Chapter 287 Awakening and Thinking
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Unfamiliar ceiling.
Roland Hill opened his eyes and looked at the gauze curtain hanging above. The soft quilt and mattress were very warm. The faint scent of lavender came from the square pillow. The moonlight poured in through the transparent window and reflected on the ground. The walls are cold, the tables and chairs made of sandalwood are placed in the room, and the walls are hung with exquisitely decorated oil paintings. A copper incense burner was placed not far from the bed, exuding traces of heat and a faint soothing fragrance. Only the hollowed-out copper patterns revealed a little light, which seemed to be an alchemy creation.
Where is this place? Feeling a little unfamiliar, Roland Hill held his hands, sat up, turned his head and looked around, recalling the memory before falling asleep.
At that time, I should have been at the Winter Festival Gala. For some reason, seeing those flying villains, a severe nausea and nausea came up, and then my consciousness gradually became dizzy and blurred.
Frocia was sitting beside him at the time. Could it be that she brought him back?
Shaking his head and becoming a little more awake, Roland Hill probably guessed what happened next. It should have been sent back by Frocia, which means that this is where she lives, no wonder it is so luxurious.
Pulling off the quilt, she slowly got out of bed and looked at the world outside the window. The branches and trees covered with a little snow filled her eyes. It seemed that she was in the forest, and the place with the most forests in Emenas was naturally the city wall. College now.
Pulling the plug and gently pushing the window open, a trace of emerald green flashed in Roland Hill's pupils. .
The forest under the moonlight is cold and quiet. The small building made of white stone bricks is hidden in the middle of the mountain. Passing through the tall trees that block the view, you can see the Jingyue Lake in the distance. The giant stone pillars of yesterday have long disappeared, and the lake is as quiet as Mirror. A large castle stands by the lake. It is beautiful in shape and not bloated. Occasionally, green moss can be seen in the cracks of the masonry. There is a small amount of lights in the castle, which reveals a bit of warmth in the dark night.
Withdrew his cold fingers, Roland Hill closed the window and door again. Since Frocia took him over, he can sleep here tonight. She's not the kind of person who picks up the bed, and she doesn't want to disturb people so late that she wants to go back, so it's better to save some trouble.
Lying on the light purple pillow, the silver-haired girl slowly fell asleep, her bright face soft and dreamy.
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The next morning.
Roland Hill, who had slept for a long time, woke up very early today, but she didn't get up immediately because it was cold outside the quilt.
The girl lying on the bed was thinking about what happened last night. After reading the books for a while, she actually had some understanding of the so-called 'Phantom of Chaos'.
Mana is a special substance or energy, which can only be mobilized and condensed by the existence of soul or consciousness. This is also why there is Mana in the world of Ivar, but there is no phenomenon of items becoming refined. Even if it is a plant, although its consciousness is weak, it still exists, so a small number of extraordinary plants are born. Otherwise, like a stone, no matter how long it is soaked in Mana, it will not become an extraordinary thing.
From this, although the 'Phantom of Chaos' seems to have no wisdom, it should also be a living existence and have its own consciousness. The ancients also burned some creatures that were eroded by Chaos Phantoms, and their dust still had the ability to erode and infect. If the 'Phantom of Chaos' is a whole, it should have died long ago after being broken into such small particles.
But as an existence that can disrupt and mobilize Mana, it is obviously conscious, that is, alive. Since they are alive, they are still immortal after being divided into countless small pieces, that is to say, they have existed as countless small individuals (particles) from the very beginning. Therefore, after attaching to a large individual, it will make the latter appear chaotic and distorted.
There were not many 'Phantoms of Chaos' at the beginning, but gradually proliferated and spread after continuous erosion and infection.
Thinking back on this process carefully, is to gradually turn a large, rational soul into an individual as small and chaotic as himself, like a virus.
Most of the existing 'Phantoms of Chaos' were transformed back then, that is to say.
These 'Phantoms of Chaos' are actually the remnants of human souls.
Or to be more precise, it is the mutants of the soul residues of the past creatures.
So, where did the original "Phantom of Chaos" come from?
They pass through the vortex, cross the boundaries of space and time, and come here. - "Inscriptions from Archaeological Excavations from the Ruins of the Ancient Court of Giants"
The dragon fell from the starry sky to the earth, wailing and dying, its wings were rotten and broken, and those twisted maggots crawled out of the corpse and spread to the world. - "Ancient Inscriptions in the Eastern Continent"
The 'Phantom of Chaos' is without wisdom, or rather without much reason. They basically don't use tricks, and they don't think complicatedly, so it was only in the disaster of a thousand years ago that the frenzy that swept the world could be extinguished.
They instinctively pursue the pure soul, or the power of the world, eager to devour it. And the 'Phantom of Chaos' that has been swallowed seems to become smarter and more rational? ——"The Fifth Large-scale Investigation on Chaos Calamity"
I boldly guess that these original "Phantoms of Chaos" may have been created or produced by a very deep race that once walked in the supernatural realm. —— "Summary of the Great Sage Junanna at the post-war conference"
Thinking and sorting out the memories and thoughts in my mind, the door of the room opened.
The golden spiral hair is placed on the white elegant long dress, and its corners are decorated with light green decorations and patterns. As he walks in, a burst of freshness
The fragrance of flowers came slowly, and the blue pupils like lake water came into Rosie's field of vision.
"You're awake, Rosie." Frozia's voice came, she blinked, and then helped the girl up.
"feelling better?"
"Okay." Rochelle's clear voice sounded, then turned to look at the lady of the Landsworth family.
"Did you bring me back, Frothea."
"Yes, you fainted suddenly at the time, which surprised me. I checked carefully with magic, but I couldn't find the reason. Later, I used the white rose to calm you down slowly." Frocia touched Luo Xier's forehead felt it and found that the temperature was normal, so she put down her hand.
"Thank you, Frothea."
Rosie also had lingering fears. This time the situation was too sudden. Fortunately, Frocia was by her side. If she didn't have an acquaintance, it would be dangerous. It seems that the cultivation of the angel sequence must be accelerated.
Then Rosie got up to take a shower, and a few maids served by the side, followed by the breakfast prepared by the chef, Yi Lai stretched out her hand to eat and opened her mouth, making her seem to be back in the days of the Chamber of Commerce in the past.
At this moment, the early morning sun has slanted into the forest, and through the layers of shade, the buds on the ground are plated with a layer of light gold, and the sparse morning mist brings fresh air. Roland Hill walked down the steps made of white stone bricks and waved goodbye to Frocia who was standing in front of the door.
"Are you free tonight, Frothea?"
"Of course there is." Frozia looked at the silver-haired girl in the morning light, curious she suddenly asked this.
"I'll come to you in the evening." When he said this, Roland Hill felt like he was back when he was a child, looking for a friend to go out to play games secretly.
"Of course, you are very welcome~" Frocia replied with a smile.
After leaving the forest shrouded in the morning mist, Roland Hill's silver hair gradually turned pure black, and emerald wings turned into emerald green wings behind him, and flew towards the sky. Above the unknown altitude, the blue wind began to hover, and strands of breeze gathered in all directions. , and then began to blow across the campus.
Whether it is the snow-covered tower in the north, the turbulent river in the south, the small town in the west, the vibrant lakeside forest in the east, or the noisy school building in the center.
Thousands of meters above the sky, countless information began to gradually gather and feedback in the consciousness, and it was reflected in the pair of emerald eyes like a streamer.