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Dream world.
The world behind the gate of truth. . .
The information of the ancient era condensed into a city, which recorded every house, bell tower, workshop, and shop in the former city of Anjo.
Like an old photo.
There are thousands of Sanye people on the photo; although all these people are gone, their shadows are all here.
Every bit and every drop here is formed by the powerful ghost power.
An extremely powerful special spirit body created this city in the form of a ghost advanced death monarch.
At this very moment.
A colorful flower branch fell from a height.
The flower branches penetrated the barrier of time frame little by little, and fell into the ancient city.
Everything in the old photos also moved with the falling of colorful flower branches.
It's like pressing the play button.
In the San An District of Anjo City, in a small three-story building near the city wall.
Asay put on close-fitting clothes, held a cane and put on a hat.
He straightened his chest in front of the mirror, and carefully looked at himself in the mirror.
"really not bad."
Just like the people in the big cities that I yearned for when I was a child, those full-fledged nobles.
Since childhood, he has been a proud person.
And now he finally put on this suit proudly, walking on the busiest avenue with his head held high.
After studying with the old priest in the shrine of Rolling Stone Town for two years, he finally seized an opportunity and became the priest of the Ice Ritual Shrine in Anjo City with his outstanding talent.
In a few years, even if he can't make further progress in the Ice Ritual Temple, at least he can enter other important institutions of power in Anjo City.
It is even possible to be independent and open a ritual workshop to produce various miracles.
Anyway.
No matter what, a better life and future are beckoning to him.
Asay came down the stairs on the second floor.
Downstairs, the mother was urging the maid to prepare the food, seeing that the maid was not agile and went to battle herself.
However, Asai walked down without any plans to eat, and just yelled a word and was about to walk away.
"I am going out."
Seeing A Sai's behavior, the mother rushed over and grabbed A Sai's collar by the nape of his neck.
A Sai's feet stagnated, and he leaned back.
The aristocratic style is gone, and he has become a mud monkey struggling under the hands of his mother in a small town in the countryside.
His mother grabbed his hand and dragged him back.
"Why are you going out? Have you eaten yet?"
A Sai's mother dragged A Sai hard, insisting that he finish his breakfast.
A Sai felt that this was too troublesome: "There are also outside, why do you have to do it at home?
Mother stood and watched A Sai eat: "They ask for money outside."
A Saiman didn't care: "I have money."
His mother glared at him: "If you have money, you have to save money."
The mother watched A Sai begin to eat honestly, and finally turned and left.
But she immediately noticed Asay's cane.
Mother took his cane and tapped it on the ground a few times, just like a blind man on the side of the road looking for the way.
"It's not like I'm blind, and I'm not in my late 80s, and I'm still on crutches."
Asay told his mother: "That's not a cane, it's the newest cane in town, used by nobles and scholars alike."
After finishing speaking, he waved his hand: "You don't understand."
Anyway, his mother disliked him very much: "I can't understand the people in this city."
Asai was eating, while turning his head to look at his mother who walked into the room.
The mother was carefully wrapping the money A Sai gave her, and put it in a small box, and she was trying to find a place to hide it.
With that cautious look, he was afraid that the money would be stolen by others.
A Sai raised his voice and said, "The thieves are really coming in, you can find them wherever you hide."
"Besides, where are there so many thieves.
But the mother looked serious: "I used to live in Rolling Stones, and we had nothing, so no one will steal it!"
"It's different now."
"When you have money, thieves will definitely come."
Asay Shakenbsp; And his longing for his mother cannot be given by these illusions.
The sun shines into the house.
Asai was sitting at the table and was writing something, writing vigorously on the cloth with a pen.
The mother leaned over and asked Asai, "Who are you writing to?"
A Sai turned his head and said with a smile, "Here you are!"
Asay wrote several letters, which were divided into several scrolls.
He walked into the yard and threw the letter into the tree hole of the rainbow tree.
Colorful fluorescent lights surround it, and petals fall into the air.
The letter in the tree hole also disappeared.
Asay looked up at the sky.
"If you can receive it."
"Just tell me!"
Following these words, everything around him slowly dissipated.
From this hut like a paradise, to the street outside.
And then to the whole city.
Those familiar and unfamiliar people disappeared into the void one by one.
at last.
Only Asai was left¡ª¡ª
? Dreamland Continent.
In the stationery fairyland, the fairy who is on duty today is San Rafael.
This somewhat sloppy fairy was sitting under the tall rainbow tree, the paper airplanes in the sky were spinning one by one, and finally landed on her hand.
"Chirp!"
The fairy Saint Raphael held the paper airplane and flew it out.
Throwing it into the tree hole.
Every time one flew out, she still had to imitate the sound of breaking the wind in her mouth.
This is a sense of ritual.
The rainbow tree radiated light again, and several special letters were delivered to her.
St. Raphael was very curious and picked up the letters.
"A letter from a god? The god of truth and knowledge?"
"Isn't it paper?"
"Is this the first time you have seen a letter in this style?"
The fairy looked at a few scrolls, feeling a little distressed.
"But how to fold it into a paper airplane?"
In fact, it can be delivered without being folded into a paper airplane, but San Raphael always feels that that kind of flying is soulless, and that kind of delivery is not dreamy enough.
In the end, she decided to send it over herself.
Just right.
The destinations of these letters are all fantasy star seas.
The fairy in the forest travels through the fantasy star sea, looking for the corresponding recipient, the corresponding dream of life.
The fairies in the forest themselves are dream races, and they are like fish jumping into the sea in this fantasy land.
But it's weird.
She found the first few, but couldn't find the last one.
"Is there no such person?"
"Why can't I find it?"
"Could it bethe god of truth and knowledge got it wrong?"¡ª¡ª
Inside the door of truth.
A Sai, the god of truth and knowledge, had a dream, and the power of the dream came from the God of Creation, dragging him into a dreamland.
A Sai did not refuse, he was willing to do so.
dreaming.
He dreamed of the captain of the St. Ann District Security Team, he dreamed of his student Colin, and he dreamed of the family of the ointment shop owner.
He dreamed of many people and saw colorful dreams of life.
But only.
Did not dream of his mother.
He went from anticipation, to loss, to doubt.
At this time, a beautiful girl with black hair and a wreath appeared in the dream.
The girl told him: "I didn't find the recipient, did you make a mistake?"
"If you make a mistake, vote again next time!"
After speaking, the girl disappeared.
Asai opened his eyes.
A powerful force spread along the void, and the door of truth opened with a bang.
"Buzz~"
The two huge doors were pushed slowly, making a roaring sound of friction.
A huge transparent shadow appeared inside the Gate of Truth, and then slowly condensed into a figure in a black dress. It was a young man with a hat and a cane in his hand.
Groups of ghosts of the Polik family appeared in front of the gate of truth and knelt down facing the young man.
"The Polik family."
"My highest homage to the great God of truth and knowledge."
Polik looked at the young man with unparalleled fanaticism in his eyes.
"God Asay."
"You finally finally woke up."
"You are the incarnation of truth, the most polymath, and the god who seeks truth."
"We are willing to follow your footsteps and pursue the eternal truth."
"until."
"The end of time."p; "Highest homage to the great God of truth and knowledge."
Polik looked at the young man with unparalleled fanaticism in his eyes.
"God Asay."
"You finally finally woke up."
"You are the incarnation of truth, the most polymath, and the god who seeks truth."
"We are willing to follow your footsteps and pursue the eternal truth."
"until."
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