Chapter 238 88 Awakening

Chapter 238 -88- Awakening

Charlotte didn't know how long she had slept.

When she regained consciousness, she was awakened by the sobbing wind and the biting cold.

Slowly opening her eyes, what she saw was not the coffin lid inlaid with luminous crystals.

Instead, it was a roof made of grass balls, stones and wood.

Charlotte lay on a pile of hay, covered with a stained gray-black sheepskin blanket. The fierce wind made the roof creak, as if it could collapse at any time. The shadowy firelight made the whole world dim. She could hear the crackling sound of firewood burning and smell the smell of burnt wood and moldy grass.

Snowflakes were brought in by the cold wind through the holes in the eaves and windows, falling crystal clear, floating and landing on Charlotte's little face, icy and cold, gradually awakening her sluggish thoughts.

Looking at this strange thatched house, Charlotte was a little confused.

Wait...

Wasn't I sleeping in a coffin?

Where is this?

Charlotte tried to get up, but the pain and sluggishness from her limbs were hard to describe, as if she was a rusty machine that had not been moved for centuries.

Charlotte didn't believe in evil, she tried to use her magic power, and then she was shocked to find that the magic power in her body had disappeared.

This discovery made Charlotte shudder immediately, she no longer cared about the sluggishness and pain in her limbs, and hurriedly struggled to get up.

"Hey, you're awake."

A hoarse and low voice sounded beside her, with an obscure accent, which instantly aroused Charlotte's vigilance.

She looked to the side like a frightened little rabbit, and saw a tall figure covered in animal skins, carrying a bow and arrow, and wearing a hunting knife sitting next to a burning bonfire not far away.

It was a middle-aged man with a beard as lush as a forest, and his blue eyes revealed a turbid light of vicissitudes.

"Don't be afraid, I have no ill intentions. I just saw you unconscious outside and was worried that you might encounter an accident in the snowstorm, so I brought you in."

Looking at Charlotte with a vigilant face, the middle-aged man said.

In the snowstorm?

Accident?

Charlotte was a little confused.

She looked down at herself and found that she was still wearing the nightgown she chose when she entered the coffin before falling asleep, but she was wearing an ill-fitting animal fur coat over the nightgown.

Of course, it is not quite appropriate to call it a coat. In Charlotte's opinion, it is more like the fur used for warmth in primitive tribes. It is more like a cloak than a piece of clothing.

"Who are you? Where is this place?"

Feeling the biting cold wind, Charlotte slightly tightened the fur and asked vigilantly.

"My name is Halfdan, I'm a wind hunter, you can also call me Big Beard. As for this place... This is the northern border of the Kingdom of Towers, a place where the divine light of the Apocalypse cannot shine."

The middle-aged hunter said.

The Kingdom of Towers?

The Apocalypse?

The divine light?

After hearing the words of the hunter named Halfdan, Charlotte was a little confused.

She understood these words individually, but she couldn't understand them together.

She had made up for the customs and political situation of various places in the Miria continent, but she had never heard of the Kingdom of Towers, let alone the Apocalypse.

Charlotte's first thought was that she was still in a dream, but if she was in a dream, then this dream was too real.

She pinched her thigh hard.

Hiss--

It hurts.

This... doesn't seem to be a dream!

But, if it wasn't a dream, how could she sleep in a place like a northern tribe? !

"Sir Halfdan, may I ask... what month and day is today? And what year is it?"

After thinking for a while, Charlotte asked.

"What month and day? No one in the Northern Frontier has ever remembered these things. However, the last time the Central Tower sent a revelation was ten days ago. If you calculate it, it should be the eleventh day of the Cold Wind Moon."

"As for how many years it is...it should be the 466th year of the Revelation."

The middle-aged hunter Halfdan shook his head and said.

The Cold Wind Moon? The 466th year of the Revelation?

Charlotte was even more confused.

Although the Cold Wind Moon didn't understand, she could roughly guess that it should refer to winter.

She fell asleep on September 15, 1445 of the Holy Calendar. If you calculate the time, it should be winter when she woke up.

But what the hell is the 466th year of the Revelation?

She has never heard of this calendar!

Since the Yunet Empire supported by the Holy Royal Court unified the continent, even the stubborn elves have changed the calendar. Where did this Revelation calendar come from?

Could it be that she slept and traveled again?

But that's not right. The language is fluent. Although the other party's accent is a bit awkward and obscure, it is indeed the de-demonized and improved common language inherited from the elves on the Miria continent.

Or... she slept for who knows how many years?

Looking at Charlotte who was waiting in a trance, the middle-aged hunter Halfdan hesitated and asked:

"Looking at your clothes and dress, you... shouldn't be from the northern border, right? Are you a follower of the Apocalypse? Why are you unconscious in the wilderness?"

"A follower of the Apocalypse...?"

Charlotte was stunned and had no idea what the other party was talking about.

After a little thought, she shook her head gently and said:

"I... don't know, I don't seem to remember a lot of things."

"Can't remember?"

Halfdan frowned and asked:

"Do you remember your name?"

Charlotte was about to answer, but her heart moved slightly and she shook her head again:

"I... don't remember either."

"Don't remember either?"

Halfdan frowned even more.

He looked at Charlotte carefully and said thoughtfully:

"Your clothes are definitely not from the Northern Frontier. They look more like the clothes of the Apocalypse Masters."

"Not only that, although you don't have the ears of God, you have an appearance that is almost like the face of God. I think... your identity must be related to the Apocalypse, perhaps a descendant of the Apocalypse, or perhaps... the heir of the Apocalypse."

"Dependent of the Apocalypse? The heir of the Apocalypse? What is that? What is the Apocalypse?"

Charlotte frowned.

Halfdan looked longing and awed:

"The followers of Apocalypse are naturally the followers of the Apocalypse Masters. They are endowed with divine powers by the Apocalypse Masters, and can control fire, wind and snow..."

"As for the descendants of Apocalypse... they are the descendants of the Apocalypse Masters and the Chosen Ones. They have the blood of Apocalypse flowing in their bodies and also possess divine powers."

"As for the Apocalypse Masters..."

Halfdan's expression became solemn and awed:

"They are the descendants of gods, possessing divine powers, the founders of the Apocalypse Era, and the masters of all spirits... They have come from the continent of God's Grace across the ocean and brought transcendence and power to the wild world of Miria!"