Dawn of the Grey Tower

"Fetis, they have been going down for a day, and there is still no news. And the person in charge of the previous guards reported that there was a significant shock in the underground." Eaton's complexion was not good, half of the reason was her The wounds previously caused by the battle with the Kraken during the ebb tide still continue to bleed outward today. The other half was because she was worried about the warden ’s action. She was originally opposed to letting Fetis take only two young witches under the minaret. In her view, the Witches can raise a more secure team.

Only those who listened to Eaton did not agree with her concerns. In fact, as the leader of the witch corps, the big witch has not shown negative emotions for a long time, and this time is no exception. The old man held a silver knife and fork and cut a piece of meat slowly. The pattern of flowers and plants was carved on the knife and fork with exquisite craftsmanship to show its expensive price. After listening to the words of the people at the same table, the big witch smiled and put a small piece of blood in her mouth. The wrinkled cheeks wriggled slightly. From her expression, she was very satisfied with her mouth. Food. For a long time, the food was swallowed, and the old man took a sip of red wine and slowly spoke, "Have you heard of the story of the death of Aesop?"

Eaton froze for a moment, and she didn't expect the big witch to ask this question. But the blue-eyed witch happened to have read the story, so he immediately replied, "Are you talking about the old man who teased the grim reaper? I think I remember, but does it have anything to do with our current situation? ? "

"It doesn't matter if it's hard to tell. I just thought of this story suddenly. You know, I'm older and I don't remember many things. Eaton, can you tell me a little more about this story?" Da The witch put down the cutlery, wiped her mouth with the handkerchief set aside, and lay back into the soft cushion.

"Well, if you wish." Eaton's expression was a little confused, but she still said as the big witch said, "There is an old man in Aesop, he is very old, so when one day the death finds his At that time, he was not surprised. The old man was calm when he saw the **** of death. He recognized at a glance that the man who came to his house was the **** of death, and knew what he came to do. But he did n’t want to die yet, so he Say to the **** of death, "Mr. God of death, please do well and satisfy my last wish of the person who is about to die." The **** of death agreed with his attitude, and the old man ’s wish was to eat a bite of apples in front of the door. Fruit, so the **** of death took the ladder to the tree to pick him. But the cunning old man took the ladder while the **** of death picked the fruit and trapped the **** of death on the tree. The **** of death was very angry, and he asked why the old man wanted this, Ask the old man if he knows that it will make many people unable to die on time. The old man is sorry for the death, but he really does not want to die. He proposes that the death should be allowed for a few days, and he will take the ladder back. Reaper had no choice but to agree, and God could n’t lie. So Reaper left eagerly and reminded the old man that he would not be so polite next time. But when Reaper went to the old man a few days later, he was fooled again. "

"Well, I remembered the following story." The Big Witch said with a smile, "The poor death was played by the old man several times, and he had to wait until the old man had all his wishes before finally taking him immediately. This is quite Interesting stories are much more comfortable than other death stories I know. "

"Please forgive me for being stupid, but sir, I still don't understand what you mean." Eaton frowned, she didn't believe that the big witch just remembered a story, and the story was just an anecdote that the sailors told casually. The image of Grim Reaper does not have the power that a **** should have.

The Big Witch could hear the ups and downs in Eaton ’s tone, and gently shook her head to stop selling, she said, “This story is actually not that important. The important thing is that the **** of death, this god. Or rather, exists. My dear Eaton, have you never been curious? Does the **** of death really exist, and how does he know who died when and where? "

"I ..." The blue-eyed witch hesitated. She did experience many deaths, and even caused part of it herself. But Eaton had n’t really thought about whether she had another pair of eyes that she could n’t see while watching her death.

"You're thinking, it's good, but don't worry about getting the answer. Because the existence of the **** of death doesn't really matter. What really matters is why we think there is a **** of death in this world." The big witch pointed her finger Knocking on the handrail gently, closing his eyes, "The image of death seems to appear in the legends and stories of various regions and races. This is not difficult to understand. As one of the most mysterious things in the world, death deserves a god. Di is responsible. But, why did he become like the one in the story just now? Why does the **** of death have to go to the door to harvest the life of the dying person? Oh, of course, in some myths, it is not the **** of death himself, It ’s something under his hands, but that means the same thing. "

"This is because we never feel that death happened because of ourselves. In our subconscious mind, we don't feel that we will die. When we make plans to plan tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and even longer, We always feel that we can live to that time. And when death comes, it seems to us like a robber who broke into the door from the outside and ruthlessly robbed us of all our precious things. "The big witch said After lip curling, fingers stopped tapping ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ This is wrong. "

She looked at Eaton, her eyes deep like a starless night sky, "Death is not a foreign matter, never. The death only happened because our bodies could no longer sustain our lives, so we stopped. This, It is death. So if there is really a **** of death, then he will never be concerned about who has died according to the predetermined life expectancy. He must be the most leisurely of all gods, because all he has to do is quiet Look quietly and wait, the creatures in this world will naturally change. "

"Your statement reminds me of something else, sir. I don't know if the two are the same but if the death you said is correct ..."

"Then it's the same as the destination in Siren's mouth, right?" The big witch finished following Eaton's words and licked her lips. She drank another sip of red wine and throat, "It is indeed very similar. It may be that I have stayed here too long, and even the way I see the world is similar to those of the fishmen. But, I think, this world is really If there is a grim reaper, home is the most likely way of existence. That ’s why I would agree to let Jialun lead the team underground. Because as long as she organizes the team, the kid with the power of home will follow. There is no more suitable arrangement for the waiter of the **** of death to deal with those things that keep repeating life and death, and let them sleep for a long time. Are you right? "