Atlas Double Star Book

The darkness swirled, and he was groggy, completely forgetting his name.

Seems like it's raining?Same as that day.

"Edreel!"

When he heard his partner calling, he turned his head.The summer was too fierce, he couldn't help covering it with his arms.

The man came from the blurred green shadow of the heat wave, happily waving the long wooden stick in his hand, whipping the rustling wind.At first the boy was pretending to walk dignifiedly, but he couldn't bear it anymore and started to run, throwing himself in front of his friend.

"Hey!" The blue-eyed boy smiled and put his arms around his shoulders.

The sea-like blue eyes are more alluring than noon.

He turned his head: "Hein..."

"Have you finished copying your book? The one my father brought last time."

"not yet."

Hein rubbed his chin: "Well, that's good, let's go to Lulabart in the afternoon to play! Lucio gave me a silver Thor, we can go buy some snacks, and buy some tobacco with the remaining money give him."

here we go again.He shook his head and held the book in front of Hein: "I haven't finished copying yet, you have a history class for Bachelor Urdola in the afternoon. And..."

Hein sighed, puffed out his chest like a portrait with an indifferent expression, and half-closed his eyes.

He himself couldn't help straightening his back and crossing his fingers, waiting for a rather important sermon.

The two boys just held it like this, staring at each other for a while.This kind of demeanor would only look ridiculous in a child, and the two friends couldn't help laughing at the same time.Hein laughed out of breath and had to support his partner's shoulders to stand still, "Hahaha respect, respected Maester Eder, you hahaha, you have to do your homework!"

He also covered his mouth and smiled, "Sir Bernhard, no knight commander will skip class."

"Father said, we are the pillars of the country."

"No, the teacher wouldn't say that. But that's okay, we are indeed the pillars of the country. There is no country without paladins and great scholars."

The blue-eyed boy whistled.

"Ederel, tell me about your manuscript." The boy said suddenly.

He stopped without answering.

wrong……

It's not real, it's either a dream, or a hallucination created by a mage.

Because he suddenly realized that he hadn't felt this way for a long time—not so much happiness or peace of mind, but relief... because it was impossible for him to recall that person without guilt.He has long been unable to be juxtaposed beside Hein Prospero.he knows.

What can I be?

Like the corona, he is just the time in that person's life as the sun that should have lasted.

This moment was just an illusion, Peleas had discovered.He was silent for a long time, staring at the blue-eyed boy as if looking at a sea cliff at dusk.

"Hin..." Peleas wanted to reach out to touch it, but held back, "It's all my fault, I'm sorry."

The shadow smiled and said, "Ederel, I want to know about your research, please tell me."

"Even if there is a mantra, it's useless for you to peek at my memories, I don't even remember myself." He said indifferently, watching the boy's figure gradually blur and dim, and finally turned into a shaking black shadow.

"Maybe you don't remember," the black shadow gradually grew longer, "I can always find out, your existing memory will always contain what I want."

It was very possible, he couldn't help thinking about it. The "roster" was forcibly opened, and he was cast with a Mantra spell, so he doesn't have much leverage now.

Must resist.

But the more he struggled, the heavier his pain became.

"So you really won't go with me?" said the man suddenly, "Can't you think about it again? We won't tell father."

He turned around, suddenly dumbfounded.

The same scene had come up again and again in his dreams, in his casual flashbacks, or when he touched the face of the sleeping youth.Even if he doesn't want to think about it.

It's still raining.

Hein stood by the window, looking at him sadly, just like that day.

"Come with me, let's go to Petriar together. You can continue to study there, can't you? The library in the royal city was built with Omega's aid, and it preserves many original books from the colonial era of Ibane. Before you Didn’t you say you want to see it? Let’s go together, I want to join Petriar’s Order of Protecting the Country.”

He froze there, unable to say a word.

"If I stay in the academy, it is impossible for my father to agree to me being a knight. All he wants is a good son. And he doesn't support your current research. He always says it's too dangerous, children shouldn't do this Such a gloomy topic... It will be difficult for you to continue in the academy to do what you like. Don't you want to study the catastrophe that destroyed Ibane? The three doctors will forbid you to go further on this topic. They will say: University The statute was made by Agnes to prevent the tragedy from happening again. But the Kingdom of Petriar is more free.”

He had already repeated these words of Hein tens of millions of times in his memory.

The blue-eyed boy smiled bitterly: "Look... the two of us will surely realize our dreams. Peleas, I beg you one last time..."

Why remind him?

"You're my best friend, come on, I want to leave the academy with you." Hein said, reaching out to him for the last time just as he remembered.

But he can't.

Peleas shook his head, resisting the urge to take the hand.

"Really..." The blue-eyed teenager put down his hands, took two steps back, and forced a smile: "Well, I see...then goodbye, Adrian."

please wait a while……!He wanted to speak, but was silent in the end.

"See you again, may Venus shine on our route, good night."

He looked at Hein, and the young knight smiled softly, and walked down the tower.It was rainy and foggy, and he watched the boy wandering under the tower with his own eyes, before finally disappearing into the night.

Pelias really couldn't stand it anymore.There was a voice in my head that kept questioning: "If you had left the academy together at that time, perhaps Hein would not have died."

Hein would not die.

Hein will survive, get married and have children happily, and help Petriar resist the encroachment of the pope's territory... Hein will be loved and respected by people as a hero protecting the country, head of the knight order, and marshal; As he firmly believes, the sun that shines on everyone... Petriar.

"It's all your fault."

said the voice.

Yes, he knew, if he had made the right choice, Hein would not have died.

The knell strikes, and the whole king is full of bells, and he walks like a man melting into shadows.Peleas thought he was dreaming, how could Hein die?It must be rumors, or the bluff of the enemy country.Even if he never received a reply from Hein, he didn't believe it.

Impossible, since the sun is high, the world still exists.

But people whispered, and knights in funeral clothes galloped by, and everywhere the half-declined banner of King Petriar.

He raised his head, and endless towers grew, like closed ribs, and he became more and more slim, like ashes, unable to stand or walk.

As the bells struck and struck, he seized every passerby and asked: Where shall I see Hein Prospero?

"The Knight Commander's sword is broken and left in the church."

"The king himself held the coffin for him, but it was the pope's leader who presided over the funeral."

"I heard that the coffin is empty, only his clothes."

"It's true, it's true, a friend told me...the church hid the body of Hein Prospero and buried it quietly. Only the armor was buried in the churchyard, and those who wore green jade It is impossible for religious believers to tolerate a pagan body."

"No, no, no, he must still be alive... The Knight Commander must still be alive, somewhere, Petriar won't just die like this."

"The assassin was just executed this morning. If you want to see his body, you can still see it in the square."

"It's over, it's all over."

The words of the world surround him, true and false, contradictory.He tried to lie to himself: it was just a dream, and Hein was still living happily, radiant as before, surrounded by flowers and people.

But as soon as he closes his eyes, he will think of that person lying alone, defiled by maggots in the cold and damp muddy water...

how can that be possible?

No, thought Peleas, there can be no such thing in the world.Could it be that people like him are alive when the sun falls?

impossible.

He walked on the street, and the rain became heavy, it was true.As he walked, he cried.

Someone helped him up, and helped him up again, but it was useless, and in the end no one made a move.He covered his face and knelt down on the muddy street for a long time.

"It's your fault, it's all your fault. It's people like you who survive."

Sombra won.

A man without a face came and did whatever he wanted.

Because the spirit of the scholar has completely broken down.In other words, Peleas gave up on himself.Darkness is the library, displaying infinite stone statues, showing the moments that have caused him pain.

"Very good, take me there." The faceless mage smiled.

The mantra forced his compliance, and Peleas said nothing, drawing the intruder deep into consciousness.The spiritual defense was broken, the heavy door was suddenly opened, and the master's authority had been seized—the black mage raised his hand, the library trembled, and countless pages were scattered, like flocks of frightened birds hovering over the edge of the abyss.The stone statue is majestic, and the fragments of memory and knowledge are flipped wantonly.

Peleas couldn't bear it.

Whenever he tried to resist, powerful mantras ran through him.Nausea, burning pain, guilt.The body and spirit seem to be nailed to the instrument of torture.He didn't want to beg, but it hurt too much.It was like someone pierced his spine bit by bit with a red-hot steel needle, all the way to the back of his head.

He was taken at his will, without dignity.

"Is it here?" The black mage said softly, stretching out his left hand, "You did a good job."

The door of memory was opened, and he didn't know this place.The snow-white light hurt his eyes, and suddenly, he recognized the huge glass window.

It was windy and snowy, but it was warm in the study. The Duke was sitting by the fireplace reading a book.

"There you are, Peleas."

Kaloyalo looked at him happily, his pomegranate eyes were smiling under the round glasses, shining with friendly light.

"Come and sit here, my dear." The Duke pulled out a chair, hugged him impatiently, and kissed him on both cheeks. "I read this part of "Nine Chapters Collection". You came at the right time. I have questions and I want to ask you for advice!"

A little embarrassed, he sat down opposite the Duke.There was a small table between the two of them, on which a half-played chess game was placed.

He picked up the dragon chess piece, "Shall I play with you?"

"No, it's a dead game. But just go back to 5 minutes ago." Kaloyalo childishly put the eaten pieces back to their original positions, and said with a smile, "This game of chess can never be finished. Because time is not linear, the past is not the past of the future. They are cards that I draw, and if I don’t like it, I put it back and draw a new one.”

He said distressedly, "You are cheating."

Kaloyalo took the dragon's piece away from his friend and said in Ibañe: "Let's talk about the progress of your research, sir."

The duke spread out the book, which was Peleas's manuscript "Nine Chapters".

"Here you say: Ibane scholars believe that the principle of energy flow is from high to low, from overflow to gap. Just like the flow of a river, this process is automatic and irreversible. The energy of the spell comes from The "book" of the source, the "roster" of the warlocks connects the source and the world. Therefore, when the warlock calls the spell, it actually uses the book as a medium to open a small part of the "book". The energy of the book flows to the world, And it is endowed with a specific form in the spell structure."

"Yes, that's the basic principle."

The Duke pushed up his glasses and said, "And you went on to write: If the 'book' as the source is the purest source of energy, and when flowing through the various 'rosters' of the sorcerers, the pure energy will be pollution, which makes it difficult for warlocks to superimpose their spells due to their different natures. Then we have to ask a question: Why can monsters do things that warlocks can’t do?”

He said: "According to the research of Bachelor Dorba, monsters can efficiently absorb the energy of other monsters, and their instinct is to tend to a stronger energy body. His discussion is very incisive, and the experiment is also very convincing. So I am here I wonder... since the energy possessed by monsters is compatible with each other, does it mean that they share a system? Or, that they all obtain homogeneous energy from the same source?"

The Duke nodded: "That's what I want to ask you, where did the monster get its power from?"

"I don't know yet, it's just a conjecture at the moment, inferred from the results... Monsters are like countless cups filled with the same dirty water. Since water is energy, it comes from the 'book' as the source. Then it is Said...the water came out of some dirty place, was polluted, and then was taken in by large and small containers." He noticed the Duke's painful expression, so he deliberately said it in a simple way.

Kaloyalo didn't speak, probably because he felt that this idea was too vain.

He was a little embarrassed, and quickly explained: "This is just an immature hypothesis, untenable. I don't have the conditions to catch monsters for experiments. You see... Neil is only 8 years old, and judging from the situation on my roster, I probably have another 5 years to live, no time to finish the research."

"No!" The Duke suddenly stood up and grabbed his shoulders tightly.

"When I die, please take care of Neil."

"Look at what you've done, Peleas...you've been consuming the 'roster' like crazy since Hein died...you could have lived longer, why did you do that...God, why I didn't get to know you sooner and stop you bastard. Why?"

He smiled: "There is enough time, when the child grows up, I can relax."

"You're totally suicidal, it's not fair..."

The Duke sat down and covered his face.

The scholar took a deep breath and continued the discussion just now: "And you think, why are monsters not intelligent, even ordinary beasts? My teacher believes that it is because the polluted energy is too great, dominating the animals and making them lose their intelligence. By nature, they become walking dead that only desire more power. The instinct of monsters is to eat monsters stronger than themselves, gain power, and then eat stronger ones. Their behavior is so consistent that there is almost no original due distinction."

The Duke looked up feebly.

Peleas said: "So I have...a very vain conjecture: If the monsters are all terminal, puppets of the walking dead, then they should be easy to control. But we don't know what system they share. What, I don't know what their source is. Kaloyalo, homogeneous energy can be used, figuratively speaking...the monsters may share the same 'roster'. Think about it this way, every monster is It is equivalent to the form displayed by a spell."

The duke did not speak.

The more Pelias talked, the more excited he got, he couldn't help standing up: "Then, if I am the owner of that huge and dark 'roster', I can even change the form of animals with my will and get the monsters I want. Kaloyalo, if this crazy conjecture is true, this world can even give birth to giant dragons."

"Really?" Kaloyalo turned his head and looked out the window.The earth is white, and the snow is falling, showing a form of time.

"I see, thank you for your advice." The faceless mage applauded.

The dark magic suddenly closed, like two pages of a book, closing the person who was addicted to memories.

The wind stopped, the barbarians froze in place, and the figures of the two mages reappeared in the field of vision.The black mage opened his arms and said to the crowd: "It's wonderful! I finally found the answer to my long-standing question, you know? This man... ah, what an envy, such a genius."

The black mage turned around, stroked Pelias tenderly, from his cheeks to his temples... and then straightened his clothes respectfully.

"Such a fascinating, broken gem."

The scholar is still hung on the stake, but his eyes are dull, and he is being manipulated like a puppet.

The author has something to say: I'm really busy beyond my imagination when I started working... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhI will update a chapter today, and I will write it again, and try to update another chapter tomorrow.

Thanks everyone, how is your week going?I hope you can go out and play comfortably this weekend~