Dawn of the Grey Tower

"Tsk."

The knife in his hand accidentally slashed the fingers of the fingers holding the stakes. The wound was very shallow, but it would still bleed. Cheese frowned slightly, not because of the pain, but because he shouldn't have made such a mistake.

The production of stakes requires full dedication, which means that the producer will enter a highly concentrated state, and for the gray robe, the body and mind will be highly unified in that state, and there is no possibility of hand-eye disagreement. condition.

This is not an exaggeration, but the ability that a caster of the gray robe level must possess. Any nuance in thought and action may lead to the failure of a sophisticated spell and even backlash.

The injured finger was placed on the burning lamp, and the blood droplets that flowed out quickly dissipated in the lick of the tongue, leaving a solidified wound. The light was faint again, and the wound began to heal until it disappeared.

Cheese touched his recovered fingers, still wondering about his distraction in his heart. He is less and less like himself. This feeling has become stronger with the passage of time. It is not that his body has undergone some mutations. On the contrary, he can use his body more smoothly than a few years ago. With years of growth, the various abilities of the body are also reaching their peaks.

Every day, he is getting stronger, until he is aging at the top.

So the problem did not lie in the body, or between the muscles and nerves. His deep body, the level of consciousness, and even the place more subtle than consciousness, were changing. Recently, cheese always has some behaviors that he did not have before, and some habits that he has never had before. This can be understood as the traces of a series of recent encounters, but some traces are for no reason, and they can not be found at all. Relevance to previous experience.

Even the cheese himself couldn't notice its appearance for the first time. Only in a moment of suddenness did he find that he was doing something that he would never have done before.

Just like just now, the old gray robe would choose to ignore when dealing with such small wounds. The blood would naturally evaporate due to magic, and the wound would scab. But now he actually uses the power of the lights to heal his skin. This is not his style.

Of course, he has always been able to use heat to heal small wounds, and he can use it smoothly, but he doesn't think it is necessary to do so. Just a wound, sooner or later, it will disappear eventually.

Many breaches in the human body may not cause concern from appearance to disappearance. This kind of coming and going is also part of the body's metabolism and is not a very important thing.

This kind of thinking is naturally related to the cheese's six years of living in Cangshi. In the bitter cold Northland, the wound is a proof of warrior and glory. Both men and women, young and old, will not care about the appearance of the wound, on the contrary. When you have a very serious scar, they will sincerely praise your tenacious will to survive the injury.

However, this kind of thinking is not necessarily universal in the eyes of the royal capital and the noble lords in the southern part of the kingdom. For them, a woundless body is a proof of their own power and a proof of their ability to protect themselves, their territory and property. But in fact, there is no essential difference between these two ideas, and neither of them involves aesthetic issues.

And the cheese with this idea should not rush to repair the wound, he can wait for it to heal, anyway, it doesn't take much time. But why did he stretch out his hand so naturally?

It seemed that if the wound existed on his body for a second, he would feel uncomfortable. Grey Robe turned his palm to face him and stared at the injured finger. He doesn't feel like himself anymore. Regardless of this detail or other details, he seems to be becoming another person, and he is beginning to have that person's habits.

This is a frightening thing, because you don't know whether it means that your way of thinking is also changing with it, and whether it will completely distort your consciousness in the end.

Cheese stared at the fire, as if wanting to see what he looked like. The flame is not a mirror. Although many prophets claim that the future or the past can be seen from the fire, and even some spirits can be called from the homeland through the flame to talk, but it is still not a mirror and cannot respond to those who stare at it.

There is only the last stake left, and it is more than half completed. Compared to before, his hand hasn't slowed down, even a few minutes faster.

At night, when he just came to the center, he could hear the furniture in the room creaking slightly because of the change in temperature, and he could hear his breathing and heartbeat.

The devil didn't know where to go, anyway it wouldn't be too far. For Wei Dao who does not need sleep, night is a boring time to spend, but Boffis chose to sleep.

For this snake who has been away from the secular world for too long, the day is too noisy, her spirit is constantly depleting, and a sense of exhaustion that has not appeared in many years has enveloped her. This is a good thing. Only when there is no depletion will it feel that there is no need to rest, and a creature should not be without depletion.

The cheese exhaled gently, picked up the knife on one side, and used his fingers to make the blade fly like a butterfly in it. This was the technique he had subconsciously practiced with quill pens when he was thinking before, and the number of quill pens discarded for this purpose Let Gloria have some criticisms.

The knife is of course not a pen, so Gray Robe stopped his hand in time before cutting himself a second time, and resumed his normal grip. Normal grip? He looked at his hand holding the knife. Is the holding method the same as the one he was used to before?

Or is it that his habit has been automatically replaced inadvertently? Maybe after a certain sleep, it is no longer one who wakes up.

Shaking his head gently to throw out the random thoughts in his mind, his symptoms are far less serious, even if the current abnormal phenomenon is really the beginning of some kind of mental invasion, he wants to make cheese at the current speed. It is estimated that it will take more than ten years to replace his thinking.

Worrying about this now is as useless as worrying about whether the sky will fall down tomorrow. Compared to this, the stakes cannot carve themselves.

Blow off the sawdust and check the smoothness of the surface by gently rubbing with your fingers. The cheese's eyes only rely on the light to carry out the carving.

He worked quietly, and there was only the sound of a carving knife penetrating the wood in the lobby of the hotel. The moonlight came in from outside the window, smudging the color of the gray robe slightly towards silvery white.

Behind the cheese robe, both the lantern rat emblem and the dice emblem that symbolized the alchemist flashed past, just like the ever-changing patterns on the first gray robe of the year.

But in addition to these two emblems, there seemed to be a faint, unclear coat of arms. But Cheese didn't know about it.

Speaking of which, how long will the ceremony begin?

Not many days have passed. Then I won’t be here for too long, there are still things waiting for me to deal with the north side. No, maybe when I go back, they have already dealt with it, about the teacher's legacy, the books in the library, and even the gray tower itself.

Maybe when I go back, the problems and conflicts have been resolved, and everyone can sit together peacefully and cherish the memory of the past years and people.

That couldn't be better.

No, it won't be like this. The gray robe's seats are destined to be unable to fill up. Not only is the position of the first gray robe vacant, but the Bacchus and Alchemist will never go back.

Don't think about it anymore, the stakes won't carve themselves.

It's only halfway through the night.