The city of lights.

A group of children were standing under the temple. The children were dressed in rough cloths with symbols representing a certain alchemist.

They raised their heads and looked at the gorgeous buildings that were completely different from those decades ago, with a longing voice.

"Wow!" The children's voices were uniform.

Because it is too big and beautiful.

"When I grow up, I must become a servant of God Iva, a great alchemist, and I must be able to enter here." The children are all apprentices selected from various villages and towns outside to enter the alchemy workshop in Denghuocheng. It was also the first time I saw this miraculous temple.

"Like Lord Sinji." The children are full of lofty ambitions and expectations, but most of them are not likely to become alchemists and servants of the **** Iva. They can only be helpers in the alchemy workshop. , Grow up to become a skilled craftsman.

"I am different. I will go to other places in the world to take risks in the future. I am going to find places where fairies exist." Some children have different wishes.

"Fairies are not in the world, they live in the kingdom of gods." A child immediately retorted.

"I heard from the Suinhol people who came a few days ago. They said that there is a fairy in the Sunrise Mountains. It is a sacred spirit with magical powers. The name is Meryl." People of this era The perception of the world always comes from other people, most of whom have never left their hometown in their entire lives.

The stories brought by caravans and wandering musicians who traveled north and south will always spread quickly.

Because that is their only way to get information about the outside world.

The temple is completely different from when it was just established. Although it is still a domed building, it is covered with gold flakes, shining golden light in the sun.

The outer wall of the temple has exquisite patterns, most of which are the cup of desire, the cup of the sun, the ship and the alchemy creation.

It is closely related to the origin and power of the **** Iva.

A large number of buildings with other functions have been built on both sides of the temple in the past few decades, some of which store items sacrificed to gods, and some are places where priests live.

However, these priests can only pray in the lobby outside the main temple.

Only Xinji can really see God Iva.

People only know that there is a garden deep in the temple, and there is a tall, sacred white tree in the garden.

It is said.

God Iva is on there.

The road in front of the temple is paved with white stones with textures, and tall and lush trees are planted on both sides of the road. The children took a circle on this sacred road. When they saw the sun was about to set, they just stopped. Hastily followed the road back.

"not good."

"My lord alchemist said that he would go back before dark, and he would be punished if he went back late."

"Run!"

The children slid and trot, and the main road of the city of lights in front of them gradually appeared.

can be seen.

The entire city of Lights is completely different from before. The city is full of a strong technical and artistic atmosphere.

Whether it is the stone slabs on the ground, or all kinds of buildings, wooden houses, lighthouses, and workshops, they all get rid of the primitive and wild atmosphere.

Many passers-by on the road are wearing common clothes or even gorgeous dresses.

This also shows the wealth of the city, and also reflects their etiquette.

Most of the people living in the city today are artisans, handicraftsmen, and merchants from far away from the animal husbandry plains and Suin Hall.

And all these changes.

They all come from the servants of God Iva, the alchemist and alchemy of the City of Lights.

Over the years, some people have become priests of the **** Iva, a member of the guardian temple and worshipping the gods.

Some people turn the anger in their hearts into flames, and the flames can easily smelt all kinds of metals.

Some people turn their inner jealousy into flames, and the flames can burn all the impurities of various objects.

Turn people's love into flames, and the flames can smelt multiple metals together.

There are also all kinds of unexpected desires and emotional powers, and all kinds of peculiar lights can be obtained.

The desires and emotions of the alchemists are combined with the creation in reality, and they obtain the lamp of the divine contract by offering all of themselves to the gods. This is the fundamental power they have through signing a contract with the gods, and the alchemy props that belong to their destiny. .

And in the last ten years.

There is also an alchemist who accidentally discovered that if the power of emotion is taken out of the body, he can create an alchemy prop that is completely different from the lamp of the deed by consuming a part of his own strength. It is a general alchemy that can be used by other powerful people and even ordinary people. Props.

Some can release lightning, some can summon strong winds, and some can confuse people.

Every piece of this kind of alchemy props is extremely precious, and the alchemist will not easily consume his own strength to refine, and after being refined, it is mostly used as his own trump card.

In the city of lights.

The power of the alchemist is called the servant alchemist, the lower alchemist, and the upper alchemist according to the power of the first-tier to the third-tier.

The lamp of the deed of the servant alchemist is only incorporated into the alchemist's desires, and its function can only interfere with oneself.

The lamp of the divine contract of the lower alchemist is integrated with the spirit of the alchemist and can interfere with reality. Only at this point can they be regarded as a real alchemist; they can build alchemy workshops and produce all kinds of metals through lights. Products, medicines, and even other alchemy props.

However, the alchemist’s props are called alchemy props by themselves, but in the inscription on the cup of god, they still belong to the miracle props, magic props, and life props in the magic props category.

The lamp of the deed of the upper alchemist is integrated into the consciousness of the alchemist and can condense the spirit of the lamp.

At present, only Xin Ji had reached this state.

The power used by an alchemist is different from the power of miracles. The power of miracles is called the power of miracles because it is completely beyond the scope of mortal understanding. This power can produce almost everything you want.

The power of the alchemist can only create magic items.

Then use the power of alchemy props to obtain what you want through the knowledge and technology you have mastered.

In the past few decades, alchemists have faintly divided into two schools.

One of them is mainstream alchemists who specialize in creating various metal creations. They use lights to smelt various metals to create strong and exquisite gold and silverware.

However, there are currently few alchemists, and the gold objects they smelt can only be supplied to the city and merchants from far away from Suin Hall for trade.

The second type is an alchemist who refines powder for healing wounds and diseases. Xin Ji is the most powerful alchemist in this regard.

The embryonic form of alchemy, pharmaceuticals and other technologies is gradually taking shape in this city, and then beautiful flowers will be bred in the future.

In the Council Chamber of the Elders in the City of Lights.

The exquisite golden lamp was lit, illuminating the hall.

The four sides of the hall depict the legendary sea of ​​flowers and the sun, the dome depicts the clouds and the sea of ​​stars, and a blond goddess like the goddess of wind floats through the clouds.

Under the stars, a man in a silver cloak was rowing a boat, closely following the footsteps of the goddess.

The members of the group of elders sat in a circle, headed by the elder Xinji.

Decades have passed, not only has the great elder Xin Ji not grown old, but even looks younger.

However, this is also because Xin Ji was only looking old because of the primitive and simple life. Now that he has gained power and the lamp of gold, it is naturally different.

"today."

"The King Smerkel of the city-state of Suinhhor has sent us a letter, hoping to trade with us directly, and even invited our alchemist to the city of fire protection."

"What do you guys think?"

Singi asked everyone for their opinions, and the members of the elders group talked a lot.

"I agree. The city-state of Suinhor has a large population and vast land. If our things can be sold there, we will definitely gain a lot of wealth." Someone agreed. Some methods of smelting and refining metal, and then crafting exquisite gold and silverware made by craftsmen, if they can be sold to Suinhor, it must be a big profit.

"I disagree. Suin Hall sells cloth and clothes, oil, and food to us over the years. Those Suin Hall merchants are greedy and vulgar, robbing us of much wealth." Someone immediately objected, as a Conservatives dislike these outsiders very much.

"King Smerkel once met the **** Iva, I think he is credible." Someone thought of the poem of "Holy Blessings" and was full of affection for the King Smerkel.

People in the hall argued endlessly, and finally the Great Elder Xin Ji proposed.

"Send someone to see it first, and I'll talk about it when I see Queen Smerkel."

Everyone voted and it was finalized.

There is no lord in the city of Lights, and the big elders will handle all the big and small things in the weekdays, but all important decisions must be made by the elders.

Most of the members of the elders are priests of the temple, alchemists who have inherited the power of Iva.

Xin Ji came to the temple after finishing the discussion of the elders.

He walked through the hall and through the promenade.

All the way deep into a garden full of cups of desire.

In the center of the garden, there is a snow-white tree more than ten meters high, which is also the sacred tree called in the city of lights. God Iva sits on the tree and looks at the outside of the temple.

He is hidden in the leaves, and it is difficult to see him directly from below.

But Xin Ji knew that the **** was on the tree, and he went directly to the tree and crawled on the ground.

Xin Ji talked about what was discussed in the elders' chamber today, and also mentioned the letter from King Smerkel.

Although he didn't directly ask the gods' opinions, he just narrated.

But it is obvious.

He just came to ask the gods to send down the oracle and tell him what to do.

On the white tree, Iva stared at Xinji.

"Why are you asking me?"

Xin Ji told the gods: "Because King Smerkel is your favor."

Iva said: "The people I look after are my business."

"I like him, I can just give him what I want."

"How can your country and your destiny be changed because I like it?"

But Xin Ji didn't think so: "But you give everything to us."

Iva said, "I gave you everything, so you are my servant."

"But this city was created by countless people, and their efforts and wisdom were not given by me."

"I can't and don't want to sacrifice their efforts, just because I like someone."

"I have given you a prosperous life, and you offer your prayers to the great master of dreams. This is a fair deal."

"Besides, I don't need you to do anything."

Singi regards Iva as a god, and Iva only treats all this as a deal.

He has no real consciousness as a god.

He understands what faith is, but he doesn't understand why it drives people crazy.

Whenever he sat on the tree and watched the thousands of people below worshiping toward him, they made crazy shouts.

There will always be a surprised look.

He didn't understand where the madness came from, what he did to make their emotions tremble so violently.

And Xin Ji, who was crawling under the tree, also felt that the gods only need them to complete a certain task.

Xinji also faintly understood that God Iva may not stay in the human world for long.

When that task is completed, the **** who descended on earth will eventually leave this land that does not belong to him.

He always sits on a tree and looks at the sunrise mountains and the sky.

Maybe I miss that piece of stars, I miss the day when I took over the dream of the dead in the kingdom of God.

Xin Ji couldn't help saying finally.

"God!"

"You have given us so much, but we have not been able to do anything for you."

Iva shook his head: "Didn't you all do it?"

Xin Ji said: "Those are just trivial things, my master, Iva, who rules desire!"

"What else can we do for you?"

Iva thought for a while, and suddenly thought of something.

He recalled the night of the campfire in the woods, when Smerkel, who was still the prince, played the harp and sang poems in praise of King Alpens.

And Iva herself, told a story about herself.

A story between the two brothers Henir and Weiss.

He smiled and said, "Then write a book for me!"

It was the first time Xinji heard the term book, and there was no paper in this world.

Most of the snake-men recorded characters are still clay tablets and wooden boards.

A few people will use special leather rolls and cloth rolls as the carrier of writing, but that is expensive.

"Book?"

"What is a book?"

Iva said: "It's something that records words."

Xinji thought that God Iva needed a psalm to praise him, and he quickly agreed.

"God."

"I will definitely invite the best poets and musicians in the world to compose the most beautiful music and the most gorgeous chapters."

Iva shook his head: "No, no, no poet, no musician."

Xin Ji is a little at a loss, so how can he compose a poem?

Iva told Singi: "Because what I want is not poetry, but a story."

"but me."

"This is the storyteller."

Xin Ji's mind was agitated.

Yes, what is more beautiful in this world than the chapters narrated by the gods himself?

What is more sacred and great than the story of the gods?

Xin Ji respectfully salutes: "Being able to hear the stories of the gods and record the holy words of the gods is the supreme glory of being your servant."

Iva said: "The name of this story is called."

"A fairy tale of a fairy."

Xin Ji immediately understood that this was a story about a sacred spirit like a fairy, and it must have something to do with the great dream master.

Iva first tells the story of Polo the fairy.

"The fairy yearns for the outside world. Although he lives in the garden of the gods and has the favor of the gods, he still yearns for the free sky outside."

"One day, he said to God."

"God, let me taste the most beautiful food and smell the most beautiful flowers on your behalf."

"Feel the wind on the mountains, feel the waves in the sea, and listen to strangers from far away telling their life journeys and interesting stories."

"I will turn into your eyes and messenger, bringing back the wind letters and news from afar."

God broke through the fairy's careful thoughts: "You just want to run out and play!"

But in the end, the **** let go and let the goblin leave.

None of the fairies in the story mentioned their names, and the Sanyeren were only replaced by mortals.

Xinji used a wooden knife to quickly record the story told by the gods on the clay tablet. One tablet after another was placed aside, and the ground was filled in the blink of an eye.

Soon after, Iva began to tell the second story.

That is the story in the divine blessing, but the angle is different. It tells the story of how she blessed all mortals from the perspective of a fairy.

It also depicts the salvation of the saints and the birth of the dream star sea.

The third story is a story about fairies and prayers, this time the story is much lighter.

The story is full of innocence.

"The fairy left the kingdom of God in a hot air balloon. She is seeking the best prayer in the world."

"..."

The story has been told from night to dawn.

The last story is the story of the fairy Simila and her performance group.

When the story was over, Xin Ji finally understood what kind of existence a fairy is.

The titles of the darling of the creator, the holy spirit, and the most beautiful god-made spirit became real in an instant.

Xin Ji raised his head and looked at the lush leaves and the divine shadow looming from the heights.

But the mood flew to the distant kingdom of God.

"If one day, I can also reach the garden of the Creator."

"I must talk to these beautiful divine spirits."

After speaking, Xin Ji felt ridiculous again.

He is just a humble mortal, how can he reach the sun and flowers of the Creator.

After Iva finished telling the fairy story, Skyrim also began to fade.

He lowered his head to see the large number of clay tablets, and suddenly shook his head.

"The method of recording words on a clay tablet is really inconvenient."

Xin Ji said, "But gods, this is the easiest and easiest way to get them right now."

Iva told Sinji: "Just right."

"As the price of your helping me pass these stories, I will give you something."

Iva walked down from the tall white tree.

The sun slowly rises in the sky, and the white trees are a symbol of sacredness and purity.

The great **** spotted his servant Xinji's forehead, giving him guidance and gifts.

Some information was passed directly to the depths of Xin Ji's ceremony through the power of power.

Singi immediately knew what God Iva bestowed on him, and also knew the true meaning of the book.

"Papermaking."

The method of how to make paper appeared in Xin Ji's mind. It was a process step that ordinary people could easily operate, and it appeared in front of Xin Ji one after another.

At last.

He watched the sheets of white paper glued together and turned into a book.

Xin Ji just woke up.

Xin Ji was pleasantly surprised by the gift of the gods and understood what the appearance of this kind of thing meant.

Such a convenient means of recording text is something he had never thought of before.

This is the creation of the gods.

It is God's guidance to mortals and the grace of God Iva to them.

However, for Iva, this kind of thing is nothing special, and there are many such creations in the kingdom of fairies.

Iva just made another deal with his followers. He gave Xinji and Denghuocheng the papermaking skills he thought was not too precious, and then asked them to write a book for himself to spread the fairy story in the world. Above.

But for mortals, this is a miracle that changes the destiny of all people and the future of their race.

The moment Xin Ji woke up, his eyes were searching for the figure of the god.

But the **** has left.

But the voice of the **** resounded in Xinji's ears: "By the way, don't write my name."

"This is the story of a fairy."

"I'm just a reporter of it."

He can only crawl on the ground and express his respect and gratitude to the gods in his own way.

"My merciful God Iva!"

"We will always remember your greatness, remember your gifts, and remember the future you gave us."

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In an alchemy workshop in Denghuocheng, Xin Ji and several alchemists stayed up all night, guiding the craftsmen to operate, and even went to battle in person.

"faster."

"Done yet?"

"Take it out...Take it out."

In the yard, everyone was eager to see through.

The first piece of paper in the wooden frame appeared, and the craftsman carefully lifted it up and displayed it in front of Xin Ji.

Although a little rough, it is undoubtedly the first piece of paper in the world.

Everyone burst into cheers, the whole alchemy workshop was full of cheers, and everyone excitedly shouted and embraced.

Even the Great Elder Xin Ji couldn't hide his inner joy.

"Paper."

"This is the paper God said."

Xin Ji carefully flattened the paper, and then wrote the words Snake Man on it.

Whether it is writing or collecting, it is simple and light beyond imagination.

Moreover, the paper manufacturing method is not complicated, and the materials are easy to obtain.

Don't use it at all. As usual, every time I write a word, I feel that money is burning.

The paper read: "City of Lights."

Xin Ji held up these words and told everyone.

"We are all lights of gods."

"It was God who ignited us and guided us the way forward."

"We want to pass on the myth, the story of us and the gods, forever through this piece of paper."

Pieces of paper were produced from the alchemy workshop and fell into the City of Lights.

Eventually they will spread to the whole world.

Xinji's room was full of clay tablets, and he transcribed it with a tube pen little by little corresponding to the text on the tablet.

He carefully glued each piece of paper, and then sealed a layer of leather on the outside~lightnovelpub.net~Finally.

Xin Ji hot stamped the name of the story taken by the gods on the cover of the leather case.

"A fairy tale of a fairy."

This is the first story in the world that uses paper as a carrier, which is different from the long story of a poem.

It is also the first fairy tale.

Moreover, all the fairy tales in the story are true, and have really happened.

It is a fairy tale, it is also a myth, it is also a history.

The emergence of papermaking technology has slowly begun to change the era at its roots.

It makes the transmission of technology and knowledge no longer difficult, and it makes civilization no longer a memory passed on by word of mouth, no longer a vicissitudes of life engraved on a stone tablet.

It is a text that most people can read and know.