Chapter 888 (1/1)
Lothar, it's been down for a while. Cheese thought so and looked down into the darkness. The time in the chasm is out of sync with the outside world, which the mage can be sure of, because it is now noon to calculate the time from the information provided by the heartbeat or other physiological signals. But there was no movement in the rope around his waist. Not only that, cheese also doubted whether the rope still led to the exit, otherwise the signal when he pulled the rope and the abnormal situation of the rope when Lothar fell into the dark should have attracted the attention of the people above.
But it's normal. Abnormal normal. Cheese took a breath, his eyes a little tired, on the one hand, because after all the last night, even the grey robe can not keep energetic. On the other hand, he felt that he was a little fed up with dealing with these things, which were beyond all knowledge and legends, things that would not be recorded in any story. They are not worthy of praise, of being remembered, or even of fear. They're meaningless, completely meaningless.
”I'm talking about you. You are destined not to be accepted by the world, under the clear sky, under the stars, under the dark clouds, even in the storm will not have your name! Why don't you understand that? Here, this world, does not belong to you The mage's roar seems to be directed at the surrounding darkness, but if you have the same magic vision as cheese, you will find that there are some things in the dark, which cling to the cliffs on both sides of the crack, quietly bearing the rebuke of the grey robe.
It's not right to say that they are reprimanded. After all, some of them have no hearing at all. Even if they do, they will not understand the language of human beings or any living things on the ground. Therefore, cheese's yelling is more like meaningless noise, and its only effect is probably similar to that of animal warning.
After the roar, the mage calmed down again. This is not that his experience in Cang lion has taught the mage one thing, that is, when facing a problem or being involved in an event, he should not be so anxious to follow the texture shown by it. Instead, he should try to think about the whole picture of the whole problem from a further or macroscopic perspective. In this way, many detours can be avoided, and many puzzles can be resolved. In this way, the mage knows too little at present. What he saw and heard was only fragmentary content. If he put them together rigidly, he could not piece together the general shape of the whole problem. It was like a blind man touching an elephant. The interpretation results from each angle were quite different.
The elephant cheese now touches makes him feel that these things are not the culprit of the cracks. They are more like the existence that lives in the deep underground, because this gap just began to want to move upward. As for the reason for stopping moving now, it is likely that the sun is outside the crack, or that there is no place for them to go. He was locked in the same cage with them, and Lothar was probably removed because he did not meet certain conditions of the cage. Otherwise, there was no reason why the count's rope would be broken, but he is still intact.
After he has made a guess at the present situation, what should he do? The difference between cheese and Lothar is that the latter can't stand the atmosphere in the rift and choose to leave quickly along the rope. The former has the ability to think calmly in the unknown environment. It's just that most of the time, no one can tell which of these two reactions is more correct. Because sometimes, fleeting opportunities have disappeared in hesitation and calculation.
However, not all bureaux have a way out, and not everyone needs to walk out of the maze along the exit. What Cheese learned taught him was that most of the walls in the world were not what they looked like. So he didn't intend to go up the rope. He took out the dagger at his waist and put the blade against the rope. Taking a deep breath again, the mage slowly began to cut the rope that kept him here. ”The ties that maintain them will become the hanging ropes on the gallows. The so-called hope and way out are the places where traps can be set most easily.”
The feeling of falling is no stranger to cheese. He has experienced a similar experience not long ago. The only difference is that there is a bottomless abyss below him, instead of frozen ice and snow for many years. Some people say that falling and flying are very similar. The mage doesn't think so. Those people see flying and falling as a way to get rid of the earth under their feet. They see the earth as a restraint. But the world's shackles are more than the earth? Flying needs speed, wind and wings. How can it be called freedom? As for falling, isn't the feeling of being pulled back to the ground by invisible forces no matter how high it is off the ground, isn't it the most perfect interpretation of bondage? When you jump down, your waist is tied with a rope, the lower end of the rope is connected with a shot put called the world, it will pull you down until
”Hiss!” The pain from the waist made cheese take a cold breath. He subconsciously reaches out his hand, trying to grasp something to slow down and concentrate his whole body weight in one place. So he was very smooth to grasp the upward extension of the straw rope. There was no clean burr on the straw rope, which made his palm slightly prick. Rope, moving up.
”Hello! Can you hear me The intelligible language came from above.
The mage raised his head, and there was a sky that could be covered by a palm above, but the midday sun just shot down from the sky of that palm and shone on his face. Looking around, there is no shadow on the cliff. He came back and escaped from his cage. But there's only one rope. After searching for a period of time, cheese found that a straw rope was slowly shaking above his slant. A long black rod was tied to the lower end of the rope, and other ropes were wrapped around the long rod, and a hollow knot was tied at one end of the long rod.The knot swayed like a hanging corpse.