Vol 5 Chapter 283: story

() Memory is an advanced mental activity based on thinking.
It is also a drink.
This drink is very popular among high-level monsters, just like the drink that wizards like. It's just different from real wine, it's not made with honey or fruit, but made by the information flowing out of the warm human brain under the stimulation of the evil spirit.
The Master of the Mist likes this drink very much.
As the cook the Misty, Nikita is always preparing ingredients anytime and anywhere, so she has this jar of "memory"-this is the memory of the aboriginal people in the fantasy dreamland she collected, full of exotic flavors, because the fantasy The law difference between dream and reality, the banshee is not sure whether she can take the minds of the aboriginal people back, so she brewed these drinks in advance and put them in the jar.
Right now, this can of drink will be presented as a tribute to the temple in Uzza.
Fantasy dreamland is a world built on the basis of fantasy and dreamland. The deepest part of this world is the memory of thousands of creatures in the real world. Therefore, the can of drink enshrined by the banshee can be regarded as the world’s The origin will naturally gain the joy of the gods.
The priests are the mouthpieces, hands and feet of the gods.
The gods will express their joy through their own mouthpieces, and will distribute their rewards through their own hands and feet. Even if the high priest didn't like the evil offerings of the banshee, he would still be amiable under the watch of the gods.
"So," Grand Elder Attar concluded after patiently listening to the guests' requests, "You want to find a way home?"
The old man sat behind the ivory podium, staring at the young wizards and demons sitting next to the podium, with a wooden cup full of amber light beside him.
The young wizards nodded.
Nikita and Zhu Zhu did not nod, but they did not have the right to choose.
"Although the illusion is remote, it is not closed." Elder Attar seemed a little bit uncomprehending to understand the needs of the guests: "This world is often accidentally intruded by wanderers from outside the territory, and some people ride on white ships. Some people pass through the wild wilderness, and others come to this world through tree holes, through a clock, or even a mirror... But as long as you are not confused by the dreams and fantasy of this world, you still remember yourself It shouldn’t be difficult to go back."
As he said, he carefully looked at the eyes of several young wizards.
"Your eyes are still very clear, and you still know who you are." He nodded and raised the wine glass in his hand: "...So, go back from where you came from, how come to this world, how to return to the original World... I wish the journey a smooth journey."
Zheng Qing looked at Xiao Xiao, then at Jiang Yu, fingers playing with his cat's tail unconsciously. The tip of his tail struggled hard between his fingers, apparently disliked the game.
Finally, he smiled reluctantly at Elder Attar who was sitting behind the ivory podium.
"There was a little accident," the young public student cleared his throat, trying to explain in a tactful way: "Because of some irresistible reason, we had to release a powerful magic... In that enchanting forest... and then accidentally ruined my tree hole."
"And my water eyes." Xiao Xiao added sternly.
The cat ears between Jiang Yufa drooped carefully.
Zheng Qinggan laughed twice: "Yes, and his eyes...that is to say, there was no way for us to come to this world at that time. I need your help to find a new way."
"A new way." The old man picked up the wooden cup at hand, seeming to want to moisten his throat with wine, but in the end he just dipped his lips and put it down again.
"And it must be wide enough and big enough," Xiao Xiao glanced at Zheng Qing and added: "Because of some indescribable reasons, some of our members have become bloated, and ordinary tree holes cannot be drilled through. That... my water eye was burst after a wrong attempt."
"That was just an accident." Zheng Qing muttered, and the sight of the rune spear in his hand was aimed viciously at the female demon beside him.
Nikita blinked innocently.
"The physique that can burst a passage is no longer a'bloated' to describe it. Hey. This is really a problem." Elder Attar shook his head: "The road is the road. I want to find a way for everyone. Dao, it’s not that easy..."
"So we hope to get your help."
The old man's gaze passed over the shoulders of the young wizards, over the empty and tall auditorium, over the exquisite murals, lively streets, and vast wilderness, and finally landed on a tall mountain.
Then he retracted his gaze, looked at the guests in front of him gently, and told a short story:
"A long, long time ago, there was a farmer who built a small house in a clearing. After the house was built, he felt that the front and the back of the house were a little empty, so he opened up a small garden... because the house was built in a remote area. In this place, no neighbors bothered, so the farmer didn’t fence his little garden."
"Then spring has arrived."
"The garden is full of flowers of various colors, red, yellow, and pink. The flowers attract bees and buzz; the bees attract grass sperm and flower sperm, play with them, and flower sperm. They also like to trade honey with bees with the delicious stuffed with dew."
"Then again, the mouse that steals honey comes, the weaver who catches flower sperm comes, the wild boar who likes to chew peony...the food chain in nature is always intertwined. When the wild boar appears in the garden, the tiger and the wild The wolf is not far away."
"One day, after returning from the field, the farmer found his garden was in a mess."
"Colorful flowers fell to the ground, and the dead bees and flower sperm dyed the soil with emerald green ~EbookFREE.me~A wild boar was still panting, refusing to close his eyes, but a tiger supported his belly. Round, lying under the sun like a cat snoring."
"The farmer pierced the tiger to death with a fork, and then spent the whole night setting up the fence and smearing the tiger's blood and bones on the fence to warn those prying eyes deep in the forest."
"In this way, the garden was calm again."
"But the existence of the fence is just a silent warning. It can't stop those guests who really want to come to the garden to see the flowers. The bee shakes its wings and flies over the fence; the mouse digs a hole in the ground and enters the garden. There were a few storms. After that, the tiger blood and tiger bones smeared on the fence disappeared, and the new wild boar arched the fence again..."
Zheng Qing listened carefully to the story told by the old man.
The story is very simple, combined with the situation of the dream world, it is not difficult for the wizard to judge the identities of the garden, the fence, and the guests who came without notice. But it is precisely because of this that makes him even more confused.
Do they have to wait for a new wild boar to open the fence before they can leave this beautiful garden?