Dawn of the Grey Tower

The existence known as King Cui did not mean to leave behind the leaves covering his body. He was predominantly overlooking Marcus and Atwood, and the ethereal voice rang again, "King King is what you call me, I never thought of ruling or managing this place. Humans, you are not a resident here, no You need to call me by this name with them. You can call me my name in the world directly, Glen. "

Hearing that King Cui, who was so respected and even regarded as the monarch by the old elves, asked himself to call him by his name, Marcus's nerves tightened immediately, and the shrewdness as the hand of King Cang regained control of his mind. He looked at the green stick next to him, and of course he could n’t see the expression on the hair-covered face of the latter, and then went deep down, using the most humble voice his body could say, "This is My honor, Your Majesty Glenn. "

"Only Glen, no, Your Majesty." King Cui sounded a little unhappy, his voice increased a bit. With his will, the branches of the whole forest began to tremble, and a large number of leaves fell from the air, making the forest more psychedelic.

But this psychedelic is limited to bystanders, Marcus does not think the scene in front of him is interesting. Although he didn't know why, his title undoubtedly angered the King Cui. The hand of the king glanced blankly at Atwood. He thought that the title just now was the most complete statement that could be imagined. He didn't understand why the other party was angry. As for calling the name of one of the rulers, it was not Marcus ’s choice from the beginning. The education he received made him dare not do it.

Green Staff obviously noticed this, he understood that Glenn ’s words were by no means polite, and most of Marcus ’s humility was not pretended, but that the two were in different environments, and one was used to being in a dream All the people we meet are friends, and the other is still limited by the clear hierarchy of human society. This is why the elf feels that he must follow, he must ensure that the two have the possibility of dialogue.

"Since His Majesty let you call his name, you just call it. He is different from any king in your society and will not feel offended by it."

The mushroom man Marcus nodded helplessly, "Well, if you wish. Glen, right?"

The branches and leaves stopped shaking, and the leaves that had floated in the air but had not fallen to the ground were randomly attached to the nearby trees under the influence of invisible forces. Strangely, Marcus clearly saw a leaf of poplar grow a new sense from the leaf stem after stopping on a jujube tree, and naturally merged with the latter. But the King's hand no longer knew why he should be surprised. He even began to think that this kind of scene was a normal situation. Before this feeling further affected himself, Marcus decided to leave here as soon as possible.

"I think we should return to the topic. You said that you have found the crux of my headache. So, what kind of illness is this referring to?"

"Illness? No, no, no, this is not a disease." King Cui's body twisted uncomfortably behind the leaves. It felt like a cheetah was spying on his prey, looking for the timing of the raid. "This is not a symptom. The symptom is a non-benign change in your body, which may be aging, mutation, or something. But it must be from the body. But now, should you still feel headaches, right? Just It feels very vague and makes you unsure. "

After such a reminder, Marcus did feel something affecting him. It was a strong sense of distortion, which made him unable to look at the things in the dream with a serious state. But does this and the real headache come from a reason? Marcus is not sure. And while he was tangled, Atwood spoke again.

"No doubt, no one here will be as calm and indifferent as you are. Marcus Taylor, this so-called fantasy dream is actually more real than the world you know. And your wisdom Being advertised with reason does n’t save you from vulgarity, so there must be other reasons preventing you from further contact with the world. "

"But, what would it be?" Marcus was completely confused. He gave up the whispered dialogue between King Cui and Green Staff and directly sought the answer. He wouldn't do this if he put it in normal times, but now he really can't use his brain.

"Soul, there is something wrong with your soul. Humans from the northern kingdom." King Cui or Glen said, extending a scaled finger like a lizard, shaking gently, "You should see you Yourself, so you will understand. "

"Wow!" The ground in front of Marcus began to show holes, and the branches and leaves that made up the ground receded like creatures, revealing a clear spring below. The spring water flowing from the white clouds became the best mirror, showing the current appearance of the king's hand completely. In general, Marcus already knew that he looked like a mushroom with hands and feet, but in the king's mirror, he found something that he could not see through his limbs.

That's a lot of ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ dark purple mildew spots with complex patterns, which are densely spread on the side of Marcus's body, the inside of the joints, and other places that are difficult to see directly. These mildew spots are like a series of earthworms, crawling under the skin of the mushroom man, giving people the urge to pick them out with a knife.

"What are these!" Marcus grabbed those moldy spots with his hand, but didn't touch anything, which made him very mad and turned his head to ask others loudly.

"They are a part of your soul, a part that belongs to you but does not belong to you. In short, that is the wisdom you got from the devil." Atwood said quietly.

"You mean, my headaches are caused by them? But why? They never hurt me like this. Is that the devil retaliating against me?" The king's hand asked in horror, he didn't care about old age How does the elf know its connection with the devil, but what he cares about is how the devil's wisdom will affect himself. He was afraid of what happened to him who had asked about cheese, and fear of losing his intelligence and becoming a stupid person.

"Calm down, human. Calm down." King Cui's voice has an irreversible force that calms Marcus in a panic. "The fact is exactly the opposite of what you are worried about. The devil is dead, and the wisdom you get now Before it really falls into your hands. "