Chapter 138
Paracelsus looked at the Fairy girl with a pained expression, as if she was about to cry. She seemed to be enduring inner turmoil, clenching her clothes so tightly that they were full of wrinkles.
"That's all we can do. I'll look for some information about the Purple Fog later."
"Turn off what?"
Bawan Shi asked a question, saying she didn't understand what the two meant by "closing down for a period of time."
"That Shipyard was bought by Favia, and he even built ships there himself. Now that he's disappeared, it has to be closed for a while..."
"Can't we just leave it open? I bet if Favia wants to build ships, he doesn't want it closed either..."
Bavan Shi knew that these actions were meaningless to Magecraft, but Favia was no ordinary Magecraft, at least not in terms of personality, as could be seen from the people he knew.
There must be a reason for doing so.
"That makes sense, but Favia isn't here, and the workers can't just start work on their own. This is the only way."
Although it may seem like a trivial and meaningless thing, I don't want it to be like this, and I'm sure Favia doesn't want it to be like this either.
Bawan Shi thought to herself.
"Wow! I'm Favia's friend! You've all seen me so many times!"
The Fairy girl suddenly stood up, raised her right hand high, and shouted, drawing the attention of Paracelsus and Makiri.
Although she felt Shame and was even sweating profusely, she focused on what she needed to do next and forced herself to stay calm.
Then, in a calm voice, he said:
"If I go and say it, the Crowd will definitely agree."
At that moment Paracelsus and Makiri exchanged a glance and then smiled. They could understand the Fairy girl's feelings, but they just felt that the term "friend" was a bit too ambiguous, since they were also friends with Favia.
"Alright then, it's up to you. If you need anything, please let us know and we'll help you."
"That's right, please be sure to tell me if you encounter any trouble."
After the two left, the Fairy girl went to the Shipyard alone and began construction under the name 'Favia'.
No employees voiced their opposition to Bavan Shi. Was it because they understood, or because they were unwilling to speak out due to the pressure of silence from those around them?
But in any case, since this unfolded exactly as the Fairy girl had envisioned, she felt relieved.
At the same time, she was also working hard to learn about the relevant knowledge. In her opinion, the parts of those ships were the result of Favia's hard work. She just wanted to do them well, even if no one cared whether they were good or not, and even if she didn't have to do them herself, she still wanted to do them well by hand.
Although working in the Shipyard was tough, Bavan Shi felt it was actually quite good.
With each operation, she exerted all her strength and moved her body carefully to avoid breaking the parts she had painstakingly completed with her clumsy hands.
Even if she didn't do well, Favia wouldn't care or scold her. Bavan Shi knew this, and she also knew that this ship was carefully built by her best friend, and the girl wanted him to be proud of her. Therefore, she had to do her best.
Moreover, she also wanted him to see her efforts when he returned.
Therefore, no matter what happens, she will never give up.
Even if she didn't love this place, she just wanted to wait for him to come back.
"It's getting late, let's go back to sleep... Uh..."
But just as he was about to turn his head, in the mirror-like night above the City, a point of light flashed briefly in the darkness of London's underground.
Then something, trailing a tail of light, rose into the sky. After a while, it transformed into a curved, fang-like streak of light, heading menacingly toward London in the night. The light arrow emitted a dazzling silver-red color, rising at an astonishing speed, gradually turning into a small point like a shooting star.
Bavan Shi looked up and, as if drawn by a spell, quickly arrived outside the shipyard.
This is--
"Aurora."
At that moment, a huge, colorful curtain seemed to have descended from the sky above, with red, green, and purple colors overflowing as the hues shifted.
This atmospheric luminescence phenomenon, which is usually only seen in polar regions, is still unclear in its mechanism of production. However, it is believed to be caused by the influence of Sun wind from Universe on the atmosphere and geomagnetism. Of course, there are no related observation records in the London city area yet, and perhaps this phenomenon has been brought to life for some unknown reason.
Someone murmured:
"... A symbol of God?"
This marked the beginning of a wave of enthusiastic cheers that swept through the streets of London.
"It's a sign of God!"
"It looks like this year will be pretty good..."
"Whoa, is it just us who saw it, or did the whole world see it...?"
The aurora has had many names throughout history. Indian in North America called them "dancing spirits," and in Middle Ages Europe, the aurora was regarded as a sign from the gods.
This wasn't the first time Bawan Shi had gazed upon such a sight; aurora borealis was a common sight in the Fairy Domain, but this was the first time she had seen it since arriving in London.
The faint aurora in the Fairy Domain is also the light that shines in the extreme realm, single-handedly maintaining the world's surface and interior, in a world that accepts the refuge of Phantasmal Species.
In the Fairy girl's eyes as she gazed at the sky, the majestic aurora borealis covered the boundless horizon. Before everyone's upward gaze, it shone brightly amidst the infinite colors of this nameless night sky, yet vanished without a trace amidst the surging and undulating waves.
Looking up at that scene, Bavan Shi felt an inexplicable sadness.
It was a farewell to a passing season, as if recalling the loneliness and sorrow brought about by the gradual loss of certain things.
Even the words I wanted to say were too heavy to utter.
Even so, I at least hope to share this "special" day with the person I love.
Bavan Shi had considered this possibility, but Favia hadn't returned yet, so he kept it to himself.
"It looks pretty good."
A somewhat bitter atmosphere filled the air in London.
After everything was over, the Fairy girl's slightly hurried steps soon turned into a jog as she ran straight towards the cottage where she and Favia lived.
Back home, in the still quiet house, the girl waited quietly alone for her friend.
That's probably a once-in-a-lifetime 'friend,' with no ulterior motives, just a simple wish for him to stand by my side and live together.
That's all.
After finishing writing in her diary, Bavan Shi, lying in bed, saw Favia's face in her mind and blushed as she kissed the long dress he had left for her.
Goodnight, Favia.
One day, Bavan Shi...
Today I also went to the Shipyard with Hammer and worked hard to build a ship.
Although I was initially nervous and at a loss, and accidentally messed things up, almost screaming and even crying, I managed to hold back this time because Favia used to comfort me when she was around.
In short, with everyone's help... I was still very happy, especially since Paracelsus and Makiri helped me a lot.
But Favia, when are you coming back?
Half a year?
One year?
Or ten years?
No matter what, as long as I'm alive, I'll keep waiting for you, so--
Could you come back sooner?
... Divider line...
"I've been ruined by wine and women, and now I look so haggard."
"I will abstain from alcohol, effective immediately!"
Having skipped over his own dusty, unremarkable life and knowing nothing about the plot, Su Zhou, equipped with Golden Finger, transmigrated to the Snowbreak: Containment Zone and became the Terrifying Sunglasses Analyst in the game.
Having grown accustomed to the fact that his characters all had their own lives, he thought he would only be facing a simple and boring life as an overpowered protagonist, but he never expected that his team members would have a different kind of interest in him.
Seeing the packed schedule that filled him with activities all day long, Su Zhou felt a chill in his heart.
He knew that today he would probably have to limp out of the room again.
A very good book, highly recommended. Love comes from the author.
222: The Inheritance the Monte Cristo Treasure (5k)
"Grandpa?!"
When Frankenstein uttered those words, it wasn't Favia who reacted the most, but Abigail.
The words of the Pink-Haired Girl suddenly appeared before her truly surprised her; to be honest, the girl's mind immediately began to overload.
She tried to analyze in her mind who this Frankenstein's 'Grandma' was, but then she thought about it and felt that her brother couldn't possibly have any descendants. After all, he had been in the Dungeon with her for Number Eighteen years, and she was certain that no one had had more contact with him than she had...
Suddenly, Abigail remembered the most likely possibility: the Red-Haired Fairy on the Small Island. But the problem was, hundreds of years had passed since then, unless that creature was already pregnant with her brother's child back then...
Upon realizing this, the blonde girl's pupils contracted, her hands involuntarily clenched, and her heavy expression was like a dark cloud covering her face, staring at Fran like a ghost. Instantly, the atmosphere in the Dungeon became somewhat chilling, to the point that even Frankenstein subconsciously raised one eyebrow, revealing a slight tremor.
"This feels so strange. Is there some kind of spirit in this place, Grandpa? Do you need Fran to help you? Fran knows Magecraft, you know."
Upon hearing this, Edmond, in the next cell, snapped out of his reverie about his father. After years of instruction from Faria Shufu, he naturally understood what the Magecraft trick was and unconsciously answered in his mind.
Magecraft, or mystery, is a general term for the act of artificially recreating mystery or miracles.
Since the beginning of the Common Era, human history has completely banished mystery, and the darkness of mystery has gradually declined inversely to the spread of the light of science.
No matter how much the Magecraft try to interfere, they cannot change this destiny itself.
The mysteries of the mythical era have been banished to a distant past, and it would be nearly impossible to make them even exist in the modern world.
Moreover, the etymology of mystery is the Greece word for 'closed,' meaning locked up, hidden, or self-contained. In short, mystery itself has meaning.
The secret is the essence of Magecraft; the fewer people who can access it, the more powerful the Magecraft can become.
In the Western Europe world, there are three major Mage's Association and many smaller families, but they are basically all organizations that "transform the Od that fills the practitioner's body or the outside world".
Following the established Foundation of various organizations, the sorcerer sends commands, and the pre-prepared functions are executed. The electrical current necessary for sending these commands is Od. Although Magecraft has the impression of being omnipotent, it is essentially based on the exchange of equivalents to create mystery, and it cannot turn the impossible into the possible.
Magecraft can be seen as simply shortening the "process" and making the "means" available only to an individual. Even if Magecraft to the moon were possible, the prior preparations would require a cost equal to or greater than that of actually being able to go to the moon.
"Is it cool to set off fire from your hand? It's just for show. Honestly, wouldn't it be more efficient to just use a lighter to set off fire?"
Although Magecraft that can interfere with others' minds and change the direction of their thinking does not require a material price, the direction of the practitioner's mind will also be forcibly changed. In other words, cursing others also harms oneself.
In addition, Edmond remembered that Faria had mentioned a kind of Magecraft called Cursecraft, but it was not considered a discipline by the London Association, which considered it too backward. Cursecraft was mainly prevalent in the Ottoman Empire and the Middle East.
"The Association simply looks down on developers in other regions from the perspective of pioneers. Although it doesn't utilize mystery but rather Magecraft as a local custom, it's primarily for personal gain at the expense of others. Precisely because it's so pure, Cursecraft is one of the primitive forms."
In Edmond's memory, Faria's words were like those of a great Teacher, conveying his knowledge at a comfortable pace.
"However, the biggest reason is that when the Ottoman Empire was at its peak, the Cursecraft organizations within its borders might have threatened their position," he said. "They had relevant experience, so they could carefully plan how to make their opponents suffer losses in various ways without ever incurring losses themselves, thus being perceived by the Magecraft World as engaging in such behavior."
"In other words, is it a subtle form of suppression?"
"Not entirely accurate." Favia shook her head, tapping the damp wall with her index finger. "After all, Cursecraft is truly chaotic, more like unsystematic, and its methods of expression are quite direct. Perhaps there really is a chance that it might be preserved and not forgotten."
While the mainstream of Cursecraft in the Nasuverse is in the Middle East, there are many differences, such as Japanese Cursecraft and Western Cursecraft Japanese Cursecraft. Japanese spellcasting is from Japan and can also be called Shinto Cursecraft. Simply put, it is Magecraft Formula signing a contract with "god" to exercise divine Authority.
By using the vestiges of the "gods" left over from the decline of the Age of Gods, one can acquire incredible abilities. For example, Nagao Kagetora was a child who possessed the power of a god or Buddha and became the human incarnation of Bishamonten. As for Western Cursecraft, it is as one might imagine.
After answering in his mind, Edmond continued listening to the conversation between the girl named Fran and Favia next door.
"Cough cough, it shouldn't be that, it's probably just the weather."
Favia coughed twice, as if to remind Abigail.
Realizing she shouldn't have acted this way, the blonde girl took a slow breath and patted her cheeks.
She silently gazed at Favia's profile. Perhaps it was due to the environment of Château d'If, but Favia's condition was not as good as it had been initially. Although nothing had changed, there were still some problems in her body, in places that were not visible.
Abigail, who had known him for so many years, knew this perfectly well. She reached out without thinking, but stopped just before touching his cheek.
It was only a few centimeters away, not a very long distance, but she still stopped.
The reason, I suppose, is that she felt such an abrupt movement was a bit inappropriate.
However, seeing Abigail like this, Favia didn't seem to care at all, and took her hand, which had taken a step back, and placed it on her face.
"I see, I understand now. This place is indeed not good. If Fran stays here for a while, his parts might rot. Grandpa, you must be having a hard time here. Do you need Fran to take you out?"