The crack on the wall was less than the length of a pencil at first, but after it was observed, it quickly began to expand, and Jenkins vaguely heard a sound similar to glass breaking.
A powerful suction came from the depths of the endless white light, and Professor Burns and Miss Audrey quickly took a step back. Jenkins held his cat in one hand and his cousin in the other, watching the gap widen until it became a white light door with irregular edges enough for the two of them to pass through.
"Don't worry, we'll be back soon."
He said loudly in the wind generated by the suction, and then stepped into the gate of the Paradise together with the lady beside him.
In the white light is a grotesque illusion that will never be understood, and when his feet finally set foot on the ground, Jenkins was forced to let go of Chocolate and Sigrid, and knelt on one knee on the soft soil, covering his stomach with one hand to prevent myself from spitting it out.
The last meal was a birthday dinner, he ate a little too much and drank a lot of wine. Coupled with the strong sense of discomfort caused by the spatial transfer, Jenkins almost really wanted to pollute the land under his feet.
It was a little cold around, and what was even colder was the raindrops falling from the sky and hitting his body continuously. In the church, I was sweating a little because of the summer temperature, and my pores were open. Now my body hadn't had time to adapt to the new environment at all, so it was violently shocked by the raindrops. Jenkins shivered, feeling like he might catch a cold.
The caught cat didn't like being wet in the rain, so it quickly got into Jenkins' pocket, and Sigrid, who was beside him, was also tightly attached to Jenkins' right arm because of the cold. The rain was not too heavy, but for the two without umbrellas, it was no different from heavy rain.
The rain made Sigrid's blond hair stick tightly to the side of her face, and the water dripped down her hair.
Unsurprisingly, the two of them and the cat were in a shoal, with pebbles under their feet and a flowing stream in front of them. It seemed to be night all around, and there were no traces of stars or moon in the sky. Although it was a rainy day, there wasn't any trace of wind flowing in the air. Compared with Nolan's summer, the temperature was abnormally low. The environment was dreary and humid, which made people panic.
There seems to be a forest behind the two, but because the visibility is very low, they can only vaguely see dead branches like the fingers of the witch in the story stretching out to the shallows. Jenkins shook his head, telling Sigrid not to look back. Obviously, the darkness behind represents the border of the delusion, which is his experience.
There is obviously no light around, but the sparkling stream is still reflecting the light from nowhere. With the reflection of the water surface, Jenkins struggled to look around in the rain, and finally found a person in a gray robe sitting on the other side of the flowing stream. He almost merged with the darkness.
But Jenkins did not immediately walk to the bank of the stream not far away with Sigrid, but said to the girl leaning on him:
"It's inconvenient to talk about some things just now. Now there are only two of us left. You can ask."
The blonde girl shivered from the cold, and Jenkins belatedly realized that her physical fitness was not as strong as his own, so he raised his right hand and wanted to draw a big umbrella out of nothing. But [reading and writing] just started, and it automatically stopped. Jenkins looked suspiciously at the sky above the falling rain. The rules of this strange world seemed to prohibit him from doing so.
"I only have one question. As long as I answer this question, I think I will understand everything—who are our ancestors?"
The nun of the Church of Nature didn't notice Jenkins' movement, but asked in a trembling tone. Jenkins then wanted to call out his gifted fire to bring some warmth to the two of them, but the flame retreated automatically as soon as it emerged from the surface of the body.
This situation is the same as [reading] does not work, not that it cannot be used, but that it is prohibited when used.
"Our ancestors were priests of the World Tree."
Jenkins whispered in her ear, and the two seemed to be back in their Mirror World adventure, as it seemed to be the case now. While speaking, Jenkins walked towards the stream with Sigrid. The only thing that is "glowing" in the whole strange land is the creek. According to past experience, this means that this adventure will be carried out by the stream.
"world Tree… "
Sigrid sighed softly, adapting to the environment here, and she quickly recovered. Noticing the indecent posture leaning against Jenkins, he naturally shifted his focus away from him.
"Yes, our ancestors are the world tree priests in the elf royal family. With this bloodline, even if we are only half-elves, we can have natural talents that ordinary elves do not have, and we can even rely on the power inherited in the bloodline to automatically learn elves language."
He nodded, his eyes fixed on the figure on the other side of the stream. That person should be the narrator of the rules of this strange situation. Generally speaking, it is best not to look directly at this kind of thing, otherwise it will cause mental harm. But unexpectedly, this time Jenkins didn't feel any discomfort, and even saw a lute in his arms.
"So this strange situation is the test of World Tree for us?"
Sigrid asked again, Jenkins didn't mention Juggernaut outside just now.
"No, it's not the world tree, it's... a higher existence than the righteous god."
The blond nun kept her mouth shut. She had never heard of such an existence, and she didn't know whether to believe it.
"It's hard to accept, but in fact, there are still worlds outside the material world that allow intelligent life to survive for a long time, but those worlds are often very strange and dangerous. The controllers of those worlds are more incomprehensible than the righteous gods. More powerful. I can't tell you their titles. You should understand that sometimes just a name or code name has extraordinary power. But I can tell you the belief of the elves, which is the existence of the one who gave us the test this time Title. Yes, that great one is often called the Lord of Flowers."
After the last sound was spoken, Jenkins faintly felt a gaze cast from a very high place, but that gaze disappeared when he raised his head. It's a bit like being watched by a sage, but the sage's gaze is gentler than this.
At the same time, red blood overflowed from the corner of Sigrid's mouth unconsciously, but the amount was not much, and it disappeared quickly in the rain.
The two are the priests of the World Tree and are loved by the flowers, so Jenkins dared to tell Sigrid the title of "Lord of Flowers".
"I probably understand."
After a moment of trance, the blond girl nodded, and learned a lot of information from that name that she shouldn't know.
So Jenkins stopped talking, and the two quickly came to the stream, but did not step on it, just stood on the pebble shoal, and then saw the man in gray robe on the other side pick up his lute, plucked the strings, let The sound of the piano broke through the sound of the rain, and finally began to sing in a low and elegant elf language.
The singing in the rain is unusually sad, but there is also a sense of vicissitudes from the ancient years. This is an elf poem that Jenkins has never heard:
"Old tales begin in the first blood,
first blood,
A sacred covenant is concluded under the tree.
When history becomes legend,
When legends become myths,
When myths are nothing but dust,
never change,
It's a story that flows.
The veins of the leaves show the time,
The markings on the bark let time flow.
There will always be a day,
again,
again,
Flowers bloom in the forest,
surging life,
Let the oldest giant tree stand in the world.
I come from the rain,
sing old stories,
Witness new myths. "
The voice was clearly male, so Jenkins was relieved. If it was a female voice, he would suspect that the Lord of Flowers might use that body to descend and talk to him at any time.
He was sure that, just as the sage never used a male body to walk in the material world, the Lord of Flowers would not use the body of a male elf to talk to him.
The gray-robed man also didn't have an umbrella, and after singing in the rain, he didn't raise his head, still letting his face be covered by the hood of his robe. He probably could use extra perception to know that the two people on the other side were approaching the stream, so he stopped singing and said to them:
"Although there is one more person than I thought, I welcome the arrival of the two of you, honorable people, it is my honor to be able to prepare for the test for you here."
He said it in a voice that sounded like he was reciting poetry, and Jenkins somehow felt that he had heard it before.
"Meow~"
The cat, bored in the pocket, tried to show its head, but Jenkins immediately pushed it back.
"Don't be nervous, there is no danger in this treacherous situation, and there is no possibility of failure. Although it is impolite to let the two of you get wet in the rain, this is not a rule I set, please forgive me. In addition, this time The paradox, all abilities, items, and rituals that have nothing to do with life are prohibited, this is the highest rule of this paradox, the two of you need to be patient."
Seeing that neither Jenkins nor Sigrid on the other side asked any questions, he stretched out his slender fingers hidden under his robe and pointed to the upstream of the stream:
"The rule is very simple. Next, there will be some corpses floating down from the upstream. Please pick them up from the water and bury them. I don't know how many corpses there are, but it shouldn't be too much trouble."
The sound of the rain is also very clear, making sure that both Jenkins and Sigrid can hear clearly. But Jenkins looked around at the pebble beach:
"Is it buried here, please?"
There might be dirt in the dark woodland behind him, but Jenkins didn't want to leave the glow of the stream.
"Yes, it's buried here. You only need to cover the surface of the corpse. This should be considered laborious."
Said the elf on the other side.
Jenkins looked at his cousin, and Sigrid shook his head at Jenkins, expressing that he had no doubts. So Jenkins has no problem. Seeing that the rain is quite heavy, he is a little embarrassed to consider whether to use the seeds to grow a tree to shelter from the rain.