Sworn allegiance

Behind the big bed woven of grass and silk vines, someone knocked on the floor.The whole tree house immediately swirled, the vines twisted and twisted, and a circular gap opened on the top of the head.Sunlight falls into the room from the hole, and the floating dust is clearly visible.

Gojo looked around and found that the tree house was built exquisitely and stylishly, which was completely different from the paper-made tourist attractions in the Turin forest.The air is filled with a light herbal fragrance, the mist is milky white, and the thick green with luxuriant branches flows into the window.

And the voice he just heard came from behind the house.Someone came out from the shadows, with a pocket watch lying in the palm of his hand, and the dial lined with gold and silver rings reflected the sunlight, so Wujo was the first to see that hand.

Well, as far as personal experience is concerned, it's hard not to look bad at someone with such long hands - five conclusions.He was already standing on the floor, and his shoes and socks were missing. The soles of his feet were in close contact with the dark brown wood grain, but the wood chips that should prick his feet were pressed flat and intact, without roughness.

The whole house does not look like a temporary residence, and it is not surprising that it is tens or hundreds of years old.

At this time, the owner of the pocket watch also walked into the sun, revealing a pale face.He was surrounded by a pitch-black cloak, with only a touch of blue on the collar pin.Wutiao looked him up and down, but the other party didn't make a sound, his eyes and hair were like crow's feathers.

That gaze lightly fell on the prince's face, and seemed to be looking at a farther place through him.

"Are you the prince of Voge?" He said Wutiao's second sentence after waking up, "Name?"

This is not a question at all.Wutiao could hear the certainty in his voice, perhaps even asking questions was just a basis to confirm whether others were lying.The young prince couldn't be bothered to pretend, so he simply replied loudly: "The name is Gojo Satoru—that tyrant engraved it on the petri dish, why do I have to go to hell to ask him for this?"

The other party didn't nod or shake his head, his jaw moved slightly, as if he was chewing on the extremely convoluted name spoken by Voge.

At noon, the sunlight falling from the skylight is even more golden.The clouds were smudged so that it was unreal, as if Poontar accidentally knocked over a pot of honey again, the sauce dripped into the fiber texture of the tablecloth, and the whole sky was covered with warm light gold.

In this distorted silence, Wujo suddenly heard a word.

It is neither long nor short, exactly three syllables, but it does not belong to any language family known on the Sid continent.The man's words were transparent and clear, and the ending sound was slightly elongated, and the letters flew up lightly, and slipped away in a breeze.

Five doubts: "This is... my name?"

The other party stared at him with dark eyes, but did not give an answer: "It is the language of angels. It is translated as 'God' in the folklore of the Northland; scholars in the Central and South Regions have given completely different explanations. Since you are the prince of Voge, you must I've heard about it."

After finishing speaking, he repeated that wonderful three-syllable word again, this time speaking in a hurry and quickly, as if he was afraid of being snatched away by others.

Gotjo narrowed his eyes, and read the word as it was from memory. He felt that the language in it was like colorful gummy candy in a child's hand—the main ingredient is slightly bitter, but the aftertaste is sweet after melting.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter what these things are." He put aside the topic, raised his finger and pointed to the endless vast jungle outside the window, "First explain clearly: who are you, where am I, and what do you want me to do?"

The man walked to the window and looked in the direction of the five fingers.He seemed to be lost in the milky white morning mist, his brows and eyes were distant and clear, and he had a very strong oriental appearance.

"Xia Youjie, please call yourself whatever you want." He turned to Wutiao again, his eyes wandering past the young prince, "This is the Great Forest of Ivicat. The third celestial sphere convergence has begun, and I need you here to avoid the limelight , and return to Woge after the Protoss stabilizes."

The Great Ivekat Forest is located at the junction of Vogo and Abyss Sea. It is shrouded in dense fog all year round and has a high concentration of sacred power.Wujo has only seen this place in the travel letters of adventurers from all walks of life. It is said that there are countless demon species that came to Sid Continent when the celestial and sphere first converged. The degree of danger is self-evident.

Wujo looked outside suspiciously, and found that with the tree house as the axis, although the fog was indeed shrouded in all directions, it was by no means a vicious place.He was very confident in his own judgment, so he asked, "Then, Mr. Xia You, could you please explain in detail?"

The man nodded and put the pocket watch back into his wallet.He snapped his fingers lightly, and the next moment, the soles of five feet were suspended in the air, and in the blink of an eye, they were engulfed by the overwhelming sunshine.

They moved to the outside of the tree house in an instant, and each of them occupied a chair. There was an orthodox round dessert table in front of them, and a parasol above their heads.Xia You poured the tea naturally, and Wutiao realized that there was even an exquisite refreshment for two on the table.

"Use it slowly." He pushed the strawberry mousse in front of Wujo, tapped the porcelain plate with his index finger, and his skin color was half a degree darker than the plate.Wujo looked down subconsciously, and was pleasantly surprised to find that this thing perfectly matched the taste—it seemed simple, but it was mixed with a lot of unheard of fillings, almost tailored to his taste buds.

As a Grand Prix of the Knights Templar, he shouldn't let his guard down in the unknown—especially when a mysterious food from a suspicious wizard living in a tree house is offered, and it would be foolish to accept it.

But Gotjo swallowed the first bite of cake without much hesitation, and began to gobble it up in an elegant and regular manner: the nurturing nurse was repeatedly shocked by his habit of behavior that was extremely inconsistent with reality, but she couldn't pick it up due to etiquette. Make a mistake and give up.

Anyway, thanks to the hard work of the old tyrant, his body is said to be invulnerable to all kinds of poisons, and magic and herbs of any nature are almost ineffective.

Wutiao ate with relish, and suddenly a laugh came from the opposite side.He looked up, just in time to see the fleeting smile on Xia You's face.

This is the first laugh since we met.The man is very good at measuring, no more, no less, and the arc and fine lines are always wrapped in an intriguing sense of mystery.Even though he has experienced many battles like five articles—he had to succumb to the beauty within half a second, and decided to listen to the other party for the time being.

The prince put down the knife and fork reservedly: "Then, can you explain the matter from beginning to end completely?"

Xia You took a sip of tea, and the smile quickly disappeared without a trace.

"As I said before, the third celestial sphere has come together." He put his fingers together, and the left and right fingertips touched, and the light and shadow slid down his cheeks through the pyramid-shaped gesture, and some small, triangular light and dark areas were born.

It is different from 600 years ago and the same as 600 years ago.Wujo had imagined this scenario - the overall level of divine power in Sid Continent skyrocketed, followed by the appearance of Protoss, and the dragon disaster that had never happened in a thousand years came again.Everything may be an announcement, all suffering and resurrection, a harbinger of disaster.

He asked, "Not lying?"

"I'm not lying." Xia You let go of her hand, and brought the teacup to her lips.Then the pyramid collapsed, and the triangular light spot was upgraded into a complete circle.His outline was finally as sharp as it should be, like a hunting knife: a hunting knife that has been drying out all season in a blizzard.

The intersection of the celestial spheres means that two worlds that should not interfere with each other collide and merge, the sky is torn apart, the barrier between the worlds is shattered, destroyed by gravitational and repulsive forces, and finally annihilated at the same time.

In the meantime, the protoss bred from the void will wreak havoc on the branches of the world, causing creatures from the Dark Continent to continue to fall into Sid Continent.The cracks continue to expand, and will eventually lead to the God of Demon Seeds entrenched in the depths of the Dark Continent—by then, no matter whether Sid Continent exists or not, it will be completely destroyed.

The first celestial and sphere confluence was only a thousand years ago, and the second time was the chaos of the demon species 600 years ago.If you really want to count, the time intervals will only become more and more frequent.

Thinking of the dragon disaster in the capital, Wujo straightened his finished teacup: "Okay. Anyway, it doesn't matter to me whether the world is destroyed or not. Let whoever cares."

"That's not what I care about..." He leaned forward, propped his hands on the edge of the table, his eyes almost stuck to the tip of Xiayou's nose, "It's you. Tell me about yourself?"

Wujo used to use his own eyes.His six eyes full of divine power can always make people dizzy, like a shattered sky, with many bright and wanton fragments stuck in the snow—in a word, they are a pair of eyes that are full of brilliance.

But this cannot stop the surging azure within.Those colors almost popped out of his eyes, and they all fell into Xia You's eyes, allowing him to accept it frankly, but the dark gray in his eyes slowly rolled up a rough white edge.

He seemed to be severely scalded by sparks, and smiled bitterly: "I'm just a wizard."

An ordinary wizard living in a treehouse in Ivicat?Wujo loves to be contradicted by others, only in this way can he argue back: "Just a wizard? Is the wizard who can predict the intersection of the celestial and the sphere now so bad?"

"In any case, the dragon disaster means that the protoss is still in great disorder. The capital is the hardest hit area. If you go back rashly, you may be swallowed by space cracks on the way." Xia You avoided the topic.

He clapped his hands lightly, and the tea table, parasol and chairs disappeared in an instant.They were standing on the empty grass again.

The courtyard surrounded by forests is very delicate, with flowers and herbs planted everywhere, and vines woven into many large utensils.A large area of ​​thick green is spread out, cut off by rose red, ice blue and crimson purple, forming a small garden that does not seem to be realistic.When the wind blows, the tree house and courtyard are flooded with soft colors, as if breathing regularly.

Taking a panoramic view of the scenery, Wujo admitted that he was pleased by the other party's aesthetics.He curled his lips and muttered, "Then why did you 'coincidentally' appear near the palace, and 'coincidentally' save me?"

This time, the wizard gave the answer: "Because of an agreement."

The robe was lifted by the wind, and the five inadvertently caught a glimpse of the cyan stone bracelet on his left wrist—for a short moment, the prince suddenly felt heart palpitations for no reason, the sound of rock formations loosening came from deep in his chest, and a dazzling edge protruded from the darkness.

But he was quickly attracted by the look on Xia You's face, and recovered from the trance-like trance.The wizard looked at him again, his eyes were dead silent, as if the people inside had already been burned to ashes, leaving only this empty shell.

The color of patronizing him has disappeared, and Wu Tiao frowned, intending to break the suffocation that enveloped the woodland, so he answered, "Since you can't leave, what do you want me to do?"

Xia You looked away and sighed lightly.He grabbed the left sleeve and pulled down the piece of white fabric, loosening his fingers several times.After a long time, the wizard finally covered Lan Youyou's gemstone on his wrist, his brows slightly raised, and his expression softened again.

He said: "It will take at least a month for the protoss to stabilize, so you should live here first."

This is what Wujo waits for.A powerful wizard who has never appeared in the territory of Volgo - such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to observe, isn't it more wonderful than the destruction of the world?

"Then please!" He stamped the lawn with his bare feet, amused by the soft touch, "One month is one month!"

In this way, Gojo Satoru stayed in the small tree house where he woke up, and experienced a rare day of "managing life with divine power".All furniture, daily necessities, food, and clothing are all realized by magic, so that after eating the same "sliced ​​bread" for the seventh time, Wutiao's fist hardened, and he ran to Xiayou's study and knocked on the door.

The wizard, who had been bored in the study for a long time after the prince stayed, opened the door with a dazed expression on his face.Wutiao asked him to "improve the food" loudly, Xia You listened to the appeal carefully, and with a big wave of his hand, he really conjured up a kitchen.

Not to mention, all kinds of utensils are available, it is really a shining model kitchen.

—nothing but a dish.

"Drink the northwest wind and starve to death!" Wutiao said harshly, rolled up his sleeves and walked away.He used local materials and used the two hundred cooking skills learned by the Knights to change the sliced ​​bread into toast on the spot.

That's it for lunch.Whenever his teeth came into contact with the crispy and crispy flour structure, Wutiao would let out a long, half-truthful sigh—he ate it right next to the door of the study, and deliberately manipulated the air flow with divine power to send the aroma of scallion oil into the crack of the door.

It's a pity that Xia You has never been moved.Wujo hadn't even seen him eat much, and the eccentric and knowledgeable Templar wanted to go back to the Royal Library to check the information immediately to see if this person was a Roland Vine with no brains at all, who could live by basking in the sun and drinking water every day?

He couldn't think of an answer, and Xia You never wanted to give any answer.The wizard largely avoided meeting Wutiao, and all the necessary items would appear at the door of the room on time as if reading his mind, but he did not say hello and did not say a word.

That being the case, Wujo temporarily shelved his plan to learn about wizards.In the days of fighting wits with pots and pans, he turned to try to figure out the general appearance of this courtyard.