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Stan Tito had another dream, in which he was still in a magnificent palace, carving his own in the corner.

Here is the manifestation of his will and soul. He stays away from the world and doesn't like the hustle and bustle. He likes to do his own things quietly.

This is his peaceful place, the hometown of the soul.

Compared with the past, his dream not only contains the chapters of the ancients, but also a lot of his own works.

Holding a tool in his hand, he stood in front of the "Puppet of Destiny".

The craftsman looked up at his unfinished work.

"dream!"

"Dream Fairy?"

"I have witnessed the existence of the image of the gods by the great poet."

Stan Tito was in a daze, as if a flash of inspiration, he finally remembered the person he had seen before, and even knew the name of the other person, which was the sacred name recorded in the "Last Chapter".

"Sheila?"

With this cry, he immediately saw the whole dream changed.

As the sound passed, it turned into layers of golden halo, and a door of illusory dreams opened above.

Stan Tito turned his head and looked outside.

A dream goblin surrounded by fantasy stars, extremely beautiful fantasy life descended in his dream.

She was wearing a bright golden gown, the sun, stars, and the dream of the gods adorn her clothes, and her long bright golden hair fluttered in the air.

In the end, it fell in front of Stan Tito like a flying flower.

"The thread puppet named Stan."

"Are you looking for me?"

Stan Tito looked at her blankly.

He had guessed, but didn't expect that all of this turned out to be true.

As early as a long, long time ago, he was paid attention to by the messenger of the gods.

That is the existence that stands side by side with the gods alongside Sally, the mother of life.

"It's really you, the messenger of the gods, the dream fairy who masters the power of creation."

"The messenger Sheila standing on the right hand of God."

The fairy in the dreamland smiled: "The great is the god, I am just the fairy of the light of the gods."

After a long pause, Stan Tito finally realized what the dream goblin called him before.

He explained with a self-deprecating smile.

"Noble and holy messenger of God, I am not a puppet of the thread."

"Although my name is called slate, it is not only a re-engraving of the slate of the predecessors, but also a slate for carving my own works."

"I can follow the tide of fate, but I can also jump out of the water in accordance with my own will."

The fairy in the dream asked him: "Have you mastered your destiny?"

"Or, do you understand the meaning and mission of your life?"

Stan Tito shook his head: "I haven't fully understood the realm of a great poet, but I have already figured out many things."

The goblin looked at him carefully: "It's really different, you have changed."

Dream Demon Sheila said with a smile: "Is this what Tito said, will the human heart change in the temper?"

"So!"

"What do you want to do when you call me?"

The goblin asked Tito.

Although Stan Tito was in a hurry, many questions already existed in his mind.

And what he wants to know most is, what is the secret left by the great poet Tito, does the **** really want to give the Sanye the power that can create everything?

"God's messenger!"

"Open the door of the kingdom of God, can we get the gift of God?"

The fairy in the dreamland told him: "There is no key to open the gate of the kingdom of God, and the so-called "Last Chapter" in your hand is only the story of Tito's life."

"Whether the gods bestow the power of creation depends on how you choose."

"Only when the Sanye people give up the power of destruction, the gate of the kingdom of gods will open."

"Hope and light will come to the world, and the power of dreams and creativity will open up a new era."

The messenger of God disappeared in his dream, and Stan Tito opened his eyes and woke up.

He sat up and looked out the window.

The moon will last forever, and the waves will not stop.

"Only by giving up destruction can we create light."

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Hut by the sea.

The messenger of King Genil arrived and finally saw Stan Tito.

It's just that Stan Tito is completely different from a few years ago. Now he has inherited the power and heritage of the great poet. In the kingdom of Sanye, apart from the king who masters the power of giant monsters, few people can be stronger than him. .

This is external, internally, he has become more mature, more stable and confident.

He was once called the lucky son aloft in the city of **** servants, but he gave people a kind of emptiness and frivolity floating in the air.

Now that he has lost his former position, it feels like he has more.

He sat quietly on the beach, as if a huge rock stood on the shore of the sea, blocking the turbulent waves.

As if letting the huge waves hit, he could still stand still.

Henir's voice came from the body of the messenger on the shoulder of the messenger and reached Stan Tito's mind.

"The war is about to end."

"Hundreds of years of constant infighting, fighting, and consumption between the blood of the royal power will finally be painted with a terminator, and the glory of Shinsai will reappear."

"As long as you come back."

"You are still the lucky child, and I still reserve the place of the gods of the sky temple for you."

He is here to meet this old friend, and at the same time to show off his achievements.

Stan Tito did not look back, he only paid attention to his stone carvings.

"I know that your majesty was not killed by you, but you have witnessed the death of the queen and just sit back and watch."

"You have no loyalty, you only have ambition and greed in your heart."

Henier didn't care: "I have heard a lot of these things, what about ambition and greed, what about conspiracy and trickery."

"I can't wash these things, and I'm not going to wash them."

"People are willing to talk, just let them talk, I am me, I am King Henir."

"As long as I can surpass other kings and do everything I have never done before, no one will care about it."

"Come back! Stan Tito."

"I am the king, you are the spokesperson of God, and we will create a new era together."

Stan Tito is still immersed in his work, ignoring Genier.

After a long time, he finally stopped the carving knife.

"Why do you have to choose me?"

"Doesn’t the other Tito family members always want to be the heirs of the saint’s will?"

Henir's voice suddenly changed, turning into sarcasm and contempt.

"because!"

"They are not worthy."

Stan Tito turned his head: "Then am I worthy?"

Henier nodded: "Of course, you deserve the name Descendants of Saints, because you truly inherited the will and strength of the great poet."

Stan Tito did not answer, but suddenly asked Genil a question that was not relevant.

"Are you willing to give up the power of trolls?"

Henier froze for a moment, he felt that the problem was so familiar.

"this problem."

"The messenger of the gods also asked me."

Stan Tito turned his head, he asked concerned.

"Then how did you answer?"

Henier: "I refused."

Stan Tito looked at Henier in confusion: "Did you know?"

"Your refusal may have given up Sanyeren's future."

Genier told Stan Tito: "I can't see the future, I just know to grasp the present."

Stan Tito retracted his gaze, and he resumed sculpting his painting.

"You may be able to reunify Shinsai, you may be able to build a great career, and become a great king comparable to the former King Yeser."

"But I don't see hope or light in you."

Henir didn't understand even more: "Isn't it enough to be comparable to King Yeser?"

Stan Tito let out a low laugh: "For a king, it's enough."

"But for the Sanye people, for the descendants of Ledniche, and for our civilization."

"not enough!"

"Far from enough."

Stan Tito stretched out his hand, and he looked at the sea.

"The world is moving forward, and the river of years is rolling down."

"Why are we the only ones standing still."

"Couldn't the civilization created by King Ledliky become the afterglow of the setting sun in the time of his son Yessel?"

"I don't believe ~lightnovelpub.net~ This is not what Ledrichie wants to see."

Henier didn't say anything, he felt that Stan Tito in front of him had completely changed.

He used to admire Stan Tito very much. He thought the two of them would become friends, but now he felt that each other was different, and he even saw the shadow of a great poet in each other.

That is.

The existence of a saint named.

The magical power was condensed, and Henir's voice slowly dissipated.

"You are really different. You are no longer a puppet, and you are no longer the lucky one."

"A person like you won't stay here as a craftsman forever."

"I will be in the Sky Temple...waiting for your return."