When Haina walked home, the sun in Yingjiao Village had not yet reached its peak.
To this day, she has not been home for four years.
In the past four years, the restaurant closest to the school entrance has opened and closed again and again, and has changed three owners.
She has also changed from a country girl who knew nothing and was uneasy every day when she first came to Glass Island, to a personal disciple of the Grand Arbiter, becoming friends with the founding family and the future Her Majesty the Queen. At least he looks familiar.
But my hometown has not changed.
No matter what it is, the surrounding air, the height of the trees in the mountains, or the depth of the dirt road trampled by the feet, have not changed at all here.
It seems like time has stood still here.
The hourglass stops spinning, but the sun and moon do not move. The smoke from distant kitchens still rises like it did in childhood.
At that moment, Haina had an illusion.
It was as if I was living in a false picture, and now I am the person in the picture again.
Suddenly, Haina stopped.
She noticed a small tree protruding from the roadside.
It is far away from the woods, standing alone on the roadside. Because of this, Haina recognized it almost immediately.
She moved closer and found the scar on the bark of the tree.
Haina stretched out her hand to keep it level, gestured a little, and then hit her soft chest with the heel of her palm.
She smiled helplessly and reached out to gently touch and caress the scars on the tree.
She still remembers it.
This is the trace left when she ran from here to school in Bagpipe Town.
When her family heard that she was going to the town to study alone, they were both happy and worried. She was only thirteen or fourteen years old at the time, standing there in a small ball, not understanding anything. How could the family feel relieved
So they gave Haina a self-defense dagger.
Although it is a dagger, to Haina, who is thirteen or fourteen years old, it is just a short knife.
That is indeed a good knife. Even from today's perspective, it is indeed a good weapon.
It has a beautiful blue-green blade, as beautiful as a lake. If you face the sun, you can also see the gradient from dark blue to dim yellow from the side, just like the night sky in the evening.
Haina still vaguely remembers that the curved Elvish language was engraved on the blade. Haina did not understand Elvish at that time, so she just used it as a decoration; but later she learned Elvish. , but can no longer remember what was written on this dagger.
Compared with the blade, the scabbard looks much plainer.
Haina could feel courage just by holding it. Whenever Haina feels restless before taking an exam, she will gradually calm down as long as she holds it.
Later she couldn’t remember where the knife went.Haina had the impression that she had not thrown away the knife. But she couldn't remember when she stopped carrying daggers when she went to school.
It’s just that the family didn’t blame themselves for losing the dagger. Maybe she stayed at home, or maybe she didn’t tell her family, who knows?
And this mark was when the beautiful dagger was still on her body, because she had a mean hand when passing by. , conveniently left behind.
She originally just wanted to record how tall she was when she went out to study. Let’s look at how tall he has grown after graduation. But after that, he forgot about this tree.
Perhaps because I see it when I run back and forth every week, I gradually regard it as part of the roadside scenery, and I can no longer see this small tree. It wasn't until now, when Haina came back again after four years, that she saw it again.
The tree is exactly the same as before. There is no change in size, and even the shape of the crown is exactly the same. The scars I left on the bark of the tree are still at the same height as before, except for a layer of scar-like traces, as if everything was still yesterday.
Haina gently touched the scar on the tree.
She closed her eyes, feeling nostalgia in her heart.
In a daze, she seemed to hear the squeaking of growing trees. She imagined that everything changed with time, the spring, summer, autumn and winter, and the small trees gradually grew up. And when she opened her eyes again, it seemed as if everything was just an illusion from the past that stayed in her mind.
"It's time to go home."
Haina murmured in a low voice, her tone became calmer, and the smile on her face became happy.
When she opened her eyes, her pupils had completely turned dim yellow.
At this time, Aiwass was feeding the young griffon with fresh meat.
The gryphon, which has not yet learned to speak, wolfed down its food.
Angelica, David’s mother Nadia’s gryphon companion, is standing next to Aiwass at the moment.
"If you don't plan to run her away or play with her, you can't let this child eat too much."
The big white gryphon made a gentle sound from its mouth." As long as she's not hungry, you have to take the meat away. If she tries to attack you or snatch the meat, yell at her.
"It's easy to tell whether she's eaten enough. For such children, as long as their eating speed slows down significantly, they are not hungry anymore. ”
“Just call her by name, Aunt Anjie”
Aiwass asked, “That’s all right”
Angelica clicked He nodded "Yes. Shouting the other person's name is a simple command of the authoritarian path. Just like pointing your finger at someone is a simple curse, singing is a simple spell.
“The power of the path contained in these behaviors is very weak, and humans can hardly feel it. But for the lives corresponding to the path, it will become very clear.
"Just like pointing your finger at the devil will make the devil angry, singing to the goblins will make them happy. As long as you yell at the griffin, they will immediately know that they have done something wrong."
"What about the simple act of the path of love?"
Lily, who was standing behind Aiwass, suddenly raised her head and asked.
Angelica’s hawk-like head winked mischievously, and replied with a smile, “Of course it’s kissing and making love. This is how the fairy in the lake charms people.”
"Where is the road at dusk?"
Aiwass asked.
"It's an inscription."
Angelica replied, "Portraits and statues are half the path of beauty and half the path of dusk. So artists can easily sense dusk. The power of the road.
“Compared to the painter, the photographer is a pure career of the road. Taking pictures of the real world and saving them is the most typical behavior of Dusk Road.
"For this reason, the invisible dead who also belong to the Dusk Road are easily traced by photos. Because they sense the breath of the Dusk Road. There are many horror stories based on this principle. "
"That's it"
Lily nodded thoughtfully.
At this moment, the griffin in front of Aiwass suddenly seemed to be choked. It shook its head and rested for a while, then continued to move closer to grab the large piece of meat steak in Aiwass's hand.
"That's it, Aiwass." Angelica reminded.
Aiwass immediately took back the steak and shouted, "Stop, Liz is not allowed to eat it."
The little griffon named Liz shook her head in aggrieved manner.
Liz obviously understood.
But she did not attack Aiwass. She just looked at Aiwass quietly with wet eyes, rubbed against him and made a soft and delicate sound.
Aiwass felt a little soft-hearted for a moment.
But he strengthened his will and said firmly, "You're not hungry anymore, Liz. Don't eat, I don't have time to play with you."
Liz heard this Called again.
It is not as clear and loud as an adult falcon, but as clear and crisp as a small bird.
Aiwass handed the fresh meat to Lily and asked her to wrap it. Then he touched Liz's head and neck for comfort.
Unlike David’s Emily, Liz is taller. Or maybe because she is older, she is more obedient than Emily.
Her coat color is half black and half white, and she has entered the moulting period. Now I can carry a person on my back. Even Haina wearing light armor can carry it, let alone Aiwass.
But there are three of them in this group. Even if you don't count the luggage, there are Aiwass, Lily and Sherlock. Liz would definitely not be able to carry it.
I could have asked Phillip to help bring everything, including Liz, over there.As the companion griffon of the Great Guardian, he is much more powerful than his kind.
But Philip followed George and left the Glass Island. Faced with this situation, Angelica could only call her best friend.
"Anjie"
A loud female voice came from outside, and then a white gryphon larger than Angelica flew directly into the yard of David's house .
"Carmela"
Angelica happily went over and nuzzled her, "Let's talk when we come back. Let's get ready to go. I'll probably be there before evening." Get on Aiwass and Lily, take Sherlock on your back, and then take Liz and the luggage."
"Okay, no problem. Where's Sherlock?"
"On the way. It’s almost there too”
Aiwass explained.
Hearing Aiwass's voice, Carmela came over and looked at Aiwass, "Is this this generation's Moriarty? He looks more handsome than his father."
Aiwass was a little surprised when he heard this.
Can griffins actually recognize the appearance of humans?
On the contrary, he could hardly recognize the appearance of these griffins. He could only judge who was who by their size, voice and personality. Not to mention which griffon is good-looking and which is not.
As if she guessed what Aiwass was thinking, Angelica explained warmly, "It's not about appearance, we can't tell what humans look like.
" The gryphon said Human aesthetic standards are related to human adaptability on the path of authoritarianism. To put it simply, it means calmness, stability, loyalty, majesty, and reliability. People who are adaptable to the authoritarian path look to us like you see cute cats. "
Oh, that's no wonder.
Aihuasheng immediately understood the mentality of the two rows of old man griffins squatting at the entrance of the palace. In their eyes, they probably looked like It's human beings who squat there every day and watch a bunch of beautiful cats walking around and meowing.
So that's it, they are squatting there to suck people.
And Aiwass. He also further understood the aesthetics of demons.
If griffins, as authoritative creatures, have such aesthetics, then the aesthetics of demons should also be related to the desire for transcendence.
Aiwass turned around. Glancing at Lily's shadow,
Then he probably understood how he tamed the shadow demon.
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