Chapter 596 Reality and Illusion

I don’t know how long it has been.

The sun no longer rises in the east and sets in the west, and the concept of time has gradually disappeared.

The surrounding scenery has not remained unchanged.

Losa, who had just woken up, picked up a handful of snow from the ground and rubbed it on his face. He didn’t breathe a sigh of relief until the snow melted completely. They had been traveling for a long time. Although they didn’t know how many days it had been, it must have been a long time.

Rogneda seemed to have been awake for a while, standing on the top of the mountain and looking into the distance.

Losa came closer, and the scene in front of him seemed a little blurry because he had been looking at the snow for a long time: "Where are we?"

Rogneda shook her head: "Do you think I can recognize this kind of place?"

She pointed around.

Those strange monsters still exist, a bizarre scene, but in the farther place, you can vaguely see the illusory and distorted sky, like the colorful aurora in the polar regions. They are almost at the end of the world.

Lothar was silent for a moment and said, "The food is almost gone."

The living things that can still be seen are those very abstract monsters. Those things don't look like they can be eaten, and even if they are really edible, they are not worthy of provoking.

"Hehe, maybe it's no use anymore."

Rogneda had a relieved smile on his face: "Let's go, Lothar, let's continue on our way!"

The two looked at each other in silence and continued their journey.

This walk took an unknown amount of time.

The "end of the world" that seemed to be not far away seemed like a mirage, as if no matter how long they walked, they still couldn't get closer.

But it was just a seeming after all.

Lothar clearly felt that he was about to leave the ghost dragon's memory world.

The food had already been consumed, but the closer the two people were to the "end of the world", the more illusory their senses became. Hunger, cold, and fatigue were all moving away from them, as if in the end, even they themselves would become nothingness.

"We are getting there!"

Hearing Rogneda's words, Losa, who was busy on the road, raised his head in a daze.

The illusory sky in front of him, reflecting the colorful light of a dream, was actually close at hand.

He looked at Rogneda, his expression slightly startled.

At this time, the Nordic girl's skin was so white that it seemed transparent, and even the blood vessels underneath could be seen. Her whole body felt erratic, like a mist that could be blown away by a gust of wind.

"You?"

She pursed her pale lips and chuckled, "I should be disappearing."

Losa was silent.

He didn't know when the girl realized all this.

"Lothar, promise me one thing, okay?"

"You say."

"Remember to ask me what happened to me, Rogneda, after you get out."

"I will, if I can get out."

Rogneda sighed softly, knowing that she was just a projection in her memory, a person who did not actually exist, and it was not a good experience after all.

Lothar hesitated and asked, "Are we going to say goodbye now?"

"No, wait a little longer."

Rogneda said, and embarked on the journey to the end of the world again: "I want to try to take a look, take a look at the outside world."

However.

She failed to do it after all.

When she was about to touch the barrier at the end of the world, her body dissipated like smoke.

From feet to head.

Indistinctly, he only heard a slight sigh.

Lothar stopped for a moment, whispered "goodbye", and then ran into the barrier at the end of the world without hesitation.

The warm sunshine sprinkled on the courtyard planted with various flowers and plants.

The air exuded an alluring fragrance.

Losa saw a very beautiful woman, with faint fine lines at the corners of her eyes and some freckles on her cheeks. The look she gave him was full of pampering, like the sugar in a honey pot, sweet to the heart.

The woman hugged him and sat on the swing.

Father Werner, who was always serious, stood silently behind the woman, pushing the swing constantly, with a gentle smile on his face. He had never smiled like this since the death of mother Iris.

"Mother Iris..."

Losa subconsciously stretched out his hand. He once thought that he was a soul that replaced Losa.

But later he gradually realized that he was Losa.

It was just that when he awakened his memory, he suppressed the memory of his rebirth as Losa, which made him mistakenly think that he was a soul that replaced the original owner who fell off the horse.

So when he saw this very gentle mother in his memory, his eyes couldn't help but become moist.

However, his hand just passed through Mother Iris's body - the scene in front of him, like a projector, began to play, learning Latin with Otto from the teacher; riding and hunting together, practicing riding skills; stealing food from the kitchen together

He saw his father in the Crusader's robe, waving his hand and embarking on the journey to the East under the gaze of Mother Iris.

Seeing that Mother Iris, who was getting thinner and thinner due to illness and even vomiting blood, was slightly better, she sewed his shirt under the weak light one stitch at a time - she was afraid that after she left, no one would sew clothes for her second son who could not inherit the territory.

He saw that before his mother died, she told Father Werner to leave the jewelry box hidden in the cupboard to him.

The world seemed like a mottled old photo, with layers of peeling ashes disappearing in the wind.

His memory seemed to be covered with a layer of dust and haze, becoming blurred.

In the black and white ward, the ventilator and the monitor made a ticking sound.

A trace of sadness flashed across Lothar's face. He slowly raised his arm full of needles and looked at the middle-aged woman who was patiently wiping his body. His lips trembled for a long time before he uttered a subtle call.

"Mom."

His voice was very weak.

But the woman who was wiping his body by the bed looked over at the first time.

When she saw Lothar's open eyes full of tears, she was stunned at first, as if she couldn't believe it. After a long time, she shouted loudly: "Doctor, doctor, my son is awake!"

Lothar tried to call on the magic power in his body, but in his empty body, where was the spirituality and dragon blood?

What Prajna, Jeanna, Fulin...

What Star Spirit, Spell Model, Holy Spear...

What Leper King, Lionheart King...

It's just the hysteria in the mind of a dying vegetative person after a car accident.

He opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse: "Mom, how long has it been?"

Mom's lips trembled, and tears could not stop flowing: "Not long, not long, Bodhisattva bless you, you finally woke up, I know that if you worship every day, Bodhisattva will definitely show up, and good people will be rewarded."

"Lao Meng, Lao Meng, come in quickly, our son is awake."

Losa sighed lightly, there were more wrinkles and more white hair on his mother's face. Obviously, his mother loved beauty the most in the past, and often told him that even if he became a little old lady, he must be the most fashionable one.

But it seems that he should take care of himself and has no time to think about these things.

The door was suddenly pushed open.

The middle-aged man who was once tall, now hunched over and looked more than ten years older, rushed in quickly.

After seeing himself open-eyed on the bed, the man widened his eyes and looked at the woman in disbelief.

"Dad..."

His voice was a little choked. Both his parents had changed a lot. Dad used to be quite particular. The strand of hair that stubbornly covered his forehead before his Mediterranean hairstyle had completely disappeared. The white hair on his temples that he dyed black every once in a while was also revealed. His lips and chin were full of stubble.

"You have lost a lot of weight."

"I exercise with your mother every day, running and so on, so I naturally lost weight."

The man quickly calmed down and showed a relaxed smile on his face: "Son, you don't think that your father has been losing his appetite for these years, right? How is that possible? Your mother and I are living well!"

Losa forced a smile and said, "Then I'm relieved."

The man sat down on the bed and reached out to touch Losa's head, as if at this time he finally confirmed that everything that happened at this time was real, and his eyes were red: "Anyway, it's good to wake up."

He kept muttering in his mouth: "It's good to wake up, it's good to wake up."