Atlas Double Star Book

The cliff has not yet awakened, he climbed up, and saw the earth stretching in the brilliance.

The scholar turned his horse around, determined not to go to Ityr, but headed east into the Balder Mountains, and then followed the mountains all the way south to the Academy.In fact, Pelias also had doubts. Could this decision be regarded as cheating Neil again?What if the kid came to the library to look for him?That's the problem, if Neil shows him the wound, or is as reckless as yesterday... Peleas can't be sure that he won't waver.This is what he is most afraid of. If Neil persists, he may compromise again and again.

And, thinking of that kiss...

Peleas lowered his head.He is weak and he knows it.

In front of Neil, he is just a broken pottery, memory is thrown behind like a stone, creating a heavy body.

"People like me..."

Venus emerges, shallowly stacked under the silk-like morning glow, a kind of gaze attracts nostalgia.Pelias rubbed his eyes, since he has made up his mind, he must not be cowardly.As for the future, scholars do not want to think about it.

When the sun was not too high, Peleas found a shady place to rest his feet. Riding for a long time was indeed a kind of torture. His palms were sore and his legs were sore.It turned out that he often took the Duke's car when he went out, or rented a car.He raised this horse a year ago, thinking that he would be able to move easily with a horse, but now Pelias felt that his thinking was too simple, and riding was exhausting, and he couldn't ride on horseback like the knights. Run around for a long time.He can only ride for a while, walk for a while, and ride again.The scholar sighed and ate the apples and eggs he brought to replenish his strength.But the apples were not sweet, and he was a little sad.

Maybe get company with other travelers...?Pelias quickly dismissed the idea, it would be better to stay on horseback and suffer than to deal with strangers.After getting back on the road, the scholar carefully avoided all passers-by.Hein used to joke about him, saying that when he became a mentor, he would hide in the closet when he heard the approaching footsteps of the students, like a frightened cat.

Walking to the mountainside, Peleas suddenly heard shouts.There was a mill not far away, and three or five people gathered, looking very anxious.Peleas endured it, unable to help them himself.But after taking two steps, he turned back again.

People were in a state of desperation when they suddenly saw a light-haired man approaching, and they all ran away in panic. They had all heard about the actions of the white-haired barbarians of the ice field who plundered the village.

"Go away! You won't be allowed to mess around here!" The mistress of the mill picked up the whip to drive the donkey.

Of course, Peleas knew people's fear. The silver hair was too unsightly, so he should use spells to dye it black.This time Neil was not around, so no one would dissuade him.

It turned out that the waterwheel fell over and pinned down a boy.The boy screamed in pain, and the men tried to lift the water wheel together.The mage stepped forward and chanted a passage, and the people's shoulders were suddenly assisted by strong winds, and they lifted the waterwheel easily.The mistress of the mill cried and hugged Peleas' knees, begging the mage to save her son. The boy had just been engaged a week ago, but today he suddenly had an accident while repairing the watermill.

Peleas was about to agree, and suddenly asked: "Do you and your son believe in the Son of Green Eyes?"

The woman was startled, and looked at the silver-haired mage in panic.

"I do not heal people of that religion," said Peleas, "I will never forgive such people."

People around looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing what the mage was probing.The teenager has a broken tibia, which is not difficult for Peleas.Looking at the young man who fainted from the pain, he shook his head: "Forget it, I don't want to know either."

The boy woke up humming, and the mother held the boy tightly in her arms, as if the child was only three years old.People around applauded, whistled and cheered, and praised the mage one after another.As more and more people gathered, Peleas could only stare at the ground.A washerwoman insisted on asking him to see what was wrong with the child who cried all night.Hearing some scholars and adults pass by, several old women with thick waists and round backs came running from some narrow alley or backyard, vying to ask Peleas: the goats are not producing milk, and the pregnant daughter-in-law has a high fever. Returning, losing the key, asking for a few cupronickel coins for good luck... Surrounded by strangers, the scholar was nervous and at a loss.He didn't know how to politely refuse these rude and friendly hands, just about to say that he had something to do, but his tongue got stuck again when he said it.Peleas thought of the village he used to live in, and it was the same at that time. People needed him and feared him... It's just that he hasn't been with so many people for a long time.Peleas responded to all questions that could be resolved as soon as possible, and kept as silent as possible.The old women were overjoyed and gave the mage some hard bread and dried fish.

A boy heard that a gentleman scholar was coming, and he ran up and asked, "Sir, do you know where the green ghost came from?"

"Green Ghost?"

The boy said that he was guarding the orchard in the east. On several frosty nights, he could see the green fluorescent light passing through the valley from a distance, swimming like fish, and he could also hear the voices of crying people.At first he was just afraid, the light seemed to be breathtaking, even though he got under the quilt and shivered with his head covered, he could still feel the green light looking at him.But nothing happened in the next few days, and he was no longer afraid. Instead, he was able to climb up the treetops and watch the green light move silently.That is beautiful, the boy felt vaguely, so he came to ask the mage.

Migrating green light... Peleas thought of something, thought that winter was coming, and he confirmed it.He asked the boy the direction of the green light, determined to go there.

The mage left, but the boy didn't ask why, and was very depressed.He told the story to the villagers, but none of them knew about it.

Following the guidance of the "Polaris" on the warlock's wristband, Peleas headed southeast. He was sure that he could catch up with the magical green light and meet the herders.Over the mountains, carefully walk sideways down the steep slopes with jagged rocks, and then rest by the stream to drink horses.When he encountered any traces of monsters, he would record them down. Be careful along the way, because the monsters must also be chasing the green light going south.

Peleas sat, broke the hard bread and ate it with cold water. The setting sun turned into streams and scattered among the mountains, and the burning clouds filled the sky like scattered thoughts.

He was a little happy, how long had it been since he traveled alone like this?When he was young, he envied the warlocks, who had the ability to travel between mountain towns all day long, build tree houses and kill wild beasts that attacked at night.After all, the use of spells must consume the "roster", which is equivalent to shortening the lifespan, so warlocks only use it when necessary.He can't do it himself, his physical strength is not good, and his swordsmanship is not good.When he was an apprentice, he had to ask Hein to help him cheat in order to pass the fencing exam.

"Ah...so, people always yearn for things they can't get..." Peleas smiled wryly, planning to take a nap before continuing on his way. It is especially easy to observe green light at night.

Just then, some animal on the bank of the river called softly to him.Peleas turned his head and saw a small otter with round eyes lying on a rock not far away.The little guy was fluffy, with a shaking beard, staring at him intently.

The scholar thought it was cute, so he broke a piece of bread.The little guy cautiously went to the bread and sniffed it, then jumped back to the middle of the river.Pelias was a little depressed: "I'm disgusted... If it was Neil, I would definitely feed it with better things."

After dinner, the scholar put on his cloak again and continued to follow the direction guided by the "North Star" on his wrist.

The river was flowing quietly, the loaf of bread was blown left and right by the wind, and the otter emerged from the water, staring at the bushes with two bright eyes.Because it heard a voice, a strange voice.

Something came out of the bushes, and it was so frightened that it dived back into the water with only its eyes showing.

Two giant wolves as big as cows walked along the river bank, their eyes were blood red, they were by no means created by nature.There was a human riding on the monster, and two men in animal skins looked around. Their light white braids were too eye-catching in the dark, typical icelanders.The two men are physically strong, and their thick fur clothing shows that they are from the north. With obsidian axes on their backs and crossbow arrows hanging from their waists, they are obviously warriors.

The giant wolf passed by, lowering its head to sniff the bread on the rocky beach.One of the barbarian men picked up the bread and sniffed it, then bit it with his teeth.He talked to his companion for a few words, and pointed to the southeast.

After the predators had left, the otter carefully returned to the shore, shaking his whiskers.It shook its fur, and the monster's rancid body odor made it sneezed.Suddenly the flock of birds startled, it looked up and saw thousands of birds passing by, like the shadow of the earth cast on the evening mist.

Flocks of birds, raised spears, fly over the high wall that stood here 1000 years ago, the metropolis is at ease, but the tide is still uneasy.

She woke up, not knowing whether it was morning glow or twilight in front of her eyes.

The cell was empty, the bloody whip was soaked in the bucket, and there was a rusty smell from the dark corners.The jailer was nowhere to be found, and the dungeon was as quiet as a closed library.

"The tiger's head is alive, I ate him..." the girl murmured.She was neither in pain nor sad, and the terrifying scenes of that night flashed in her mind again and again:

The magic flag pressed tightly against her, took it at will, cut her collarbone and sucked blood.The light and shadow were in a trance, and she was vaguely aware of what was happening from the movement of the shadow on the wall.Two heads were placed on the table, like bright red fruit.Master Muke passed out on the ground, humming, or maybe it was the magic flag humming, she didn't know.The two heads were placed in a golden saucer, both white.Although the hair of the barbarian leader was covered with blood, it was still white, and the heads of the white monsters were also white, all white.More dazzling than red, white.The magic flag breathed in her ear, and she only knew: obey.

The girl closed her eyes beggingly, as if she wanted to keep the horrible memories out of the darkness.

"The tiger's head is alive..."

The head of the white monster was originally resting on the table, but it started to move and began to eat the head of the barbarian beside it.Kacha Kacha Kacha, pieces of meat fell from the opening of the esophagus like bread crumbs.At that time, she forgot to be afraid, but the magic flag was so frightened that she drew out her sword and stepped forward to find out.Don't go, she had a premonition of something terrible, but she didn't say anything.

The magic flag approached tremblingly, watching how the tiger head ate the human head.He hesitated for a moment, and the tiger's head had already pounced on him and began to bite his face.

"I ate him..." the girl said blankly, looking at the setting sun's red cast on the dungeon.As she watched blankly at that time, the head of a dead thing gnawed the man's face to pieces until the monster bit off the man's trachea, and the magic flag finally died.She remembered that she was watching indifferently at that time, watching the head of the monster devour the head of the barbarian who rolled aside after eating the head of the nobleman...

"Aren't you afraid? At that time—" said an unfamiliar voice.

The girl who was chained to the X-shaped torture device did not look up, but continued to repeat that sentence.

"Aren't you afraid to see such a bloody thing?" The man asked again, pulling her drooping hair behind her ears, his movements were very gentle, not like a jailer.

The girl looked up and saw a man without a face.He was just a shadow, or rather a sticky, oily mass.

"Want to go home?" the faceless man asked with a smiley tone.

She shook her head.

"So..." The man seemed to be quite regretful, and then smiled: "Do you want to see your teacher? She is waiting for you, isn't she? She came to the imperial capital to take you back to the academy, right?"

Master Heather——

The girl raised her head.

"Oh, that's the right look, my dear," the faceless man really smiled, stroking her face: "Will you be a competent actor? You will be the daughter of the Red Dragon, right? We look forward to your growth .”

After finishing speaking, the Faceless Mage held up the book that was also a black shadow, and chanted a spell.When he sang, he couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman, and he couldn't tell how many people were speaking at the same time... The sound of metal breaking, and the iron chains that bound her shattered, falling to the ground like soft sawdust.The girl fell down, and the Faceless Mage hugged her shoulder with one hand, and continued to chant with the book in the other.

He summoned, and the creepy black shadow occupied the space, like millions of black lizards writhing and crawling on the wall at the same time, and at the same time thickening at a speed visible to the naked eye.The will of darkness was condensing, and inexplicably, she felt a black shadow trembling in her body. When the Faceless Mage compiled the incantation, what was buried deep in her also obeyed his will.The girl fainted, only remembering that she was leaning against the faceless mage's arms, the shadow under their feet deepened and turned into a spiral downward ladder, and he helped her walk towards the shadow.

She woke up, not knowing whether it was dawn or twilight in front of her.

The inner room was empty, the cups were on the table and the candles were unlit.where is thisShe had a splitting headache and couldn't tell the difference between dream and reality.The dizziness receded slightly, and the girl wanted to get up to inspect, but fell to the floor, all the strength in her body was gone from her, she was like a broken vessel.

The trance ceiling, the singing of birds, the singing from downstairs is like a wave, and she is the boat.

She didn't know how long she had been lying like this, but when she heard footsteps, she recognized the person immediately!Yes, it is the master!

The door opened, and a tall shadow fell on her, just like when they first met.How could there be such a tall woman?she thought then.And the short white hair, which looks a bit like a scary iceland barbarian. I heard that icefield women are also as strong as bears.She was terrified, but that man was gentle.Heather taught her and encouraged her, even if she gave up the apprenticeship in the end, the teacher never blamed her.

But what about today?She still has the courage to meet the teacher?

The tall figure stopped suddenly, presumably seeing her lying on the ground.The young girl knew that she must have a hideous appearance at this moment, perhaps unkempt, covered in blood, perhaps naked, like a dying beast.

"... Yiya?"

When the master called her name, the girl covered her face with her hands and wept helplessly.

The author has something to say: The teacher likes to eat dessert wwww