It's daytime on the Isle of Skye, but in the Himalayas, night has covered the sky, and the light snow has finally stopped for three days.

Even the castle was almost swallowed up by the snowstorm.

Cassifer controlled the castle to move around, shook off the snow that fell on him, and walked down the mountain.

Char also returned to the castle at this moment, and he didn't even say hello to Cassifer, but just pushed open the room where Alicia used to sleep.

Alicia was resting on her side on the bed, covered with a quilt, while Sissi curled up in Alicia's arms with her eyes closed, sleeping peacefully.

Char didn't bother, just silently watched the scene in front of him.

Outside the window is a snowy field, covered by snow, but inside it is as warm as ever, and there is no feeling of lack of oxygen on the plateau.

The inner space is different from the outer space, and Cassifer's magic will protect it all.

For some reason, even though this scene seemed so ordinary, it set off ripples in Char's heart.

There is a feeling of how wonderful it would be to see such a scene every day.

Char's mind gradually came up with the picture of the first time he saw the old man.

The lonely, silent back of sitting alone in front of the hearth.

It was probably the loneliest figure he had ever seen.

As I said before, there is no meaning for human beings to be born in this world, and it comes to an end in a hundred years after being born in this world, and the vast majority of people are not even a splash in the turbulent river of the entire history of mankind.

But in a sense, only human beings can find the meaning of life, which is everything that extends from the unique emotions of human beings.

After becoming an existence like Char, all these pleasures extended by human emotions will eventually go to nothingness.

In the end, there was only one thing left, and that was the mission of weaving destiny.

Char never knew the old man's real name.

Only one name is known, "Destiny".

But Char felt that it was definitely not the old man's real name.

He has lost himself, forgotten the past, and has become the agent of the will of fate, so he bears the name of fate.

But that's not your future

Char was silent, and closed the door softly and carefully.

Cassifer lay on the hearth, crackling with firewood, with some sandalwood added to it, and a faint sandalwood filled the air.

Char took out a bottle of brandy and a glass from the cupboard on one side, then sat down on the chair in front of the hearth, and poured a glass on Cassifer.

The high concentration of alcohol poured on Cassif's body, causing the flames on his body to turn a dark blue, but Cassifer clearly liked the feeling.

His flame came out of the wood and looked at Char.

"That kid is cute."

He picked up the firewood on the side.

"She gave me this stick."

"I think so too." Char poured another glass of wine, but this time he picked it up and took a sip.

"But her personality is really two extremes of Arthur." "Arthur's energy is like that of a lion, and he can't exhaust it all day." ”

Char was silent for a moment and said, "It's good to be quiet."

"Speaking of which, I haven't seen Arthur in a long time." Cassifer said.

Arthur didn't answer, but silently got up and poured the remaining brandy from the cup on Cassif.

"Keep going, go east."

"Okay."

As Char's order fell, the huge castle on the mountain snowfield began to turn under the influence of magic, moving towards the bottom of the mountain, the huge chimney spewed smoke, and the mechanical feet in the lower body were extremely flexible even in the snow.

The original travel plan was actually temporarily halted while in the Himalayas.

There are many reasons, the main reason is that there is no power of fate in the body, the power outside the world of the East and the West is two different systems, and no one knows what the attitude towards outsiders is here.

For example, the demon of Cassifer, and for example, Char now has the Nightmare bloodline, so it's good to be a little cautious.

There was no word all night, and the next morning came as promised.

After a good night's sleep, Sissi regained some vitality.

When she heard that she was going to hang out with Char Alicia, she became a little excited.

Although her excitement is a little quiet compared to the average child, the joy can still be seen in her performance.

Early this morning, Char sat on the table eating fried eggs with bacon, while Sissi, who had eaten early in the morning, stood beside him, not saying a word, just looking at him quietly with her big round eyes, her eyes full of antiquity.

Char smiled helplessly, ate the contents of the plate, wiped his mouth with a cloth on one side and stood up.

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and the magic robe on his body began to change, changing into a black suit style from the early nineteenth century, with his hair simply tied back and a black Western-style hat on his head.

And Alicia also came downstairs, she put on her favorite turquoise dress, wore a lace-trimmed hat of a similar color, and tied her hair up, with a sense of summer youthful vitality.

They all used their magic to put some tricks on their bodies, so that they would not attract unnecessary trouble because of their temperament and appearance.

But there is no disguise between them at all.

"Let's go!" Char said.

Together, they entered the tavern through the gates of the castle and came to the streets of Vienna through the coordinates of the tavern's connection.

It's a city decorated with music.

Many of the great musicians in history were born here or showed their talents here.

Such as Schubert, John. Strauss & Sons, Lanna, Kjeneck, Schoenberg, Webern and Berg were born in Vienna.

Haydn, Mozart, Beethoven, etc., composed countless world-famous songs here, fully demonstrated their musical talents, and they were eventually buried here.

In the 18th century, Vienna was the cultural center of European music and the birthplace of classical music.

The modern symphony, concerto, sonata, trio, and quartet have begun to take shape. However, the sonata symphonic suites of these major musical systems only fully matured in the hands of Haydn, Mozart, and Beethoven.

Due to the influence of the bourgeois enlightenment ideas of the time, these musicians absorbed the creative experience of previous composers from Germany, Austria, Italy, France, Britain and other countries, and composed various instrumental and vocal works with rigorous form, profound content, and unity of form and content, which have become classic works for later generations.

These musicians all spent their creative maturity in Vienna, so the compositions represented by them are also known as the "Vienna Classical School", and they have created indelible contributions to the development of world music.

Here, bronze or marble statues of famous musicians can be seen everywhere. In honor of these great musicians, many streets, parks, auditoriums, theatres, conference halls, etc., in Vienna, are named after musicians.

The combination of Vienna's beautiful natural landscape and rich cultural landscape has nurtured the artistic cells of Viennese people and nurtured many musical geniuses.

The city's architecture is diverse, with museums, opera houses, the Danube River and the Imperial Palace.

Parks large and small make the city green. In Vienna, walk along the city boulevard and see the scenery everywhere.

Seeing more of the natural scenery of the world, this city with rich cultural landscapes also has a unique flavor.

If we say that the natural scenery brings people to touch, it is a kind of vitality that is more vigorous than anyone else.

The cultural landscape is the miracle created by civilization.

That's the power of countless "water molecules" that make up rivers that aren't even waves.

It is the meaning created by countless meaningless people in the process of searching for meaning, even if human life is only a hundred years, but these buildings created by them are enough to last for a hundred years or a thousand years!

The culture and music they created is enough to be passed down for eternity!

Perhaps stretching the time horizon, for the earth and the universe, the time that civilization can survive can only be regarded as fleeting like fireworks compared to the long years of these things.

But the fireworks are short-lived, but they are also brilliant enough.

Char took Sissi's hand, and Alicia took Sissi's other hand and walked together through the culturally rich streets.

Under the blue sky, the hazy morning sun sprinkled on the street, and the whole street seemed to be shrouded in brass-colored garlands.

Looking at the classical buildings in the Baroque style, it seems that you can see the scene of the builders at that time through the decades of time.

On the streets, you can often see artists playing the violin performing their arts, and melodious music echoes throughout the street.

Sissi has been living in Skye Island for a long time and has never been out, so she is very excited and lively at the moment, and even jumps like a swing with Char and Alicia's hands.

"Where do we go next?" Sissi said.

"If you come to Vienna, you have to go to a concert." Char said, "I've already bought my tickets, and I'm a celebrity." ”

"Who is it?" Alicia asked curiously.

"His name is Beethoven." Char said.

"I think I've heard the name." Alicia jaw.

"In the future, he will be even more famous." Char laughed, "Moreover, a legend. ”

They walked through the street and soon came to a square in the center of the city, where a statue was placed.

It was a life-size figure, dressed in a robe, with long hair, a handsome complexion, and a scepter-like object in his hand, looking southwest, and even a lion on one side.

Sissi seemed to have found something, looked at Char, looked at the statue again, and said to Char suspiciously.

"He looks like you."

Char didn't say anything, just stared at the statue quietly.

Alicia apparently recognized the statue as well, and looked at Char with a strange expression.

Soon, on the other side, a group of tourists who had also come to Vienna also stood under the statue.

They were all gorgeously dressed and looked like they were from the upper class of Austria, one of the women asked curiously.

"This statue didn't seem to be here when it came a few years ago, is this statue a musician?"

A gentleman with a mustache spoke.

"Look where he's looking."

The woman turned her head to follow his line of sight, where the building blocked most of the view.

She looked at the man with some confusion.

"That's the direction of the Alps." The man said.

He looked up at the statue and said, "I have also seen this statue in Annecy in West Francand, which, according to the locals, is the mountain god of the Alps."

Legend has it that many years ago, the son of a hunter was forcibly conscripted into the battlefield of Sibu and returned with a broken leg.

Orion chooses to go up the mountain late at night to hunt brown bears for the sake of his son's future, but ultimately fails, and in the chase, he accidentally meets the mountain god who is brewing tea in the mountain forest with the snow fairy.

The lion raised by the mountain god killed the brown bear and saved him, and even generously let him take the brown bear down the mountain.

When Orion returned, he sold the bearskins and obtained a start-up capital, and his son was also very profitable, and made a fortune from the fur business.

Later, because of his veteran status, he even became a high-ranking official in West Franc.

There are also legends in the Swiss region that say that there is a moving house in the Alps, and that is the house of the mountain god.

There is a similar depiction in the legend of the mountain god of West France.

A few years ago, Austria had a good relationship with West Franc, and they gave us a statue of this, which has been placed here ever since.

Because Vienna is also right in the northern foothills of the Alps. ”

(End of chapter)