"She's not Rosie."

There was a long silence before Milton spoke.

"She-"

"Wait a minute, are you Milton the Lich?" Heine interrupted.

He said suspiciously: "How do I remember that when I first came, Your Excellency was wearing a black and white robe, not this gray robe?" ”

He had this suspicion just now.

Alpha said that the other party appeared out of thin air, and so did his feelings.

No matter how strong the sixth-level boss is, it can't come out without a trace, right?

It's almost like admin mode.

If he really hangs like that, why bother with this.

In addition, this Milton was also too calm.

Although the previous one looked like a person before tearing his face, his emotions were written on his face after all.

Arrogance, arrogance, mystery.

And the one in front of me is more like a piece of wood, a stone, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a person.

"I'm him, but not quite."

Milton said slowly: "The lich you mentioned was invaded by the Shadow Will in the battle just now, because his body contains two energies, the Holy Light and the Shadow, and the balance between the two has been broken, and the Shadow Will is trying to clear the Holy Light from 'himself' body, and he may not wake up for a while." ”

After a pause, he made a joke with a blank face.

"If you want to run, you can do it now."

Heine chuckled: "Ha......"

Are you kidding!

Say anything today and eat this melon completely, otherwise you won't be able to sleep well when you go back!

"And what is Your Excellency?" Heine asked again.

Milton tugged at the corners of his mouth: "If someone else asked me this question, I might not be able to explain it clearly, but you're different...... You have the breath of my brothers in you, and you are sitting in my body right now, can you understand that? ”

Quercus!?

Heine understood in an instant.

All the doubts I had seen before were solved, and my curiosity was greatly satisfied.

But then came an even stronger curiosity!

"So, you're also part of the Wood of Mourning? Is you Quercus's brother? He asked.

Milton nodded, "Yes." ”

Everyone present was shocked!

Andrey: "Is it ...... The ancestral tree in Mourning Wood City? ”

Milton continued to nod: "It's a quarter of her." ”

Andrei was amazed.

But then he looked at Heine again, and muttered to himself.

How does he know?

Although he knew that Heine had made some achievements in the mountains of McCalla, he realized that he still knew too little after this contact.

Heine ignored the old man and continued to ask:

"But why are you Milton again? When did you come to the Northlands, and why did you know about Quelkus? ”

Milton spent a lot of time thinking about it.

It would have been impatient, but after knowing that he was a tree, it made sense.

"I don't remember my birth, I don't remember how I got here." He said slowly: "Memories should have carved traces in my body as I grew up, but since I left my homeland and came to this strange, pitch-black, and always shrouded in annihilation, many of my memories have been eroded by shadows. They went crazy trying to assimilate me, and I had almost forgotten all of my past in order to fend off them. ”

Heine pondered.

Quarcus is a quarter of the root system of the Tree of Mourning, brought to the kingdom of the Golden People by the Winds of Sighs.

He had a complete memory of Quercus here, but unfortunately it was too large to read it to this day.

However, according to his "quantum speed reading method", the beginning of this part of the memory is not a trip to the Luku Plains, it starts from the "Swamp of the Rotten Heart".

In other words, after being taken away, returning to the forest, escaping twice, and taking root in the swamp, Quarcus began to "remember" and took a group of little ones on a journey to escape to the Whispering Forest.

There was no sign of "the tree" in front of him, so it was said to have left later than Quircus.

However, the similarity between the two is that after leaving the realm of the elves and going to the realm of "light" or "shadow", they are broken apart.

This is clearly due to the will in the local energy.

Compared to withering, the Holy Light and Shadow are truly domineering.

"I see, you continue." Heine gestured.

…

As Milton explained, the Guardian Kite let out a pocket question mark and a pointing symbol, and floated politely to Heine, gesturing to herself.

Heine was amused in his heart, and asked knowingly, "...... you Don't understand? ”

The Guardian Kite nodded violently.

So he opened a small stove for the two of them.

As a result, halfway through the speech, Mr. Sa suddenly spoke:

"It's hard to remember the two Miltons, shall we name this brother?"

Wei Diankite: "What do you want to call?" Shulton? ”

Mr. Sa: "Loulton! ”

Wei Diankite: "What? ”

Mr. Sa: "Isn't this tree Milton + wood + woman?" ”

Guardian Kite: "...... It's you. ”

…

Loulton is ok......

When Heine gave the two of them a private chat, Loulton also began a new explanation.

"Energy is the carrier of information, and energy flows through the atmosphere...... For us, wind and earth are messengers faster than energy.

"The story of Quarcus has long been told in all its forms in that distant, sick land, and though it was vague when it came to me, I knew where it belonged.

"Moreover, I feel its blessing and final entrustment from you, something that cannot be obtained by violence and slavery."

Heine suddenly remembered the tree he had seen in the underworld.

The other party also claimed to be a part of Zumu, and felt the "relief" of Querkus.

"I see......"

He nodded: "How many brothers do you have?" If everyone is a quarter, isn't that a maximum of three? ”

Loulton was stunned for a few seconds, then slowly shook his head.

"I don't know, no one told me about it. Strictly speaking, my ability to give birth to sanity is also closely related to the arrival of Milton.

"I don't know how many days and nights ago, one day before the turn of day, he dragged his broken body here.

"My intellect was on the verge of extinction at that time, but he was able to sense my presence and successfully merged with me.

"According to you humans, he is my teacher and father."

Heine was stunned and said, "Now that you have merged, who is that Milton who will transform into a feathered serpent?" ”

"That's him, or that's him." Loulton said.

"He was dying, but after we fused, his spirit helped me grow, created everything here, and used his body to sort out the energy here.

"Here you can see the light and the shadows living endlessly, without the taint of the will, which is the original form of energy.

"When all this work was done, he left me to fulfill his wish."

He looked at the canvas, his eyes calm, but also a hint of emotion.

"As for Milton and Rosie, the truth is as the boy of the Musia family says, they are very affectionate, and the escape is a promise to each other, but the events of that night turn the story into tragedy.

In order to resurrect her, he did not hesitate to turn into a lich and go to the underworld to find the soul of the other party, but unfortunately he did not find it.

So, he came up with another way to 'resurrect' her.

"He used my body to comb through the energy here, and in the process, he stripped away the faint soul contained in it, which seemed to be the chaotic will of countless people.

Now, he fused them together, removing the impurities and making the rest into a substrate that would hold Rosie's consciousness.

However, Rosie was dead, so he searched for hundreds of ordinary people near the town of Ati and told them the story of himself and Rosie, repeating everything in detail, making it deeply imprinted in his memory, and finally stripping them of their consciousness and merging them into the memories of 'Rosie'.

"And then, there's the queen you see."

Heine was shocked to hear this.

The people of the Githiler family really do great things!

Milton, a master of music, is definitely not low in affinity.

Otherwise, he would not have been able to establish a connection with the tree's dissipating consciousness, let alone merge.

Quercus had said that the ancient creature Zumu was a natural psychic.

Therefore, after Milton fused with this tree, he was self-taught, and had enough means to implement his ideas.

Moreover, it is precisely because of the extremely high affinity of the Yuan Spirit that Milton hates the Githil family and the Shadow Sanctuary so much.

He would even hate the land.

Like Heine, who has now left the mountains of Maikala.

It's not about positions and things, it's a natural nuisance.

Beyond Maikala, embers are everywhere.

This pitch-black dust is a distorted and deformed cold corpse in the high-level meta-consciousness.

Whenever Heine thought of the naïve little ones who were noisy at him, a nameless anger would grow in his heart, changing the tone of his emotions.

In the long run, it's no wonder that people aren't crazy.

At this time, Andrei finished digesting this shocking story.

He wondered, "So, this woman who is as stupid as a village woman is the queen in the hearts of the hundreds of innocent dead?" ”

Loulton: "Yes, he tried his best to write Rosie as a perfect woman, to control the poor people as much as he could, to make them remember every detail of the story as much as he could, but ......"

Heine: "But each listener reconstructs the story in their minds based on their own perceptions. ”

Loulton nodded: "Yes, based on my own cognition...... In their eyes, the aristocracy is like that, there are no really good people, they are all liars. There are no real geniuses either, they are all paranoid and megalomaniacs. There is no bullshit love, it is nothing more than trading and vanity and wrongdoing.

"What's even more terrifying is that no matter what Milton does, he deceives, deceives, and dominates...... His methods have imprinted fear into the hearts of these people. A fearful person, no matter what kind of story he hears, is gray in color.

They may be willing and obedient on the surface, but in their hearts they don't think that way at all, and they will deconstruct it all with their own point of view.

"So, Milton ended up with such a Rosie, someone who had nothing to do with the real Rosie except for her beauty."

Andrei listened silently, and his face couldn't help but be angry:

"But isn't that a distortion of the facts? How could he allow such a 'monster' to be born!? ”

Loulton shook his head slowly.

"I don't know. This circumstance changed even Milton himself, who himself thought that this was how things were......"

The two looked at Heine in unison, eager for an answer.

Heine sighed and looked at Andre.

"You're angry, aren't you?"

"Of course."

"Are you angry at the unjustified calamity that has befallen hundreds of innocent people?"

"I ......"

Andrei was stunned.

Heine continues: "When you become a listener to a story, even if you already know the whole picture, your emotions depend on your perception – in your opinion, at least for the time being, the success of this great idea is more to celebrate than hundreds of untouchable lives, and conversely, its failure is more infuriating. ”

Andrey: "But what does this have to do with Milton's situation?" ”

Heine: "Because he's a lich." When the soul of a living person returns from the underworld, he will also become twisted and violent like a geist, and the reason why he can still remain calm is because he is diluted by the huge spiritual power.

"But that's dilution, not purification, after all.

"So, when his 'masterpiece', Queen Rosie, was born, he went from being a storyteller to an audience listening to this second-hand story.

"At this time, if he is a normal person, then he can be as angry about the truth of the story as Your Excellency just behaved.

"But he's not.

"Now he is, like the poor people who died tragically at his hands, a poor, twisted soul.

He will only be angry and feel sorry for himself in the story, instead of calming down and thinking about the truth of the story.

"It's not that he wants it, it's that a lich can only think like that."

(End of chapter)