar, and they said that the two warring parties were the spirits of some of the dead soldiers of the Underworld Society and the Evil Spirits. ”

"So what day is today?"

"Today is April 20 and there are three days left. ”

I wasn't interested in it, and now I hated every war on Poppy Island so much, and I didn't want to hear about it here, so I quickly changed the subject: "Is this how you have lived one day at a time for so many years?"

He stuck the cigarette ash into the ashtray, and then took a sip of boar blood, "I'll take you to the castle to see if you're done, and Veronica's mother also works in the castle." ”

"Then let's eat quickly, and we'll go when we're done. I gritted my teeth and drank my cup of boar blood in one gulp.

Isabel glanced at Hayek and said embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Harold, but I'm so sick to the taste of boar blood that I really can't drink it." ”

Veronica also tasted the boar's blood, her expression was embarrassed, and she said, "I'm not used to it either." ”

"It's one of the popular drinks on Poppy Island. Hayek said. He drank his cup of boar blood in one gulp, and unceremoniously brought the two cups of Isabel and Veronica to him and drank them. After drinking, he looked at the wine rack behind the bartender, which was full of all kinds of fine wines, and showed a look of despair of wanting wine.

Seeing that Hayek was so fond of wine, I had to stop: "Mr. Harold, we should go, I'll ask you for a drink another day, and you're going to help us find Valerie tonight." ”

He smiled awkwardly and stood up. Picking up the hardcover book and the herbal bag, "Okay, let's drink here tonight." He settled the bill. Come out of the tavern with us.

The town is lively at night, and the whole town still retains the culture of thousands of years ago, with iron shops, clay art shops, taxidermy shops, bone art shops, and magician clothing shops, which reminds me of the Roaca market in Santa Freya.

We then entered the courtyard of the old castle, where most of the people were old acquaintances of Hyek, and they greeted each other in a friendly manner, and Isabel's dress occasionally caught the attention of many people.

At this time. A distorted and extremely ugly face, with a severe hunchback, but a very tall deformed man, looked at us curiously from under a large tree. So I touched Hayek's arm, motioned for him to look in the direction of the deformed, and asked him, "Who is he?"

When Hayek saw the deformed man, he greeted him in a friendly manner. Freaks also instinctively beckoned in response. The mouth occasionally squeaks and whines, revealing a mouth full of jagged yellow teeth. Hayek then said to me, "His name is Turney." Do you remember Nikulaj Yutanken?"

"The son of the naturalist Foreman. ”

"Yes, in the middle of the night on April 20, 1422, Mr. and Mrs. Yutanken took a hot-air balloon ship and tried to collect lightning, but the lightning net on the ship failed, and both of them were burned to ashes by lightning. After the death of the Eutankens, Nikulaj became reticent. His mind was also twisted, and he could only rely on his sister Vivien for his life. Over time, he gradually fell in love with his sister. Until one day in June 1770, Niklaj and Vivien got drunk in the ruins of a temple by the sea, and the two siblings had a one-night stand. A year later, Vivien gave birth to Turney, and when Turney was born, Vivien also died of blood loss, and since then, Nicolai has also been missing, and Turney is also a fortune teller, and he was adopted by a group of wizards. ”

"Turney is a big deal. ”

"He was born speechless, but he is not deaf, and when you speak, he understands you. Don't look at him ugly, but he has a good heart, and he likes to help people very much, and he doesn't ask for anything in return, so the people here like him very much. ”

Isabel felt pitiful for Turney and greeted him: "Hello!"

Turney smiled silly, then immediately ducked behind a tree, revealing half of his face and smiling mischievously at us.

We walked up the battlements, up the stone steps paved with huge stones, to the very top, and then went inside, along a wide corridor.

Veronica couldn't wait to meet her mother, so she asked, "Mr. Harold, you said you were going to take me to my mother." ”

"Don't worry, I will. "But you can't go in like that." ”

"Why?"

"Your mom is the librarian of the library, and at this time, no one is allowed to enter the library except for the library staff, so you need to change into the librarian's clothes and hat. ”

"No problem, where are the hats and clothes?"

Hayek immediately went to the warehouse to find her a suitable librarian's outfit and told her to quickly change into it.

We then arrived at the door of the library, and Veronica adjusted her mind a little, and with our encouragement, she entered the library by herself. Hayek closed the door.

After a while, we hear Veronica's tears of joy when she meets her mother, and Valerie's repentance of her sins, she must have hated her mother's drug abuse during pregnancy, which caused her daughter to be born blind, so she had to tell her sins in front of her daughter, asking for her daughter's forgiveness and God's forgiveness. You can feel that the mother and daughter are hugging each other tightly, and they have endless words for days and nights. I thought: the scene in the library must be very moving. I'm really happy to be reunited.

Hayek let out a long breath and said, "Okay, now rest assured." ”

"Mr. Harold. I said, "Now that the war has been over for so many years, I don't think we should all stay in this place forever, and there is no sign of war in the whole poppy island." We came back this time so that we could live happily in the land that nurtured us. ”

"It's good to have such an idea, after so many years, although the image of Poppy Island has been decadent, but our culture has always existed, this library records the history of Poppy Island, inheritance culture, celebrities, technology crystallization, and it can also be said that all the big and small things in the history of Poppy Island are recorded. Very detailed, our poppy islands can be without money, can be without war. It can be no famous, but it can't make our great culture disappear. ”

I think he has a point, "I am deeply inspired by your words, and it seems that I have made a wise decision to return to my hometown this time." ”

"You're smart. You shouldn't forget your old acquaintances, right?"

"Of course, I miss them so much, you know where they are?"

"Of course I know, a lot of people miss you too. ”

"Where are they?"

"It's in this castle. If you want to see them, I can take you there. ”

"I don't think it's necessary, it's better to just tell them that the war is over. Let them go straight back to Santa Freya and re-establish their homes, and we'll meet at that time. ”

"That's fine. I've been here for so long, and I haven't invited you to sit down with a cup of tea. Let's sit in my studio for a while. ”

"Okay. ”

Hayek took us to his studio. Just as I was about to enter the door, I saw a familiar girl coming to us, and her temperament and demeanor made me immediately recognize that it was Miss Anna Kingsley.

"Hi, Anna!" I said hello to her.

She immediately stopped, looked at me stunned and surprised, and was stunned for about ten seconds before suddenly asking me, "Alex? Are you really Alex?"

"Yes. ”

She turned her gaze back to Isabel and asked with a smile, "Isabel?"

"You're Anna Kingsley. Isabel said.

"Is it really you?"

"Isn't it like?"

Anna excitedly hugged me and Isabel at the same time. "Thank goodness you're back. ”

"Don't talk here. House in advance. Hayek opened the door and invited us in. He warmly made tea for us and brought out wild poppy pastries to entertain us.

Wild poppy pastry has been a dish that has been passed down on the island for thousands of years, and I took a piece and put it in my mouth and savored it, it was still the taste of my childhood. It reminds me of when I was nine years old, when I went to Canglong Bay with a few friends to practice swordsmanship, and my sword instructor, Dalma Diderot's wife, brought us this pastry, and it was the first time I tasted it.

Hayek and Anna seemed to have endless words to say to Isabel and me for days and nights, and Anna's eyes filled with tears of joy. We drank barley tea and tasted pastries while catching up. For me, all the past on Poppy Island is worth remembering.

I still remember when I was very young there was a song called "Sacred Land" and I wanted to sing a few lines with everyone and look back at my childhood. "When I was a kid, you remember the song we used to sing?" I asked.

Anna thought back, "Which one?"

"Sacred Land. ”

"That's a song you used to play when you were kids, and I can't memorize it. Hayek said.

"Reminder, maybe I remember. Anna said.

The first few sentences should be: ancient legends, magical places, and the songs of our ancestors are being sung. Isabel sang.

"yes, I remembered. What should be next: a unique culture, a familiar language, and that's the heaven that nurtures me. ”

At this moment, Isabel, and Anna sang in unison: "Ancient legends, magical places, the songs of our ancestors are being sung, unique cultures, familiar languages, that is the heaven that nurtures me, the gods of the earth are whispering, and firm faith is guiding me, the roar of the sea awakens the sleeping soul, and I will be tested by the gods in the pale moonlight; the holy land, my homeland, I will never be separated from you; ”

After singing, the situation suddenly fell into silence, and everyone also turned their originally relaxed demeanor into seriousness, revealing a trace of longing in their demeanor. It was a quiet stalemate for about a minute before I spoke, "The war is over, and the next ...... We should cherish the good times in front of us and not let history repeat itself. ”

"Alright, lad, let the past pass, and think about what to do tomorrow. Hayek said.

"I wanted to go and see that 'replay of history' in three days. ”

"I suggest you don't go, lest you be cursed, and if you really want to see it, it's not out of the question. Once a year, you can't see it this year, but you can watch it next year. I can't see it next year, and there is the year after. ”

"Okay, then I'm not going to look at it. I also brought two friends with me this time, and that was Scat and Emily. ”

"Scat, Scat, Wallace?"

"Yes, the other is Emily Oloni, with whom I was once an enemy, but then a friend of our afflictions. ”

"Looks like I'm missing a lot of stories between you. ”

"It doesn't matter. I'll tell you about it when the time comes, and then you can prepare me a good pot of tea, and I'll drink the tea. I'll tell you about it. ”

"I don't have a shortage of good tea here, I'm always waiting for you. ”

The good life has finally begun, and my adventure can come to an end, and no matter how great the legend is, it is just a cloud of the past. I was guided by Hayek. I met with some old acquaintances one after another. They didn't impose my father's guilt on me, maybe they were afraid of me, maybe they really put the war behind them, and the questions they asked me always made it difficult for me to speak. However, I only hope that they will be able to return to the towns where they once lived, and although those towns are ruins, I believe that we can rebuild them with our own wisdom.

A week later, the atmosphere on the island was noticeably more lively, and those who had taken refuge in Antigre had returned to their original homes. In Santa Freya. Joseph's blacksmith occasionally staccato the sound of striking iron, Groom's wine estate was in operation, and Miss Anna Kingsley's atmospheric beer hall was filled with the elegant music played on the harp......

Those holes in my heart have become eternal memories, and the illusions, honors, money, and power of the past are gone. Right now. All I got was Isabel and her loyal heart. In order to be with me, she did not hesitate to leave her family and give up her childhood dream. With such a loyal girlfriend by my side, I always feel safe.

From the day my father died to the present, I have woken up from a dream and no longer pursue any honor and money, and the two things I want most now are time and emotion.

Now, I have to do one very important thing, and that is to have Isabel be my bride. So I waited for a romantic evening. On this night, the silver moon hung high, and the stars in the sky were reflected on the sea, like a heavenly night, and this dreamy scene seemed to be a gift from God to me for the marriage proposal ceremony.

The night view in front of me was definitely a great time for me to propose, and there was no better proposal scene in the world. Although I didn't make any preparations before marriage, I really didn't want to miss such a God-given marriage proposal, and if I missed this opportunity, I would be sorry for God, sorry for Isabel, and even more sorry for myself. In order not to miss this opportunity, I quickly invited Isabel to the beach so that she could enjoy the beautiful night view with me. Just as she was intoxicated by this dreamy sight, I mustered up the courage, took her hands, looked her in the eyes sincerely, and said: "Isabel, I am not a king, let alone a god, and cannot give you unlimited money and power, but my heart will always belong to you! Even the end of the world and the destruction of the universe cannot stop my sincere love for you! Marry me!" After saying that, I knelt down on one knee like a valiant knight, and took out the diamond ring left by my mother, and proposed to her.

She was overwhelmed and pleasantly surprised by my sudden proposal. She looked at the ring I had given me with both hands, and wept with joy streaming down her cheeks, and she took the ring and said with a tearful smile: "I promised to marry you! Why did you say this? I hate you to death!" and she gave me a deep kiss by the way.

I've finally waited for this moment, and my new life is about to begin.

Since you are going to get married, you should have a decent dress and wedding dress. So we inquired about a tailor shop and ordered dresses and wedding dresses. The tailors are Mr. and Mrs. Versinier, a couple of tailors who are also famous tailors in the history of Poppy Island, who are famous for designing the first generation of uniforms after the establishment of the Akeria Military Academy, and I also trust their skill and design style.

Two days later, Isabel's wedding ceremony took place on the site of a seaside church on the outskirts of Santa Freya. People from all over Poppy Island came to our wedding, and it was the most important day of our lives, and we were going to start a new chapter in our lives. It was a touching scene that I will never forget.

Lucifer and Gabriel also miraculously appeared at the wedding. Lucifer had said he wanted to be a witness to Isabel's marriage. Now, his promise has been fulfilled. Due to the haste of this wedding, there was a lack of emcee, but it didn't matter, Gabriel quickly filled the vacancy.

During the wedding, I saw my brother Frank and my compatriots who had died in battle, and they all came to pray for me.

I still have a long way to go, and I hope that everyone can live happily here, grasp every minute of life, and cherish the happy time with the people they like.

At dusk, Isabel and I were walking along the beach when we saw a classical-style airship slowly flying from afar. I thought, "Could this be my father's remnant?" I tensed every nerve and watched as the airship approached and landed beside the ruins of an ancient building by the sea. Curious, we stepped forward to watch, and there was a lady and a dozen members of the Underworld Society aboard the airship, and this lady was none other than Emilia Earhart, who had defected from my father's side, and I was glad that Emilia was here, and the members of the Underworld who were with her affectionately called her Sir.

Emilia didn't know that Henks was my father, and when I told her her her name and identity, she was stunned, looking at me with wariness and suspicion. Then, when I briefly recounted the news of the demise of my father's evil forces, hoping that she would not be misunderstood, she was completely relieved and decided to stay on the island forever, away from the world of war, power, and money.

At night, Isabel and I stayed in an old castle not far from the sea. That night, a storm fell suddenly, and the sea was rough. I took out my paper and quill and began to write about my adventures, inspired by the breathtaking scenes outside the window.

The next morning, although the storm had passed and the sea had returned to calm, the sky was still dark, and the coast of Poppy Island was shrouded in fog. I walked alone down the hill in a sea of poppies near the sea, a painting enthusiast working in fascination, and an elderly man in a cloak humming a song in praise of the ancient gods as he smoked his pipe and walked out into the woods between the ridges.

I looked out into the fog and remembered when I was a kid fishing with my childhood friend Isloni Elkan and playing treasure games in a cave by the sea. Thinking about it, I bent down and grabbed a handful of dirt, put it in front of my nose and smelled it, and then slowly walked towards the hill of poppies on the border. I looked at the land of my hometown, rubbing the soil of my hometown in my hands, and the tiny particles of soil kept leaking from my fingers to the ground. Although my world has calmed down for the time being, I feel that there are still many members of the Bloodline who are engaged in never-ending wars in those worlds outside of Poppy Island, and werewolves will appear in all corners of the world.

I came to the top of a cliff that stretched out into the sea, listened to the sound of the sea, and remembered every enemy I had ever faced in my life, and although most of them were dead, I still have to thank them, because they were the ones who made me who I was, who forced me to be strong and unyielding, and who I would choose to be my opponents if there was an afterlife. Then, with a long breath, I threw the rest of the dirt in my hand into the sea.

That's all for now. Finally, I would like to tell the readers: "If you lose your way in the waters of Northern Europe, it means that you have landed on the island of poppy." If we meet on the island, don't be afraid, come to my castle for a while, and I'll bring you the best wines, and Isabel's wild poppy pastries are well done, and you're welcome to taste them!" )