Atlas Double Star Book

When the brisk taka is replaced by the traditional Ibagne whaletooth, the carnival at the beginning of the symposium weakens, and the sense of burnout is like a slow gauze, covering the light talkers gathered in twos and threes.But there are always energetic guys who don't want to settle down during this rest period.

Mr. Kaloyalo is gearing up for a show at last.The girls held the hands of their female companions tightly, and the knights who talked happily were indifferent to this famous foolish duke, but the boys who were approaching adulthood liked Caroialo very much, after all, he could always have some interesting tricks.

The Duke spread his left hand and exaggeratedly said: "Come, my servant!"

The blue flame heart bent and stood up, the golden color of the inner flame and the almost transparent outer flame stretched instantly, and the bright light was like a peacock feather.Others began to applaud, but the fire that appeared in Kaloyalo's palm was only as small as a fingernail, and it was probably useless except for lighting a cigarette.Everyone was amused, and Trande laughed out loud and knocked off his companion's wine glass. When the maid who went to pick up the wine glass got up, she bumped into the court clown who wanted to touch her ass. The court dwarf and the bearded dwarf reached out to grab the tablecloth in panic, dozens of golden cups fell to the ground instantly, and the fig wine dripped all over the floor with a clang. Kaloyalo tried to avoid the splashing wine juice, but stepped on the round cup. on the empty cup...

The musicians hastily left the whaletooth on one side, and hastily changed back to the jovial taka, trying with all their might to create an atmosphere befitting the Duke of Vulcan.

Trander wanted to reach out to grab the Duke who was about to fall, but some people in the world were extremely talented in falling, and no matter how agile the Sibyl knight was, he couldn't pull him in time.

That's right, Mr. Kaloyalo, who was thin and tall, fell steadily. Before the scoffers had time to laugh, the magic fire in his hand was like a greedy tongue touching the alcohol spilled on the floor. The powerful blue flame shot up high in an instant, and half of the lion court was brightly lit. Before the smiles on people's faces became distorted, the free-range white deer in the court was the first to react, rampaging in panic...

"!!!"

In the face of the out-of-control fire, Mr. Kaloyalo was obviously more anxious than the frightened deer. He was thinking about the spell in a panic, and he didn't even have time to stand up from the ground.At this time, someone came and reached out to pull him up.

Silver-haired Peleas.

"Sorry dear, I'm really tired, I'm going back first." The mage said softly to the Duke, and then walked towards the winding wall of fire.The flame split in two with the mage's gesture, and he passed through it.

Everyone heard the silver mage chanting the spell, and the breeze followed his blouse, and the tamed blue flame rose up in the wind, turning into the light and shadow of a knight fighting a monster. The applause dissipated at the same time, and the ashes slowly fell to the ground. At this moment, the dozens of gold cups also returned to the table unconsciously.The nobles were pleased, and so were the knights.Kaloyalo wanted to chat with his friends for a while, but Peleas disappeared in a blink of an eye.Egg hurried past, and the duke let him escort the mage home.

A group of young girls surrounded Mr. Kaloyalo, insisting that he tell the story of Master Silver.Kaloyalo knew that his friend's least favorite thing about him was being known by others, and he couldn't handle these girls with bright eyes, so he had to make it up.

The Duke of Vulkan tells this story:

man in the mirror

Once upon a time, there was a boy who was sold to a slave owner by his parents because he was born with silver hair.But he was very lucky, he was not bought by a beauty hunter in the slave market, nor died of illness at sea, but was sold to a mage.Because the mage discovered that the young man was born to be able to decipher the illusion of the Abel text, making the words stay on the page safely, so he bought the young man and asked him to transcribe this powerful text day and night.

The mage has a son who is about the same age as the silver-haired boy, and the two children have become best friends.With the help of the mage's son, the silver-haired boy actually mastered Abelwen completely, and quietly began to learn spells.

One day, the mage's son brought a mirror and told him, "This mirror was sent by a traveler from the mainland. They say that there is a dragon egg in the mirror. If you do it right, you can successfully raise dragons in the mirror." .”

Dragons are creatures in fairy tales, can this mirror also raise mermaids and elves?But as the mage's son said, there was a golden egg in the mirror, and the crimson stripes on the eggshell were still flashing with the rhythm of the heartbeat.The silver-haired boy insisted that it was an illusion, and it was easy for a mage to create an illusion.

The mage's son was obsessed with the egg in the mirror, holding the mirror made of salt crystals and thinking about it day and night. This kind of fanaticism will consume people's health. The boy gradually became thinner, but the dragon egg remained unchanged.

"If this is your wish, then I will help you." The silver-haired boy couldn't bear to make his friend sad.

He had read in an ancient book that dragons and humans were once one body and spoke the same language; and he had seen a story about exchanging human lives for dragon lives in another fragmented chapter.The silver-haired boy thought that if he and the dragon could speak the same language in a certain situation, then he could share his life with the dragon's egg and let it hatch.

But there are no dragons in the world, so naturally there is no language that dragons can speak.The silver-haired boy thought hard for three days and three nights.At midnight on the third day, he finally couldn't resist the temptation of sleepiness, and fell asleep lying on the mirror.He had a strange dream, in which there was nothing but a golden character revolving around a black ball.He didn't know the word, it didn't belong to Ibañe, Continental or Abelian.But somewhere, he knew it must be a vowel, because the world was created with verbs, and the first thing that appeared was the sacred vowel.

Just as the silver-haired boy realized this, he suddenly woke up.The two children found that the heartbeat of the dragon egg seemed to be faster in the mirror!The silver-haired boy was ecstatic, held his friend's hand tightly and said:

"Gain, I know how to hatch a dragon egg! If only I could speak the same language as the dragon."

"But no one knows what the dragon said. After all, dragons don't exist."

"Yes, they don't exist in our world... But there is a place where all time and space are intertwined, and that is the dream! In the dream world, dragons and I can exist at the same time... If I can be in the dream world Create the language of the dragon, and this dragon egg will hatch because of my existence."

Since powerful mages can create humans in dreams, it is not impossible to create dragons.The silver-haired boy tried to do just that.

For the first few nights, he dreamed of new characters every night, and all the characters that appeared revolved around the black ball.He worked out the sounds for each character and waited for more characters to appear.But by the third day, the new characters no longer appeared.This means that Dragon language has only 3 characters, which are vowels and also represent numbers.Without more new materials, the silver-haired boy had no choice but to combine the three characters with each other to form new letters and then form words... A crack appeared on the dragon egg in the mirror, from which a golden light faintly shone.

The complexity of the dragon language was far beyond the boy's expectations. The new letters composed of three characters were still not enough, so the silver-haired boy had to combine them up and down in his dream... If it was not enough, then let the characters overlap to form a triangle, Indicates the spelling order according to its own number.

In order to allow the dragon eggs to hatch as soon as possible, the silver-haired boy spent more and more time in his dreams. He was used to thinking in his dreams, and he was also used to entering between dreams as freely as opening a door.The dragon egg in the mirror is also more lively.

But the mage's son was not happy, because he found that his friend gradually could not distinguish the boundary between dream and reality.Sometimes he just woke up the silver-haired boy who fell asleep on the table, but the other party thought that the two had been studying all day.Sometimes the silver-haired boy stayed up for several days and nights, claiming that he was in a dream.

And he realizes that his friend is losing his language... The silver-haired boy's Ibañe language is gradually mixed with some words that others cannot understand, like coarse grains of salt sprinkled into clean water, only the mage's son knows, that is dragon language.At first, as long as he gave a little reminder, the silver-haired boy would quickly correct it.

As the eggs mature, however, things have grown to frightening proportions.The silver-haired boy stayed in the dream for a long time, and when he woke up occasionally, all he spoke was dragon language.

The mage's son felt remorseful, and he felt that it was this abominable mirror that made his friend sink.Finally, on the night when the dragon eggs were about to hatch, the mage's son begged his friend: "Adrian, let's stop fantasizing about dragons and dragon language, okay? I beg you, don't go into the world of dreams again... ..."

Seeing his friend crying, the silver-haired boy also showed a sad expression. He said to Gein: "I love you very much, my dearest friend, but it's too late. I have already given my life to this dragon."

After finishing speaking, the silver-haired boy spoke dragon language to the mirror, and the egg in the mirror responded to his words like a valley... The hard and transparent egg shell burst open, lightning and thunder rumbled outside, and the whole world collapsed.The body of the silver-haired boy was also changing, his arms were quickly covered by red dragon scales, and he was turning into a dragon himself.

At this moment, the mage's son snatched the mirror from his friend and threw it on the ground. The salt crystals split into pieces and the storm stopped suddenly.

The silver-haired boy fell to the ground after an exclamation, and never woke up from a long sleep.

The mage's son prevented the red dragon from coming to the world, but he also lost his best friend.Since then, he occasionally saw a silver-haired boy riding a red dragon in the interval of his dreams.The boy always said something to him sadly, and he tried to respond.It's just that two friends can never understand each other's language, because the only person in the world who can speak Dragon language is dead.

"That's it, the story is over." Mr. Kaloyalo sniffled, and gently handed a handkerchief to the little girl beside him.The singer who plucks the harp sings the lament of Ibagne, of the lost homeland.The moist-eyed sybyl girls complained that Kaloyalo was making up nonsense. This story has nothing to do with Peleas. Besides, the silver-haired boy should be with the mage's son. The girls insisted that there was a natural relationship between the two. pair.

Mr. Kaloyalo hastily explained: "No, no, of course the silver-haired boy loved his dragon. They lived happily in the same world afterward. This is obviously a good story!" These words made him lose several times. The friendship of two girls.

Trander took a sip of the axe wine, and swaggered over to settle the dispute between the Duke and the noble ladies.He put his arms around the Duke's slender waist, shook his index finger and said, "You are just arguing that the silver-haired little beauty has her own heart, but Mr. Caroialo's story is so confusing that he is confused. Come on, I'll tell you another story, and judge me or the Duke who tells it better."

Next, Knight Commander Trand Muawia told another story:

Cheese Dog and Crazy Cat

There is a Lord Knight in Itil Province, who has a castle on a cliff, and there is an awkward cat in the castle.The cat has snow-white fur, sparkling honey-colored eyes, and Mimi is as soft as caramel when it meows.The lord and the servants all wanted to hug the cat, but the awkward cat was never hugged, not even by the proud lord and miss.

One day, Naughty Cat brought back a small cheese-colored puppy. The lord said that the puppy could be a hunting dog when it grew up, so he didn't drive it out.It's strange to say that the awkward cat started to raise the puppies just like that, licking and licking its fur every day, sharing the goat milk in the bowl with the puppies, and the two animals also nested together to sleep at night.When the winter is over, the cheese dog will grow into a golden retriever that can hunt rabbits.

Cheesedog said to Crazy Cat: "Teacher, I want to get married!"

The awkward cat was very happy, so he asked Cheesedog what kind of wife he wanted, so that he could help him find a wife in the castle.

Cheesedog said, "I like white, fluffy animals with pointy ears."

"So you like Miss Sheep!" The awkward cat was a little surprised.

Hearing this, people laughed, and Trand pinched his throat to imitate the milky cry of a lamb.

Cheesedog quickly shook his head, and continued, "Not only that, but I also like animals with soft paws and big tails!"

The awkward cat remembered that Sir Sir had caught a white wolf cub not long ago, which happened to be a big tail.Cheesedog was so anxious that he added loudly: "None! I...I want to marry the most beautiful person in the castle."

The awkward cat was taken aback by the adoptive son: "Don't tell me you want to marry Miss Countess? You are a dog!"

The knights almost choked with laughter. Trand poked the countess and joked, "What do you think, huh? Cheesedog is a handsome and loyal suitor." The Duke shrugged: "Indeed, this kind of An awkward and unconscious character is really tricky." Trander clapped his hands and continued.

Later, Lord Cavalier and his servants found out that the awkward cat was with the cheese dog, and he was willing to let the cheese dog hug him.The men asked the dog: "How did you manage such a tough beauty?"

Cheese Dog said: "Wow! Since you are not allowed to hug from the front, you can come from behind."

After the story was told, Knight Commander Trand Muawia bowed deeply.The knights rolled forward and backward laughing, whistling and booing.The blushing girls slapped the unruly knight commander with bone fans one after another, and dragged Duke Vulkan to continue chatting elsewhere.

The moon was setting, and the whaletooth harp was drowsy.At the end of the symposium, lengthy social interactions are no longer necessary, and people prefer to enjoy intimate relationships after their senses are blunted.The lovers stay away from the banquet, the rustling drunkenness among the flowers hangs from the lips to the arms, shadows overlap shadows, rings and bead chains shine among the blue vine leaves.Kaloyalo was tired, the hustle and bustle of the night had finally cooled down in the vineyard, and it was rare for him to be alone for a while.The Duke lit a short cigarette, a habit he hadn't learned from the Omegas, though Amir always thought so.

Thinking of that person, Kaloyalo couldn't help laughing, but was choked by the short smoke and burst into tears.

"Socialist, what do you gain from working all night?" Someone asked him with a smile.

Caroyalo didn't bother to turn around to vent his anger on this person, and continued to smoke: "Yes, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has appointed me as Omega's special envoy. I will leave at the end of the month, and I can stay there for more than half a year."

"In order to sleep with the happy prince of the island country, you worked very hard." The man laughed even more.

Kaloyalo sighed, no wonder Egg couldn't resist beating this man.

"However, as a friend, I would like to advise you, don't get too close to the bloody crown prince," the man's voice cooled down, "Triste is the heir to the throne, but he has a violent personality and lacks political acumen. I feel that his brother is actually...more have a thought."

"His Royal Highness Dorce? He is still a child. The last time I saw me, the child was hiding behind the teacher like a sparrow. You mean His Highness Dorce has thoughts about the throne?" Mr. Kaloyalo couldn't help thinking Feel impossible.

"I didn't say that."

"Trand, you have already resigned to your highness in the evening, right? He treats you... all right? It seems that your majesty's illness has not improved during the year you went to war. Now she is recuperating in Itil, and the crown prince will be in charge of her." His Highness comes to serve as Regent."

The man sneered and said, "Heh, how can I be better at the pure-blood party? Eh... With a personality like yours, just stay with Ego in the fief Wurkan, or just go and find a place in Omega with your man." Let’s have fun, don’t come here to mess with the emperor. Those guys won’t embarrass you now, but you are really not suitable for the court, and neither is Neil.”

"Speaking of Neil..." Kaloyalo felt that something was wrong with Peleas tonight, and he vaguely felt that something happened between the master and apprentice.

"Hey, he's a good boy. His observation ability is as strong as a 30-year-old hunter. He has never missed a single time when he was sent to the front line for scouting. After three days, the brothers' rewards will be over..." The man drank the last sip of ai wine , he shouldn't be absent for too long.

"When the time comes, I will knight Neil Bernhard."

Neil was distraught. During the year of his expedition, he often fantasized about reuniting with his teacher...but now?Even the long-awaited reunion moment was messed up by him.In fact, he had long expected that the relationship between the two would be deadlocked, and it was not the first day he knew Peleas.

However, he still has a mission at the moment, and he has to get back Trander's beloved spoils.When he came to the barbican, the guards wouldn't let anyone in.He had no choice but to return to the Court of Lions the same way, and Trander happened to be talking to several knight commanders, and Neil waited for a while before talking to Trander.

"Forget it, come and get it tomorrow morning, I'm going to invite the brothers to the tavern later, are you coming?" Trander just asked casually, because Neil usually rarely attends the gatherings of his colleagues, and always goes to the tavern early in the morning. Just go home and cook.

"Okay, of course." Neil agreed happily.

Trander's eyes widened immediately, and he studied around Neil, knocking on his head and pinching his face, trying to see what was wrong with this kid.He quickly added: "If you drink badly, I don't care about you!! You have to make it clear to Egg, I didn't bring you down! You did it voluntarily!"

"What's the matter?" Neil hooked Trand's shoulder, "If you don't show it to you, you think everyone else is a puppy."

The feral cats in heat screamed viscously, and they would not hide from people walking at night, and they didn't disperse until a basin of cold water was poured on the window that couldn't bear it.The alley was empty, and the sound of trembling snoring came and went, as if someone was snoring while sleepwalking and dancing in circles.

The music of the tavern is not far away, and the immobile men sang in duet, drawing swords and hitting each other's wine glasses fiercely, and the proprietress was terrified when she heard it, fearing that at dawn, even the tavern would be alive. Not a single good glass left.Lum proposed to call some girls over, and several knights howled like hungry wolves in an instant, and Trand walked over and slapped each of them lightly: "You bastards, you want to kill me, Don’t call me a girl! Your dick is itchy, you fucking go find food later.” If Egg found out, Trander might have to go to another province to hide for another year, Neil shrugged and hugged the long-haired man in the tavern The cat continued to drink in silence.He found someone watching them from the stairs, the man wearing the warlock's bracer "North Star" on his right wrist.At first glance, it looks like a man, but upon closer inspection, it turns out that it is actually a tall woman.Neil recognized her, she was standing with Peleas when the Knights entered the city today.The sorceress also seemed to recognize Neil, and raised her chin at him.

Trander turned his head and saw Neil sitting in the corner, hopping over to provoke him.

"I——tell you," the drunken knight commander walked over twisting his waist, winking at Neil vigorously.Trander had a pair of green eyes with long eyelashes, and there was a tear mole just right in the corner of the eye. It was no need to guess that his mother must be an incomparable beauty.

Trander shook his index finger, "Virgins are very important! Do you know, huh? Virgins will give us good luck, tell me, are there any virgins here!"

The knights looked at Neil with great interest, knocked on the table and stomped their feet, but Lum still insisted on bringing some girls over.

"Quick, set off fireworks for me with magic spells! Innocent baby, first kiss!" Trander pouted.

Facing a strong man flirting, Neil could only be as indifferent as the cat in his arms.He really couldn't stand the Knight Commander always making fun of him... He simply grabbed Trander's collar and said with a smile: "Master Captain, I have actually liked you for a long time, your wheat-colored skin is like... Like bread toasted with olive oil, come and let me kiss you."

Neil went all out and pretended to kiss Tland, so frightened that Tland screamed and bent over to dodge, and the troublemaker took the opportunity to push his two heads—the men suddenly seemed to be five years old collectively. The lady boss laughed and screamed, so annoyed that the proprietress spat: "Bah, little brat." The proprietress found that the awakened female sorceress, Shinan, was leaning on the escalator to watch, and hurriedly apologized to him.

"It's okay." Shinan brushed her light-colored hair back from her head, and said with a smile, "Let the boys make trouble."

After the cups and bottles rolled all over the floor, the tavern became quiet. The sleeping knights embraced each other and snored one after another. It seemed that it was not much quieter than before.There was a gap in the back door, and the narrow light that came in was reflected in the round cat's eyes. The cat slipped through the gap and slipped out. The man knelt on the ground while leaning on the wall, and the long-haired cat walked over and looked up. look at him.

"Haha... I made you laugh..." Neil smiled and stroked the cat's chin.He only felt that there was a pot of acid water dangling in his internal organs, which was almost up to his throat, and his nausea fluctuated up and down.The cat smelled it and ran away in a hurry.Tonight they drank upside down, Neil leaned on the wall and the edge of the table all the way, and managed to get outside the house.But now he felt better, because the suffering body seemed to be a stranger, and he stood beside him, carefree, watching a drunk with his head against the wall, muttering to himself.

"Is it him?" A passerby passed by.

"It's him, he has seen the red dragon, and he has also seen the emerald-eyed son." The man said.

"Wow, it's amazing to be back, it's enviable." The boy applauded, and the two left after saying that.

These two guys are really strange, Neil thought vaguely, one is a red-haired boy, and the other is blindfolded with cloth strips... Maybe they are thieves, and they need to be caught and questioned.Neil struggled to stand up, but the bottle of vinegar in his throat was full, and he bent over to pour it out.

There is a shadow covering his back, who is it this time?Neil has no time to take care of it, he is almost dying here.

"Haha, you're so stupid to be able to drink so much!" Judging from the voice, it must be that Trander didn't run away.As soon as the words fell, Trander fell headfirst on the wall, throwing up in a daze.

The door of the tavern opened again, and the sorceress folded her arms and looked at the two sleeping men on the side of the road. She really wanted to leave them here to catch a cold. Heather sighed and gave them a sober After taking the medicine, he dragged them back to the house.

The wind direction turns from west to south, and the premonition of winter comes to the birch branches, and the closed sleepy eyes are like the sea wall and the land wall that resist the harsh winter at the same time.Human beings are closest to plants when they sleep, 1 sleeping people are like an oak tree, the night and the air will flow along the still posture, the whole city breathes, and has no sense of cancer in the body.

Someone wakes up from a nightmare, and when he puts his name and identity back on like clothes, he can't wait to return to the nightmare immediately, because what he sees is far more terrifying than this.

Muck woke up on the cold floor of the dungeon, with pain in every part of his body, especially his back.Lord Demon Banner whipped him just now...it's all his fault for trying to snatch the white tiger's head.

Mu Ke turned out to be a corpse collector, making head specimens for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.Sometimes it's the head of a wild beast, sometimes it's a monster with a strange appearance. It doesn't matter. He has long been used to materials of different shapes. There is no difference between a body that has lost its temperature and a stone.It's just that Muck doesn't like being a stuffed human head, so who would like it?Every time he opened the catalpa box decorated with golden snake rings, he had to be mentally prepared: a little girl with soft blond hair, a dwarf with a special skull shape, or a certain lord who used to be high and powerful... His Royal Highness the Crown Prince likes these There are stories of people.

Fortunately, he has taken in a female apprentice, who can throw all the disgusting materials to the apprentice.The girl had studied with the warlocks of the academy for several years, but later, because her family was poor and had to support her younger siblings, she changed her career to become a corpse collector.Although this business is dirty, as long as you can get in touch with this kind of lord with special hobbies, you will naturally not worry about commissions.

The man groaned and got up, his back no longer felt.When he thought that the damned little girl would cause him to be whipped by the master of the magic flag, Mook was furious. When he got back, he had to take revenge on this ignorant bitch, thinking that if he spread his legs and was played by the noble master, he would be able to soar into the sky To be a Countess?

It's just...the smell of blood is too strong, and Mu Ke touched a puddle of sticky liquid...the only remaining candle was trembling, the gradient of fire and darkness wrapped around the cell like a cobweb, and the liquid on the floor was deep Brown or black, Muck raised his hand by candlelight—

blood.

"Ahhhhhh! I've lost so much blood! I'm going to die!" The man screamed and stepped back, tripped over something, groped desperately, and grabbed a cold object in a panic... Corpse Collector It was immediately clear that this was the leg of a dead man.

He grabbed the candlestick and held it up high——

A headless corpse was lying in a pool of blood, and the cervical spine still hanging with pieces of meat was exposed in the air. It must have been eaten by wild animals. Mu Ke knew the corpse too well.However, what scares him the most is not the meat, but the corpse wearing the blue-and-gold embroidered dress of the Sybil nobles, still holding the sword in his hand...

Lord Magic Banner! ! !

"How... how...!" The corpse collector retreated to the corner, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible...!"

"The tiger's head is alive, eat him."

The body collector was so frightened that he almost knelt on the ground, but when he took a closer look, he found that the speaker was just across the table.

A naked girl sat in a corner with her knees hugged, her clothes were torn, and her body, mouth, and hair were covered with blood.She looked at the corpse of Demon Banner calmly, without any brilliance in her eyes, the girl murmured: "The tiger's head is alive, I ate him."

Muck was crying with all his might, waving the candle in his hand to dispel the darkness that was about to swallow him up.There was only him, the mad girl, and the bloody magic flag in the room. The white tiger head and the barbarian leader were all gone.

"The tiger's head is alive, eat him."