Chapter 1443： Aura (1/2)

Huge golden oak trees grow arbitrarily in the courtyard, and the open canopy covers almost three-quarters of the courtyard like a heavy sky. Around this huge plant that relies on natural divine power, the faint brilliance disperses the shadow world. Eternally entrenched in the dim, a vibrant nursery bathed in brilliance, eternally luxuriant, undefeated in all seasons.

A gust of wind blew in from a distance and moved the green leaves in the nursery. Amid the soft rustle, Amone, who was caring for the flowers and plants, raised his head and looked at the golden oak tree not far away—a figure was quietly leaning against the trunk. She closed her eyes as if she was in a nap, but as the breeze blew, the lightly sleeping lady slowly opened her eyes, and two gleaming magical gleams appeared deep in her eyes.

"I'm back?" Amone greeted casually, "You can read the drama yourself, I haven't finished my work yet."

"I didn't leave either-I just sent an avatar to go'outside' activities," Milmina kept sitting leaning against the oak tree, lazily looking up at Amone, "You're fast. It's been a whole day, haven't you finished it yet?"

"I plan to re-plan, and then find a way to open another piece of land outside the original courtyard boundary," Amone shook his head, and the two small flowers wrapped around the antlers swayed gently in the dim light, "Phil Na and Leirna said they wanted to plant some blue bellflowers and silver leaf grass, which are unique plants of the Silver Empire, and may not be suitable for planting next to potatoes..."

"Seriously, I don't think it's appropriate to grow anything around your vegetable patch-it's too strange to match," Milmina muttered, her eyes fell on Amorn's corner and saw the two A swaying little flower, she couldn't help showing a smile on her face, "If only I could hear their voices... I'm really curious about what they usually talk to you."

"Daily chatting—you want to hear it? Then in a few decades...maybe more than ten years," Amone seemed to smile a little, "They are recovering little by little, and they will soon be able to recover from their soul-sleeping state. Break free, by then they will be the'spirit' that can communicate with the outside world. Then I plan to find a way to create two new bodies for them...or ask Bertila to make two. The technology tested on the elves seems to be quite successful."

As he said, he paused, and then looked at Milmina curiously: "You are all busy over there? I remember that it takes a long time for the magic movie to be produced... or the part you are responsible for. It has ended?"

Milmina waved her hand immediately: "How fast, it's just that today's things are all done. I left the avatar over there, and I can help them deal with some less important tasks, answer some questions and so on. Tomorrow. I have to'past'. The next two scenes are famous, and I have to do it myself..."

"...Anyway, I don't understand what you are up to," Amone muttered, "I just heard that you are going to help those mortals make a ghost drama about the fall of the goddess of magic. I thought you just need to go there. 'Ah—'It's enough to die all of a sudden, but now it's still a big project."

"I can't explain it to you," Milmina narrowed her eyes. "You can just wait to see the finished product. But then again...Are you really not going to try it too? The Theocracy. We are planning to make it into a long-form series if "The Ruler of All Laws" is successful. All the stories of the gods will be interpreted in the form of a magical drama. The next one is probably you...think about it?"

"I'm not interested-and I don't think I'll be good at this," Amone shook his head, "but I'm really looking forward to what kind of story mortals will tell me. The history of silver elves is far older than that of humans. And my origin is in the earliest silver elves history. Many early information about nature worship has long since disappeared in the ancient years. Under this circumstance, how does the talented Firme plan to accomplish this difficult task... It's curious."

"Doesn't you even know this part?" Milmina glanced at Ammon with a little surprise. "You can give them some information for reference even if you don't go into battle yourself."

"Do you know the history before your own birth?" Amone asked rhetorically, "At the stage when the ideological trend is not yet formed, the gods have no complete self-awareness at all, and that is precisely the most critical period for the birth of a god."

"Ah, it's true, I forgot," Milmina said in a sudden tone, but soon said indifferently, "but it doesn't matter. If you can't find the information, just make up. The key to this project is not really going to Let people understand how we came, but let people think they understand how the gods came—and how the gods didn’t. They also arranged for me eight Secret Saints who were initially revealed. 'Well, it is used to explain why wizards who have never believed in gods suddenly think that there is a goddess of magic in the world. It is the first time that I know that I still have such eight saints..."

Speaking of this, the magic goddess couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "For me, the most difficult part of this whole project is to write down the names of my eight saints..."

Listening to Milmina telling these things, Amone suddenly seemed to think of something: "By the way, you have been active outside with your avatar for so many days, has there been any change in the link of thoughts?"

When the topic suddenly turned to business, Milmina's originally lazy posture immediately became serious. She lifted her finger, as if unconsciously sketching a few runes in the air, speaking slowly: "I have these days I have been paying close attention to changes in this area...the situation seems to be exactly what Gawain Cecil had expected. Working with mortals did not lead to re-establishing any link between me and them, even today, playing the role of'initially The actor of the saints chanted prayers directed to me right in front of me, and I did not feel any connection being established."

While speaking, she turned her gaze on Amone, her tone of voice particularly solemn: "You should also know that prayers with clear directions have powerful power, even if the reciting person is not a believer, as long as he is praying. With the slightest'respectful heart', there will be some corresponding ripples in the thoughts, and correspondingly, the gods will definitely feel this ripple."

"You did not perceive this connection at all, which means that the act of'prayer' of the'actor' has completely lost faith in meaning," Amone said slowly, "As the actor of the'saint', he clearly knows Your prayers are just lines...no, not only that, but more importantly, what you are doing has completely denied the sacredness and unknownness of the existence of the goddess of magic..."

"Perhaps, the Noyes really used this method to achieve ‘coexistence’ with the gods," said Milmina, "and sooner or later we will realize it..."

"'Noi'..." Amone slowly came under the golden oak tree, and whispered while sitting next to Mirmina, "You say, the future described by Gawain Cecil 'Will it really come?"

"I don't know, but many of the things he described have already been realized, or are gradually being realized-I would like to believe in this ‘human’ who has created many miracles."

Amone did not speak, he seemed to be lost in thought, and after a long period of thought, he suddenly broke the silence: "The Noyes sent their gods to the universe, and they sent them out more than a hundred years ago. Can you imagine? A trip to space... Many years ago, I rashly approached the starry sky. Although I lost my life just as soon as I went up, the magnificent sight I saw was enough to cover. All the dim brilliance in the world, to be honest, if I have the opportunity, I would rather go up and take a look."

"The Noyes launched their gods at 3% speed of light. Considering their actual situation, this is probably no choice... The gods can not eat, breathe, or even never rest, and they can live long enough. Faced with any long journey, with limited technology,'launching the gods' is undoubtedly the most reasonable and easiest solution to achieve," Milmina said with emotion, "If I have the opportunity, I really want to know The "God of Noy" who embarked on a space journey, he has done an amazing thing for his people-trekking to such a remote place alone is not an easy journey."

"But if the situation requires, we will do something for all beings at all costs," Amoen said softly, "This is our essence."