After the painter left, Jyoti looked at her husband.

"Can he really do it?"

"Who knows?"

Pava poured herself a glass of ale: "At least the iron plug is moving, if he doesn't move, there is no hope." ”

"Whether it's a mess or a happy harvest, it's the result that he has to bear."

"He's always wanted to do that, and we're just letting him face his true self. If a person is unwilling, it is useless for outsiders to say anything. ”

Pawa took a sip of wine: "The Heroes Chapter has been handed over to the temple of Yaocheng, right?" ”

"Well, the first batch of books will be transcribed next month at the latest."

"Then I'll be relieved."

Jyoti had a little hesitation on her face: "Did you really decide to do this?" ”

"Of course, is there any need to joke about that?"

Pawa took a deep breath and stood up, "Come on. ”

Jyoti walked to the window and closed the curtains.

She turned around and slowly walked over to Pawa: "It's too late to regret it now. ”

Pawa put her hands around Jyoti's face and kissed her, "No, I don't regret it. The story of my life belongs to you. ”

Then his face froze.

Pava slowly fell backwards.

Pawa, a famous traveler and storyteller, died at the age of 66 when his heart stopped beating at his home in Saniro.

……

Three days later, Fabiani, who received the obituary, hurried outside the fountain on a sandworm.

Outside Pawa's house, many people were commemorating the great storyteller, placing bouquets of flowers in the corners and talking softly, lamenting Pawa's death.

Fabiani knocked on the door.

The oak door slowly opened, revealing Jyoti's slightly haggard face. She was dressed in a black dress, with a holy flower on her chest, and her eyes were red.

"Madame, mourning."

Fabiani's voice was hoarse: "I'm late. ”

"Please come in."

Jyoti glanced behind him: "Who is this?" ”

"This is my apprentice, Uluru."

Uluru was small in stature and dressed in a robe that covered almost his entire body, hiding his whole body in the shadows.

Fabiani said, "He is from Uzi, so just let him wait outside." ”

He gestured to Uluru.

Uluru nodded, and returned to the sandworm to wait.

After entering the house, Jyoti wiped the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief: "Do you want to drink water, honey or wine?" ”

"Water."

Fabiani was a little unsettled.

He thought he had foreseen death, but the sudden death of his best friend was still difficult for Fabiani to accept, and his mind was completely blank along the way.

Thanks to Pava's too much attention, he couldn't give a little feedback.

This made Fabiani feel a deep sense of loss, and his body was extremely heavy.

He saw a resin-solidified painting on the wall, depicting a husband and wife portrait of Pava and Jyoti, and the painter's brushwork was skillful, faithfully and accurately reproducing the characteristics of Pava's husband and wife, as well as all their subtle expressions.

Pawa is shown with a smile on his face, unaware that death would come knocking so quickly.

Fabiani suddenly realized that something was wrong.

This is Saniro.

If Pava is dead, the ghost is still there.

He looked at Jyoti, "Madam, has the ghost of Pava appeared?" ”

"No, it didn't show up."

A hint of sadness flashed across Jyoti's face, and she pursed her lips: "No one knows where his dead soul has gone. ”

No wonder she was so sad.

Fabiani sighed: "Maybe he was too tired before he died, and Pawa needed to rest." Please don't worry, he loves you very much and will definitely come back to you. ”

Every time he eats with Pawa, Fabiani senses his friend's anxiety.

Pawa was always writing and revising, but progress was slowing down, and as his fame grew, he could barely find a quiet place in the city.

His exhaustion and nervousness were visible to the naked eye.

Pawa once said that his biggest frustration was that people expected too much of him. In the eyes of many people, he is not only a narrator, but also an observer of the world with countless hidden secrets.

He couldn't surpass the original "Pawa's Bizarre Adventure", and sighed for it, often saying that it was boring to live like this.

After eating fried black water strider, it is difficult to like fried bugs again.

"He's not coming back."

Jyoti shook her head.

Suddenly, a stranger in full armor stepped out of the inner room. The man was dressed in brass-colored ghost armor, with a long sword at his waist, and his gait was steady and imposing.

Fabiani was first taken aback.

Pawa just died, and Jyoti actually found a new partner?

Is this a bit ......

It took him a moment before it dawned on him that something was wrong.

A bold thought popped into his head.

"Do you mean...... Pava? ”

The ghost urn in the ghost armor said angrily, "You have the wrong person, my friend. Standing in front of you is a ghost from the mountains, sacrificed to the warrior of a hundred years ago, Matthews. ”

Fabiani couldn't help laughing: "You bastard, you actually played a fake death, and everyone was deceived by you!" ”

There's nothing better than having a buddy alive.

Matthews emphasized: "My friend, I said it, my name is Matthews. Your friend Pava is dead, and his body is buried in the backyard. ”

Fabiani was stunned and looked at Jyoti.

Jyoti nodded and wiped her tears with a handkerchief: "I'll kill ...... with my own hands buried, dead completely. ”

Fabiani was silent for a while, his face a little helpless: "In order to get rid of the pressure of the name Pava, you did not hesitate to commit suicide to start over...... I'm afraid no one thought of it. ”

"My friend, I solemnly declare to you once again that I am Matthews."

The other party emphasized again.

"Then why are you at Pawa's house?"

"Because I'm a fan of Mr. Pawa's books, I'm here to pay my respects. I have decided that I will continue to write the story of Mr. Pawa. ”

"I will chronicle the brutal war between the Fifth Dreadnought Empire and the Kingdom of Uzi, tentatively titled The Crystal Empire. Please continue to support me in the future, just as you support Mr. Pawa. ”

"Aren't you?"

"I'm not lying."

"Stop making a fuss, Pava."

"Sir, pay attention to your wording, I'm a war narrator, Matthews."

Fabiani couldn't laugh or cry.

He could only nod his head: "Okay, nice to meet you, Matthews." ”

Jyoti blinked and lip-studied.

- Let it be.

Fabiani relaxed and rubbed his stomach: "I'm a little hungry, do you have anything to eat?" ”

"There's honey wheat cakes, and a little bit of cold beef, so let's make do with a little." Jyoti clicked his fingers, and the plate flew and the food was immediately put on the table.

Fabiani ate and drank for a while.

After eating half full, he said, "We recently dug up the ruins of the Rose Kingdom in a southern cape and found a batch of rose seeds, thanks to Uluru. ”

"The Uzi people are indeed natural underground navigators, and their earth-walking boats are very wonderful, they look like stone pillars, but they are very flexible underground, as if they were alive."

"Uluru was also the first geologist."

"He told us how the underground moves, how the interior is structured, what are the characteristics of the outside, and that there are many more types of rocks than we imagined......"

"The kind of black burning stone, called charcoal, is also found in some mountains, and cavemen and sandworms can find some, but it is very difficult. Uluru has an accurate way to find carboniferous! ”

"In addition to that, Uluru can also find fire wells. The flames that are constantly spewing from the ground can burn for hundreds of years, and there are them in the Kingdom of Uji! ”

"If there were fire wells and a lot of coal, it would be very easy to smelt and cast, and the price of making various items and equipment would come down. More people will have access to cheaper metal tools and even better equipment. ”

Hearing such a strange thing, Matthewston couldn't go any longer, jumped up and hurriedly said, "Really? Call Uluru in. ”

"Good. The Uzi people can't speak, but they have a keen sense of hearing, and they can see through their bodies, but in a different way than we do, and theoretically their whole body is an eye. ”

"They have their own writing and are used to recording history with engravings. It's just that because there is no need to speak, they have never developed a language. However, Uluru can already understand the Yao language, so it is quite convenient. ”

The young Uzi was invited in, looking at the three inside, somewhat nervously.

Before he came, he had heard from his teacher, Fabiani.

Mr. Pawa is a well-respected celebrity who tells stories for all and spreads them to all. Ms. Jyoti, the wife of Mr. Pava, is a graceful and transcendent being, and must be treated with respect.

Uluru bowed nervously to the armored samurai and lady Elegant inside.

He gestured to express the meaning: It's an honor to be here, and I'm sorry to bother.

What did Fabiani say to them.

Lady Jyoti smiled and gave him a small seed with a faint green glow on its surface.

Fabiani said, "Madame Jyoti gave you a gift of greeting, this is a species of a symbiotic tree, which when planted can grow into a forest, which will attract elves. If you grow a forest, it will be a fortune, and the elves will be willing to buy or rent it from you. ”

Uluru carefully took the tree and stuffed it into his body.

This is both life and treasure.

He slammed his head against the wall three times, expressing his solemn gratitude in the traditional way of the Uzi people.

The whole room was framing.