Thousands of miles of fertile fields, starry sky.

The oak tree fell to the ground, startling a spark, which was a swarm of fireflies.

The man stretched out his hand, and the stone engraved with the Nemowen flew out of the boy's pocket and into the man's hand.

"You didn't engrave the inscription on this, did you?"

Although the man asked, his tone was firm.

"It's not true, the person who carved the seal is this child. ”

The old man stroked the head of the boy next to him and said leisurely.

"I want to hear about it. ”

The man handed the stone to the old man.

"Worship the spirits of our ancestors, this is our tradition. And deep in our blood, there are more or less remnants of ancestral memories. Therefore, when the token is infused with magic, the ancient image in the blood of the bearer will be turned into a proverb on it. Sometimes, this proverb can also be a harbinger of the future. ”

"Oh, what's the point?"

"Unlike our short life, the bloodline is eternal. From generation to generation, the blood in their bodies is the past, present and future of the same bloodline, just like the head, body and feet of a person. Bloodline, both the memory of the past and the memory of the future. His head was drenched in the rain, his feet moved, and his body was hidden under the eaves. The past and the future affect the present at the same time. ”

The man rubbed his chin and continued, "It's like the innate fear of darkness in humans stems from the threat of nocturnal predators in ancient times. And the instinct of a few people to avoid disaster on a whim is a warning to them that the blood is out of self-help. ”

"This metaphor couldn't be more appropriate!" the old man said with a smile, looking down at the stone in his hand, "Walking in the starry night, the king is born." In the past, druids were poets, historians, monks, prophets, doctors, teachers, judges, and voices of nature. However, it is not the king. This is a sign of this. ”

With that, he stretched out his hand and gave it away.

After a circle, the stone returned to the boy.

"I don't know why I mention this now?" said the old man.

"Compared with outsiders, you know more about ancient history, and you must know the extraordinary relationship between the elves and the stars. Alchemy is used to refine all kinds of gemstones, and then through thousands of years of astronomical research, in the vault of the main hall, to build a galaxy in the sky. Such a grand work, this is your reminiscence and lamentation of the ancient elf era!"

The sad meaning flowed, and the old man stood with his hands in his hands, looking up at the starry sky, and sighed for a long time.

The man continued: "At the moment, this child's ancestor is not only a dialogue with the elves, but in his comments, there is a 'star' word, don't you think, there is something to say in this?"

"Elves and stars, hey, maybe it's just a coincidence. The old man thought for a moment, shook his head and smiled, but as soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to remember something, and suddenly his expression froze, "Or...... Blessing of the stars?!"

At the end, the old man looked at the boy in disbelief.

"Tell me!" the old man grabbed the boy's shoulder, his face burning, "Do you have any things left by your ancestors in your family, I mean those with a relatively long history, stones, shells, pottery shards, animal skins, as long as they are recorded with pictures and texts, anything!"

"No, no. ”

The boy was really frightened by the old man's sudden madness, again. If an ordinary person behaves like this, he shouldn't take it seriously. The key is that he can't forget the identity of the deceased principal.

At this time, as the principal of the ancients, his heart fluctuated and it was difficult to control himself.

He lost his temper three times.

"No, it shouldn't. ”

He looked up at the starry sky that had been shining for eternity, and his expression showed a trace of chagrin, as if the sky full of stars hid countless mysteries, and he wanted to see it quickly, but it was rare to get started.

Seeing this, the man sighed, this is the feeling of the old man who is also a seeker, and the things hurt him.

"You forgot?" said the man, speaking to the boy, "there is one that you told me before. ”

"What is it?" the old man immediately came back to his senses, stared at the boy, and said anxiously.

"But it's just a nursery rhyme. The boy wondered, "Nothing special. ”

"We don't know it specially, kid, just sing it!" said the old man.

The boy glanced at the man, and when he saw that the latter nodded, he pursed his throat and began to sing.

"When the fiery sun sinks to the surface,"

"When the tired body can rest,"

"Son, sleep peacefully!"

"The stars will soothe the sorrow of the heart,"

"Give you back a good dream. ”

"One night passed,"

"When the morning star shines on the horizon,"

"Oh boy, it's going to be a new day!"

The song fluttered in the wind, and the old man was so excited that he almost danced with his hands, and he couldn't help himself.

"Hahahaha! Stars! Daystar! Yes, that's it!"

Suddenly, there was an inexplicable murmur around him, inaudible and indecipherable. However, the boy, who had long been experienced in this, immediately turned his attention to the old man.

A sentence of Runi Mowen came out of the old man's mouth, and his tone was subdued and frustrated, like reciting poetry.

"What is he?" the boy asked.

"Remember, this is a gift from the elves, a blessing from the stars. The man replied, "This is the poetry handed down by your ancestors." ”

Hearing this, the boy's expression was solemn.

On the vast plain, the old man's chant was like ripples on the water, waving far away, covering out all other sounds. The last sentence fell, and there was no more sound, and the surroundings were calm, only the insects chirped.

"Well, it seems that I am not blessed with a gift. The old man looked up at the starry sky again, sighed, and then turned to look at the boy, "I will teach you how to sing this song in Runimo, and all you have to do is learn it and sing it." ”

"I have to tell you something. The man then spoke, "I taught this boy yesterday a rune of the Rum, which is a proverb on the stone, and I only said it once. ”

"You mean?" the old man was in disbelief.

The man laughed, "It's a druid, kid, repeat it." ”

The boy answered, and the obscure syllables were spoken with an extremely smooth speed, and there was no pressure on him in such a difficult language.

The old man was shocked, and then overjoyed.

"Do you remember the poem you just had? Quick, quick, repeat it now. He urged.

This time, without thinking, the boy blurted out as Nimowen.

"Buzz!"

At the moment when the first syllable sounded, the man and the old man felt that their bodies sank inexplicably, and the insects in the distance suddenly became more noisy.

However, the boy was unconscious, and he had involuntarily sunk into the poem, closing his eyes tightly and chanting slowly, unresponsive to what was happening in the outside world.

At this moment, as if sensing something, the man and the old man glanced at each other and raised their heads in unison.

"Starry Sky...... It's moving!" the old man said in a trembling voice.

It's like watching a time-lapse video, in the eyes of the two, the starry sky becomes a picture scroll that is being slowly dragged.

"The movement of the stars is essentially the rotation of the earth. It's just that the usual amplitude is very small, and I don't observe the starry sky for a long time, so I can't see this change. Now, it's the Earth that's spinning faster, and so on...... No, it's actually us slowing down, time slowing down in our area. The man sank his mind and calmly analyzed, "This feeling is very similar to what I felt in the time and space tunnel. ”

The old man was stunned: "You mean, time and space turbulence?"

"More precisely, it should be a space-time disturbance, which is a more orderly fluctuation than space-time turbulence. Today's scientific community has a special name for it - gravitational waves. The man's eyes were contemplative, and he said slowly, "I'll just tell you why the mass of this area has suddenly increased, and the sound waves in the distance are transmitted here, taking on a compressed form. ”

After explaining, the man thought that the old man would know it, but when he saw the latter's stunned eyes, he immediately realized that he was playing the piano to the cow.

"To put it simply, when the speed gets faster, the mass increases, so we feel like we're getting heavier. At the same time, time slows down, and it is an exaggeration to say that it may only be one day a year in the outside world. Therefore, the sound of insects does not become noisy on its own, but is compressed. The problem is that we are not actively accelerating. To go deeper, it is too complicated, and in a word, it is this kind of space-time disturbance that makes us passively enter the acceleration. ”

He explained further, but withheld a little.

If he wished, he could use the inviolable ability of the Light of Creation at any time to get rid of this influence and return to the same speed of time as the outside world.

However, this matter is not enough for outsiders either.

Thinking of this, the man gathered his thoughts and looked at the old man expectantly.

Once again, however, reality disappointed him.

Seeing the man coming, the old man only said "oh".

Well, after all, it's all in vain.

The man slapped his head and said no more.

The old man was also a little embarrassed at this time, he was a top expert in magic, but for the level of technology, his knowledge reserve may not be as good as that of a junior high school student.

Although the old man had never believed in pureblood, unlike Voldemort's kind who was extremely disdainful of Muggles, as a learned master in the wizarding world, he was equally disdainful of Muggles and Muggle things.

More than 300 years is just a flick of a finger for an old man who has lived in the world for more than 1,000 years. In the past 300 years, the human society in the outside world has undergone earth-shaking changes. The old man is a typical example of the wizard group who have not had time to change their outdated concepts.

In the old feudal society, for Muggles who fought for power all day long, the wizards who hid behind the scenes were a group of people who were at the forefront of learning. Just at the ideological level, it is a higher realm.

But now?

Humanity has also reached this state, and they have come to the forefront of another kind of scholarship, which is called science. Moreover, the brilliant achievements that have been achieved are enough to attract the attention of wizards who can open their eyes to the world.

However, most wizards today look at humans from the outside world and are still immersed in the stereotypes of the past. The wizarding community, which has closed their eyes to the outside world, has always believed that Muggles are stupid and that Muggle society is stupid. With the exception of a handful of Muggle-born wizards and, like Arthur Weasley, a few pure-blood wizards, few were willing to take the initiative to learn all about the technological society.

This has its historical roots.

Having studied the history of the wizarding world, men are well aware of this.

Since the death of the ancestral bloodline group in the Middle Ages due to years of divine wars, the sorcerer group in the sacrificial class has lost the top pressure, and by continuing the unfinished divine war of the gods, they have begun to fight for power and profit for themselves. Then, the relatively small number of wizards was defeated by ordinary people who were tired of endless wars and took revenge.

So, in order to protect themselves, wizards had to research the magic of shielding Muggles, switch careers to academic research, and live in peace.

After that, most ordinary people passively forget everything about magic. Only a few legends about magic have survived to the present day, and have evolved into entertainment works in modern society, only in novels, animations, film and television dramas, and are not recognized by mainstream voices.

This has led to a split between the wizarding world and the technological community.

The two are in a state of information asymmetry on both levels of magic and technology.

However, tonight, right now, this state was broken for the first time.

As the man explained to the old man, an exclamation broke out in the American LIGO laboratory, which was thousands of miles away.

"It can't be!"