She Is Not a Witch Chapter 322: The Weeping Son Reflected in the Water
Autumn is here, and the scenery in the Emerald Forest has undergone a huge change.
Most of the trees are still evergreen and verdant, but there are also some areas where the trees have become orange and beautiful.
Large tracts of light yellow and crimson leaves cover the corners of the forest, soaking the world and making people feel a kind of natural beauty.
Lorraine Hill was wearing a black and white dress, walking in the forest full of fallen leaves, followed by another girl of about the same height.
The two walked one after the other, and Lorraine Hill occasionally stopped, waiting for the girl behind her, watching her walk towards him step by step, and then nodded with a smile to express her encouragement.
After walking in the woods for a while, the two stopped and sat down on a larger clean stone.
"Tiffany, are you feeling better?" Lorraine Hill asked the girl beside her.
"It's a little bit better, thank you Lorraine." The blond elf girl was very weak, and she even spoke very softly.
Among the six elves who confronted Lorraine Hill that day, Tiffany was one of the singers wearing a bright yellow dress.
Although this elf girl is young, she has great talent, which is why she was chosen by the conservatives to be possessed by a goblin in order to perform secret arts.
However, after this kind of secret technique that overwhelmed the seedlings was broken, it also ushered in a huge backlash. Three of the elves suffered from mental schizophrenia on the spot, and the others also suffered huge mental shocks, confusion, and some even lost control. Self-knowledge, inability to distinguish others from oneself.
Although Tiffany is not schizophrenic, her condition is also very bad. Coupled with the defeat of the conservatives, this underage elf girl almost died in the prison.
Fortunately, Lorraine Hill recognized the girl, and during the duel, Tiffany also hoped that Lorraine Hill would give up many times, so as to save her life.
In view of this, Lorraine Hill finally decided to lend a helping hand to the child he knew.
Physical treatment is not difficult, but mental pain is very tormenting. After this accident, it is impossible for Tiffany to advance to Sequence 5 in the future. Sequence 4 at most is the limit.
Her spirit has also become extremely sensitive, and she will be extremely frightened when she goes to crowded places, and she cannot fall asleep if she is a little noisy. She took walks and tried various ways to heal the girl.
If it can be cured, it will be a great improvement in soul consciousness. Lorraine Hill has a hunch that this skill will be useful in many places.
"Does your head still hurt today?" Lorraine Hill tapped Tiffany's forehead with her fingers to feel her condition.
"There are still some, like a bee struggling in her head, and she can't calm down." Tiffany closed her eyes and spread her body on the stone behind her. The gorgeous light yellow dress spread like a butterfly. open.
"It's hard, Tiffany, if you persevere a little longer, you'll get better." Looking at the girl who was involved in the struggle between the two factions, Lorraine Hill felt the impermanence of life.
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Weeping Moon Corolla, Old Maple Mansion.
This was originally the residence of an elf nobleman, but as the family members passed away one by one, the last generation of masters handed over this mansion to the elf royal family before their death.
Now this is the son of the Griffin, the residence of Jelan, who is arranged by the elves to copy the poems of the elves every day, and then hand them over to the goblin hut by the lake outside the corolla.
The goblins will sing the presented poems, and Jailan's day's work will not be over until the goblins finish singing.
Although it is not difficult, at least 4 hours a day should be spent on this matter, accompanied by an inspector from the elf family every day to ensure that the eldest son of the griffin is sincerely repenting.
In the first few days, Jailan felt very uncomfortable. He is not the kind of poet who likes to feel sad. He picks up a pen and writes every day, which makes him feel a little ashamed.
At any rate, I am also the heir in name of the Western Territory. Although I thought so in my heart, I didn't get angry. After a few days, I gradually got used to it.
Another morning.
After washing, the descendant Jaylann came to his study in a white shirt. The study here is next to the window on the first floor with trees and fallen leaves. It is okay for him to occasionally see the outside scenery when he is copying. Not boring.
Proficiently took down the booklet of poetry, opened the part to be transcribed today, filled the ink with a copper pen, and began to write.
Out of pride, when Jailan wrote, he didn't think about scribbling, but tried his best to make the handwriting look neat.
Although he is not a calligrapher, the good education he has received since childhood also makes his handwriting look somewhat beautiful.
On the white paper, the tip of the copper pen rubbed against each other, making a slight sound, and then the jet black ink flowed down and soaked into the paper, forming distinct black and white handwriting.
The birds flew over the woods in the morning, and some landed on the roof, trampling and making a slight sound, and chirping from time to time. On the lake in the distance, there was the faint cry of swans.
Time passes unnoticed.
It was almost noon when Jaylan looked up again. Seeing the pile of Shiyao papers that were **** thick, Jaylan put down his pen and moved his body.
Today's task is considered complete.
Unknowingly, I have gotten used to this kind of life, which is really strange, obviously it has only been less than a month.
Out of the house, the two great knights guarding the door greeted Jailan. He simply nodded in response, and then took a walk in the shade of fallen leaves outside the house.
This is the Weeping Moon Corolla, an elf corolla with a small population. Because it is close to the Lake of Tears in the center of the Emerald Garden, only a small number of elves are allowed to live here. More often, it is used as a visit to the Emerald Moon The residence of the envoys in the palace.
In the past, the empire has always sent people to live here. As long as you cross the Laiyue Lake, you can reach the Palace of the Emerald Moon where the Elf Queen lives, which is very convenient.
For the sake of safety, this corolla is also home to legions of elves, and the headquarters of the most elite Emerald Rose Knights is here.
Looking beyond the shade of the tall trees, Jaylann looked at the incomparably blue lake in the east. The outline of the incomparably beautiful palace was revealed in the distance. Occasionally, fairy dragons could be seen flying over the palace. These special features in the forest Dragons, guardians of elves and goblins, are their trusted allies.
Although it has been almost three months since he came to the Emerald Forest, Jaylann has never had the chance to see the elf queen, at most, he only had a few glimpses from a distance in the hall of the holy tree.
The marriage mentioned earlier seems to have completely failed.
Sentimental about his failure, Jailan walked slowly on the fallen leaves, looking at the scenery in the forest with his hands behind his back.
He didn't have any hope for this marriage, so he didn't feel disappointed. He just thought, when this is over and he goes back a year later, the situation in the family has probably changed a lot.
The father has already decided to give him up in the cold, and the two younger brothers have grown up. Under the guidance of their father, they will gradually oppose themselves in order to suppress their influence as the eldest son.
Choosing a big tree, Jailan leaned under the tree, put his hands on his head, looked at the blue sky, and slowly closed his eyes, enjoying the rare tranquility. Seeing this, the two great knights who were following in the distance also stopped and stayed in the distance, not to disturb the lord's rest.
The wind blows slightly, and the grass at the feet is also swaying, blowing over the body lying in the grass, the bright eyes make people feel sleepy, and a sense of comfort spreads from the limbs Come.
That's it, this trip to the forest seems to be not bad.
Thinking so, Jaylan slowly fell asleep.
The wind is still blowing, the sun in the sky is slowly turning, and at noon, the chirping of birds is much more peaceful.
It seemed to be a very long dream, and when Jelan woke up, he even missed it a little bit.
In the afternoon, Jailan, followed by several white lion knights, came to the goblin hut by the lake.
These light and cheerful beings are playing with the birds in the lake. Most of them are less than one meter tall, like shrunken elves with translucent wings.
"The big man is here." A goblin greeted his companions.
"Ah, it's him again, so annoying~" The blue fairy shook her head, looking like she didn't want to see her again.
"Sister Queen asked us to sing with his manuscript, and she has already agreed." Another fairy with light pink wings dissuaded her.
"Okay, okay, let's buy sister Aiqinweila's face."
Reluctantly, a few goblins gathered together and flew over, and then landed on a wide tree stump, so that they could overlook the coming Jailan and his party.
"Give it to us, Son of Men."
The green-winged goblin sat on the tree stump, crossing her legs and posing proudly, but the slender and small figure made others look more cute.
"Please sing, fairy friends." As usual, Jailan handed over the manuscript paper that had been transcribed.
"Hmph, let me see which one is today?" As he spoke, the green-winged fairy turned the page.
""The boy reflected in the water, the son who weeps under the moon", you have already transcribed this song."
In the sound of emotion, several fairies each picked up a piece of paper, and then passed it back and forth. They didn't seem to care about the order, they were very casual.
Not long after, the pages fell from the sky, and the goblins joined hands and formed a small circle and sang in the twilight that approached night.
"The Never Seen Figure"
"The Forgotten Promise"
"The garden that has never been reached"
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"Youth Walks in the Night"
"He was hunted down by wolves"
"He was cut by thorns"
"He is sad for being weak"
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"The lake in the forest"
"Bright Moonlight"
"Microwave rippling water light"
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"The boy stopped by the lake"
"He fell on his knees for hunger and thirst"
"Drenched in blood and sweat"
"He screamed and howled for himself"
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"Youth cry for yourself"
"Shadow in the Lake"
"Ugly and blurry"
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"You are nothing more than that"
"Don't compare with the bright moon"
"Just hide under the dark tree"
"There is a place to rest"
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"The boy sank into the lake"
"The black figure rises from the lake"
"I am you"
"He laughed at the boy in the lake"
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"There is another black wolf in the forest"
"He never looks in the mirror"
"I don't even look at the moon in the water"
"Because he no longer has a hometown"
"Never look back again"
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"The lake in the forest"
"The lake that will never go again"
"The Black Wolf under the Moon"
"Lonely Black Wolf"
"The boy in the water"
"The Dead Boy"
"The Forgotten Hometown"
In the forest flickering with fireflies, Jailan sat cross-legged under a tree, quietly watching the fairies dancing in the night and the ancient songs they sang.
Amidst the singing, he seemed to see a distant scene. A young man was trekking hard in the forest.
The forest is full of bushes and thorns, tripping and cutting him, covered with dust and blood.
The young man knelt down by the lake at the end, the brilliant full moon reflected on the lake, and he saw himself in the lake.
So disappointing.
He can no longer be what he was expected to be.
Weak tears falling into the lake, repulsive and so ugly.
He reached into the water and struck, trying to crush the disappointing ugliness.
Then it also sank into the water and merged with the ugly form.
I am you, this is what you look like, the black shadow said so, he stood up from the lake, and he was no longer a boy.
Unable to go back to the past, but to forget the appearance of his hometown, the black wolf walked towards the dark night alone.
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"His Royal Highness Jailan."
Jelanne was awakened by a jiggling and questioning, and when he opened his eyes, it was already late at night.
The goblin has long since disappeared, insects are singing all around, the stars in the sky are shining brightly, and the cold lake surface is slightly rippling in the night wind.
"Your Highness, after listening to the goblin's Shi Yao, you fell asleep for a long time." Several white lion knights whispered, explaining why they disturbed the lord's sleep.
"Well, I see."
Jelann stood up without blaming, nor did he tell what he had dreamed.
He slowly came to the lake and put his hand into the water.
It was already an autumn night, and the lake water was cold and icy cold. The lake water flowed from the fingers and fell into the water with a clear sound.
The eldest son of the griffin looked at himself quietly in the lake, and after a long time, he stood up again and turned to leave.
The night was quiet, and the torchlight shone on the path in the forest. Several knights and elf inspectors walked behind quietly, following the son of the griffin back.
When he came to the flower crown, he turned his head again and looked at the lake that was no longer visible under the night.
"How many goblins are there in the forest, only those by the lake?" asked the eldest son of the griffin suddenly.
After thinking for a while, the elf monitor who followed replied: "There are about 300-400 people, and they are distributed everywhere."
"Can I visit these goblins separately~IndoMTL.com~I mean, can I listen to the songs sung by different goblins?"
"Yes, but we need to accompany you, and you can't leave the scope of the Emerald Court."
"I see." After receiving a satisfactory answer, Jaylan walked into the house.
Perhaps, the next year will not be a boring life.
And it's time for me to redefine my direction.
Son of the Griffin, son of the Griffon, besides this identity, what else can I become? It's really exciting.
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Guess the future direction of Jailan, and the witch who helped Lorraine that day will tell about it tomorrow 00/~
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