Chapter 224 I didn’t lie

After the painter left, Jodi looked at her husband.

 “Is he really good?”

"who knows?"

 Pava poured himself a glass of ale: "At least the iron plug is moving. If he doesn't move, there is no hope."

"Whether he makes a mess or gets a happy harvest, he has to bear the consequences."

“He has actually always wanted to do this. We are just asking him to face his true self. If a person is not willing, it is useless what outsiders say.”

Pava took a sip of wine: "Have the "Heroes" been handed over to the temple in Yaocheng?"

“Well, the first batch of books will be transcribed next month at the latest.”

"I can rest assured that."

Jyoti looked hesitant: "Have you really decided to do this?"

"Of course, is this even a joke?"

Pava took a deep breath and stood up: "Come on."

Jyoti walked to the window and closed the curtains.

 She turned around and walked slowly to Pava: "It's not too late to regret now."

Pava held Jyoti's face with both hands and kissed her: "No, I don't regret it. The story of my life belongs to you."

Then his face stiffened.

 Pava slowly fell backward.

Pava, the famous traveler and storyteller, died at the age of 66 when his heart stopped beating at his home in Sanillo.

 …

 Three days later, Fabiani, who received the obituary notice, hurried outside the fountain on a sandworm.

Outside Pava's house, there were many people commemorating this great storyteller. They put down bouquets of flowers in the corner, talked softly, and felt sorry for Pava's death.

 Fabbiani knocked on the door.

The oak door was slowly opened, revealing Jodi's slightly haggard face. She was wearing a black dress, a sacred flower on her chest, and her eyes were red.

 “Madam, my condolences.”

 Fabbiani’s voice was hoarse: “I’m late.”

 “Please come in.”

Jyoti glanced behind him: "Who is this?"

 “This is my apprentice, Uluru.”

Uluru is short in stature and wears a robe that almost covers his entire body, hiding his whole body in the shadows.

Fabiani said: "He is from Uzi, just let him wait outside."

 He gestured to Uluru.

Uluru nodded and returned to the sandworm to wait.

After entering the house, Jodi wiped the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief: "Want to drink water, honey or wine?"

 “Water.”

 Fabbiani was a little uneasy.

He thought he had foreseen death, but the sudden death of his best friend was still difficult for Fabiani to accept, and his mind was completely blank along the way.

 I have received so much care from Pava, but I am unable to give any feedback.

 This made Fabiani feel deeply lost and his body felt extremely heavy.

He saw a painting solidified in resin on the wall. It was a portrait of Pava and Jyoti. The artist's brushwork was exquisite and he faithfully and accurately restored the characteristics of Pava and Jyoti, as well as all their subtle expressions.

Pava has a smile on his face in the painting. At this time, he did not know that death would knock on the door so quickly.

 Fabbiani suddenly realized something was wrong.

This is Sanillo.

If Pava is dead, the ghost is still there.

 He looked at Jyoti: “Madam, has Pava’s ghost appeared?”

 “No, it didn’t show up.”

A trace of sadness flashed across Jodi's face, and she pursed her lips: "No one knows where his soul has gone."

 No wonder she was so sad.

Fabiani sighed: "Perhaps he was too tired during his lifetime. Pava needs to rest. Please don't worry, he loves you very much and will definitely come back to you."

Every time he had dinner with Pava, Fabiani could feel his friend's anxiety.

 Pava is always writing and revising manuscripts, but the progress is getting slower and slower. As his reputation grows, Pava can hardly find a quiet place in the city.

 His fatigue and nervousness are visible to the naked eye.

Pava once said that his biggest trouble is that everyone expects too much from him. In the eyes of many people, he is not only a narrator, but also an observer of the world who hides countless secrets.

 He was unable to surpass the original "Pava's Bizarre Adventure" and lamented this, often saying that living like this was boring.

 After eating fried black water strider, it’s hard to like fried little bugs again.

 “He won’t come back.”

Jodi shook his head.

 Suddenly, a stranger in full armor walked out of the inner room. This man was wearing brass-colored ghost armor, with a long sword tied to his waist, and his steps were steady and impressive.

 Fabbiani was shocked at first.

Pava just died, Jyoti actually found a new partner?

 Is this a bit...

 It took him a moment to realize something was wrong.

 A bold idea came into his mind.

 “Could it be that...Pava?”

The ghost in the ghost armor said angrily: "You have recognized the wrong person, my friend. Standing in front of you is the ghost from the mountains, the warrior who died a hundred years ago, Matthews."

Fabiani couldn't help but laugh: "You bastard, you actually faked your own death, and everyone was fooled by you!"

 There is nothing better than having a good friend alive.

Matthews emphasized: "My friend, I have said before, my name is Matthews. Your good friend Pava is dead, and his body is buried in the backyard."

Fabbiani was stunned and looked at Jodi.

Jyoti nodded and wiped her tears with a handkerchief: "I killed it with my own hands... and buried it. It was a complete death."

Fabiani was silent for a while, with a helpless look on his face: "In order to get rid of the pressure of the name Pava, you would commit suicide to start over... No one would have thought of it."

 “My friend, I solemnly declare to you once again that I am Matthews.”

The other party emphasized again.

 “Then why are you at Pava’s house?”

“Because I am a fan of Mr. Pavard’s books, I came here to pay my respects. I have decided to inherit Mr. Pavard’s legacy and continue to write everyone’s stories.”

"I will record the brutal war between the Fifth Fearless Empire and the Kingdom of Uzi, tentatively titled "Crystal Empire". Please continue to support me in the future, just like you support Mr. Pava."

 “Aren’t you talking nonsense?”

"I did not lie."

 “Stop it, Pava.”

"Sir, please mind your words, I am the war narrator, Matthews."

 Fabbiani couldn’t laugh or cry.

 He could only nod: "Well, nice to meet you, Matthews."

Jodi blinked and made a slight mouth gesture.

　　—Let it be.

Fabiani relaxed and rubbed his stomach: "I'm a little hungry. Do you have anything to eat?"

"There are honey wheat cakes and a little cold beef, so let's just eat some." Jodi pointed her finger, the plate flew, and the food was immediately placed on the table.

Fabbiani ate and drank a lot.

After eating half full, he said: "We recently dug up the ruins of the Rose Kingdom on a cape in the south and found a batch of rose seeds, thanks to Uluru."

“The Wuji people are indeed natural underground navigators. Their underground boats are very wonderful. They look like stone pillars, but they are very flexible underground, as if they are alive.”

 “Uluru was also the first geologist.”

“He told us how the underground moves, how the interior is structured, what the features are on the exterior, and that there are many more types of rocks than we imagined…”

“The black burning stone, called coal, is also found in some mountains. Cave monsters and sandworms can find some, but it’s very difficult. Uluru has an accurate way to find coal ore!”

“In addition, you can also find fire wells in Uluru. The flames that are constantly erupting from the ground can burn for hundreds of years, and they can be found in the Kingdom of Uzi!”

"If there are fire wells and a large amount of coal, smelting and casting will become very easy, and the price of making various props and equipment will also drop. More people will have access to cheaper metal tools and even sophisticated equipment. .”

Hearing such a strange thing, Mathewston could no longer pretend, jumped up and said hurriedly: "Really? Call Uluru in quickly."

"Okay. Although the Wuji people cannot speak, they have keen hearing. They can see the surroundings through their bodies, but the way is different from us. In theory, their whole bodies can be regarded as eyes."

“They have their own writing and are used to recording history with carvings. But because there is no need to speak, they have never developed a language. However, Uluru can already understand the Yao language, so it is quite convenient.”

 The young Wuji man was invited in and looked at the three people inside nervously.

 Before coming, he had heard from his teacher Fabiani.

Mr. Pawar is a well-respected celebrity who brings stories to life and makes them known to everyone. Ms. Jyoti is the wife of Mr. Pawar. She is a graceful and extraordinary person. She must be treated with respect and propriety.

Uluru bowed nervously to the armored warrior and elegant lady inside.

 He gestured with his hands, which meant: It’s an honor to be here, sorry to bother you.

 What did Fabiani say to them.

Ms. Jyoti smiled and gave him a small seed with a faint green light lingering on its surface.

Fabiani said: "Ms. Jyoti gave you a meeting gift. This is a symbiotic tree species. After planting, it can grow into a forest and attract elves. If you plant a forest, it will be a fortune, and the elves will Would love to buy or rent from you.”

Uluru carefully took the tree seed and stuffed it into his body.

 This is both life and treasure.

 He banged his head against the wall three times to express his solemn gratitude in the traditional way of the Wuji people.

 The whole house was buzzing.

Thanks: Shichuan and Liuguang supported 1500 starting coins, and Sky Angel’s Heartbeat supported 100 starting coins.

　　

 (End of this chapter)