The grayish-white sand was the 'sample' that Maggie brought back from Tarlonde. It was the mysterious substance that Modiel Werde brought back from the 'other side' when he was being chased by the power of the ancient gods. They lay quietly in the dark background of the flannel, like a few dim stars inlaid in the night sky. At the edge of them, a very subtle, halo-like grayish-white hue extended to the flannel. The grayish-white hue was very inconspicuous. If Gwen had not observed it carefully, he would have missed it.
"… Is this the thing?" Gwen looked at the sand in the box, a little surprised. "It looks very inconspicuous …"
"Yes, very inconspicuous, but definitely not something that should be in the material world," Maggie said with a serious face. "Before I came here, Victoria and Sir Helagol had done a certain examination of the sand. They found that the sand does not interact with any magical power and will not be tainted by any color. When a colored light source shines on its surface, it will always show a constant grayish-white state, as if its body is still in an independent space that is not affected by the real world, and what we see is just a projection of it in the real world — but its existence is real."
Gwen nodded. After a moment of silence, he suddenly said, "… What is Victoria doing?"
"She is accompanying Mr. Modiel — not exposing her identity," Maggie nodded and said. "Mr. Modiel's situation is very unstable now. It seems that he will be pulled to the 'other side' by the dream at any time, and the blood connection between Victoria and him seems to be able to temporarily interfere with this' pull 'and wake him up from the dream in time …"
"I heard that the abnormality in Modiel appeared after he got close to Tarlonde," Gwen said again. "Have you considered letting him leave that place temporarily?"
"Before we set off, we discussed this matter with Sir Helagol, but Sir Helagol advised us not to act rashly." Maggie shook her head. "The power of the gods is an extremely strange and difficult 'thing.' Once you have been entangled by the power of the gods, it is useless to rely on 'distance' on the physical level because the connection has been established, and the power of the gods will cross the barrier of time and space. In worse cases, the act of leaving hastily may lead to more serious' backlash '…"
"I can understand …" Gwen nodded gently. "Just like the beliefs of the gods, it's okay if you don't believe. Once you believe, the shackles will form, and it won't be so easy to get rid of it. Even the gods themselves can't control this matter."
He could not help but sigh in his heart. He then looked up at Amber and found that the half-elf had been staring at the sand grains in the box for some time. Usually, no matter what new things she encountered, she would make a fuss for a long time, but at this moment, she was strangely quiet. Amber eyes were full of doubts, curiosity, and thoughtfulness mixed together.
He immediately thought of Amber's' origin 'and the inextricable connection between the half-elf and the Shadowy Realm. He could not help but ask with concern, "What's wrong? Do you feel uncomfortable after seeing these things? "
"No … that's not it." Amber finally woke up from her contemplation. After hearing Gwen's words, she quickly shook her head. "I just feel … a little familiar and intimate, as if I have been in contact with these things for a long, long time …"
"Then I'm afraid your feeling is right." Gwen nodded gently. "These things are most likely from the Shadowy Realm, and the Shadowy Realm … is the place where you were really born. Perhaps some of your original memories are still left in your subconscious mind."
Amber nodded noncommittally, scratched her head, and did not say anything else. Android No. 36, this was the true origin hidden under her half-elf appearance. As the top biochemical engineering achievement of the ancient Kingdom of Gondor, her body was stuffed with the soul of a Shadowy Dweller. Although she now did not remember her experience when she was a Shadowy Dweller, now it seemed that the lost memories still left some indelible projections in her heart.
Maggie was confused by the conversation between Gwen and Amber. She obviously did not know the 'hidden origin' of the Imperial Intelligence Minister. At this time, she could not help but ask, "What are you talking about?"
"Nothing, just some old things." Gwen waved his hand casually, got up from behind the desk, and picked up the delicate and complicated metal box. "I have seen the sample. I'm afraid 'laymen' like us can't analyze anything. It's time to ask the real experts … What is Madam Enya doing at this time?"
When Hu Po heard this, he casually said, "Who knows? She's either reading the newspaper, drinking tea, or playing cards online. Anyway, she's living a leisurely life that makes me envious to death … "
Gwen could not help but sigh. As he walked towards the door, he muttered, "… Let's not talk about you. Even I feel envious just listening to it."
Walking through the long corridor from the study to the hatching room, Gwen and his entourage soon came to Enya's door. They found that the door of the hatching room was ajar, and there seemed to be a faint sound coming from inside. At first, Gwen was curious about who would come to visit the retired god at this time, but soon he heard a 'caw' sound coming from the hatching room.
Both his and Hu Po's faces immediately revealed a smile of understanding. The retired parent was taking care of a baby.jpg.
Gwen stepped forward and opened the door of the hatching room. Sure enough, the first thing he saw was the Young Dragon lying on Enya's eggshell, pretending to occupy the peak, stretching her neck and cawing randomly. The giant golden egg on the Young Dragon's head was firmly planted in the groove on the floor. The pale golden runes on its surface were swimming, and it was full of a kind of lazy and satisfied atmosphere. Then, Gwen looked around the room again and saw another Young Dragon.
The little one was squatting in the corner, looking serious, with an iron bucket on her head. On the floor in front of her was an iron shelf from who-knows-where. On the shelf was a row of half-cooked barbecued meat. The head maid, Betty, was squatting next to the barbecued meat rack, teaching the Young Dragon the correct use of spices and how to really cook the meat. Hao Ren did not know how effective this education was.
Gwen looked around and could not help but show a helpless expression on his face. How should he put it, these guys' daily life was quite rich …
"Ah, my friend, good day." Enya had already noticed Gwen and his entourage at the door. She greeted them in a gentle and pleasant tone with the Young Dragon on top of her eggshell. "You have brought other guests … It seems that you are in trouble again?"
"Yeah, I'm basically here to ruin your leisurely days," Gwen said a little self-deprecatingly. "This time I've brought new news from Tarlonde."
While talking, the two Young Dragon also noticed the appearance of Gwen and Amber. They immediately stopped playing and ran to the door while letting out a shrill cry. First, they raised their wings and lowered their heads to greet Gwen and Amber. Then, they noticed Margie, who was standing silently at the side.
The two little ones suddenly showed a human-like look of curiosity on their faces. They tilted their heads and looked at the "Dragons" in front of them. They seemed to recognize the same aura, but there was something different in the aura. The Young Dragon, who did not understand the ancient history of dragons, became nervous and retracted their wings a little timidly.
This scene made Margie, who was about to greet them with a smile, a little stiff. She stood a little awkwardly at the door, not knowing where to put her arm when she raised it a little. Gwen quickly noticed this. He immediately wanted to say something to ease the somewhat awkward situation, but just as he was about to break the silence, the two Young Dragon, who retreated out of nervousness, suddenly seemed to have reacted and let out a cheerful "Oh!".
They jumped up on the floor, flapped their wings, and came to Margie's side. They stretched out their long necks and tried to rub Margie's hand. Margie did not react for a moment. By the time she reacted, she was already entangled by the two little ones. She showed a helpless expression. At the same time, she looked a little confused at the "former god" in the middle of the room, who was emitting a pale golden glow.
"Relax, they just thought you were a little strange," En Ya smiled softly, her voice soft and gentle. "Dragons will never mistake their own kind."
"The two little ones still haven't given them a name?" Gwen glanced at the Young Dragon, who had already surrounded Margie and played with her, and suddenly asked curiously.
"Not yet. Melita and Noretta think that they can wait for the two little ones to grow up before giving them a formal name," En Ya said with a smile. "But now they have a pet name, which was just given by Melita yesterday …"
"Pet name?" Gwen was stunned, and the corner of his mouth could not help but curl up. "I still don't know about this. What did Melita give them?"
En Ya's tone seemed a little helpless. "Melita and Noretta …"
Gwen was speechless. "… Can it be so casual?!"
"I also think it's casual, but the two little ones seem to like it," En Ya said casually. "Let's not talk about this. You have something important to talk to me about today, right?"
When it came to business, Gwen's expression became a little serious. He first looked back at Betty, who was on standby, and waved to the head maid. "Take the two little ones out to play first."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Betty immediately nodded and strode over to pat the heads of the two baby dragons. She then casually called out to them, and the two real dragons immediately followed behind her obediently. They left the hatchery like two dogs being led home by their owner.
After Betty and the Young Dragon had left, Gwen came to En Ya and opened the metal box in his hand. "Take a look at this first."
As the grayish-white gravel in the metal box revealed its true appearance, the pale golden runes that slowly wandered on the surface of En Ya's eggshell stagnated for a moment. Her slightly languid tone immediately became extremely serious. "Where did you get this thing?"
Seeing En Ya's reaction, Gwen knew that he had made the right decision to come here.
"This thing may come from a lost divine kingdom. A mortal who was being chased by the power of the ancient gods brought it from the dream to the real world," Margie immediately explained. "It seems that you know the origin of this thing?"
"This is shadow sand, from the blessed land of the Mistress of the Night. Since the Voyager left this world and the whereabouts of the Mistress of the Night were unknown, this pure sand can no longer be found in this world, whether in the real world or the Shadow Realm." A solemn and low voice came from the golden giant egg, mixed with memories and emotions. "This sand exists in the moment of the intersection of light and shadow. It is a sacred 'eternal product.' No color and light in the world can change its appearance in the eyes of mortals. And wherever it goes, it will be where the divine kingdom of the Mistress of the Night goes. Yes, this thing comes from a lost divine kingdom. This is the divine kingdom of the Mistress of the Night itself."
Hearing En Ya's explanation, Margie's expression suddenly changed. Her eyes widened. "Wait a minute, this sand is the divine kingdom of the Mistress of the Night itself? Then if we take this thing out, won't it be — "
"Child, it is not wise to talk about the toxicity without the dose. Have you noticed the gray color that extends around the sand? The sand has been cut off from the origin of shadow, and the 'divine kingdom' that it spreads out is only a little. "
"Uh …" Margie suddenly looked a little embarrassed. "I was too nervous just now."
"It's understandable. After all, this is related to the power of the gods, and it's an ancient god who escaped the hunt during the Age of Voyager and whose whereabouts are still unknown," En Ya said slowly. "I was shocked when I saw these things just now."
"I remember you mentioned the missing Mistress of the Night," Gwen suddenly interjected. "You said that she may be in a strange state of 'hiding,' and that you can even 'feel' that she is still alive."
"But that was the 'me' of the past," Enya said lightly. "Now that I have lost the ability to perceive another god, all that's left is the experience and knowledge needed to help you identify this' relic. ' And even the former me could not help you find the whereabouts of the Mistress of the Night. She is very hidden. "
"Then, do you have any feasible ideas?" Margie did not give up. She continued to ask, "Is there any way we can find the clues of the lost divine kingdom?"
"I have no idea. I am afraid that the 'mortal being chased by the power of the ancient gods' that you just mentioned is the only idea," En Ya replied immediately. "Looking at your attitude now, that mortal should be very special, right?"
"This is the other thing we want to talk to you about," Gwen said, exhaling softly. "You should know that mortal. His name is Modiel Werde, a human adventurer who was active 600 years ago. You have seen him in the Tide-Defying Tower."
There was a moment of silence in the incubation room. En Ya's expression did not show on the surface of the eggshell, but Gwen could almost feel that her solemn aura had become substantial in an instant. The silence lasted for a few seconds before the voice of the former Dragon God came from the golden giant egg. "It seems that I made a big mistake back then. What happened in the Tide-Defying Tower?"
As Gawain expected, when Enya heard the name of Modiel Werde, she immediately thought of the tower left by the Voyager. That was the key hub that connected Modiel and Tarlund from six hundred years ago to the present era. At the same time, it was also the element that was most likely to lead the situation to the realm of the gods.
"Nothing has happened yet," Gwen sighed softly. "But Helagol is very worried."
(End of Chapter)
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