Night World Players

Chapter 106 I want to see the outside world
Last put away the "Silver Wing Chronicle" and placed it in the bookcase next to the bedroom.

On the big white and soft bed, the girl with long ice-blue hair was still holding the pillow in her arms.

Her eyes looked dull and gorgeous, and Rast could see the flickering candlelight on the bedside table through her eyes.

Helen was still immersed in the "Silver Wings Chronicle" told by Last earlier, the story of the Knight Lyle and the Plague Witch, and she had not come back to her senses for a long time, even though she had read this fairy tale book countless times.

"Have you seen the places that Lyle traveled to in the book?"

When Rast almost thought that the Queen he served had fallen asleep, he saw an ice-blue light dancing in the air in front of him.

Unlike the words that appeared quickly when Helen gave him instructions before, this time the ice-blue light spots condensed into specific characters very slowly, with a little hesitation and doubt.

"Ah."

Luster nodded: "I have seen it."

"These are just ordinary sights outside this palace."

Perhaps because he, like Helen, had been imprisoned in Deep Blue Harbor for three hundred years, Last was able to keenly perceive the reason why Helen was so hesitant at this moment.

For a long time, this queen, who was high above everyone else but like a bird in a cage, had based her understanding of the world on her fairy tale books.

Especially "Silver Wings Chronicles". The first half of "Silver Wings Chronicles" is a travelogue of the male protagonist Lyle and the amnesiac girl traveling around the continent and experiencing the customs and cultures of various countries.

Helen liked this story very much, firstly because the love between the hero and heroine in it was very touching to her.

The second reason is that the content of the first half of the travelogue is the only way for her to imagine the scenery of the outside world.

On countless starless nights, Helen would sit on the bed, hugging her pillow, flipping through the fairy tale book on her lap in the dim candlelight.

Through those lines of clear black and white text, I imagined myself becoming the young knight or witch lady named Lyle in "Silver Wing Chronicle"... embarking on a journey to tour the entire continent.

Travel to the world made up in the fairy tale book, and picture in your mind the thousands of mountains and rivers and the brilliant stars described in the book.

But "Silver Wings Chronicle" is ultimately just a fantasy story, a fictitious text. Even the worlds depicted in different fairy tales often have conflicts and differences.

Helen has always wanted to verify whether the world she imagined based on the words in the fairy tale book is correct.

But she lived in the palace for a long time, and the only people she could interact with were the maids.

Those maids were also residents of the paradise. Most of them had stayed in this palace for a long time and knew nothing about the outside world. The remaining memories had long since become blurred in the eternal time and could not give Helen the answers she wanted.

On the one hand, she yearned for the outside world, but on the other hand, she was afraid that the real world was completely different from what she had imagined, and she could not bear the psychological gap brought about by thinking about it day and night.

Therefore, when Luster appeared, her questions became hesitant, as if she was homesick.

But in the end, yearning and curiosity overcame the fear of homesickness, and the ice-blue words condensed in the air.

"So... are there really mermaids in the depths of the ocean who sing beautifully and love to seduce sailors?"

This is the biggest crisis encountered by the hero and heroine in the early stage of "Silver Wing Chronicles".

When they were sailing out to sea, an accident occurred because the sailors were bewitched by the mermaid's singing, and they were stranded on an isolated island... Finally, they reunited after going through numerous hardships.

By the way, he also met the mermaid princess and gained the friendship of the mermaid tribe. The mermaid tribe also had a role in the final decisive battle.

"They exist. Both the Sirens and the Mermaids really exist."

Rast recalled the information recorded in the Mystery Tower.

"It was only at the beginning of the Age of Exploration when human civilization began to enter the Age of Discovery that shipwrecks caused by the singing of mermaids and sirens along the shipping routes became common, and humans began to send hunting ships to hunt these two races on a large scale."

"Long-term hunting and targeting has caused the number of both the Sirens and Mermaids to decrease significantly. For a long time, they could only be found in remote and distant seas."

"Later, human civilization entered the information age. Various high technologies greatly reduced the incidence of sinking accidents. In addition, people gradually realized the importance of racial diversity, so they began to establish policies to protect the endangered sirens and mermaids."

"Today, the number of sirens and merpeople in the ocean has begun to increase again, but there are regulations prohibiting them from singing near popular shipping lanes."

“So if you want to hear them sing, you probably have to go to their ancestral land to listen.”

"The ancestral home of the Siren tribe is located in the deepest part of the ocean, but considering your strength, it shouldn't be a problem."

"Does the airship really exist?"

On the big white and soft bed, Helen hugged the pillow, and the sleepiness in her eyes disappeared completely.

She tilted her head and listened, and the ice-blue words began to dance in the air in front of Rast again.

"It really exists." Rust nodded. "The previous airship technology was a bit flashy and lacked practicality, but after the recent improvement of rune matrix technology, it has been adopted on a large scale by many countries and forces."

"What about the goblins? Is it true that every goblin nest is so terrifying that once a princess knight enters, no matter how powerful she is, she will never be able to escape?"

Are there any strange things mixed in those fairy tale books of yours?

Last shook his head. "This is pure artistic processing. The goblins are based on real races, but the stories of the knight adventurers and goblins... are completely fabricated by some people to satisfy their special hobbies."

"Although the real goblins have a bad temper, their skills in alchemy are quite outstanding. They have established a prosperous goblin kingdom underground and have their own independent civilized social system."

"He is definitely not the greenskin in the books who lives in a cave, drools, and can't be defeated by anyone except the arrogant and cocky Knight."

……

The conversation between the two continued for a long time.

It was not until the white candle on the round table was almost burned out that it stopped.

"Your Majesty, it's time to go to bed."

"Here's your warm milk for bed."

Luster poured the warmed milk into a glass and brought it to the bedside.

He waited by the side, waiting for Her Majesty the Queen, who loved listening to bedtime stories, to drink the warm milk and fall asleep, and then he would wash the empty glass.

On the soft, white bed, the girl with long ice-blue hair hugged the pillow and blinked her dark purple eyes, looking at the cup of warm milk before bedtime... There was a trace of nostalgia and reluctance in her eyes, as if she wanted to chat for a while longer.

But in the end she obediently took the glass from Rast's hand and accepted Rast's arrangement for her to go to bed.

After spending a long time together, Rast discovered that the Queen of the Underworld was easier to get along with than he had imagined...

Her mental age is relatively young, and her relationship with Rust is more like that of aristocratic lady Shalltear and her old butler Sebastian than that of "Her Majesty the Queen and her attendant".

Helen drank the milk in small sips, and at this moment her vision suddenly darkened, and the white candle finally burned out.

Rast stood up and tried to change the candles.

Although the bedroom was pitch black, the "intuition" of the chariot sequence and the "navigator" of the tower sequence could prevent him from getting lost in the darkness.

But at this moment, Rast heard the girl's sigh behind him.

It was not words or text that appeared in the air, but just a long breath that sounded like a praise.

Rast turned around and followed the girl's gaze in the darkness to look out the window...

In the dark night sky, a bunch of pale blue fireworks suddenly rose up, accompanied by a slight sound of breaking through the air.

When it reached its highest point, the firework shattered in the night sky.

The fireworks turned into countless scattered lotuses of light, blooming in the sky, and then turned into chaotic points of light falling to the earth.

There is an extremely black dome above, undulating hills below, and silvery-white light rain in the middle, just like a meteor shower in the sky.

The falling rain of light illuminated the mountains below. On one side of the mountains was the sea, and on the other side was the brightly lit royal city.

As the kingdom of the dead, the nights in Paradise Royal City should be quite quiet, and fireworks should not be allowed.

But recently too many refugees have poured into the royal city. They have not received any blessings, so naturally they do not have to abide by the rules of the underworld... No one knows who brought fireworks from the outside world and released them on the hills outside the royal city, lighting up the night sky with fireworks.

Helen stared at the fireworks outside the window in a trance. There were lush forests among the mountains illuminated by the fire... It was exactly the same place where the hero and heroine lived in seclusion in the finale of "Silver Wings Chronicles".

The rain of light reflected in her eyes, refracting the brilliance of glass, just like a blooming starry sky.

Slowly, her hazy and lifeless eyes gradually became lively.

Like a kitten that sees its cage opened.

Last felt a faint itch in the palm of his hand, and slender fingers were writing on his palm with a cool touch.

"I want to see the outside world"

"Okay, let's disguise ourselves and go out to play tomorrow." Rast said softly.

He was also looking at the fireworks scattered in the night sky, but his gaze was dim, like a dark pond that swallowed up the light, and no one knew what he was thinking about.

(End of this chapter)