Chapter 643: From the Stars, and Back to the Stars!

In the frozen white world, a row of lonely footprints were left on the snow.

Misil walked through the snow.

He climbed the high ridge and looked towards the next mountain peak.

He was not in a hurry, and he also knew that if he walked too fast, he would miss it and would not be able to actually find what he wanted to find.

And just as he was about to move forward towards the next snowy peak, a strange air flow suddenly blew past him.

Look again.

There seemed to be light flowing in the wind, and the snow became crystal clear.

"Time slows down."

Michiel shouldn't have felt the slowdown of time because he was already in the realm.

Perhaps only when he returns to the outside, or notices the change in the length of a day, can he intuitively know the problem.

But Misil was an apostle and also a demonic apostle.

His other end was connected to Elena, the God of Demon Spirits.

Misil raised his head and stared ahead.

really.

Just as Michael imagined, he found it.

In the heavy snow, a shadow floated in the wind.

Misil met the legendary ice fairy.

It was a gray-haired girl sitting on an ice crystal flower, floating freely in the wind, and finally stopped in front of Misil.

The gray-haired girl looked at Misil without saying a word, but her eyes had already asked a question.

"Are you looking for me?"

Misil nodded: "Messenger of time, I have been looking for your traces, because I have heard about your deeds, and I want to restore something that is very important to me and my friends to what it once was. appearance."

The Demon Spirit Clan seemed to have a lot of experience in dealing with these envoys from the Kingdom of Creation God, and they directly explained their purpose of coming without any unnecessary words.

The gray-haired girl sat quietly in the air: "What price can you pay?"

Mihir asked: "What price do I need to pay for it to be enough?"

The Ice Fairy pointed to Misil's forehead, as if pointing to something in his mind: "I want your past."

Misil was stunned: "In the past?"

"How should I hand over my past to you?"

Ice Fairy: "Give me something meaningful to you, and a beautiful memory from the past."

“The more you go back, the more complicated it is, the more work you have to do, the more of the past you lose.”

"Even, directly lose everything you have."

Misil felt that there was a loophole that could be exploited: "Then what if I make a copy of the memory?"

The Ice Fairy said nonchalantly: "What I took away was not only your memory, but also all the good things and emotions you had about this memory."

"Even if you copy it, you only get this scene. It's like looking at a painting or reading someone else's book."

"Even after you die, the dream of life enters the dreamy sea of ​​stars."

"This memory won't come with you either."

Misil understands the special features of the Dream Species, and also knows what each Dream Species is collecting.

He guessed that the ice fairy should gain power through this process.

Misil got the key information that Ray asked him to find.

The Ice Fairy can really control time within a certain range, and the price paid is the past in a person's mind, and an item that has meaning to his past.

Misil thought about the cost and whether it was worth paying.

His past was very long, too long to be calculated. He thought it would be good if he could just extract a few letters from it.

"I agree."

Misil took out an iron piece with one hand, which was a part of his body.

With the other hand, he took out the bottle containing the letter.

"All I want to restore is a few letters. Is this price acceptable?"

The ice fairy didn't answer, just stretched out her hand.

Instantaneous.

I saw streaks of colorful light in Misil's body floating into the air along with the iron piece, and was finally frozen and fell into the hands of the fairy.

When Michael thought about it at this time, the memory of the iron piece completely disappeared in his mind, and he couldn't remember it no matter how hard he thought about it.

And when he lowered his head, he saw that the letter in the bottle had taken on a new look surrounded by the wind and snow.

"Is this good?"

The other party was really too quick and agile, which actually made Misil uncomfortable.

Misil looked at the ice fairy who was leaving without saying goodbye, and suddenly called out to her. He still had another question to ask.

"The messenger of time!"

"I have a personal question that I would like answered."

"Why did the Most High God create you?"

As a newly born fairy, rather than a descendant of eternity like Misil, the other party should know this kind of thing better.

The ice fairy stopped and told Misil.

"Let's hope we keep those good things."

Misil asked again: "Then why did Yinsai create us?"

Perhaps, this question is what Misil really wants to ask, and it is also what every intelligent species in the world wants to ask.

Although, Ledlicki said in his oath.

"Because of loneliness, God created the King of Wisdom, Lederiki, and because of Lederiki's loneliness, God created the Three-Leaf Man."

But Misil has always wondered whether they were just creatures of loneliness.

Thinking about it this way, I always feel a little regretful!

The voice of the ice fairy came from the wind.

"I don't know, you can only ask God Insai."

"but."

“Whatever you were made for, you live for yourself.”

"You are free."

Misil watched the other party go away, and then walked back thoughtfully.

While walking on the road, he suddenly laughed happily.

indeed.

No matter what the reason for their birth, in the end, Yinsai, the Creator, gave them freedom.

Free will, free soul.

In this case, the original reason is not important.

He thought: "Smart species have infinite dreams, and the only thing that can stop us may be time."

On the way out.

Michel opened the bottle and opened the brand-new paper airplanes one after another.

He finally saw the letters that Mama sent to Holios, and he had been looking forward to the contents for a long time.

"Catching the kite demon and passing through the black storm?"

"Shouldn't the Black Storm at this time have been extinguished long ago? Besides, how can Black Storm, a powerful person who is not even an apostle, survive?"

"How is this possible on foot across the middle of the Sunfall Desert, not the north?"

"Refining meteors into props to fly into the starry sky, are you refining the Son of the Death Star?"

But after actually reading it, I found that the letter was full of absurd stories.

Misil took out the book given to him by the Destruction Witch Lotte and compared the two.

Sure enough, the plot in the letter was basically the same as that in the book "Mama's Fantasy Adventure", with only a few differences.

He said again: "This can't be true."

Misil could see it, and he didn't understand why Holios couldn't.

——

Deland City.

Following the clues from the book "Mama's Fantasy Adventure", Misil came to the place where this story first spread.

The story was published only in the past two years. It was founded in recent years by a printing workshop in Deland City, which also owns a newspaper.

It can be found that this printing workshop made a lot of money by printing "Mama's Fantasy Story", and it can be said that it made a fortune from this.

Misil asked the owner of the printing workshop, holding up the book from the printing workshop in his hand.

"Who is the author of this book?"

"I want to meet him!"

The owner of the printing workshop picked up his glasses and looked at them, and immediately couldn't help laughing.

"This!"

"This book has no author. It is a legend that has always existed in Delan City. It is a story passed down orally."

He thought for a while: "But recently we printed this book and found that everyone likes it very much."

“I don’t know why, but it suddenly became popular.”

Misil asked the other party: "Then where did the story first come from?"

Printing Workshop Owner: "I don't know, this is too long, I heard this story when I was just a kid."

Wait until Misil leaves.

The son on the side suddenly whispered: "Didn't someone send a large sum of money to you to print this book and send it to various cities? You still..."

The owner of the printing workshop immediately covered his son's mouth: "Doesn't this just prove that many people like this story?"

Where does the origin of the story come from?

This kind of question cannot stump a demon apostle who really wants to investigate.

soon.

Misil came to a nursing home in the city. There was a sign of the Temple of Miracles on the door of the nursing home. This was a nursing home donated by the temple.

This building has a long history. It looks old and has a long history.

There is a large school next to the nursery with an interesting name.

It's called Maman Craftsman Academy.

This crafts college specializes in teaching children various craftsmanship skills. Whether it is architectural style or teaching style, it has obvious characteristics of the Land of the Rising Sun.

The academy not only accepts children from the nursery, but also children from all walks of life in the city. It looks very lively.

Misil entered the nursery first and wandered around the building.

Turn around.

Misil saw a portrait of a person among the portraits of the deans of the past, and then stopped.

There was no name on the portrait, but it was a woman with wavy curly hair.

But what Mihir paid attention to was the pipe in the woman's hand.

The pipe gave Michael a familiar feeling.

"this?"

Misil picked up the pipe hidden in his pocket and compared it with the one in the portrait.

It can be found that the handles of the pipes are the same.

However, that pipe is full of cracks, but judging from the general color and texture, the material should be the same.

The one in Misil's hand is more like a pipe that was originally full of cracks and was refined after it was broken into pieces.

An old woman followed Misil and suddenly spoke.

"That's the portrait of the third-generation dean!"

Misil asked the other party: "What is her name?"

The old woman said: "Mama, legend has it that she has a fire demon partner, and she also studied alchemy in the Land of the Rising Sun. She is a very special person."

Misil asked: "What happened next?"

Old woman: "Later, she separated from her fire demon companion and returned to Delan City. But without her fire demon companion, she never used alchemy again."

Misil was a little surprised: "Isn't she a powerful person?"

The old woman shook her head: "No."

"But she brought back a lot of money. She built the school nearby, and the children in the nursery learned the skills to survive in this world."

"Many children have been able to leave Delan City and go to other places because of this. The school has produced many famous figures."

Misil looked at the portrait and suddenly understood.

"So, this is the contractor of Holios."

"That Mama."

Misil raised the pipe, and he discovered that the pipe might not be simply a tool for Holios, but had some more important meanings.

This made Misil's hand holding the pipe become cautious.

He wiped it carefully and then slowly put it away.

Next.

Misil came to Maman Artisan School.

He saw that the children who were about to graduate from the academy were doing a very strange activity. They wrote one letter after another with anticipation, and then put the letters into a special pottery jar.

After it was completely sealed, it was buried in the soil.

Mihir asked, "What are you doing? Why did you bury the letter in the ground?"

The old woman said: "It is the tradition of the school. It is said that it was left by the old dean who originally established this school."

Michel: "Who is the letter addressed to?"

Old woman: "Send it to your future self. You can write whatever you want."

The old woman who was the dean and principal walked up to the children, encouraged them, and then congratulated them.

After a while, he returned to Misil.

"Years later, they would come back and gather together again and dig out the letters they had written."

Michel: "What will be written in the letter?"

Old woman: "You can write about anything. Most of them are about the kind of person you want to be in the future. It is said that this way you can really become the person you imagined."

Misil asked: "Is it really useful?"

Old woman: "We will only know in the future!"

Also, who can know what the future self will look like?

The old woman seemed to enjoy this tradition, and so did the children.

"The moment you open the letter, your present self will come face to face with your past self."

"This is a question that spans time, and it is also a ceremony to preserve the past."

night.

Misil once again sent letters from Mama to Holios from the bottle.

He remembered everything that happened during the day.

Maman's portrait, what the old woman said, and the letter buried by the children from the Artisan Academy.

Everything was put together, and the truth emerged in front of Misil.

The omnipotent Mama in that story is actually just an ordinary person.

She does not come from a thousand-year-old extraordinary family, nor is she a genius, nor does she even have the gift of power.

She was just an orphan who grew up in a nursery. She worked hard all her life but failed to become a true transcendent.

She had never been to another continent. She finally died of old age in this nursing home, the place where she grew up.

Mama made up a story, but somehow she crossed time and sent it one after another to Holios.

She hoped to live in Holios' memory this way.

In the most beautiful way.

I also hope that this way can encourage Holios to move forward.

As for Holios.

Maybe the other party has already seen it, but he is unwilling to reveal it.

Because this is what Mama hopes and expects.

This is the tacit understanding between two people, and it is also the way for two people to maintain their dreams.

"So that's it."

Misil leaned back on the chair and exhaled a long breath. All those doubts were answered at this moment.

He lay lazily on the chair, and the envy and desire in Holios's eyes when he talked about Maman appeared in front of his eyes. There was no falsehood at all.

"He really longs for Maman to be like what is said in the story, because in his eyes, Maman is so beautiful and free."

"And he really complied with Maman's expectations and moved forward into the distance, pursuing the beauty and freedom."

They all hope to live in that beautiful dream, and they all hope that this dream can be passed on.

For a moment, Misil suddenly felt a little envious.

"very nice!"

"That's great~"

It's been a long circle.

Mihir did not see Maman in the end.

But he suddenly understood how he should face Holios.

I also knew what to tell him.

——

The waves lapped against the hull, and the wind blew the white sails.

The big ship left the port of the country of yellow sand.

It sailed around the giant island of Ruhe and came to the beginning of the Ewell route, and then headed to another continent from here.

But here, a figure got off the ship with luggage.

She clutched her hat and watched the ship go away.

Vaguely.

She saw another version of herself grabbing a kite and soaring towards the other side of the world.

And another guy followed closely behind the figure holding the kite, hurriedly driving a big boat, and rushed into the distance together.

She threw away her hat and watched it blow away to the sea.

Watching it pass by the side of the flame demon's boat, it was caught in the hand of the kite, and then pressed hard on his head.

Then.

She whispered like she was dreaming.

Her eyes were hazy as if she was asleep, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised.

"Go ahead and don't stop."

"Genius Maman!"

"And... Fire Demon Holios."

She did not go to the other side of the sea, but returned to her hometown of Delan City.

She returned to the nursery where she grew up, sat on the bedside of the old dean who was seriously ill, and looked at him quietly.

The old man opened his eyelids with dark spots and looked at Maman with his cloudy eyes.

"Why are you back?"

Before Maman could answer, she continued.

"You shouldn't come back, I shouldn't be your constraint."

Maman smiled: "It's okay, I've already been there."

A smile appeared on the old man's face, and he grabbed Maman's hand with his fingers.

She still hopes that Maman can come back, just like a mother who expects her child to fly high and hopes that her child can be by her side.

And Maman held the old man's hand, looking at the old man who had taken care of her when she grew up, and remembered what he looked like when he was young.

She was not able to witness the other party's aging, but at least he was by her side at the last moment.

A few days later, the old dean died.

Maman succeeded the old dean and became the new dean of the nursing home. She spent all her savings and began planning to build a craftsman college next to the nursing home.

She hopes that this craftsman's academy, like the original female alchemist's shop, can give others dreams and hopes of flying.

At night, like the old dean, she would also tell stories to the children.

Tell another story about Maman.

The children sometimes did not believe the story and rebelliously refuted her.

"Dean, you are lying."

"I heard someone say that your name is Maman. The story is false."

Maman wasn’t angry either: “That’s another person in the world. There are many people with the same name and surname in this world. We may be ordinary people, but maybe there is another person in the world who makes us unique? "

And when the child grew up, some people returned to Delan City after going to the Land of the Rising Sun.

The grown-up child told the other children in the nursery what he had seen.

"It's true. I saw the statue of the Alchemist in the Land of the Rising Sun. The story is true."

"Is there really that island in the sea?"

"I don't know. Maybe one of you can go in the future!"

Adults and children gathered around Maman, who was completely old, and asked her about Maman's subsequent story, what about the story after the Winged Man Kingdom?

"and after?"

"What happened to Maman?"

Maman hugged one of the children, raised the corners of her mouth, and then spoke slowly.

"later?"

"I have to think about it, I kind of forgot."

The old Maman thought for a while, and suddenly she remembered something.

"Remember that shooting star she picked up in the desert when the sun was setting?"

Of course the children remember, having heard this story many times.

Maman raised her head and looked at the starry sky outside.

"She ended up riding the meteor she picked up and flew towards the stars."

"Fly and fly, fly to where no one has gone before, fly into the world of stars."

The children's mouths dropped open, but questions were still asked.

"What's she doing in the stars?"

Maman thought of the old dean and said with a happy smile.

"Because she is a child who walked out of the stars."

"She came from among the stars and finally returned to the stars."

Above the dreamy sea of ​​stars.

The story in the dream slowly ended, and this was Maman's life.

Above the dreamy sea of ​​stars, a group of fairies felt a little sad after reading Maman's story.

They looked at each other, and finally turned their eyes to the dream of life that shone like a star.

"Her dream is really beautiful!"

"What a shining dream, really just like the stars."

"She really came from the stars, and finally returned to the stars."

After the letter fairies finished speaking, they took the letter that spanned time and came to the rainbow tree in the letter fairyland.

Then, they mailed Mama's last letter together.

With blessings.

The letter turned into a stream of light, traveling across the distance of space and time towards the distance.

Finally, pass on Mama’s magnificent and beautiful dream to another person.

"Go!"

"A letter sent by the genius Maman to the fire demon Holios."