Chapter 1861 Philed Alexander

Why use wooden coffins?

Fine gold, mithril, or even jade and gold, which one is not more gorgeous and extravagant than a wooden coffin?

Or is the price of this kind of wood better than the former?

He cautiously approached the coffin, cautiously climbed onto the mithril platform, and stood in front of the coffin, quietly looking at the coffin that was within reach, but reluctant to reach out and touch it.

I was doubtful and confused in my heart.

The voice of Odachi rang in my mind: "What are you still standing there for? Open the coffin lid."

I hesitated and said, "Will opening the coffin rashly like this trigger a trap? I always feel that there is something wrong with this wooden coffin."

"There is indeed magic fluctuation inside this coffin," Odachi said.

"Look, luckily I'm cautious."

"But this kind of magic fluctuation is not a trap." Odachi said slowly: "If my perception is correct, it is more like a kind of memory magic fluctuation."

"Is the memory magic fluctuation like that of Queen Freide Ophelia?"

"No," Odachi denied: "It's a magic wave similar to that of Fred Rupert, which is a kind of memory magic with the ability to think independently."

"Freid Rupert, that guy is very unfriendly!" I said with lingering fear: "I wonder if this guy will be just like him, cruel and cruel, killing without restraint. By the way, can you tell the difference between this kind of thing? Are there any evil thoughts in the magic fluctuations in the memory?"

"Are you kidding me?" Odachi said in a mocking idiot tone: "I am a sword, not a god. Don't force the sword to do anything, okay?"

Faced with the two choices of either opening the coffin or leaving, I cautiously chose the former.

The moment the coffin lid was opened, a golden halo rose up and condensed into a very handsome man at an extremely fast speed.

Starry eyes and sharp eyebrows, a high nose and thin lips, sharp edges and corners, a dignified appearance, a pair of pointed ears set back, and meticulous white hair that is close together in a natural way.

Yes, he also has white hair, the same color as me.

No matter which angle you look at this man who is shrouded in golden light, you can't feel a trace of hostility. On the contrary, I even vaguely feel that what he feeds back to me is an indescribable sense of holiness.

This person. Perhaps it would be better to call him a memory. He looked around and finally fixed his gaze on my face. He looked at me quietly for a few seconds. Suddenly, there was a touch of beauty that changed the color of the world. Smile.

After being absent-minded for a while, I suddenly woke up, slapped myself hard, and secretly cursed myself for being so stupid, how could I slip up at such a critical moment?

However, how can I always maintain my composure in the face of such a beautiful smile?

Just when I was secretly blaming myself, a pleasant voice suddenly came into my ears: "Hello, my name is Fred Alexander, little one, what's your name?"

"Ah? Ah, my name is An Xiaoyi."

"It turns out to be An Xiaoyi. Nice to meet you. Nice to meet you." He subconsciously stretched out his hand, but suddenly found that his hand was just a glowing shadow, so he smiled apologetically and said, "I'm sorry, I can't shake hands with you. If As you can see, I am just a memory magic. Apart from being able to communicate with you, I can't do anything else."

"It's good to be able to communicate and talk," I said, "After all, you are a senior from thousands of years ago!"

"Has it been thousands of years?" His words were full of emotion, but not the least bit surprised: "I really want to see what the world will be like in this thousand years."

"You are just a memory magic, so what if you see it?" I hit him unabashedly and said: "You can't change the pattern of this world at all, you can't even touch a grain of dust or a blade of grass. "

Fred Alexander was not angry because of my rudeness. He just looked at me quietly. After a while, he said, "Can you please tell me what the current world is like?"

I curled my lips and said disdainfully: "You really don't want to give up."

After hesitating for a moment, I continued: "Okay, just think of it as my apology for trespassing into the tomb. The Zephyr Continent is now divided into Airui City, which is ruled by the Carter family, York Han City, which is ruled by the Simmons family, and the city of York and Han, which is ruled by the Simmons family. There are five major forces: Darsay City, commanded by the Gus family, Fort Vicky, commanded by goblins and dwarves, and Moonlight City, commanded by the elves and goblins. The strongest among them is Fort Vicky, and the one you belong to As of now, there are only two royal members left in the Philed family. One of them is Philed Trika, the current Fairy Queen, and the other is her granddaughter, named Philed Remi, who is mine. fiancée."

After hearing this, there was no trace of joy or anger in Fred Alexander's expression. He just sighed slightly and said: "The way of the world is that when it is prosperous, it will decline, and when it is declining, it will die. The last race left over from ancient times is also inevitable. A destiny buried by time."

I was thinking about what words to use to comfort him, but I saw Alexander smile slightly and said: "But fortunately you can wake me up at this time and let me know that my tribe is still there. Thank you, little guy."

Feeling the most sincere smile from him, I suddenly fell into a trance. Is this person really as cruel as described in the relief?

As the saying goes, the face comes from the heart. If what is described in the relief is true, he should not be so gentle. Moreover, even if he is disguised, the cruel and ferocious anger cannot be concealed. But the man in front of him... why can he show it? What about such a sincere smile?

"Do you have any doubts?" Alexander looked at me with pure eyes and said gently: "If you have any doubts, you can tell me. If the question is within the scope of my knowledge, I can answer it for you. , no compensation is required.”

".I want to know who you are," I said straight to the point.

"Oh?" Alexander was a little confused.

I explained: "The impression you gave me is different from the one depicted in the reliefs outside. You don't look like a murderous and cruel tyrant. The first impression you gave me is more like a wise and benevolent king."

After a few seconds of silence, Alexander asked: "Is this important?"

"Yes," I said, "This is very important to me."

He nodded, dragged his chin with his fingers, thought quietly for a while, and said slowly: "Actually, what you think is correct, and what is depicted on the reliefs is also correct. Moreover, those reliefs were made by me according to the real drawings by the craftsmen. It is carved by history. I don’t hope that thousands of years later, my descendants will only remember my glory and forget my conquests. I also hope that every spectator who understands my life will understand one thing, war, It is cruel and bloody, and when a country is founded, countless corpses and bones will become its cornerstone."