She changed the subject.
"Even if I retreat."
"Even if I beg for mercy."
"Even if I promise you not to show up again and not to do anything that would hinder you, you still can't change this hopeless future, right?"
"Just like the most wonderful dream is just a dream, and the most cruel reality is still reality..."
"I can choose to obey you and fulfill this beautiful dream, giving you a seemingly happy ending. But one day this dream will have to end."
"It's just a matter of time."
"Why let the pain continue to the end of endurance..."
"Don't worry about it."
The silver-haired goddess raised her right hand.
The woman's eyelids twitched violently - she saw that as this movement occurred, the white shadow of a giant tree rose in the darkness from behind the goddess.
Swah——
The cut marks are reversed to white against a dark background.
The instigator of the dispute had already fled, leaving only the black-haired woman trembling below - and with a "puff" sound, she turned back into a blood crystal crow.
"What's wrong? What happened?"
Emily closed her eyes and blinked, and suddenly she found that her missing mother had returned.
The mysterious woman on the floor disappeared, and the person lying there became Teacher Crow.
What on earth is this——
"Aisun?"
Xia Yibing looked at his wife with a complicated expression.
"You don't want to..."
"What else can I do?"
Hitzfeld sighed, then turned and looked at the confused queen.
"Well, Alvin."
"Huh? I'm here!"
"The hope for the future may lie in your dreams..."
Chapter 58: Long Summer's Prayer (Two in One)
As the hot wind came, the spring of 1987 was over.
In the Port of Wien, people welcome a new day. Workers and sailors get up early in the dark to go to work, and only when the sky gets a little brighter will those happy clerical workers get up reluctantly and start preparing breakfast for themselves.
Look at the streets again - the roadsides are crowded with people waiting for the bus, the traditional profession of horse manure workers has been transformed into municipal cleaning, the noise of construction is everywhere, and you can hear the news broadcast of "Morning Radio" or "Wayne Telegraph" when you walk into any store.
[The route from the East Coast to Colossae has been opened for quite some time now. We are very happy to see that the bloodshed that was criticized in the past has been greatly reduced in the past half month...]
[Yes, but Ms. Akasha, since you invited me to your morning radio station, I have to tell the truth. I want to say that this is not entirely the credit of those departments. I also want to thank the shipping companies for their efforts in rectifying these practices...]
"Evans keeps saying weird things in the box. What does he mean? Who doesn't know that those companies are deliberately condoning robbery at sea?"
"Because it's controversial, dear~ I suggest you don't believe what he says, just treat it as if he is farting."
Idle old drunkards gathered in the bar early in the morning to listen to the radio. For them, this was much more convenient than waiting for the bards and wandering singers to get up.
The most important thing is that this service is very cheap. In this era when the price of a newspaper has risen to more than ten li, the pleasure they get from listening to the radio and then discussing and arguing about the content in the radio has surpassed that of squatting on the street to look at the scenery under skirts.
After all, it's summer.
A big city with a fast pace is undergoing cosmetic surgery almost every day. As the blood flowing through it, the crowd is also the most sensitive to the change of rhythm.
On a remote and unnoticed street, Hitzfeld was walking on the road holding his daughter's hand.
"Mother."
"how."
"Why do you suddenly want to come outside today?"
After walking and looking along the way, Emily wanted to say that she really enjoyed this kind of life... watching others busy with their lives while she could take a leisurely walk.
But you have to know that this is not normal. Normally, she should have early lessons at home. Her mother had mentioned before that she would be sent to a school outside when she was older. Her family education has always been very strict.
Usually, no matter how much she begged, she was not granted. This time, she suddenly offered to take her to play. Isn't this very abnormal?
Emily felt a little uneasy.
But compared to uneasiness, she was more troubled, always feeling like she had forgotten something.
What did you forget?
I have had similar feelings before, but they were mostly "forgetting where I put my toys" or "forgetting what I wanted to do last moment." Although I forgot, I was 100% sure that the thing was not important.
Unlike this time, she kept subconsciously wondering what she had forgotten, as if she should actually know that the thing was much more important than the toy that was pulled down.
"I just think we should spend more time together like this." Hitzfeld smiled at her, "It would be suffocating to stay at home all the time, right? Even if there is a lawn outside the house, it can't be called 'social experience' without people."
"Mom..." Emily squinted at her suspiciously, "I remember you were a great detective before?"
"Not really a great detective. What do you want to ask?"
"I remember when Mother Xia took me out to play, I could hear people talking about you every time I walked a distance. How come there is no such talk now?"
"Oh, that might be because... there have been too many new things recently, and everyone's attention has been drawn away, so naturally they won't discuss the past anymore."
"Is it really?"
"How else could it be?"
But mom, you are also the Count of Xiyang!
Emily curled her lips but didn't say this out loud.
There is no reason, just asking based on intuition.
Her intuition was warning her that if she said this, she would be in trouble.
Emily is a little too clever.
Hitzfeld touched her daughter's head. She couldn't let go of her soft black hair.
It's getting harder and harder to deceive. I don't know if she realized it herself, or if it's because she's my child and has a natural resistance to my power...
They spent the whole day touring the city, visiting several major attractions, and then came to the beach, took off their shoes and socks, went down to the shallows, and the mother and daughter bent down to pick out shells.
Emily is still a child at heart, and she will get tired after laughing and playing for a while.
The strange feeling and inexplicable uneasiness were covered up by fatigue. She was sleepy and tired, and fell asleep in her mother's arms.
slam-la-
The beach echoed with the sound of tides, accompanied by the cries of seabirds circling in the sky, and occasionally interspersed with the shouts of laborers on the curb and the whistle of ships. A few wisps of black smoke could be vaguely seen on the horizon.
Hitzfeld sat sideways holding Emily in his arms. The sunset gilded her outline, and her face turned dark and red under the reflection... She remained motionless, looking at the sea.
Xia Yibing had actually been observing them for a whole day, and she thought the picture was really beautiful... more beautiful than any oil painting or any work of art.
Yes, Hitzfeld used his "mysterious" privilege to erase all traces of her past existence more thoroughly.
Xia Yibing knew why she did this, and she did not object because she knew it was the best choice.
I want to go along too.
If none of us can come back, it would be better to stay in a sweet dream and sleep soundly than to discover this despairing truth through our story.
"Am I being selfish?"
Hitzfeld suddenly spoke.
"The future was unilaterally arranged for everyone... without even giving them the right to choose."
"I also… lied to Emily."
"After the deception, we want her to hold the truth alone and continue our work..."
"I am a bad mother for treating my daughter so cruelly."
Xia Yibing wanted to say that at most you just did something similar to Laurel, so what is there to feel guilty about?
I don't see you blaming Laurel after you reunited with her...
However, it is better not to say such words that will ruin the atmosphere.
Well……
Can't even think about it.
After all, they are actually gods.
As for making plans for the future... this was the best solution they agreed upon after discussing it.
It has been confirmed that the Temple of Sacrifices in Erwin's dream is actually the cage where the Sun Goddess imprisoned herself. The ultimate secrets sealed inside it may involve countless dimensions, planes, and worlds.
Although no one has ever entered, it can be guessed from the reaction of "Xunait Harry" that the Sun Goddess is still holding on, but she may have lost her self-awareness.
It’s a 327-year countdown.
That was the time she calculated that she thought she could stay awake, and when the countdown was over, she "fell asleep."
Ms. Harry was a single woman. After being caught and retreating, the remnants of the Eclipse gang in reality surfaced and turned themselves in.
...Only some of the "diehards" she called were still hiding. They were the real lunatics, and she said she was too lazy to care about them.
"This is the current list of the backbone of the Undead Fleet and a list of supplies."
When she reappeared, she thought she had presented a great gift.
"'You' seem to think that you can cleanse people's hearts with an iron fist? Hmph... Why don't we take a look at these monoculars and see who is secretly funding us."
"It's just a small thing." Hitzfeld took the monocular aside.
"Dreams are just dreams after all."
"Without transcendence, the suffering in dreams is meaningless."
"It still makes sense." Harry shook his head. "Just like you and me, we were also dreamers at the beginning, but we also found our true selves little by little through our own efforts."
"Without this step, how could we have come this far? So don't underestimate the little people in your dreams. One day, they will surprise even the gods who are high above you..."
"If I understand correctly, you want to cooperate with us?"
"My original plan was to wait for you to fill the Abyss with false history, and then find a way to induce you to open the Last Door." Harry smiled, "Although I have failed now, we don't have to be enemies."
"You want to be that thing and eat us, so we must be hostile."
"But that's the last step... I need 'you' to open the door before I can get in, and what 'you' want to do... opening the door is also the first step, right?"
"..."
"I can tell you how to open the door, and you also need me to provide you with information about what's inside. We can definitely reach a temporary cooperative relationship. As for the hostility... we can fight after the door is opened~"
Xia Yibing was not happy with the tone of the woman's voice, but if they wanted to realize that wish, they really needed to open the "last door" first.
That is the hidden prison door in the Temple of Sacrifice.
Open it and you will find Amen Harwin directly.
Of course...when you see Amen-Harwin, you will also face that thing directly.
In fact, "Schneit-Harry" also gave them a second option, that is, the two sides completely ceased fighting and did not interfere with each other.
Because the other side can afford to wait.
After awakening, her life span is no longer limited by her mortal body. No matter how long she waits, one day the prison will be broken from the inside, and terror will leap out of it.
Most people would probably choose this... Just like the future they are arranging for most people now, there is actually nothing wrong with living in a lie.
But the Shadow Night Goddess is different.
It's mainly because of Aisun Hitzfeld that they are different.
"I don't think His Majesty Harwin's words 'I will take care of it' were empty words."
