Chapter 303 303 The River of the Underworld, Life Wool Grass

Chapter 303 303. The River of the Underworld, Life Wool Grass

Before officially ending his trip, Kloya returned to the dormitory he had just rented and fiddled with it for a while.

Then, he walked out of the room with the Fishtail Sea Duck King.

In the corridor, the apprentices who learned that he had finally come had been waiting almost anxiously.

And he asked calmly under the eager gaze of the anxious apprentices who had been waiting:

"How is it going?"

Very naturally, he stepped forward, and the elite apprentices beside him took turns to report to him the results and data of the current survey of the land in the West and the locust extermination plan.

Everything fits together like a gear. He, who is in the center surrounded by apprentices, understands everything clearly and gives instructions in an orderly manner:

"Send someone to communicate with the Rock Ape Tribe and say that they can provide more special salt."

"The land must be isolated and the magic readings of each piece of land must be recorded."

"Make another plan for the infrastructure construction of the indigenous villages in the Western Territory and submit it to the management department of Hanjiao Island for review."

"Ask the people who have crystal skeletons whether they are willing to join the Northern Territory Administration. If they are not willing, their movements must be controlled."

Just when he finished dealing with all the trivial matters that needed to be judged by the lord himself, a little girl stood there not far away, trembling a little.

That was... the little girl with five skeletons. Behind her, four shadows could be vaguely seen, all of them were young boys and girls.

He stopped, and the apprentices stopped too. They cleverly began to disperse all the idle people around them and formed a circle to ensure that the lord could handle these emergencies in a relatively quiet environment.

The ivy on Cloya's wrist sighed briefly.

Its voice was a little muffled: "There was once a group of children who made a living by stealing. They gathered in a warm and small house every day, enjoying the stolen food and waiting for tomorrow to come.

But one day, one of them began to fall ill, and the disease began to spread. In the end, only the youngest child survived with the help of the village chief.

She couldn't believe that all her brothers and sisters died, so she fantasized that they could come back to life, so one day..."

"They really came back to life." Cloya continued: "And the little girl also had the power to communicate with the mercury sea and was favored by the lamp monster.

Former partners and friends in the past reunited around them, no longer worrying about food and livelihood. Distress, just enjoy joy and games every day.

Don't you think this is a good fairy tale? "

Ivy was silent for a moment, "But fairy tales always have an end, and the lamp monster cannot survive in the world, even with my power. "

"The souls stranded in the world of the living will be hooked away by the sickle from the underworld, waiting to be decomposed and reorganized in the dark and silent river. "

"In the end, she will still be alone. "

"This is the ending that fairy tales will not describe-fairy tales always end in a heartwarming way, like a history that ends abruptly, without any follow-up. "

Hearing this, Kroya shook his wrist without comment, and the leaves of the ivy bracelet reflected the quaint green light in the sun.

He looked at the little girl and waved to her: "Come here."

When the little girl came over nervously, he whispered to Ivy: "Fortunately, I have the ability to continue writing fairy tales. "

The young wizard's voice was actually a little excited.

...

In the dark plane.

This small plane given by the Orpheus family has been transformed over and over again. The living space of the Monument-Eating Tree has been compressed again and again, and the dim lamp is releasing a stable and gentle light.

The gradually changing sunset glow flows on the earth like a stream, surrounding the sun grass that grows particularly vigorously - but it has never entered the latter's light curtain.

Instead, the scattered golden spike flowers grow under the light curtain illuminated by the sun grass, and the small stamens reflect the golden light, which is completely different from the sunset glow, belonging to the morning light.

The flowing stream and the dust of the stamens are mixed, and the intersection of the sunset glow and the morning glow is like the most magnificent spectacle.

Those are "Morning Dew Spirit Drops" and "Sunset Spirit Powder", two third-level materials produced by this entire dark plane.

At the end of the intersection of the spirit drops and the spirit powder, there is a mine under construction, a mine surrounded by deep darkness.

Further away are the research institutes required for observation and the endless magic crystal plates.

Kloya knew that the mine was the most precious thing in this dark plane.

He was very satisfied, so he praised: "You did a good job, Kaxiu."

The young man standing behind him had become very sophisticated and calm in the past few years of experience.

Although he would still be happy about Kloya's praise, he would not jump up as excitedly as before.

"Everything is your guidance!" There was respect and enthusiasm in his eyes.

Kloya turned his head and looked directly at the apprentice.

Gently said: "Go see your father. Now your honor is enough for him to come back. I believe he should make the most rational choice."

"Thank you for your gift!"

Card Xiu's eyes suddenly brightened, he saluted Croya again, and then left impatiently.

Today, those former nobles can no longer pose any threat to Croya, even if they are allowed to come back, it doesn't matter.

After watching the apprentice leave, Croya's eyes moved to the mine.

"The aura of the underworld?" Ivy finally asked in surprise: "There is such a mineral in this world. Was it given to you by the Orpheus family?"

"That's right." Croya was actually very curious: "After the morning dew and sunset glow gathered, a third strange substance actually appeared, and it was also a substance related to the underworld.

Is there a way to the underworld in the gap between morning dew and sunset? "

Ivy thought for a moment and replied: "The moment of morning dew is when people are born, just like the weaving of the thread of life.

The sunset is when life is about to end, when the thread of life is cut off, then... the moment in between when the thread of life is spun and cut is the maintenance of the thread of life. "

It seemed to be trying its best to consider its words and tell Croya what it could say, so it spoke vaguely.

"Involving the gods of the underworld?" Croya noticed this keenly.

"That's right." Ivy breathed a sigh of relief. This already involved the rules of the world. Even if it wanted to tell it, it would take a lot of courage.

Fortunately, it is on Croya's wrist now. The light of the sun and the poems of praise warm its leaves, allowing it to shield it from the influence of some things.

Croya stared at the mine thoughtfully and already had the answer in his mind. Since it was related to the memory of his hometown, it meant that there might be something wrong with his time travel.

He is already very powerful and will become even more powerful in the future.

Strong enough to face these hidden truths, memories and histories deliberately obscured by the rules of the world.

"By the way, the Holy Spring Chamber of Commerce should be looking for you, right?" Croya suddenly thought of something, "Do you have any contact with the Holy Spring Chamber of Commerce?"

He was now basically certain that whether Lord Gray Sand was suddenly favored by Leviathan or what happened in the mine, it was all related to Celesti, a senior member of the Holy Spring Chamber of Commerce.

She was definitely looking for something.

"Holy Spring Chamber of Commerce..." Ivy's voice sounded slightly nostalgic: "If what you said is correct, then she is indeed looking for me.

Holy Spring has always wanted to take back the treasures left by that world's civilization. "

"You don't have to worry about the Holy Spring Chamber of Commerce. They are the most contractual existences in the entire star world. Now that I am in your hands, they will give up looking for me.

However, you can pay attention to the emissary of the Holy Spring Chamber of Commerce, and you may be able to get more things. "

Croya nodded, he felt that he might have to meet Celesti.

But now, he has to welcome the arrival of a god.

He turned to look to the side, where Alessa was standing.

At this time, the girl had put on a long black dress. She looked quiet and elegant. The power of the God of the Underworld had entered her body, turning her into a favored one.

"Let's get started."

Croya ordered: "This small plane once controlled by the Holy Spring Chamber of Commerce is the most suitable area for the river of the underworld to flow.

In the gap between morning dew and sunset, the darkness of death will emerge. "

Agatha bowed her head respectfully to Croya. The favored person of the God of the Underworld faced the opened river and whispered the hymns required for the ceremony.

The surging black mist and the silence of death gradually emerged from her feet. With the sound of "crash", a small stream of water flowed out, and then flowed into the distance.

The water gradually became deeper as it flowed. It seemed that in the blink of an eye, it turned from a small stream into a large river, but it still flowed steadily in the river made of magic crystal.

The spiritual drops of morning dew and spiritual powder of sunset still flow and grow on both sides of the river. They surround this dark river. No matter how bright the light is, it cannot completely illuminate the dark and deep water.

Until... the river reaches its end - the location of the mine.

"Huh." Agatha opened her eyes and said at a loss: "Sir, sir... that mine is absorbing the power of the river of the underworld!"

"I know." Croya's voice remained stable: "You continue to pray."

Although Agatha was curious, she immediately continued to pray according to Croya's wishes, and more water from the river of the underworld flowed towards the mine that seemed to never be filled.

But the light inside the mine became brighter and brighter. It was very gentle and stable, like the light released by some magic lamps.

As time passed, some dense white grass suddenly spread out in the light, white and soft, like wool that had been cleaned and waiting to be spun.

The dark river flows into the mine, but it can grow such white wool.

Croya stared at the mine - a tall lady was gradually climbing up the ladder of the mine. After climbing up completely, she couldn't help but complain:

"I was impressed by your welcome."

At this time, the goddess of the underworld looked like a miner. Her broad black robe was stained with the river water of the underworld and was stained with many wool-like crystals.

"I think you'll like it." Croa blinked: "Ms. Kreha, you're back in the world of the living again, do you remember this?"

He took out the Salt Stake Staff he had taken from the Mage Holy Spirit, and released a soul that had almost turned into smoke.

Creha instantly recalled the priest she had blessed, and a smile appeared on her beautiful face: "Do you want me to handle it?"

"This is my gift to you, please."

The goddess jumped out of the mine completely, stepped on the river of the underworld upstream, and soon arrived in front of Croa, stretched out her fingers to pinch the constantly rotating smoke soul.

Then gently pinched it.

"Pah."

The powerful legendary soul became nothingness, and there was no possibility of existence.

After crushing a legendary soul in this way, the expression on the goddess's face gradually became calm, and she did not continue to talk about it, but cast her eyes on the little girl behind Croa.

With his ability, he could see that there were four souls lingering beside the little girl, um... souls that were forcibly trapped in the world of the living by his bones.

"Do you want these four souls to stay in the human world?" the goddess asked.

"Well, let's just write a fairy tale." Cloya smiled and said, "Do I need to hold some mysterious ceremonies for you? I heard that ceremonies are required for the resurrection of the dead."

The goddess waved her hand: "Those ceremonies are just to deal with the prayers of believers. If it weren't for the expensive ritual materials, they would want to chant my name every day."

Cloya: "???"

This is really the first time I know that rituals are not necessary to communicate with gods?

Seeing the confusion in Cloya's eyes, His expression became more and more joyful: "Except for some extremely special materials, the materials in the main plane are useless to the gods.

Rituals and sacrifices are like equal exchanges, just to get a response from the gods, but if the gods really favor you, there is no need for complicated rituals."

He explained this, then returned to the mine and took a handful of wool-like minerals, took out a few bone needles, and began to weave the wool.

He also gave some back to Cloya.

"If you want the dead to walk in this world, you need some sustenance. These life wool grasses are just right. They only need some processing to become very good materials."

One person and one god sat on the ground, weaving wool and chatting casually. It was obviously the second time they met, but they were like old friends.

Agatha and the little girl next to them were almost petrified when they saw this scene.

After a while, Mia, who was walking leisurely, saw this scene and couldn't help but say: "I haven't seen you for so long, and you are still so skilled in weaving. He is really a good teacher."

Kreha retorted: "It's obvious that I learned well, Ring of Glory... Come on, let's weave together."

"Now you have to call me Mia."

"..." A hint of surprise flashed in the goddess' eyes, and she said: "Master Mia, please come."

Mia nodded, walked over and joined the weaving operation.

His weaving technique and speed were not slower than the goddess of the underworld, and his skill was difficult for the goddess to understand, so that the goddess couldn't help asking: "You can actually make this kind of thing?"

The answer was Mia's calm voice: "When I lived here, I not only wove bracelets, but also sweaters."

Kreha: "???"

Sweater? Are you really not lying to me?

The goddess of the underworld, who was becoming more and more confused, curiously asked about the daily life of her friend, the Ring of Radiance, and the answer she got was:

"I will have breakfast with the elves during the day, then bask in the sun and listen to the beautiful piano music for a while. At night, I will knit a sweater in front of the fireplace, and go to bed when I feel tired."

"..."

The goddess felt that it was already strange that she could come to the main plane so smoothly, and she didn't expect to encounter even stranger things.

So He focused on knitting in silence and stopped talking.

Soon, four bracelets with knots were woven by the goddess of the underworld, Kroya and Mia.

The goddess waved to the girl, and then casually pulled the hesitant souls behind the latter and put the bracelets on their slender wrists.

The moment the knot was put on, their souls that were originally illusory like mist immediately became solid. Although they had no flesh, at least from the outside, they looked no different from humans.

That is a special bracelet woven by the God of the Underworld, a Ring of Radiance, and a being with the power of the sun. To call it a divine weapon is to belittle its status.

"Wow!"

The girl exclaimed when she saw her companion standing there "alive" like this, and her face turned red with excitement.

Her companions were equally excited. They didn't expect that they could actually sense the wind and light belonging to the world of the living.

"Okay." Kloya said to the ecstatic girl: "Next, you will join the Northern Territory Management Department. With the help of four companions, you will definitely be able to do something.

This is what I wrote for you. Are you satisfied?"

"Thank you! You are such a good person!" The little girl and her companions bowed to Kloya to express their gratitude.

Kloya waved her hand to signal them to leave.

The children immediately chased after them happily and left.

After continuing this chapter of the fairy tale, Kloya was in a good mood and smiled at the goddess of the underworld: "You once promised me that you could let my apprentices walk in the world of the living, so I'll trouble you and Teacher Miya to help me continue making bracelets."

Hearing this, the goddess asked disapprovingly: "How many people? Can your power guarantee the integrity of their souls?"

Kloya blinked and slowly retreated.

Before leaving, he reported a number - a number that made the goddess of the underworld feel sluggish.

When the goddess of the underworld came back to her senses from this number, Kloya's figure had already disappeared in this small plane.

He couldn't help but complain to the Ring of Glory, just like a long time ago: "How did he keep so many souls properly in this world? I thought most of the souls had dissipated!"

Mia waved her hand to call for a large piece of wool grass, signaling the goddess to start weaving, and then slowly replied: "That's my apprentice."

There was obvious joy and relief on her face.

It was only at this time that the Hades Goddess understood what he meant, and was shocked: "Really an apprentice?"

"What else?" Mia glanced at the goddess: "The Ark also needs to be moored, and the light of the sun is enough to dispel the haze of the Ark.

After all, the sun was once the source of energy for the Ark."

"That's great."

The Hades Goddess was happy for him, and sat with this old friend by the flowing Styx, summoning more Styx water to grow wool grass, and weaving bracelets with him.

The god and the Ark chatted casually, and it seemed that the huge number of bracelets was not so difficult to accept.

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