Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

"The lower body must be stable, otherwise if the attack of the upper body fails, the enemy will easily knock you down - spread the legs further and hold for thirty seconds."

"Pay attention to the rhythm of your breathing when running. Don't breathe too frequently. Count by yourself - take every two steps, inhale through your nose and exhale through your mouth."

"Okay, that's it for today's lecture - don't sit down, gentlemen, stretch your limbs and move your joints, otherwise you will wake up the next day in pain as if your whole body is falling apart."

Under his reasonable guidance, the young people became stronger and more energetic. Among them, the eldest son of the consul won the wrestling championship at a sports meeting jointly organized by several city-states. The young man wearing a flower crown was so excited that he kissed

The consul was very satisfied with his teaching results and increased his salary by 20%. Besides training, he did not hesitate to share stories from the past with the teenagers.

Demonic wolves hiding in the night, cunning and sinister demons, cultivators ripening grain on the frozen soil, soldiers filling their empty stomachs with tasteless porridge, some people escaped from the curse, and some died fighting with their companions.

The battlefield... The young people imagined the biting north wind and the scalding blood with bright eyes. They trembled at the devil's power and were delighted that the Creator finally shed his light. Once the consul came to listen and couldn't help but stand in awe and invited him to join us.

Lunch.

Education is not an easy task, but he did it so easily, with no doubts, no conflicts, and no unhappiness.

It's like he's been doing this a long time ago.

"Sir, do you have elf blood?"

"Why?"

"Ah, I don't mean to offend, I just think your appearance is very unique." The prime minister said, "People from the Eastern Continent are generally angular, but your facial lines are softer than ours.

.Of course, this does not mean that you are unmanly."

"It's okay, you don't have to worry about it." He smiled openly, "My comrades feel the same way."

In fact, "possessing elven blood" was not something worth bragging about at the time. After all, the Creator once wrested the power of the storm from the Elf King. Humans and elves did not deal with it for a long time - the elves hated the false gods elected by humans and murdered them.

They lost their king, and humans thought that the tyranny deserved their decline and decline. With such an appearance, it would not be surprising if he was suspected of being a spy sent by the elves, but his comrades still generously trusted him and joked about him.

The matter was briefly mentioned, such as "If you grow your hair longer, you can pretend to be my sister" or "If you are a woman, I will definitely marry you" and so on.

Thinking of this, he tried hard to suppress his laughter, "In that chaotic era, there were too many people who didn't know who their parents were - I was one of them."

"So that's it." The Archon shook his head regretfully, "Although the Elf King was once the enemy of the Creator, the elves are not too cruel to humans, at least compared to magic wolves, demons, and alien species. I treat them

I am also very interested in some cultural customs, but unfortunately there are only a few words in the historical data."

"Sounds such a shame, what are the remaining parts about?"

"Historical data says that the elves learned to make cooked food very early. They used two branches to pick up the food. One of the foods was condensed blood. But don't think that they wanted to drink blood. This kind of blood was also boiled.

You have to wait until you can enter...what, is there anything inappropriate in what I said?"

"No...it's nothing." He murmured in sleep, his body trembling slightly, "It's nothing."

He stared at the dark roof of the car in a daze. The room transformed by the extraordinary items of the space system seemed extremely spacious, and even the ceiling was as vast as a starless and moonless night.

"Elves."

Before he realized it, the word slipped out of his lips. Shi Tiantian opened his eyes and turned his face.

"So you weren't asleep?"

At that time, he had not realized that mythical creatures did not need sleep, let alone knew that Shi Tianzhang first came into contact with the concept of "sleep" on an afternoon when the rain had just stopped: at that time, he was on a deadline to finish a day.

After finishing this report, he finally fell on the bed and slept in his clothes when he was very tired. The little crow with its yellow beak tilted its head and observed the way he was "whirring, whirring". He found it very interesting and stole a handful of sleep from him.

He followed his example and fell on the pillow. The dream was as soft as the pillow, and Shi Tian learned to sleep for the first time. Later, he fell in love with the smell of dried sleeping flowers and night vanilla in the pillow, and fell in love with the quilt.

The smell that belonged to my father after being exposed to the sun, I fell in love with the silence where only the sound of breathing was left, I fell in love with the body temperature soaked in the bed next to me, and I fell in love with the sleep that angels fell in love with.

Amon turned over, half of his face pressed against the pillow, his voice sounded muffled, "You have been very worried since the past few days."

"Is it obvious?"

"When you play the piano, you will miss a part or repeat a part several times."

"Okay... I'm really not paying attention."

"Why do you suddenly care about elves?"

"If I said it was because they would eat blood clots with two sticks... would you believe it?"

"As strange as it sounds, you really weren't lying."

"Oh," he smiled softly, "do you even know if I lied?"

Shi Tianzhi adjusted the monocle that did not match his small face with satisfaction, "No one can lie in front of the God of Deception."

"Okay, you're awesome."

"Of course. But if you want to know things related to elves, why do you have to look up those classics that only have a few lines of text over and over again, instead of asking your father directly? Father is the omniscient and omnipotent creator."

He was silent for a moment before speaking. The clever Shi Tiantang did not deliberately wait for his answer. He sat up and patted his small chest: "It doesn't matter if you don't want to ask father. You can ask me! I also know that many classics do not

Something I can write about!" Although I overheard the conversation between my father and Heiye!

"oh--"

"Hey, why do you look so unbelieving?" Little Crow said angrily, "You would never have imagined that the original elves came from the Western Continent!"

Western Continent?

He suddenly realized a strange fact: the Eastern Continent, where the Kingdom of God is permanently stationed on the earth, the Northern Continent, where cities and states are gradually growing, and the Southern Continent, where rich resources have yet to be developed, are all familiar to the world... Only the Western Continent has always been shrouded in mystery.

In the fog, it is not witnessed, understood, or recorded, so that only an extremely shallow impression is left.

Perhaps in a few years, people will no longer believe that there was a Western Continent in the world.