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A storage wonderland.
The golden sun shines on the golden sandy beach, even the waves of the sea are golden, and the 100-meter-high flower trees glow with brilliant rainbows under the sun.
Everything is telling others that this place does not belong to the world.
This is Wonderland.
The wheelchair of the puppet Oran rolled slowly along the **** to the rainbow tree. It looked at the tree hole of the rainbow tree, waited for a while, and finally the wheelchair slid away again.
The next day, it came again.
Sometimes it comes by itself, and sometimes San Raphael pushes it.
It has been waiting for Tut to write back to it, but the letter never came.
“Why didn’t you come?”
“Have you forgotten?”
San Rafael didn’t think too much: “Old Tut must be very busy, there are many things to do.”
The puppet Oran teased him: “He must be so confused that he forgets to reply to my letter.”
The puppet Oran decided to write another letter to Old Tut, asking him about his latest situation and how his textile machine workshop is doing.
“Send another letter!”
The puppet Oran wrote a letter and threw it into the tree hole of the rainbow tree. Although the rainbow tree in the storage wonderland is not used for sending and receiving letters, it also has such a function.
The letter is sent to the stationery wonderland, and then thrown into the distance.
But this letter has no destination.
It was bounced back.
Under the rainbow tree, the puppet Oran lying in a wheelchair couldn’t help but reached out and grabbed the letter.
Looking at the letter that had not been opened in the slightest, he looked at San Rafael.
“The letter was not delivered, but returned?”
“What do you mean?”
Saint Raphael looked at the letter, but did not speak.
As a family of dreams.
A messenger of the gods.
No one understands better than them what it means for a letter not to be delivered.
Saint Raphael did not dare to speak to the doll Oran, but could only say: “The messenger did not find Old Tut!”
Olan the doll then asked: “What does it mean that Tut was not found?”
Saint Raphael’s sobbing voice finally couldn’t hold back: “He is dead.”
Puppet Oran: “Dead?”
The sobbing of the forest fairy grew louder. Unlike Oran the puppet, she had a short understanding of death.
She never learned to say goodbye to life.
“The living life will be directly connected to the root, and it is impossible for the messenger on duty in the Kingdom of the Creator God to miss it.”
“As long as the person is still alive, the letter will not be returned.”
“I will always wait for the other party to receive.”
“He may have turned into a lamp spirit and entered the kingdom of the **** of alchemy and magic, and it is also possible that the dream of life has not yet entered the fantasy star sea.”
You can choose to go to the country where you believe in gods, and your gods will come to pick you up.
You can also choose to enter the fantasy star sea.
That is the destination placed by the Creator for ordinary beings and civilizations.
Of course there is also a possibility that even the dream of life has been shattered, and he has not been able to enter the fantasy star sea.
Ordinary people are unable to do this kind of thing, and it is difficult for those in power below the myth to destroy the law and leave others’ dreams of life. Only the powerful can do this kind of thing themselves.
Who would destroy the dream of his own life?
The puppet Oran looked at San Rafael, and there was no emotion in the gem-studded eyes.
Then mechanically turned his head and looked at the tree hole again, without speaking.
Saint Raphael finally couldn’t help it, and burst into tears.
“And then never come back.”
Saint Raphael has long understood that the farewell of a mortal is completely different from the farewell of a fairy in the forest.
Goodbye to mortals.
It is the last farewell.
But this farewell goodbye came too soon.
It seems to turn around and wave goodbye.
The figure of that person has already disappeared in the sunlight.
Never seen again.
The puppet Oran quietly returned to the White Tower of Exile with his letter.
It walked into the hut where Old Tut lived and turned around again and again, often stopping in front of the stairs where Old Tut blocked him several times.
It came to the Tarling school at a very young age.
It is a genius of the Tower Spirit School and has become a Tier 3 powerhouse at a young age.
It is very similar to the teacher, eager and pursuing the so-called Taling mystery.
The only difference is.
The teacher is already very old, but it was very young at that time; the teacher has not much time left, but it still has a lot of time to pursue the mystery of the Taling.
A great goal is usually accompanied by the accumulation of several generations, and the unit is a hundred years.
Most people are just tower builders.
It is impossible to become a star picker.
People always say that opportunities are left to the younger generations, but who doesn’t want to be the one who picks up the stars.
The teacher is too anxious, he doesn’t want to wait, waiting for the future that he can’t see.
What he wants is a future that he can grasp immediately.
He wants to be the one who picks the stars himself.
The puppet Oran witnessed the establishment of this white tower with his own eyes. This tower was built for the pursuit of the meaning of the tower spirit, and for their dreams.
It has become their grave of death and the grave of their dreams.
It has thought about it many times, if it was a teacher at that time, how would it choose.
“Will I choose to be the one who laid the foundation?”
“Or do you want to become a star picker at all costs?”
It once acquiesced to the teacher’s experiment, at least there was no explicit rejection.
At that time.
The answer is already there.
It got up from the wheelchair and stood under the white tower.
For the first time, it saw itself so clearly.
It saw its teacher, and also saw its own shadow. The two of them were back to back, and behind them was the White Tower and the hovering evil spirits.
The doll Oran holds out his hand.
Touching the shadow standing with the teacher in its eyes.
“I didn’t make a mistake.”
“I am guilty.”
“Old Tutt is right, I am guilty, I am the same person as the teacher.”
“I am as unwilling to be the founder as he is. We just want to be the most dazzling people in the world, and become the successful ones who win the stars.”
“We are not dreaming for everyone, and we are not pursuing the mysteries of the generation after generation for the Taling School.”
“Just for my dream, just for the most shining self.”
“For this, we blind ourselves, and we try to take impossible shortcuts.”
For the first time, the puppet Olan admitted that he and the teacher had committed the same crime, and faced up to his own heart.
Finally, it lowered its head and said.
“I’m sorry for you.”
The puppet came to the forest fairy.
Saint Rafael was not surprised, she seemed to know that Oran would come.
But she disagrees.
In her eyes, the puppet Oran will be like Tut,
Then never come back.
Saint Rafael, the forest nymph, finds various reasons and tells the puppet Oran that it should not leave here, but should stay here.
“You can’t even walk, every minute you move will cause Elena’s heart to erode you a little more, and eventually turn you into a real doll.”
“A doll that can’t talk.”
“The outside world is too dangerous, I shouldn’t let Tut leave.”
San Rafael bit his lip: “He left us, really left us.”
Saint Raphael regretted it very much. She felt that Tut died because she let Tut leave.
If Tut stays in the storage wonderland, they can live happily together forever.
Puppet Oran: “Isn’t that the life of a mortal?”
“Birth, growth, aging.”
“A little bit eroded by the years.”
“Whether it is eroded by the years or eroded by the power of Elena’s heart, it is actually the same.”
Olan the puppet told the wood nymph.
As a mortal, as an ordinary snake man.
“Master San Rafael.”
“You are a fairy in the forest and the messenger of the gods. In your eyes, life is a long river with no end in sight, and beside you are the gods who are indelible through time.”
“But we’re not.”
Olan the puppet looked at the rainbow tree, and watched the petals of the rainbow tree fall and blow into the sea: “The life in our eyes is the flowers and leaves on the tree.”
“It was born on the tree, but eventually it will fall.”
“Floating with the wind, falling into the dust.”
“Covered with dirt.”
“Return to the nutrients of the tree.”
Standing in front of the nymph in the forest, the doll Oran wanted to show a smiling face and tell mortals that birth and death are just a normal part of life.
Tell San Raphael not to care, let her let herself go.
But the steel face made it unable to convey any emotion, and even the voice was cold.
“This is my destiny.”
“The fate of a mortal.”
“Compared with death, isn’t it a romantic thing to become a real puppet?”
“Perhaps at that time I can really return to your side, become a real doll, and sit by your side forever.”
Hearing what Oran said, San Rafael immediately shook his head continuously.
She shouted at Oran unacceptably.
“I don’t want you to say that.”
“I don’t want that kind of you, I don’t want that kind of puppet.”
San Rafael was angry and sad.
“I don’t want you…”
“Become such a puppet.”
Saint Raphael looked at her doll, with a sad expression on her face, she said while holding back her tears.
“That’s not my doll.”
Puppet Oran: “What is the difference between letting me stay and making me a real puppet?”
Saint Raphael asked it: “May I go with you?”
The puppet Oran has gone through the kingdom of the two gods and heard many rumors about the gods, secrets that should not be known by mortals.
The fairies in the forest were born with the mission entrusted by the master of dreams. They are the messengers of the gods only when they fulfill their missions.
When they have no mission, they are no longer God’s messengers.
It is no longer aloof.
The puppet Oran rejected her: “You can’t give up your mission, this storage wonderland is your dream, what you want to do.”
“You have paid so much for this place.”
“You shouldn’t give up these things for me.”
The doll Oran stretches out his hand, trying to comfort San Raphael.
But in the end, I let go.
“You are the messenger of the gods, you have your mission and responsibilities.”
“When you start to intervene in the disputes of the world, you are no longer the messenger of the gods.”
Saint Rafael looked at the puppet Oran, and she knew that she could not prevent Oran from leaving.
She actually knew about San Rafael a long time ago, but she didn’t know that the separation came so suddenly.
San Rafael couldn’t help but shed tears.
The doll Oran told San Rafael: “When we mortals leave, we say goodbye with a smile.”
“When you smile, it is the most beautiful scenery in the world I have ever seen.”
Saint Raphael couldn’t help laughing when he heard the puppet Oran say that.
The snot and tears stay together, which looks a little funny.
She was sad, but what Oran said made her a little happy.
Laughing and crying like this, she looked at the doll Oran.
The two looked at each other for a long time, and finally San Raphael asked it: “Are we still friends?”
Doll Oran: “Of course!”
Saint Rafael: “Is it forever?”
Doll Oran: “Of course.”
Saint Rafael walked up to the puppet Oran, hugged it gently, and then stretched out his hand to aim at the heart of the puppet Oran.
Colorful light flows into the heart of the puppet Oran, turning into a polygonal barrier, binding the border of the heart.
“I asked my friend to see the Cup of God.”
“You are not above the item sequence of the Cup of God.”
“The reason why you did not fall into madness is because you have not become a prop, and your origin has not been eroded; it may be because a certain threshold has been set on Elena’s heart, and only those who have reached this threshold Human beings can truly integrate its power, and you are not truly recognized by her.”
“However, I can’t help you restore the original state. I am a creature of dreams, and I don’t know much about creatures with wisdom blood.”
“The power of the dream is the power of the domain, I can help you seal it.”
“As long as you don’t break the seal, it won’t erode you again.”
“You can’t easily use the power of Elena’s heart, you can only use the remaining part of your power.”
“Once you break the seal, the erosion will start again immediately, and even accelerate.”
The doll Oran looked at the colorful light on the heart, as if he saw Saint Rafael protecting him.
“Master San Rafael.”
“I feel better this way, as if you’ve been holding my fragile heart from exploding.”
This description made San Rafael burst into tears: “Just call me San Rafael.”
The puppet Oran can finally stand up and walk freely.
It had put on the alchemist’s robes and a peaked hat, and San Raphael had given him a pair of boots and gloves, which looked very fitting.
When parting, it said to San Rafael.
“Old Tutt gave you a music box, but after thinking about it for a long time, I don’t know what I should give you.”
“Because everything I own is given to me by you.”
“Include this wheelchair.”
Even Oran himself is a doll of San Raphael.
Saint Rafael looked at the wheelchair where she had been pushing the doll Oran around, and suddenly remembered those old days.
She once used it to bring the doll Oran all the way down the high tower, and then ran crookedly on the trail, bumping the doll constantly bouncing.
That scene has become the past.
When I think about the laughter of the past, it makes people feel uncomfortable.
Because you’re about to lose it.
San Rafael held the back of the wheelchair, as if he was still pushing Oran.
She said to the doll Oran.
“I left the wheelchair.”
“I’ll keep it forever.”
She said it again: “Forever.”
The puppet Olan used to be a genius alchemist, but geniuses have always been withdrawn, and it is just as strict with words.
The more this is the case, the less I know how to express myself.
“Thank you for your continued care, San Rafael.”
Saint Rafael: “I don’t like you thanking me, that makes me feel rusty.”
The doll Oran doesn’t know how to speak.
Like San Rafael’s Strange Farewell, it doesn’t know how to say goodbye.
The puppet stood by the sea, looking at the boundless sea.
As the door of the storage wonderland opened, he saw the sunrise seabed coastline in the distance, and the bustling and busy human world.
Olan knew that it was time to leave, but when he really wanted to leave, he looked dazed.
It has been out of this world for too long.
The outside world is no longer the world it is familiar with.
Expelling the White Tower and this isolated island imprisoned it for too long, and even made it used to the life of captivity, treating this place as a world and everything.
When you lose your freedom for too long, you start to fear freedom.
The doll Oran stood by the sea, standing for a long time.
But in the end.
It still walked away.
Saint Rafael watched the puppet Oran leave, pass through the illusory gate of fairyland, and disappear above the sea.
In the entire storage fairyland, she is the only one left now, and there are a group of storage spirits.
San Raphael watched the door completely shut, and all the ripples calmed down.
Only pushing the wheelchair alone, he slowly returned to the White Pagoda.
She pushed the wheelchair up a little bit around the inclined ladder outside the White Tower, but tears kept dripping down.
As she pushed, she wiped her eyes with her hands.
If it is normal.
She will definitely cry aloud, wanting to let everyone know her sadness, her happiness, and her mood.
She never hides this.
But when she was alone, she found that she was only sad.
She activated a storage compartment of her own and watched it open.
Pushes the wheelchair in and watches it close.
In the storage compartment, there is a wheelchair and a small wooden box.
Looking at these two things, at the densely packed storage grids, and at the things that everyone puts here.
San Rafael finally understood his duty.
She is a storage fairy.
She used to think that after becoming a storage fairy, she would be able to own all the treasures in the world.
She thinks that, she is the richest person in the world and the most envied person.
But she suddenly understood at this moment.
Not all things are enough to be called treasures, and the treasures owned by each person are completely different.
A real gem.
Not because of its preciousness, nor just because of its rarity, but because of the special meanings carried on it.
Cannot be copied.
And she can completely keep those past, those memories.
Every item stored here is a treasure, precious or not.
The doll Oran came here after walking for several days, because its appearance is so special that it had to avoid crowds on the way.
It got on a trailer carrying wood, and the pack beast pulled the cart into the Golden City calmly.
There are people coming and going on the street.
Olan couldn’t help lowering the brim of his hat on the car, carefully looking at the scene of the city through the gaps between the planks.
It uses its own eyes to search for traces that can be matched in its own memory.
It cannot describe its own mood.
With anticipation, with anxiety.
After all, the Land of the Rising Sun does not yet have the term “near-native feeling”.
Decades have passed.
Golden City has many shadows of the past, but in the eyes of the puppet Oran, there are more changes.
This is a city where he lived from childhood to adulthood, and it is also a city that is completely unfamiliar now.
It found a place called the Tut Textile Machine Construction Workshop. The entire workshop was in chaos at the moment. Many people could be seen arguing, and the craftsmen were at a loss.
“Have you found a teacher yet?”
“Did anyone see the teacher last? No one from the temple?”
“What about the workshop?”
“The teacher is gone, you just think about the workshop.”
“Moorman, this is the teacher’s hard work, how could we just watch it fail like this, and what about the water spinning machine? Can it still be built?”
“Alsmo, I think you are…”
Several servant alchemists who had just been granted powers and hadn’t even mastered the first kind of magic arts were arguing so loudly that they were on the verge of fighting.
The workers in the workshop hurriedly stopped them, but it could be seen that the atmosphere was very tense.
At this time.
A person walked out of the gate and came into the workshop.
This person immediately attracted everyone’s attention, and even many people’s eyes widened.
Because this person has no tail and wears a pair of black leather boots.
A young man came up: “Who are you?”
The man raised his head: “My name is Olan.”
There turned out to be a metal face under the peaked hat, which frightened the people present enough.
Many snake artisans retreated again and again.
“What is this?”
“How can a puppet talk?”
But some other people suddenly felt that the name of Oran was very familiar, and after a long time, they immediately realized that this was the close friend that Old Tut was talking about.
A powerful alchemist of the Tower Spirit school.
A young man named Alsmo stepped forward and asked suspiciously: “Mr. Oran?”
He repeated again: “Mr. Oran of the Tarling School?”
The puppet walked up to him: “You know me?”
Alsimo nodded: “I heard the teacher talk about you.”
The puppet looked Alsmo up and down: “Are you Tut’s student?”
Alsmo glanced at the people around him: “Not only me, but also Moorman, Gu’an, and Stia and the others.”
Although the appearance of the puppet Oran is a bit strange, according to Tut, the one in front of him is an alchemist with the power of an apostle.
It is not surprising that such a powerful existence has such a strange appearance.
And in the legend, shouldn’t those apostles have the form of a god?
This is just right.
Puppet Oran: “What are you doing? What happened recently?”
“I haven’t received Tut’s letter for a long time, and I feel that something may be wrong.”
“That’s why I came here to look for him.”
Several Tut students reacted immediately, told the craftsmen in the workshop not to talk nonsense, and then took Oran into the back, and then detailed what happened recently.
Under the narration of several Tut students, the puppet Oran finally knew what happened recently.
How Tutt established this workshop, how Tutt led the students to create spinning machines and looms, and how it won great success and repercussions.
Then the students even talked about the water conservancy spinning machine, but the machine is not here, so they can only talk about it with the drawings.
The puppet did not expect that Old Tutt had already accepted so many students so soon.
Looking at these chattering young people with hope and motivation in their eyes, Oran couldn’t help thinking of Tut and himself.
The once-destroyed Tower Spirit School seems to have reappeared here.
“You don’t know where Tut went?”
Several students glanced at each other, then shook their heads.
“Has no one seen him again?”
The students still shook their heads, Tut disappeared too suddenly, without any signs, without any clues.
Alsmo: “Mr. Oran, don’t you know where Teacher Tut has gone?”
“Is it possible that he went to find you?”
Another student, Mooreman, was very worried: “Is the teacher not in danger?”
A student named Gu An was particularly anxious: “We must find the teacher. Without the teacher, the entire Tut textile machine manufacturing workshop would be finished. The business that the teacher worked so hard to start would be in vain. “
The puppet Oran looked into the eyes of these students and knew that they really didn’t know what happened.
They thought that Tut had just left suddenly because of something, and they didn’t know that Tut was dead.
In the end, it can only speak.
“Since I’m here, you don’t have to worry.”
“I’ll take care of the rest.”
The students of Tut felt at ease and invited Oran to live in their home.
But Oran stayed, and it wanted to take a look at the workshop Tut had built.
It didn’t tell the students the fact that Tut was probably dead, maybe it was unwilling to say such a cruel thing, or it couldn’t accept it, so it had a glimmer of hope.
He wandered around in the workshop that had been shut down, looking at the finished wooden spinning machines and looms manufactured one after another.
While it was walking, it recalled a passage of Tutt’s words that the students said just now.
“Everyone knows how to look up at the stars in the sky.”
“They all want to put on wings and fly with the wind.”
“But no one bowed their heads and built the ladder to the sky.”
“Because building a ladder is too troublesome and takes too long, it may not be possible to build this ladder until I die.”
“Not everyone can grow wings, nor does the wind come every moment.”
“The gifted people who have grown wings will eventually turn into legends and disappear in history, which cannot be repeated; the lucky ones who fly against the wind will eventually end as the wind stops, and no one cares about them.”
“They only change themselves, not the world.”
“But as long as we have a ladder to the sky, it’s like the ancient snake man built the tower of the city of life.”
“Everyone of us will ascend to the sky and touch the stars.”
“Everyone can grow wings, and everyone can fly with the wind.”
Students said that when Tut finally left, he said he was going to send himself a letter.
It didn’t know if there was this passage in the letter, but it thought there must be, because it was not only about Tut, but also about Oran.
And the whole school of Tarling.
At last it stopped in front of the first spinning and loom Tut wove.
The two machines were placed on the highest table, and they were clearly not for sale.
The puppet is close to this somewhat bulky and sturdy machine, which looks much rougher than the later simplified one.
Its front is engraved with densely packed small characters.
“Tutt, Moorman, Gu’an, Alsmer…”
That is the list of craftsmen who built this loom.
Finally, I stopped at a sentence.
“This is the first ladder leading to the sky, and the first cornerstone of Tongtian Tower.”
The puppet Oran also fully understood what Tut wanted to do, and Tut’s intention to build this workshop.
The puppet Oran couldn’t help saying: “Tut!”
“You are the real hero, you are the one who really has dreams.”
“You are the real alchemist who pursues the secrets of Tarin.”
At this moment, the sky has gradually darkened.
And all of a sudden, a light in Tut’s loom-making workshop went on for some unknown reason.
The light just illuminated the two machines.
Under the lamplight, the dust is like gold threads, and the words on the wood are clearly visible, even vaguely feeling like golden patterns.
A figure appeared in the light, standing behind the machine.
The puppet Oran looked over.
The other party was just standing outside the light, and it couldn’t see the other party’s appearance clearly no matter how it looked.
The other party took off the lamp and held it in his hand.
The light overflowed, illuminating the entire textile machine manufacturing workshop.
The whole workshop seems to become an ocean of light.
However, the light still couldn’t illuminate the opponent’s shadow. At this moment, the opponent seemed to be completely integrated into the light and turned into a light and shadow.
The puppet stood under the stage without speaking.
It didn’t even ask who the other party was, it just stared at the other party closely.
The palm of Guanghua figure flicked over the wooden machine, his fingertips flicked over the names on it, flicked over the last sentence.
“Did you know?”
“In addition to magical props, which you call alchemy props, there is also a kind of dream power props called miracle props in the world.”
“The appearance of the first miracle prop appeared in order to understand the truth and knowledge of this world.”
“Everything represents life’s exploration of truth.”
“Whenever the descendants of the king of wisdom take a big step on the road of truth, there will be miracles.”
“In the era when the supreme **** still walked on the earth, in the era when gods walked with people, and in the era when mortals lived at the foot of the pyramid temple.”
“It’s just that this **** is not the **** you imagined; this eldest son is not as simple as the eldest son you imagined.”
“And those gifts are now gone.”
“God no longer appears in the world, and mortals don’t even remember His name anymore.”
“Otherwise, if you create such a thing, you will receive the gift of God immediately.”
“This is the preference of the supreme **** for the descendants of his firstborn.”
The Guanghua figure raised his head and said to the doll Oran.
There is infinite sigh in the voice.
“The eldest son of the gods.”
It seems that Guanghua Renying is very emotional about the lineage of the eldest son of God, perhaps because of his own past and its inextricable relationship.
The puppet Oran remembered something, the mural he saw in the Kingdom of Blood.
The beginning of the myth.
The source of all things.
“The eldest son of the Creator, King of Wisdom, Laidlich.”
The mysterious man nodded: “It seems that you have learned a lot from the fairy in the forest.”
Immediately afterwards, the other party looked at the chest of the puppet Oran.
Under the cover of the robe, the stone “heart” exudes light.
“Heart of Elena.”
The other party read its name.
Guanghua figure said: “Give it up!”
“You cannot bear the responsibility it bears.”
“Elena is a disciple of the first-generation sage of truth, Sunderan, and a close friend of the second-generation sage of truth, Lan En.”
“It doesn’t matter if it’s Asai, the **** of truth and knowledge, Vivien, the scarlet goddess, or Xiao, the evil **** of the abyss.”
“They are all just the third generation inheritors of the Temple of Truth.”
The puppet Olan already knew Elena’s amazing identity, but she never knew such details.
But the puppet Oran wants to know something else, something it cares about more.
“What about those people who used to be?”
“What about those people who used to be in the Temple of Truth, have most of them also become gods? Has it become an ancient and eternal myth?”
Guanghua figure told it: “It is precisely because they have gone on and on, that they have opened up the road to truth and eternity.”
“It is because of them that the gods are now.”
After hearing this answer, the puppet Oran was suddenly relieved.
It is the pursuit of those ancient seekers and ancient sages from generation to generation that the gods are now.
It was they who built the tower, and there was a future.
The man who reaches the stars.
The puppet Olan looked at his heart: “You said it bears a responsibility, what kind of responsibility is that?”
Photochemical figure: “The responsibility of a race.”
The puppet Olan also lowered her head and touched her chest: “Is she a Sanye people? She projected those ancient cities again and again, just to do something for her race ?”
Guanghua figure shook his head at the doll: “She is not a Sanye!”
“She comes from another ancient race.”
“The people of the Demon Abyss.”
This is the first time the puppet Oran has learned about this race, and it always thought that Elena was one of the three leaf people.
What are the people of the Demon Abyss?
The puppet Oran looked bewildered.
It looked at the Guanghua figure, how could a person know so many secrets of the previous era, the secrets of the gods.
“Who are you?”
The puppet had a faint guess in its heart, but it didn’t say it out.
Guanghuarenying did not say anything, but left a copper-cased book on the spinning machine: “We will meet again.”
The puppet Oran watched the light disappear little by little, and the lamp was hung back in the corner.
It climbed up to the high platform and got the copper-cased book.
This is not an ordinary book, but an alchemy prop.
The puppet Oran looked at the text above: “Divine Grace!”
The puppet Oran raised his head, which is basically confirmed.
It sat on the spinning machine and looked at the whole workshop.
It has been thinking for a long time.
In the end it decided to stay.
It is not only to find the truth about the disappearance of old Tutt, but also to inherit the will left by Tutt and accomplish what Tutt failed to do.
“Everyone wants to be a star.”
“But if this era requires me to be the founder, then follow this mission!”
The puppet Oran looked to the other side, and another figure seemed to appear in its eyes.
Sky Miracle Garden.
The Golden Queen asked God Iva: “Is it the new apostle you have chosen?”
God Iva shook his head: “I don’t know.”
“I don’t know what I should choose, I just think it is at least qualified to be a fire.”
“As for whether it is a new apostle.”
“It depends on the people in the land of the rising sun, who will choose to become the apostle of the new era and the myth of the new era!” (to be continued)