The Modern Age of the Mysterious

"Please find the mud and bury him." Nicola Tesler looked at Sean seriously.顣

Sean nodded without hesitation: "Yes. If the labyrinth island is safe in the future, I will take you to his grave."

"Thank you, Sean." It seemed that Tesler really cared about this matter. He seemed to want to shake Sean's hand, but he opened his arms and hugged Sean tightly.

Before dinner, Sean took advantage of the time alone and reported to Aaliyah that he was safe through the Bloody Rose Brooch:

"I'm all right now, don't read. I'll be back in about a week, take care of yourself." Conveying more words is a waste of precious power, so the sentences are short.

After a while, a response came from Sean's ear, and it was Aaliyah's voice sent back through the brooch: "Okay."

Although the response was short, Sean could hear Aaliyah's voice was a little hoarse, and there was a sense of relief in the well-behaved answer, followed by a faint sob.

I haven't heard from her for nearly two months, and there are all kinds of messy news coming from the continent I'm going to. During this period, I contacted with a rose brooch and got no reply... It seems that she is really worried this time.顣

Sean felt a little distressed, not knowing how she spent this time. He secretly made up his mind that he would spend his poor little sister with him during the time he went back...

As the host, Tesler prepared a perfect dinner for all the friends. The food was exquisite and delicious, and everyone chatted happily. Of course, the meat at this feast was imported, not the dubious product of that horrible processing plant.

After drinking some white wine, Arthur, who has always been free and easy, once again swept away the secretive style of the explorers, and showed their biggest harvest of this journey-Clark Stella's notebook at the dinner.

When everyone realized that it was a travel book and guide about Raliyah, they all held their breath and straightened their eyes.

The travel notes about R'lyeh are no less than someone's detailed introduction to the real hell.

Of course, although we all know the rarity and preciousness of this text, ordinary people don't have the idea of ​​seeing it—after all, even just reading the text written in green ink for a while may make you mistakenly read it in your dream that night. into that great city.

No matter how crazy a fantasist is, he will not allow himself to have such an impulse.顣

Everyone looked at the old book with awe and curiosity, and raised their glasses together to congratulate the return from R'lyeh and the great achievement of fulfilling Stella's last wish...

After the dinner, the unfulfilled people stayed in the living room to continue smoking, drinking and chatting. Sean went back to his room first. He was a little tired and wanted to have a good sleep. After washing, he saw Olivia sitting facing the blue water.

The slender girl turned her head: "Excuse me, reader." She lowered her head slightly and parted her white hair, revealing the keyhole on the delicate nape of her neck.

Sean understood, took out the bronze key, carefully inserted it into the keyhole, and then turned it gently—the core flywheel of the Seiko girl will be wound up after a while.

The initial rotation felt very loose, and as the tail of the pendant passed through every angle, there was a continuous clicking sound, as if tightening a music box, which made people feel relaxed and happy.

Sean's eyes fell on Olivia. The light-emitting seawater illuminated the petite body, and Sean could see scars like river vein maps on the surface of the alchemy metal that reflected the restrained light.

There is also the latest one, which runs through the left shoulder and right abdomen like a ribbon, and the healing line is like a slightly raised pale golden mountain range.顣

They are all traces of healing after Olivia's injuries. Even with the self-memory and restoration properties of those magical metals, every restoration leaves a scar.

"Olivia, do you feel pain?" Every time her body was broken, she remained expressionless. Sean has been unable to bear to ask this question.

She raised her head, blinked, and said, "Yes.

"But pain is necessary," she added.

Seemingly realizing that the reader was silent, she turned her head, her red pupils were slightly bright, like some kind of innocent cub: "Sean, don't worry about the pain I feel.

"Olivia who is the candle bearer is very happy."

Sean was still turning the key—the resistance from his fingertips had grown a bit.顣

"Like I said before, I can hear my heart ticking when I'm sitting in a museum."

"Tick, tick..." Olivia imitated, as if imitating a second hand.

"Maybe at that time I was just a desk clock, beating sixty times a minute. I counted it in the dark, and when I counted to more than 6.2 billion, the door opened, and there was a sound from the back of my neck." The voice of the bar, I opened my eyes and saw you..." She turned her head happily, as if she must look at Sean when she said this.

"I became your candle bearer..." as if describing a good dream, "Because I was with you, I stood on the stone platform in the Night Wind Temple and became a goddess.

"I stood behind you during the initiation ceremony, watched your back, and was with all the people in the book club."

"What is pain compared to counting the ticks in the dark, wondering if your heart is rusted?

"Pain is necessary, even pain...

"It turns out that it can also be happy."

It seemed to be a bit explicit~www.wuxiaspot.com~ She turned her head a little embarrassed.

"Also, Sean will feel sorry for me.

"The meaning of Candle Bearer is obviously to sacrifice for the readers, but it's ridiculous—Xiao En actually told me not to always rush to the front, but to always protect me...

"It's like buying a book and being reluctant to read it."

click. The clockwork is full. He put the bronze key away properly.

"Olivia, you..." Yang

She turned her head in doubt, always blinking in that way: What's wrong, reader?

"You are becoming more and more like a real person." Sean stared at her, as if he saw Aaliyah, a cluster of flowers swaying in the wind, and the most beautiful thing in the world.

"No, I was wrong—" He shook his head again, "You are already a real person."

Olivia's eyes widened in surprise, because she saw Sean approaching, and her forehead was slightly warmed. Sean has never acted like this before.

sean...

She hugged the reader. Two years ago, she never thought that she could still hug someone.

That feels so good. Solid, spacious and warm, like a bird flying back to its nest.顣

In her nest, the candle bearer closed her eyes.

Tick, tick, she could still hear the voice in her chest, but the voice was no longer cold. Time went from an endless stream of falling sand to a gift. She appreciates every second of this gift.