Chapter 810： Between virtual and real (1/2)

The **** is dead ... now he is finally beginning to rot ...

The old man in front of him spoke a word that seemed normal in such a common and natural tone, but made everyone on the scene feel an inexplicable weirdness.

Magnum's hands were already on the table, faintly crossed, eyes fixed on the old man who claimed to be "Duvalt": "The **** in your mouth, which **** is it?"

The old man smiled and said very frankly, "Who else can be? Of course, it is the upper narrator."

When the suspicious old man said the word "upper narrator", Yuri and Magnan's pupils shrank noticeably, but there was nothing abnormal on the scene as they imagined, as if everything was normal. Conversation was average.

At this moment, Gao Wen also finally discerned some details from the broken pattern of the worn robe of the old man. It was a fragmented earth, and the earth was covered with a symbolic palm ...

"You are the priest of the upper narrator," Gao Wen said gently, "but why do you say the **** is dead?"

Duvalt did not answer immediately, but first took a piece of pastry from the rich food on the table and placed it in front of Naritiel. The white-haired girl did not speak, but just took the pastry and buried her head, quiet but again Eating very fast, as if hungry for a long time.

"The gods have been dead for many years. Before the world was destroyed, the gods began to die," Duvalt spoke slowly, and his words seemed to carry vicissitudes of time. "When aware of the truth behind the world, God It was crazy. When God was crazy, he died ... It took him a century to die, and another century to decay, and the world after that became like this. "

As he talked, Duvalt raised his arms and tidy up his too worn robe, and Gao Wen faintly saw that the robe's edges were not only rotten and dirty, but even some spider webs were hanging—this shows that The owner of the robe not only visited many ruined and ruined places, but even spent a long time in some ruins not long ago.

If one considers Sandbox No. 1 as a post-apocalyptic world, how long has this upper narrator priest named Duvalt lingered in this post-destruction world?

The other party seemed to just want to find someone to chat with, although the situation was a little weird, but Gao Wen still planned to take advantage of this opportunity to learn more information, and then continued the topic with the trend: "In this world, there are other people besides us people?"

"People? It's long gone ..." said the old man in a low voice. "The world is over, civilization is over, there are only ruins here, and Duvalt and Naritiel wandering among the ruins."

"Is everyone dead?" Yuri asked. "Or ... disappeared?"

"I don't know, I'm probably back to the Lord." The old man vaguely gave an inexplicable answer, and took another piece of food from the table and handed it to Naritiel, who was still very fast and quiet. Eating, the conversation that seemed to happen to her had nothing to do with her.

"How long have you been here?" Selina joined the conversation, asking softly.

"I can't remember, probably since the end of the world, I stayed here," said the old man calmly. "I still remember some vague things, remember how the city looked like when it was bustling and lively, and many people lived there. In these houses, there are merchants from swamps, forests, plains, and coastal city-states on the streets, celebrations and heroes, and philosophers' speeches and debates on the platform. The temples in the city are bright and spacious, and the sun will pass through the clean The windows were sprinkled on the pulpit, and the believers were calm and happy ...

"I still remember the news from the south. Scholars have created a device that overlooks the starry sky. Sailors from the west coast discussed the strange fish they caught from the deep sea in the tavern. A dancer from the oasis region entered the city. , People in half of the cities are talking about her beauty ...

"Ah, that was a wonderful time ... except that it has passed."

The old man shook his head, picked up a glass of wine handed to him by Yuri, tasted a sip, and exclaimed: "Oh, this is an incredible taste ... Naritir--"

The white-haired girl who was buried in the cake looked up, looked at the wine glass in the old man's hand in doubt, took the glass after receiving the affirmative look of the other person, and took a cautious sip.

The next second, she spit out all the wine and spit it out for a long time: apparently, she didn't like the taste very much.

"... I'm curious," looking at the calm old man and the weird young girl, Gao Wen suddenly broke the silence. "Before we arrived, what are you eating-is there any food in the city? "

"We haven't eaten in a long time," Duvalt smiled and shook his head. "That's why Naritir is so hungry."

...

Within Tifeng, in the Orandale area, the night is already low, and the stars light up the night sky, reflecting the sparsely lit countryside below, and the "Orlandale's Throat" located in the center of the area.

In the unknown village, a shepherd who just fell asleep tossed and turned on the bed, as if struggling with an invisible dream, but soon he calmed down, his breathing became smooth and low, as if the dream had suddenly been stripped off, and the entire person had entered Deep, dreamless sleep.

Outside the window, a hazy figure flickered by.

In the village where everyone was silent, and the families had gone out to sleep, two figures in black robes slowly walked across the street, bathed in starlight, and went from one end of the village to the other.

A young male voice came from the hood of one of the black robes: "The dream control of the last village is complete, they will sleep well, and no one will dream tonight."

The figure next to him nodded, and a steady female voice came down from the hood: "Even so, we must patrol all night to prevent someone from breaking the control and dreaming again-under the pope, we are required to create absolute in the entire area of ​​Orlando" No dream vacuum ', and as long as one person in this area is still dreaming, his dream can become a springboard and cause accidents. "

"Can such a 'dream zone' really work?"

"Useless, that's what the Pope and the extravagant wanderers need to consider. Whether we do it or not is our thing," said the calm girl voice. "Instead of worrying about this, it's better to hope that everything will go well tonight, the best Don't use our arrangement. "

"It's also ..." said the young male sleeper priest, walking towards the periphery of the village under the light of stars. Occasionally some sounds of wind and grass sounded in the quiet village, but it seemed more and more silent between heaven and earth.

"It is said that the dream priests seven hundred years ago were responsible for doing these things." The male priest suddenly said.

"whats the matter?"

"Walking in the night, soothing disturbed dreams and healing those who have suffered trauma, like we are doing today."

"Sounds like ... it's really similar."

"I didn't expect that I would have come out of the underground palace to do this kind of thing-my grandfather had collected an amulet of a dream priest, but it was destroyed in my father's generation," the young man The clergyman shook his head. "It is said that after the incident, we have the opportunity to obtain a new identity and to be able to operate in the right way-but correspondingly, we must move to a new place."

The woman walking beside was silent for two or three seconds, shaking her head and reminding: "Outside, don't talk about these."

"... It's true."