Freya woke up groggily from the cold. However, she was no longer in a glacial valley that looked like layers of ice blades. She could no longer hear the low whistling of the icy wind in the valley. She remembered that when she fainted, she was on the windward side of the glacier. Now, she was in a valley with a calm wind. She did not know how long she had been unconscious. The cold seemed to have seeped into her limbs and bones. She gritted her teeth and struggled to get up from the snow. However, Freya suddenly noticed something that she had never seen before.
Not far from her wobbling vision stood a small creature. It looked a little like a small snowman, but its slender arms were not made of dry branches. Instead, they were made of ice crystals. The little creature placed its hands on its waist and bent over to look at Freya. It looked a little like the butler in the seigneur's castle. However, it was not tall. Its face was covered with a beard and eyebrows that looked like ice crystals. Under the eyebrows, a pair of bright eyes shone brightly.
Freya was shocked. She had never seen such a thing before. She immediately woke up and sat up in the snow like a spring. However, she did not expect that her sudden movement would scare the snowman. The little creature was so scared that it took two steps back and tripped on a tree root. It then fell on its butt in the snow. It took a long time for it to get up. Then, the two of them stared at each other.
There was an awkward silence in the snow.
After a long while, Freya finally realized that the snowman did not seem to be hostile. She pondered for a moment and asked tentatively, "Did you bring me here?"
The snowman was startled. It quickly patted the snow off its body and stood up. It bowed respectfully to Freya and said, "No, it was not me. It was my master who brought you here, my dear young mistress." It could even speak Cruz language. However, its intonation was a little weird. It sounded like a duck quacking, which was very funny.
Freya's mouth opened in an 'O' shape. She was shocked by the way the snowman addressed her. "Wait, what did you call me? Who's your master?"
"Master is Master, respected little master." The snowman answered in a matter-of-fact tone, as if that was the correct answer to this question.
"Wait, I'm not a little master. Did you get the wrong person?"
"Master said that you are the most distinguished guest here. Master told us to treat you with the etiquette of a young master. Master said so, so master must be right."
Freya felt that her brain was not enough. She only felt that if Brando was here, he would be able to figure out what was going on quickly. However, the girl from the countryside of Bucce was not stupid. She first touched the side of her belt, where the Lionheart Sword was still in its scabbard. She then touched her waist pouch, where the slate Brando had given her was also intact. Even the ruby ring was still on her finger. She heaved a sigh of relief. This meant that the other party had no ill intentions.
She calmed down a little. After a while, she asked the snowman, "Hello, how should I address you?"
The snowman put one of his withered hands on his chest and bowed at her like a human being. "We are the Tolifen sprites who have lived here for generations. My honorable little master, we do not have names. You can call us' hey 'or' come here '. After all, we all look the same to you, but there are actually some differences. You only need to count our beards and eyebrows carefully, and you will find that there are more and less of them, and their shapes are not the same, either."
Before Tolefin finished its introduction, Freya burst into laughter. The little thing was imitating the etiquette of the human nobles, but its words were irrelevant. It was a little funny. She held back her laughter and asked, "Where is your master?"
"Master is in the house."
"House? Can I see him? "
"Master said that if you wake up, little master, I should take you to see him."
"Take me to see him?" Freya was a little suspicious. "Can I see him now?"
Tolefin nodded.
Freya stood up in the snow and patted the corner of her clothes, only to realize that she had recovered from her injuries. She remembered that she was seriously injured before she passed out and killed the silver monster with the last blow. She could not remember what happened at that time. She only vaguely remembered that the slate in her bag fell out and glittered in the snow, and she was in pain as if she had fallen into a furnace. Then, she passed out. However, the stone slab was still in her waist pouch. She pinched it with her hand, and it was as cold as before. There was no change at all.
Freya did not know if the recovery of her injuries had something to do with the changes at that time or the mysterious master of these fairies, but she saw that the little snowman had climbed to the mouth of the valley in front of her. It stood under a snow-white thorn bush and waved at her. Freya hurried to follow it.
Freya found that she seemed to be in a secluded valley. She followed Tolefin through a dense forest of white thorns that she had seen before. The whole valley seemed to be covered with this kind of plant. These white thorns could grow very high, just like the trees outside, except that the top of the thorns bent down and hung glowing fruits. Like street lamps, the soft light illuminated the winding path in the forest.
There were many animals in the white forest. Freya saw a type of squirrel with grayish-white fur. It was searching for shrubs and seeds under the thorny bushes. Occasionally, it would pass through the path in a group, or it would look at her with its big black eyes, wary of an outsider. On the thorns above her head, there were many birds that looked like sparrows, but these birds had silver feathers and long tail feathers. They were not afraid of strangers at all, and let Freya and the fairies walk under them. Instead, they tilted their heads and looked at the uninvited guest.
After walking for a while, the white thorns suddenly separated to the left and right. Freya's eyes lit up slightly, and a look of surprise appeared on her face. After the thorns separated, a mountain spring surrounded by the forest appeared behind. The mountain spring hung down from the rock wall and fell into a pool. Steam rose from the pool. It was obviously a hot spring formed by geothermal heat. But this wasn't enough to surprise her. She saw that the ground beside the hot spring was covered with emerald green vegetation and meadows. And on the meadow, there was a blue stag lying down.
The stag obviously noticed her too. Freya did not know if she was hallucinating, but she saw the stag looking at her with a kind expression.
This made her recognize the stag immediately. It was the stag that led them out of the predicament the night before.
She seemed to have understood something, but at this moment, Tolphen, who was leading the way, stopped and turned back to look at Freya. The surprised girl looked ahead and saw that the white thorny trees had come to an end. In front of them was an open space in front of a mountain wall. A man-made structure was carved out of the mountain wall, forming an arch that was as tall as three or four people. Freya looked at the arch, and then at Tolliver, who had stopped, and asked, "Do you want me to go in?"
The snowman nodded.
Freya had to pluck up her courage and take a few steps forward into the cave. The light around her dimmed, but after adapting to the dim environment, she gradually saw the interior of the cave. Behind the arch was a natural cave, as if the man-made hatchet marks on the outside were just to decorate the entrance of the cave. Like most glacial caves here, the walls of the cave were made of smooth ice, but the cave was not deep. It extended for twenty or thirty feet before it stopped abruptly, cut off by a vertical ice wall.
Freya could not help but widen her eyes. Where was the master that the little sprite mentioned? There was nothing in the cave.
But just as she was puzzled, the ice wall in front of her suddenly melted and formed a small door, and then a voice said, "Please come in, Miss Freya."
"You know me?" Freya asked, startled.
But the voice did not answer. Freya was nervous and curious. She was actually very worried about the safety of Brando, Maynild, and the little prince at the moment, but she did not know where she was. She waited for a while and saw that the voice had no intention of continuing, so she had to bend down and pass through the small door in the ice wall. The thick ice wall was about ten feet thick. After passing through the small door, she suddenly felt a light in front of her, and the surrounding temperature rose a few degrees. It was not as cold as before in the valley, but there was a warm atmosphere. Freya looked up in surprise and found that behind the ice wall was a very comfortable room. It was like the study rooms of the nobles she had seen in Ampere Seale. There was a table, a high-back chair, a bookshelf, a fireplace, a thick carpet on the floor, and a bright flame burning in the fireplace. The bookshelf was full of books, and there were silver candlesticks and plates on the table. The candlelight was soft, and the plates were filled with all kinds of food. The food was steaming hot, as if it had just been taken out of the oven.
The room was empty, but someone automatically pulled out a chair for Freya and put a plate and fork on it, as if inviting her to take a seat. "Please, have a seat." That voice rang out once more.
Freya knew that if she did not do as the other party said, the voice would probably ignore her again. She hesitated for a moment and sat down. Immediately, a white porcelain teacup automatically flew down from the shelf next to her and placed in front of her. Then, the silver teapot on the table seemed to be held up by an invisible hand, tilted slightly, and poured tea for her.
The tea was a beautiful red, like the onyx in the cup.
Freya was a little nervous. She put her hands on her knees and suddenly remembered what she had learned in etiquette class. She said subconsciously, "Thank you."
The voice seemed to have seen through the girl from the countryside of Bucce and couldn't help but laugh.
"Don't be nervous," he said, "Don't be nervous. It's been a long time since we entertained guests here."
Freya took a deep breath. She didn't know what he meant by "it's been a long time since we entertained guests." Did it mean that this place used to entertain guests? Or did it mean something else? She asked, full of doubts, "Hello, are you the owner of this place? Did you save me?"
"We'll talk about this later. Try the tea I made first," the voice replied gently.
Drinking something of unknown origin in a completely unfamiliar place was not a wise thing to do, but Freya felt that there was no need for the other party to do this. She hesitated for a moment, but still patiently picked up the white porcelain teacup and took a sip. The black tea was very delicious. It had a strong taste of milk. After entering her mouth, she felt as if all the fatigue in her body had disappeared. Even the soreness from sleeping in the snow had disappeared without a trace. But she was not in the mood to drink tea. She only took a sip and put down the cup with both hands with a heavy heart.
"How is it?" the voice asked.
"En, very good. Thank you for your hospitality," Freya said, choosing her words carefully.
"You seem to be very worried?"
Freya was not an idiot. She could now confirm that the other party was the owner of this place.
"Because I don't know where this place is. I'm very confused."
"This is just a 'place' because it is not fundamentally different from other 'places.' If you seriously consider this question, you will realize that it is not important to you, right?" the voice replied.
Freya felt that this statement was very strange, but it could not be said that it was wrong. What she really cared about was not where she was, but how far away she was from Brando and Maynild. She nodded honestly. "Yes, I'm worried about my companions. I've been separated from them. Sorry, I'm not saying this to trouble you, but can you help me get out of here? "
She paused. "… Or, or you can ask the sprites."
"No need to rush," the voice said. "Miss Freya, no need to rush. I led each of you here because I want you to do me a favor."
"You are the one leading us?" Freya thought of the stag she saw outside the door and could not help but believe it. "But who are you, and how can we help you?"
"My power is very weak, but it is not difficult to lead you here because I know why you are here, so I just need to tell you the direction." The voice laughed, "Long story short, after all, I don't have much time left. Let me introduce myself first. My name is Milondal, according to the Kirrlutz's name, Milos."
The teacup in Freya's hand fell on the tray. She did not even notice the tea splashing on the tablecloth. Before coming here, she had never even heard of this name. But soon, this name was deeply engraved in her memory, just like the glaciers and wind in this forest. Brendel's words echoed in her heart again and again, shocking her to the point where her jaw dropped.
"You, you, you …"
"You are right. I am the first Frost Giant in this world. They call me father, and you humans call me god. I accept all these titles because I am qualified to do so."
"But …" Freya wanted to say, but ever since the stars fell to the ground, the gods had already left this world. Legend had it that they left with the Twilight Dragon and never returned. Although people had built many shrines to them in Vaunte to commemorate the era when gods and humans coexisted, everyone knew that the era of mortals had long since arrived. But she couldn't bring herself to say it out loud. She was stunned by the sudden news.
"Are you confused?" The voice seemed to know what she was thinking.
Freya calmed herself down and nodded.
"Actually, you don't have to be so surprised. Milos has already fallen. I am just a myth left behind by a great will."
"Myth?"
"People's thoughts will repeatedly linger on the question they wanted to solve the most when they were alive. This myth will occasionally become a ghost-like existence, but if your existence is too strong, this kind of thinking will become substantial, like an existence like me," the voice replied gently.
"Are you saying that there is a problem that is bothering you? But shouldn't gods be omniscient and omnipotent?"
"Perhaps only Lady Martha can be omniscient and omnipotent. We just think more than you. But my myth has nothing to do with you. It is just unnecessary trouble. But today I want you to do me a favor. Freya, this matter is not only related to me, but also to you and your companions, and the young master of Valhalla. I know him, don't I? "
"Brando?" Freya was so shocked that she almost stood up.
The voice did not answer, but Freya had a strange feeling that the other party nodded silently.
"What do you want me to do?" Freya could only ask cautiously. Although she felt that there must be some kind of mistake, how could she help with a problem that even the gods were troubled by?
The room was silent for a moment.
"I want you to stop my resurrection."
After a while, the voice slowly spoke.
"What!" Freya bounced up from the chair as if she had been electrocuted. It was as if she had heard the most unbelievable thing since she was born. Her face was full of shock. "What did you say!?"
"Stop my resurrection, Freya."
"That great will is gradually waking up from the darkness. You don't understand what will happen, but for the entire Wohnde, this is an unpredictable fate. The era of gods has ended. This has nothing to do with the myth. I don't know the answer to that question, but the Knight of Azure has given you an answer. This answer can no longer be changed, Freya. "
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PS: I continue to recommend Idiot Sunspot's new book, "Calamity Descends." Speaking of which, this one has been doing quite well in the past few days. = =, this one will continue to work hard.
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