A storage wonderland.

The golden sun shines on the golden beach, even the waves of the sea are golden, and the 100-meter-high flower trees glow with brilliant rainbows under the sun.

Everything is telling others that this place does not belong to the world.

This is wonderland.

The wheelchair of the puppet Oran rolled slowly along the **** to the rainbow tree. It looked at the tree hole of the rainbow tree, waited for a while, and finally the wheelchair slid away again.

The next day, it came again.

Sometimes it comes by itself, sometimes San Raphael pushes it.

It had been waiting for Tut to write back to it, but the letter never came.

"Why didn't you come?"

"Have you forgotten?"

San Rafael didn't think too much: "Old Tut must be very busy, there are many things to do."

Oran the puppet made fun of him: "He must be so confused that he forgets to answer my letters."

Oran the puppet decided to write another letter to Old Tut, asking how he was doing recently and how his textile machine workshop was doing. .

"Send another letter!"

The puppet Oran wrote a letter and threw it into the tree hole of the rainbow tree. Although the rainbow tree in the storage fairyland is not used to send and receive letters, it also has such a function.

The letter is sent to the stationery wonderland, and then thrown into the distance.

But this letter could not find its destination.

finally.

was sent back.

Under the rainbow tree, the puppet Oran lying in a wheelchair couldn't help but reached out and grabbed the letter.

Looking at the letter that had not been opened at all, he looked at San Rafael.

"The letter was not delivered, but returned?"

"What means?"

San Rafael looked at the letter and didn't speak.

As a family of dreams.

Messenger of the gods.

No one can understand better than them what it means for a letter not to be delivered.

San Rafael dared not speak to the doll Oran, but could only say: "The messenger did not find Old Tut!"

Oran the puppet then asked, "What does it mean that Tut was not found?"

San Rafael's sobbing voice finally couldn't help saying: "He is dead."

Puppet Oran: "Dead?"

The sobbing of the forest fairy grew louder. Unlike Oran the puppet, she had a short understanding of death.

She never learned to say goodbye to life.

"The living life will be directly connected to the root, and it is impossible for the messenger on duty in the Creator God's Kingdom to miss it."

"As long as the person is still alive, the letter will not be returned."

"I will always wait for the other party's acceptance."

"He may have turned into a lamp spirit and entered the kingdom of the **** of alchemy and desire, or it is possible that the dream of life has not yet entered the fantasy star sea."

after death.

You can choose to go to the country where you believe in gods, and your gods will come to pick you up.

You can also choose to enter the fantasy star sea.

That is the destination that the Creator has placed for ordinary sentient beings and civilization.

Of course, there is also a possibility that even the dream of life has been shattered, and he has not been able to enter the fantasy star sea.

Ordinary people are incapable of doing this kind of thing, and it is difficult for powerful people below the myth to destroy the law and leave others' dreams of life. Only the powerful can do this kind of thing themselves.

but.

Who will destroy the dream of their own life?

The puppet Oran looked at San Rafael, and there was no emotion in the gem-studded eyes.

Then he turned his head mechanically and looked at the tree hole again, without speaking.

San Rafael finally couldn't help it, and burst into tears.

"he left."

"And then never come back."

San Raphael has long understood that the farewell of a mortal is completely different from the farewell of a fairy in the forest.

she knows.

The goodbye that mortals say is the last farewell.

When we can meet again.

People usually don't say goodbye easily.

But this farewell farewell came too soon.

As if turning around and waving goodbye, the figure of that person has disappeared into the sunlight.

Can no longer be seen.

The puppet Oran took his letter and quietly returned to the White Tower of Exile.

It walked into the hut where Old Tut used to live and turned around again and again, often stopping in front of the stairs where Old Tut blocked him several times.

It came to the Tarling School at an early age.

It is a genius of the Tower Spirit School, and has become a Tier 3 authority at a young age.

It is very similar to the teacher, eager and pursuing the so-called Taling mystery.

The only difference is.

The teacher is very old, but it was very young at that time; the teacher has not much time, but it still has a lot of time to pursue the secrets of Tarin.

A great goal is usually accompanied by the accumulation of several generations, and the unit is a hundred years.

Most people are just tower builders.

It is impossible to become a star picker.

People always say that opportunities are left to the younger generations, but who doesn't want to be the one who picks up the stars.

The teacher is too anxious, he doesn't want to wait, waiting for the future that he can't see.

What he wants is a future that he can grasp immediately.

He wanted to be the one who picked up the stars himself.

The puppet Oran witnessed the establishment of this white tower with his own eyes. This tower was built for the pursuit of the meaning of the tower spirit, and for their dreams.

And finally.

But it has become their death tomb, and also the tomb of their dreams.

It has thought many times, if it was a teacher at that time, how would it choose.

"Will I choose to be the one who laid the foundation?"

"Or do you want to become a star picker at all costs?"

It once acquiesced to the teacher's experiment, at least without explicit refusal.

at that moment.

The answer has already appeared.

It got up from the wheelchair and stood under the white tower.

For the first time, it saw itself so clearly.

It saw its teacher as well as its own shadow. The two of them were facing each other, with the white tower and the hovering evil spirit behind them.

Oran the puppet held out his hand.

Touching the shadow standing with the teacher in its eyes.

"I didn't make a mistake."

"I'm guilty."

"Old Tutt is right. I am guilty. I am the same person as the teacher."

"I am as unwilling to be the founder as he is. We just want to be the most dazzling person in the world, the winner of the stars."

"We are not dreaming for everyone, and we are not pursuing the mysteries of the generation after generation for the Taling School."

"us…"

"Just for my dream, just for the most shining self."

"For this, we blind ourselves, and we try to take impossible shortcuts."

The puppet Olan admitted for the first time that he and the teacher had committed the same crime, and faced his heart squarely.

Finally, it lowered its head and said.

"Tut!"

"I'm sorry."

The puppet came to the forest fairy.

tell her.

"I'm leaving."

San Rafael was not surprised, she seemed to know Oran would come.

But she disagrees.

In her eyes, Oran the doll would be like Tut,

leave.

Then never come back.

St. Raphael, the fairy in the forest, finds various reasons and tells the puppet Oran that it should not leave here, but should stay here.

"Olan!"

"You can't even walk, and every minute you move will make Elena's heart erode you more, and eventually turn you into a real puppet."

"A doll that can't talk."

"It's too dangerous out there, and I shouldn't have let Tut go."

San Rafael bit his lip: "He left us, really left us."

St. Raphael regretted it very much. She felt that she let Tut leave, and Tut died because of it.

she thought.

If Tut stayed in the Storage Wonderland, they could live happily ever after.

Oran the puppet: "Isn't the life of a mortal like this?"

"Birth, growth, aging."

"A little bit eroded by the years."

"at last."

"Death."

"Whether it is eroded by the years or eroded by the power of Elena's heart, it is actually the same."

Oran the puppet told the wood nymph.

As a mortal, as an ordinary snake man.

"Master San Rafael."

"You are a fairy in the forest and the messenger of the gods. In your eyes, life is a long river with no end in sight, and beside you are the gods who are indelible through time."

"But we are not."

The puppet Olan looked at the rainbow tree, and watched the petals of the rainbow tree fall and blow into the sea: "The life in our eyes is the flowers and leaves on the tree."

"It's born on a tree, but eventually it falls."

"Floating with the wind, falling into the dust."

"Covered with dirt."

"Ablation Corrosion."

"Return to the nutrients of the tree."

The doll Oran stands in front of the nymph in the forest. It wants to show a smile and tell mortals that birth and death are just a normal part of life.

Tell San Rafael not to care, let her let herself go.

But the steel face made it unable to convey any emotion, and even the voice was cold.

"This is my destiny."

"The fate of a mortal."

"Compared to death, isn't it a romantic thing to become a real puppet?"

"Maybe at that time I can truly return to your side, become a real puppet, and sit by your side forever."

San Rafael shook his head immediately after hearing what Oran said.

She yelled at Oran unacceptably.

"No!"

"I don't want you to say that."

"I don't want you like that, I don't want a doll like that."

San Rafael was angry and sad.

"I do not miss you…"

"Become a puppet like that."

San Rafael looked at her doll, with a sad expression on her face, she said while holding back her tears.

"That's not my doll."

Doll Oran: "What's the difference between letting me stay and making me a real doll?"

San Rafael asked it, "May I go with you?"

The puppet Oran has gone through the kingdom of the two gods and heard many rumors about the gods, secrets that should not be known by mortals.

The fairies in the forest were born with the mission entrusted by the master of dreams, and they can only be

It is the messenger of the gods.

When they have no mission, they are no longer God's messengers.

No longer high above.

The puppet Oran rejected her: "You can't give up your mission, this storage wonderland is your dream, what you want to do."

"You paid so much for being here."

"You shouldn't give up these things for me."

The puppet Oran stretched out his hand, trying to comfort San Raphael.

But in the end, he let go.

it says.

"You are the messenger of the gods, you have your mission and responsibilities."

"When you start to intervene in the disputes of the world, you are no longer the messenger of the gods."

San Rafael looked at the puppet Oran, and she understood that she could no longer prevent Oran from leaving.

She actually knew San Rafael a long time ago, but she didn't know that the separation came so suddenly.

San Rafael couldn't help but shed tears.

Oran the puppet told San Rafael: "When we mortals leave, we say goodbye with a smile."

"and."

"When you smile, it is the most beautiful scenery in the world I have ever seen."

San Rafael couldn't help laughing when he heard the puppet Oran say that.

The snot and tears stayed together, which looked a little funny.

She was sad, but what Oran said made her a little happy.

then.

She just laughed and cried, looking at the doll Oran.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and finally San Rafael asked it: "Are we still friends?"

Doll Oran: "Of course!"

San Rafael: "Forever?"

Doll Oran: "Of course."

San Rafael walked up to the puppet Oran, hugged it gently, and then stretched out his hand to aim at the heart of the puppet Oran.

The colored light flowed into the heart of the puppet Oran, and turned into a polygonal barrier, binding the border of the heart.

"I asked my friend to see the Cup of God."

"Olan!"

"You are not above the item sequence of the Cup of God."

"The reason why you didn't fall into madness is because you haven't become a prop, and your origin hasn't been eroded; it may be because a certain threshold has been set on Elena's heart, and only those who have reached this threshold can truly Fuse its power, and you're not really recognized by her."

"However, I can't help you restore it to the original state. I am a creature of dreams, and I don't know much about creatures of wisdom blood."

"The power of the dream is the power of the domain, and I can help you seal it up."

"As long as you don't break the seal, it won't attack you again"

"but."

"You can't easily use the power of Elena's heart, you can only use the remaining part of your power."

"Once you break the seal, the erosion will start again immediately, and even accelerate."

The puppet Oran looked at the colorful light on the heart, as if he saw San Rafael protecting him.

"thank you."

"Master San Rafael."

"I feel so much better like you've been holding my fragile heart from exploding."

This description made San Rafael burst into laughter: "Just call me San Rafael."

The puppet Oran can finally stand up and walk freely.

It had donned the alchemist's robes and a peaked hat, and San Raphael had gifted him a pair of boots and gloves, which looked perfectly fitting.

When parting, it said to San Rafael.

"Old Tut gave you a music box, but after thinking about it for a long time, I don't know what I should give you."

"Because everything I own is given to me by you."

"Including this wheelchair."

Even Oran himself is a doll of San Rafael.

San Rafael looked at the wheelchair where she had been pushing the doll Oran around, and suddenly remembered those old days.

She once used it to take the doll Oran all the way down the high tower, and then ran crookedly on the trail, bumping the doll so that it kept bouncing.

Those scenes have become the past.

Thinking of the laughter of the past now makes people feel uncomfortable.

Because you are about to lose it.

San Rafael held the back of the wheelchair, as if he was still pushing Oran.

She said to the doll Oran.

"I keep the wheelchair."

"I'll keep it forever."

She said it again: "Forever."

The puppet Olan used to be a genius alchemist, but geniuses have always been withdrawn, and it is just as strict with words.

The more this time, the less I know how to express myself.

"Thanks!"

"Thank you for your continued care, San Rafael."

San Rafael: "I don't like you thanking me, that makes me feel rusty."

Oran the puppet doesn't know how to speak.

Like San Rafael's strange farewell, it doesn't know how to say goodbye to people.

The puppet stood by the sea, looking at the boundless sea.

As the door of the storage fairyland opened, he saw the sunrise seabed coastline in the distance, the bustling and busy human world.

Oran knew that it was time to leave, but when he really wanted to leave, he had a dazed expression on his face.

It has been out of this world for too long.

The outside world was no longer the world it was familiar with.

Exiling the White Tower and this isolated island imprisoned it for too long, and even made it used to the life of captivity, treating this place as a world and everything.

When you have lost your freedom for too long, you start to fear freedom.

The doll Oran stood by the sea for a long time.

But finally.

It still walked away.

San Rafael watched the puppet Oran leave, pass through the illusory gate of fairyland, and disappear above the sea.

Now.

Now she is the only one left in the entire storage fairyland, and there are a group of storage spirits.

San Rafael waited until the door was completely closed, and all the ripples were calmed down.

Pushing the wheelchair alone, he slowly returned to the White Pagoda.

She pushed the wheelchair around the ramp outside the White Tower, but tears kept dripping down.

As she pushed, she wiped her eyes with her hands.

If normal.

She will definitely cry aloud, wanting to let everyone know her sadness, her happiness, and her mood.

She never hides it.

But when she was alone, she found that she was only sad.

She activated a storage compartment of her own and watched it open.

Then.

Pushed the wheelchair in and watched it close.

"Buzz~"

In the storage compartment, there is a wheelchair and a small wooden box.

Looking at these two things, looking at the densely packed storage grids, looking at the things that everyone puts here.

San Rafael finally understood his duty.

She is a storage fairy.

She used to think that after becoming a storage fairy, she would be able to own all the treasures in the world.

She felt that she was the richest person in the world and the most envied person in the world.

But she suddenly understood at this moment.

Not all things are enough to be called treasures, and the treasures owned by each person are completely different.

A real gem.

Not because of its preciousness, nor just because of its rarity, but because of the special meanings carried on it.

Not reproducible.

Not copyable.

And she can completely keep those past, those memories.

Every item stored here is a treasure, precious or not.

golden city.

The puppet Oran came here after walking for several days, because its appearance was so special that it had to avoid crowds on the way.

It got on a trailer carrying wood, and the pack beast pulled the cart into the Golden City calmly.

People come and go on the street.

Oran couldn't help lowering the brim of his hat on the car, carefully looking at the scene of the city through the gaps between the planks.

It uses its own eyes to search for traces that can be matched in its own memory.

It cannot describe its own mood.

With anticipation, with anxiety.

After all, the Land of the Rising Sun does not yet have the term "close to homeland".

Decades have passed.

The Golden City has many past shadows, but in the eyes of the puppet Oran, there are more changes.

This is a city where he lived from childhood to adulthood, and it is a city that is completely unfamiliar now.

at last.

It found a place called the Tut Textile Machine Construction Workshop, and the entire workshop was in chaos at the moment.

It can be seen that many people are arguing, and the craftsmen are at a loss.

"Have you found a teacher yet?"

"Did anyone see the teacher last? No one over at the temple either?"

"What about the workshop?"

"The teacher is gone, you just think about the workshop."

"Moorman, this is the teacher's hard work. How could we just watch it fail like this, and what about the water conservancy spinning machine? Can it still be built?"

"Alsmer, I think you are..."

Several servant alchemists who had just been empowered and hadn't even mastered the first divine technique were arguing so loudly that they were on the verge of fighting.

The workers in the workshop quickly held them back, but it could be seen that the atmosphere was very tense.

at this time.

A person walked out of the gate and came into the workshop.

This person immediately attracted everyone's attention, and even many people's eyes widened.

Because this person has no tail and wears a pair of black leather boots.

A young man came up: "Who are you?"

The man raised his head: "My name is Oran."

There turned out to be a metal face under the peaked hat, which frightened the people present enough.

Many snake artisans retreated again and again.

"What's this?"

"Iron...iron...iron man."

"Puppet?"

"How can a puppet talk?"

But some other people suddenly felt that the name of Oran was very familiar, and after a long time, they immediately realized that this was the close friend that Old Tut was talking about.

A powerful alchemist of the Taling school.

A young man named Alsmo stepped forward and asked suspiciously, "Mr. Oran?"

He repeated again: "Mr. Oran of the Talling school?"

The puppet walked up to him: "You know me?"

Alsmo nodded: "I heard the teacher talk about you."

The puppet looked Alsmo up and down: "Are you Tut's student?"

Alsmo glanced at the people around him: "Not only me, but also Moorman, Gu'an, and Stia."

Although the appearance of the puppet Oran is a bit strange, according to Tut, the one in front of him is an alchemist with the power of an apostle.

It is not surprising that such a powerful existence has such a strange appearance.

And in the legend, shouldn't those apostles have the form of a god?

This is just right.

Puppet Oran: "What are you doing? What happened recently?"

"I haven't heard from Tut for a long time, and I sense that something may be wrong."

"That's why I came here to look for him."

Several Tute students reacted immediately, told the craftsmen in the workshop not to talk nonsense, and then took Oran into the back, and then detailed what happened recently.

Under the narration of several Tut students, the puppet Oran finally knew what happened recently.

How Tutt established this workshop, how Tutt led the students to manufacture the spinning machine and loom, and how it won great success and repercussions.

Then the students even talked about the water conservancy spinning machine, but the machine is not here, so they can only talk about it with the drawings.

The puppet did not expect that Old Tut had already accepted so many students so soon.

Looking at these chattering young people with hope and motivation in their eyes, Oran couldn't help but think of Tut and himself.

The tower spirit school that was once destroyed seems to have reappeared here.

"so."

"You don't know where Tut went?"

Several students glanced at each other, then shook their heads.

"No one saw him again?"

The students still shook their heads, Tut disappeared too suddenly, without any warning, without any clues.

Alsmer: "Mr. Oran, don't you know where Teacher Tut has gone?"

"Is it possible that he has gone to you?"

Another student, Mooreman, was very worried: "Is the teacher not in danger?"

A student named Gu'an was particularly anxious: "We must find the teacher. Without the teacher, the entire Tut textile machine manufacturing workshop will be finished. The business that the teacher has worked so hard to start will be in vain."

The puppet Oran looked into the eyes of these students and knew that they really didn't know what happened.

They thought that Tut had just left suddenly because of something, and they didn't know that Tut was dead.

In the end, it can only say.

"Do not worry!"

"Since I'm here, you don't have to worry."

"I'll take care of the rest."

Tut's students felt at ease and invited Oran to live in their home.

But Oran stayed, and it wanted to take a look at the workshop Tut had built.

It didn't tell the students the fact that Tut was probably dead, maybe it was unwilling to say such a cruel thing, or it couldn't accept it, so it had a glimmer of hope.

He wandered around in the workshop that had been shut down, looking at the finished wooden spinning machines and looms manufactured one after another.

As it walked, it read a passage of Tut's words that the students had just said.

"Everyone knows to look up and look at the stars in the sky."

"They all want to have wings, to fly with the wind."

"But no one bowed their heads and built the ladder to the sky."

"Because building a ladder is too troublesome and takes too long, it may not be possible to build this ladder until I die."

"only."

"Not everyone can grow wings, and the wind doesn't come every moment."

"The gifted people who grow wings will eventually turn into legends and disappear in history, which cannot be repeated; the lucky ones who fly against the wind will eventually end as the wind stops, and no one cares about them."

"They changed only themselves, not the world."

"But as long as we have a ladder leading to the sky, it's like the ancient snake man built a tower to reach the sky in the city of life."

"We will each ascend to the sky and touch the stars."

"That time period."

"Everyone can grow wings, and everyone can fly with the wind."

The students said that when Tut finally left, he said he was going to send himself a letter.

He didn't know if there was any such passage in the letter, but he thought there must be, for it was not only about Tut, but also about Oran.

And the whole Tarling school.

At last it stopped in front of the first spinning and loom Tut wove.

The two machines were placed on the highest table, and it was obvious that they were not for sale.

The puppet is close to this somewhat bulky and sturdy machine, which looks much rougher than the later streamlined machine.

It is engraved with densely packed small characters on the front.

"Tutt, Moorman, Gu'an, Alsmer..."

That is the list of craftsmen who made this loom.

Finally, it stopped at one sentence.

"This is the first ladder leading to the sky, and the first cornerstone of Tongtian Tower."

The puppet Oran also fully understood what Tut wanted to do, and Tut's intention to build this workshop.

The puppet Oran couldn't help saying: "Tut!"

"You are the real hero, and you are the one who truly has dreams."

"You are the real one, the alchemist who pursues the secrets of the Taling."

At this moment, the sky has gradually darkened.

And suddenly, for no apparent reason, a light came on in Tut's loom-making workshop.

The light just illuminated the two machines.

Under the lamplight, the dust is like gold threads, and the words on the wood are clearly visible, and even vaguely feel like there are gold patterns.

A figure appeared in the light, standing behind the machine.

The puppet Oran looked over.

The other party was just standing outside the light, and it couldn't see the other party's appearance clearly no matter how it looked.

The other party took off the lamp and held it in his hand.

The light overflowed, illuminating the entire textile machine manufacturing workshop.

The whole workshop seems to become an ocean of light.

However, the light still couldn't illuminate the other party's shadow. At this moment, the other party seemed to be completely integrated into the light, turning into a light and shadow.

The puppet stood under the stage without speaking.

It didn't even ask who the other party was, it just stared at the other party closely.

The palm of Guanghua figure brushed over the wooden machine, his fingertips brushed over the names on it, and the last sentence.

"do you know?"

"In addition to magical props, which you call alchemy props, there is also a kind of dream power props called miracle props in the world."

"The appearance of the first miracle prop appeared in order to understand the truth and knowledge of this world."

"Each piece represents life's search for truth."

"Whenever the descendants of the King of Wisdom take a big step on the road of truth, there will be miracles."

"In the era when the supreme **** still walked on the earth, in the era when the gods walked with people, and in the era when mortals lived at the foot of the pyramid temple."

"It's just that this **** is not the **** you imagined; this eldest son is not as simple as the eldest son you imagined."

"And those gifts are now gone."

"Gods no longer appear in the world, and mortals no longer even remember their names."

"Otherwise, if you create such a thing, you will receive God's gift immediately."

"pity."

"This is the preference of the Supreme God for the descendants of his eldest son."

The actinic figure raised his head and said to the doll Oran.

There was infinite sigh in the voice.

"Clover people."

"The eldest son of the gods."

It seems that Guanghua Renying is very emotional about the lineage of the eldest son of God, perhaps because of his own past and its inextricable relationship.

The puppet Oran remembered something, the mural he saw in the Kingdom of Blood.

The beginning of the myth.

The source of all things.

"Eldest son of the Creator, King of Wisdom, Raedlich."

The mysterious man nodded: "It seems that you have learned a lot from the fairy in the forest."

Immediately afterwards, the other party looked at the chest of the puppet Oran.

Under the cover of the robe, the stone "heart" exudes light.

"Heart of Elena."

The other party read its name.

Guanghua figure said: "Give it up!"

"You can't bear the responsibility it bears."

"Elena is a disciple of the first-generation sage of truth Sunderan, and a close friend of the second-generation sage of truth Lan En."

"It doesn't matter if it's Asai, the **** of truth and knowledge, Vivien, the scarlet goddess, or Xiao, the evil **** of the abyss."

"They are all just the third-generation inheritors of the Temple of Truth."

The puppet Olan already knew Elena's amazing identity, but she didn't know such details before.

But Oran the puppet wants to know something else, something it cares about more.

"And what about those people from the past?"

"What about those people who used to be in the Temple of Truth, have most of them also become gods? Have they become ancient and eternal myths?"

The Guanghua figure told it: "It is precisely because they went on and on, that they created the road to truth and eternity."

"It is because of them that the current gods exist."

"It's only now."

After hearing this answer, the puppet Olan was suddenly relieved.

turn out to be.

It is the pursuit of those ancient seekers, the ancient sages from generation to generation, that have the gods today.

It was they who built the tower, and it was later.

Nowadays.

The man who picked up the stars.

The puppet Olan looked at his heart: "You said it bears a responsibility, what kind of responsibility is that?"

Photochemical figure: "The responsibility of a race."

The puppet Oran also lowered her head and touched her chest: "Is she a Sanye people? Does she want to do something for her race by projecting those ancient cities again and again?"

Guanghua figure shook his head at the puppet: "She is not a Sanye!"

"She comes from another ancient race."

"People of the Demon Abyss."

It was the first time for the puppet Oran to learn about this race, and it had always thought that Elena was one of the three leaf people.

What are the people of the Demon Abyss?

The puppet Oran looked bewildered.

It looked at the Guanghua figure, how could a person know so many secrets of the previous era, the secrets of the gods.

"Who are you?"

The puppet had a faint guess in his heart, but he didn't say it.

Guanghua figure didn't say anything, but left a copper-cased book on the spinning machine: "We will see each other again."

The puppet Oran watched the light disappear little by little, and the lamp was hung back in the corner.

It climbed up the high platform and got the copper-cased book.

This is not an ordinary book, it is actually an alchemy prop.

The puppet Oran looked at the text above: "Divine Grace!"

The puppet Oran raised his head, and it was basically confirmed now.

It sat on the spinning machine and looked at the whole workshop.

It has been thinking for a long time.

In the end it decided to stay.

It is not only to find the truth about the disappearance of old Tutt, but also to inherit the will left by Tutt and accomplish what Tutt failed to do.

"Everybody wants to be a star."

"I want, too."

"However, if this era requires me to be the founder~lightnovelpub.net~, then follow this mission!"

The puppet Olan looked to the other side, and another figure seemed to appear in its eyes.

"right!"

"Tut!"

Sky Miracle Garden.

The Golden Queen asked God Iva: "Is it the new apostle you have chosen?"

God Iva shook his head: "I don't know."

"I don't know which one I should choose, I just think it at least qualifies as a spark."

"As for whether it is a new apostle."

"It depends on the people in the land of the rising sun, who will choose to become the apostles of the new era and the myths of the new era!"

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