The Whispering Verses Chapter 794: A passing reunion

No matter how reluctant you are to leave, you still have to leave, because the sound of the library beginning to collapse has been heard in the distance.

The High Ring Witches don’t need to do anything to pack their luggage themselves. They just wave their hands and the luggage will be automatically sorted and packed, and then carried by the apprentice Miss Drago.

The **** was sitting in front of the bonfire, and Shade stood up to see them off.

The four of them came to the huge door frame of the library. Although Miss Samuel was disappointed and seemed to want to talk to Shade about more things, she still extended her hand. Shade was stunned for a moment, and then reached out his hand to hold it.

"Mr. Hamilton, this journey has been very interesting for me, and I hope there will be a chance to meet next time."

The bespectacled witch held Shade's hand tightly. After letting go, she looked at her own palm and laughed happily:

"It's really interesting. When I get older, I will be very happy to have such an experience when I was young."

She is probably the only person who is truly happy right now.

Seeing that her teacher did not speak first, Miss Drago said softly to Shade:

"Thank you for your help, Mr. Hamilton. I only have Central. After leaving the valley, it may be difficult to remember this memory, but thank you very much."

Unexpectedly, he kissed Shade on the face, and then retreated behind Miss Olanode, with his big red tail swaying slightly behind him. Mia was very curious about this and turned to look at her short tail.

Shad looked at Miss Olanold. The two looked at each other, and the pointed-eared witch had a melancholy expression on her face:

"Sometimes it feels like time flies by really fast."

She reached out and hugged Shade:

"I hope there is still a chance to meet. I hope that next time, it will not be you coming to help me again, but me helping you like Teacher Feiliana."

"Yes, I will certainly do it."

Shad nodded.

Miss Samuel quietly pushed the pointed-eared witch, and then the latter gently kissed Shade on the cheek:

"May the moon always shine on you, Shade."

She took two steps back and then looked at her boots:

"Do you want me to take off my boots and give them to you as a parting gift?"

The pair of women's lace-up cloth boots really suited her, but Shade immediately shook his head, and everyone laughed.

Bryony Olanold, the first librarian of St. Byrons, took off her black cloak and handed it into Shad's hands:

"See you next time, definitely, see you next time."

Then, she raised the wooden staff in her hand and pointed it forward, and the golden aura split open the red snowy night, opening up a way forward for them:

"Goodbye, Shade."

Miss Samuel said softly and followed.

"Hope to see you next time."

Fiona, who was carrying a large and exaggerated backpack, was at the end. She whispered, and while passing by, the tip of her tail brushed the back of Shade's hand again.

The witch and her group walked into the late night of the Silent Valley, their figures illuminated by the red moon.

"Goodbye!"

Shad stood at the door of the library and waved. This was the first time in the past that he had watched others say goodbye.

"No one can escape separation and stories."

The old sage in gray robes stood behind Sha De at some point. He stepped forward and, together with Sha De, whose body was covered with golden cracks, looked at the departing figures of the witches.

"Excuse me. What do you want to tell me?"

Xia De asked softly and glanced at the little Mia in his arms. The cat did not feel any discomfort due to the close contact with the gods. It was probably protected by the afterglow of Sha De's body.

"I just want to talk to you about my story."

We looked at the increasingly blurry backs of the witches together. There was indeed something rushing towards them in the darkness, but all three of them could fight. They were safe now.

"Please tell me."

“Once upon a time, a mortal was searching for the forbidden knowledge of the First Age in the library. Of course he couldn’t find it, so he prayed to me in the temple and asked: You are the guardian of the library, even you , can’t we protect us from the lost knowledge? ”

The **** took a drag on his pipe and Shade asked:

"So how do you answer him?"

"God said: Mortals are ignorant, but knowledge is priceless. I am the guardian of the library, not the guardian of all knowledge."

"Is there a difference?"

"Of course, the guardian of the library, his power comes from [Silver Moon Sage]. And knowledge and wisdom are the domain of the ancient **** [Secret Keeper], do you understand?"

The old sage in gray robe even winked playfully.

Xia De closed his eyes and felt liquid slipping down his cheeks. They were tears of blood. The old **** directly described the overlapping responsibilities between the ancient gods, and the weight of knowledge and information made him almost lose consciousness for a moment.

Compared to those old gods who always hide half or even ninety percent of their words, this old sage is too direct.

[The library of old houses the original and current stories. The gray-robed sage who guards knowledge will not take the initiative to provide secrets, but he is willing to share those ancient collections with suitable mortals. 】

Crying and saying he betrayed Huijian, you said it was in a dream

Valley?

【The people have learned the story of the old **** "Grey Robe Sage", and you have learned one of the miracles of the old **** "Grey Robe Sage". 】

[Outlander, you have obtained a spell, search it in the library. 】

There are still double images in front of me. In the late night with red snow flying all over the sky, the figures of the three witches are even more distant.

"Why are you telling me this story?"

"One day, you will understand."

The **** smiled, and the wrinkles on his face made him look more kind. And Shade's time to stay here has also come to the last minute.

"Since you did not make a wish to me to obtain the secret of time, I will not tell you that information. However, I will give this knowledge to my believers. If you still want to pursue it , go look for it, look for it in your time, maybe you can really find the knowledge you want.”

In the sixth era, the old **** [Grey-robed Sage] has left, and his religious order has long since collapsed. But the part of the Order that helped establish the St. Byrons Library was integrated into the college. This was mentioned by Mr. Edmond of the Guiding Light Monastery

Xia De nodded hesitantly.

He still had some questions he wanted to ask, but at this time, white mist had surged up from around him, and it was time for him to leave.

So, he formally handed the "Unknown Sacrifice Book" slate in his hand to the old sage in front of him, who nodded:

"I wish you luck, child, the road ahead may not be easy."

?’s figure disappeared beside Sha De.

Shad hugged little Mia with one hand, then used his coat to turn it into a toy and put it back in his pocket. He raised his head to take one last look at the backs of the witches, only to find that further away in the valley, there were spider web-like cracks in the space, like broken glass.

Then, the crack broke with a loud sound of glass shattering, which even made Shade at the door of the library feel harsh:

"Huh? Who shattered the space? Is there such a powerful guy in the valley?"

The golden light came from behind the hole where the space was shattered. Miss Olanold, Miss Samuel and Miss Drago were surprised to see the figure behind the golden light and listened to the noisy sound behind the hole.

Red high heels stepped out of the broken space, followed by a black skirt. The tall witch held down the pointed hat on her head, dressed in white and black skirt, and walked out of the cave, her long golden hair swaying in the wind with the red snow:

"Bryony, what are you and Fiona doing? Do you know that half a month has passed outside."

She first saw her careless student, and was about to scold him, but suddenly looked up into the distance and saw the blurry figure at the door of the library.

The two looked at each other through the swaying red snowflakes, and the snowflakes could not block the exchange of eyes. Shade's heart seemed to stop beating at this moment. He opened his mouth slightly, unable to believe that he actually saw her at the end.

"Shad?!"

The witch abandoned her students and turned into a ray of light and rushed into the snowy night, but it was too late.

"This is for you"

At the last moment, Shade reached into his pocket, took out some wilted roses, and stretched them forward.

The flowers fall in the snow because the bearer has left. But the falling white rose was caught by another hand before it fell into the red snow.

Myrna Feliana straightened up.

The witch twisted the stem of the flower and looked at the place where Shade disappeared, without speaking for a long time.

In the white mist, a giant tree appeared in front of Sha De's eyes, as if the tree supported the heaven and earth. He stretched out his right hand, ready to catch the two leaves swirling down from the sky.

The voice in my ear laughed:

[Outlander, there is only one flower left in the flower you bought from the flower girl along the street. Who will you give it to? 】

The disappointed Shade did not answer, turned and left the [Time Corridor].

[Outlander, you have returned to the present time. 】

[Message from the ancient **** "Father of the Infinite Tree":]

【Infinite time will protect you. 】

When Shade opened his eyes, he had returned to the bonfire surrounding Priest August, Sister Devlin and Iluna, and even maintained the posture of sitting in front of the bonfire.

He stretched out his palm slightly forward, and two emerald green leaves lay in his palm, almost untouchable.

Everyone was looking at him, Iluna frowned slightly:

"How come you have such a strong breath of life?"

Balanced Chosen Ones are highly sensitive to different forms of power.

"It's not important."

Having lost the key thaumaturgy [Moon Shadow's Illusion], gained the [Red Dragon Power] and [Library Search] spells, and the old-era women's black cloak, it is difficult to tell the end of this journey. means nothing. Shade stood up holding on to the ground, breathing heavily. Although he was melancholy, he knew what he needed to do now.

There will always be a chance to meet again, he firmly believes this.

Hang the witch's necklace around his neck, his face gradually becomes serious:

"It's time for me to go."

Standing by the bonfire, I turned to look at Joey Barton on the dark and silent waters. I hadn’t seen him for three seconds, but he was still calling for the soul of his beloved.

It was so peaceful here, and Shade's mood calmed down due to the influence of death. No matter what, the story of Joey Barton should end today.