city ​​of lights.

A group of children stood under the temple. The children were wearing rough cloth clothes with symbols representing a certain alchemist.

They looked up at the gorgeous buildings that were completely different from decades ago, and made longing voices.

"Wow!" The children's voices were in unison.

Because it is so big and beautiful.

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

"Just like Master Xinji." Each child is full of ambition and expectations, but most of them cannot become alchemists and servants of God Iva, they can only be a helper in the alchemy workshop , grew up to become a skilled craftsman.

"I'm different. I'm going to take adventures in other places in the world in the future, and I'm going to find the place where fairies exist." Some children have different wishes.

"Fairies don't live in the human world, they live in the kingdom of the gods." A child retorted immediately.

"I heard from the Suinhall people who came here a few days ago. They said that there is a goblin in the Sunrise Mountains. It is a holy spirit with magical power, and its name is Meryl." People of this era The cognition of the world always comes from other people, and most of them have never left their hometowns in their lives.

And the stories brought by caravans and wandering musicians traveling north and south will always spread quickly.

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

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

There are even more exquisite patterns on the outer wall of the temple, most of which are patterns of the Cup of Desire, the Cup of the Sun, boats and alchemy creations.

It is closely related to the origin and power of God 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 are used to store items sacrificed to the gods, and some are places where priests live.

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

The only person who can really meet God Iwa is Xinji.

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

It is said.

The **** Iva is up there.

The road in front of the temple is paved with white stones with patterns, and tall and lush trees are planted on both sides of the road. The group of children walked around this sacred road. When they saw that the sun was about to set, they went Hastily followed the road back.

"not good."

"Master Alchemist said you have to go back before dark, and you will be punished if you go back late."

"Run!"

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

can be seen.

The whole city of lights is completely different from what it used to be. The city is full of rich technology and artistic atmosphere.

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

And passers-by walking on the road, many are wearing common clothes, even gorgeous dresses.

This also shows the prosperity of the city, and it also reflects that they have etiquette.

Most of the people living in the city today are craftsmen, craftsmen, and merchants who came from the Beast Plain and Suinhall.

And all this changes.

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

Over the years, people have successively become priests of the Iva God, and have become members of the guardian temple and the worship of the gods.

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

Some people turn the jealousy in their hearts into a flame that can burn up all kinds of impurities.

Turn the love in people's hearts into flames, and the flames can melt many kinds of metals together.

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

The desires and emotions of the alchemists are combined with the real creations, and by offering all they have to the gods, they can obtain the lamps of their divine deeds. This is the fundamental power they possess only by signing a contract with the gods, and the alchemy props that belong to their destiny .

And in the last ten years.

There are also alchemists who accidentally discovered that if the power of emotions is extracted from the body, by consuming part of their own power, they can create alchemy props that are completely different from the lamp of the divine deed, a general alchemy that other powerful people and even ordinary people can use props.

Some can unleash lightning, some can conjure winds, and some can confuse people.

Each of these alchemy props is extremely precious, and alchemists will not easily consume their own strength to refine, and most of them are used as their trump cards after refining.

In the city of lights.

The power of an alchemist is from the first-level to the third-level power, and they are called servant alchemists, lower-level alchemists, and upper-level alchemists.

The lamp of the divine contract of the servant alchemist is only integrated into the alchemist's desire, and its effect can only interfere with himself.

The Lamp of the Divine Deed of the next alchemist has been integrated into the spirit of the alchemist and can interfere with reality. Only at this point can they be regarded as real alchemists; they can build alchemy workshops according to their strength, and create various 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 gods, they are still classified as miracle props, divine props, and life props.

The lamp of the divine deed of a high-ranking alchemist is integrated into the consciousness of the alchemist, and can condense the spirit of the lamp.

At present, only Xinji has reached this state.

The power used by alchemists is different from the power of miracles. The reason why the power of miracles is called the power of miracles is that it is completely beyond the comprehension of mortals. This kind of power can create almost everything you want.

And the power of an alchemist can only create magical props.

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 been divided into two schools.

One of them is the 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 very few alchemists at present, and the gold utensils they smelt can only be supplied to merchants in the city and from afar with Suinhor for trade.

The second type is the alchemist who also refines the medicine powder for healing wounds and diseases, and Xinji is the most powerful alchemist in this regard.

The rudiments of technologies such as alchemy and medicine are gradually taking shape in this city, and then beautiful flowers will be bred in the future.

In the Elders' Council Hall in the City of Lights.

Delicate and ornate golden lamps were lit, illuminating the hall.

The four sides of the hall depict the legendary sea of ​​sun flowers, 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 sea of ​​stars, a man in a silver smock rowed a boat, closely following in the footsteps of the goddess.

The members of the group of elders sat in a circle around them, and the leader was Great Elder Xinji.

Decades have passed, not only did Great Elder Xinji not grow old, he even looked younger.

But this is also because Xinji looked old just because of his primitive life, but now that he has gained power and the golden lamp, it is naturally different.

"today."

"King Smerkel of the city-state of Suinhall sent us a letter, hoping to conduct direct trade with us, and even invited our alchemist to go to the city of fire protection."

"What do you all think?"

Singh asked everyone's opinions, and the elders talked a lot.

"I agree that the city-state of Suinhall has a large population and a vast land. If our things can be sold there, we will definitely get a lot of wealth." Someone agreed. The alchemy workshop under his name passed lights and independent Some methods smelt and refine metals, and then craftsmen carve and manufacture exquisite gold and silverware. If they can be sold to Suinhor, it must be a big profit.

"I disagree. Suinhall has been selling cloth, clothes, oil, and food to us these years. Those Suinhall merchants are greedy and vulgar, and have robbed us of a lot of wealth." Someone immediately expressed objection, as a Conservatives dislike these outsiders very much.

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

People in the hall debated endlessly, and finally the Great Elder Xinji proposed.

"Send someone to take a look first, and talk about it after meeting Queen Smerkel."

Everyone voted and finally decided.

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

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

After Xinji finished the discussion of the elders, he came to the temple.

He walked through the hall, through the corridor.

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 out of the temple.

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

But Xinji knew that the gods were on the sacred tree, so he went directly to the tree and prostrated himself on the ground.

Singh talked about what was discussed in the elders' meeting room today, and also mentioned the letter from King Smerkel.

Although he didn't ask the god's opinion directly, he just narrated.

But it's obvious.

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

On the white tree, Iva stared at Xinji.

"Why are you asking me?"

Xinji told the god: "Because King Smerkel is your favored person."

Iva said: "The people I care about, that's my business."

"I like him, and I can give him what I want directly."

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

But Xinji didn’t think so: “But everything we have is given by you.”

But Iva said: "I give everything to you, so you are my servant."

"But this city was created by countless people. Their efforts and wisdom are not given by me."

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

"I gave you a rich life, and you offer your prayers to the great dream master. This is a fair deal."

"Other than that, I don't need you to do anything else."

Xinji regards Iva as a god, and Iva only treats it all as a transaction.

He didn't really realize himself as a god.

He understands what belief is, but he doesn't understand why belief makes people crazy.

Whenever he sat on the tree and watched thousands of people below bowing towards him, he shouted frantically.

Always look surprised.

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

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

Xinji also vaguely understood that the time of God Iva's stay in the world may not be long.

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

He is always sitting on the tree looking towards the sunrise mountains, looking at the sky.

Maybe it's because he misses the sea of ​​stars, and the days when he was in the kingdom of gods to lead the dreams of the dead.

Singh finally couldn't help but said.

"God!"

"You have given us so much, and we have done nothing for you."

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

Xinji said: "Those are just some trivial things, my master, Iva God who rules desires!"

"What else can we do for you?"

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

He recalled the night of the bonfire in the forest, when Smerkel, who was still a prince, played the harp and sang poems praising King Alpens.

And Ivar himself told a story about himself.

A story between two brothers, Henir and Welsh.

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

Singh heard the term book for the first time, and paper had not yet appeared in this world.

The carriers of most snake people's recorded texts are still clay tablets and wooden boards.

A few people use special leather and cloth scrolls as carriers for writing, but that is expensive.

"Book?"

"What is a book?"

Iva said: "It is something that records words."

Xinji thought that God Iva needed a poem praising him, so he quickly agreed.

"God."

"I must invite the best poets and musicians in the world and let them compose the most beautiful music and the most magnificent chapters."

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

Singh was at a loss, how could he compose poetry?

Ivar told Xinji: "Because, what I want is not poetry, but a story."

"but me."

"It's the storyteller."

Xinji's heart was agitated.

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

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

Xin Ji saluted respectfully: "It is the greatest honor to be your servant to hear the stories of the gods and record the holy words of the gods."

"The name of the story is called," Ivar said.

"Fairy Tale of a Fairy."

Xinji immediately understood that this was a story about a holy spirit like a goblin, and it must be related to the great master of dreams.

Ivar first told the story of the fairy Polo.

"The goblin yearns for the outside world. Although he lives in the garden of the gods and is favored by the gods, he still yearns for the free sky outside."

"One day, he spoke to God."

"God, let me taste the most beautiful food and smell the most beautiful fragrance of flowers instead of you."

"Feel the wind on the mountains, feel the waves in the sea, and listen to the journeys and interesting stories of strangers from afar."

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

God's word broke the goblin's little thought: "You just want to run out to play!"

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

None of the goblins in the story were named, and the Sanye people were just replaced by mortals.

Xinji used a wooden knife to quickly record the stories told by the gods on clay tablets, one clay tablet after another was placed aside, filling the ground in the blink of an eye.

Immediately afterwards, Ivar began to tell the second story.

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

It also depicts the redemption of the saints and the birth of the fantasy star sea.

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

The story is full of innocence.

"The goblin left the kingdom of gods in a hot air balloon, seeking the best wishes in the world."

"..."

The story has been told from night to dawn.

The last story is about the fairy Simila and her troupe.

When the story was finished, Xinji finally understood what kind of existence a goblin is.

The titles of the Creator's darling, the holy spirit, and the most beautiful divine creation became real in an instant.

Xin Ji raised his head, looking at the lush leaves and the looming sacred shadow high above.

But my mind flew to the distant kingdom of God.

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

"I must speak to these beautiful holy spirits."

After finishing speaking, Xinji felt ridiculous again.

He is just a humble mortal, how can he reach the Sunflower Sea of ​​the Creator.

After Ivar finished telling the story of the goblin, the sky began to turn white.

He looked down at the large number of clay tablets, and suddenly shook his head.

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

Xin Ji said: "But God, this is the easiest and most convenient way to obtain it."

Ivar told Singh: "Exactly."

"In exchange for your help in delivering these stories, I give you something."

Ivar stepped down from the tall white tree.

The sun rises slowly in the sky, and the white trees are symbols of holiness and purity.

The great **** touched the servant Xinji's forehead, giving him guidance and gifts.

Some of the messages went straight into the depths of Singhi's ritual, through the force of the Empowerment.

Xinji immediately knew what God Iva bestowed upon him, and also knew what the true meaning of the book was.

"Papermaking."

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

at last.

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

Singh just woke up.

Xinji was pleasantly surprised by the gift of the gods, and also understood what the appearance of this kind of thing represented.

Such a convenient carrier and thing for recording words was something he had never thought of before.

This is the creation of the gods.

It is God's guidance to mortals, and God Iva's favor to them.

However, to Iva, this kind of thing is not unusual at all, and there are many such creations in the kingdom of fairies.

Iva just made another deal with his believers. He gave the papermaking technology that he thought was not too precious to Xin Ji and the City of Lights, and then asked them to write a book for him to spread the fairy tales to the world. above.

But for mortals, this is a miracle that changes the fate of all people, as well as the future of their race.

The moment Xinji woke up, his eyes searched 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 the goblin."

"I'm just a narrator of it."

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

"Benevolent God Iva!"

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

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In an alchemy workshop in the City of Lights, Xinji and several alchemists stayed up all night, guiding the craftsmen in their operations, and even went into battle in person.

"faster."

"Done yet?"

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

In the yard, everyone is eager to see through.

The first piece of paper in the wooden frame appeared, and the craftsman lifted it up carefully, and showed it in front of Xinji.

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

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

Even Great Elder Xinji couldn't hide his inner joy.

"Paper."

"This is what God called paper."

Xin Guitar carefully laid out the paper, and wrote the words of the snake man on it.

Whether it is writing or collecting, it is unimaginably simple and light.

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

There is no need for it to be the same as usual, every time I write a word, I feel like money is burning.

Written on the paper: "City of Lights."

Xinji held up these words and told everyone.

"We are all lights of the gods."

"It is God who ignites us and guides our way forward."

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

A piece of paper was produced from the alchemy workshop and fell into the city of lights.

Eventually they will spread to the whole world.

Singh's room was full of clay tablets, and he transcribed them bit by bit with a tube pen corresponding to the words on the clay tablets.

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

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Singh stamped the name of the story given by the **** on the cover of the leather case.

"Fairy Tale of a Fairy."

This is the world's first story on paper, which is different from the long stories of poetry.

It is also the first fairy tale.

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

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

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

It makes the transfer of technology and knowledge no longer difficult, and it makes civilization no longer a memory passed down by word of mouth, nor the vicissitudes engraved on stone tablets.

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

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