Chapter 71: 71 70 Heavenly Abandoned Capital

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By the ruins were scattered large quantities of thin, dirty white crystals. This is the remnants of the Daytime Crystal that opened this great city from the darkness of night. Once the Abandoned Capital of Heaven was called the Capital of Light, full of light, regardless of morning or night, and it dyed brightly even to the hearts of the people.

A symbol of such a capital, the Daily Heavenly Crystal pays not only darkness but even demons, making the capital a sanctuary. It had the characteristic of amplifying and accumulating light and opening it up when it was wrapped in the dark.

And these histories were discovered by insane players deciphering the countless pieces of literature left behind.

But now the glory of the day had no shadow to see, and the old crystal, which would have been used as a street lamp, had completely lost its light.

"From what I've seen, you seem to be able to use this place. Close to the woods, too. Shall I base this place?"

Looking for ruins in good condition that seemed to be available for the base, a row that had been intensively circling the wood-side compartment since reaching the heavenly abandoned capital finds a white and large building that would be suitable for its purpose.

A statue and a round sphere rolled over mimicking a decaying four-legged animal, about one head higher than the other ruins, and the center turned into a spire. There is no sign of a major collapse as far as the outside is concerned, and that is, as Gilberto put it, a place likely to be sufficiently available as a base.

The three of them step into the building to make sure it's inside.

There was a big space in the front. The marble benches in rows towards the back are lined up as if they were prayers, with what is the symbol of this building adorned at the end.

It's a giant statue made of crystals. Weathered and by the way collapsed gray conditioning and surrounded by the inner walls of the building as if they had no longer forgotten the colour, but only the statue glowed without smoking as it had been left from the world.

(no... isn't this a crystal temple?!?)

Seeing the statue in his hand like a giant crystal ball hoisted, Mira checks the map. As a result, it turns out that the present location is indeed a crystalline temple, which was also a destination. If it is an important building called the Temple, it is only natural that it is built sturdy.

Mira also thought about running errands like this, but that's what she can do whenever she bases this place. Mira wondered if she could make it to the nearby city in the night if she collected it and immediately left the abandoned capital of Heaven, but she wondered if she would chase it further up the stairs in Pegasus for more than six hours.

The errands here are easy to complete at any time. More than that, I am certainly interested in the incredible phenomenon that took place in the woods, which was Gilberto's purpose.

"Well, we've got a base, too. Shall we go check the scene?"

Gilberto says in a slightly more exalted voice than ever when he finishes looking around the temple and checking the right place. Even if the full investigation starts tomorrow, Gilberto can't hide the excitement beside the subject at first sight. Heinrich, the long-time dater, is already ready and waiting.

"No, are you leaving now?"

Mira was sitting in a near-field bench, exhaling to squeeze out a slow build-up of fatigue with Sweetberry ole in her mouth.

"Yeah, I'll just go and check a little and go home, but even if I leave now, I'll be home at sundown. I want to avoid going through the forest at night."

"Hmm, that's pretty far. So you want me to ride the garuda again? That's faster."

As soon as Mira said yes, the look on Gilberto and Heinrich's face cast a shadow. Carried like a prey, because I remember the day before.

"Uh, no. The forest here has a different ecosystem than the ground. I'm going to walk to check them out."

"Then let's not."

As a matter of fact, the forests adjacent to the abandoned capital of Heaven are surrounded by mountains and isolated from the outside world, undergoing a unique evolution. There are also a number of materials that can only be collected here. When Mira is convinced of the matter, she drinks up her sweet berry ole and lifts her hips out of her chair.

Gilberto and Heinrich leaked their unspoken breath.

After leaving the Crystal Temple for about thirty minutes, you go on through a city of loose shells with no sign of life on the part of man, you reach the edge of a forest that approaches you.

Clear winds drifting from the woods stroke their cheeks cold somewhere. The trees rubbing the blushing leaves seemed to whisper in a whisper as if they were neighbors even rumored.

"There must be no dangerous organisms here. Most carnivores are also small. But every once in a while, Fei Long shows up, so you need to be careful."

Gilberto steps into the woods trying to lead the way when he gives such a brief explanation.

The sunlight that plunges from the gaps in the periphery appears on the leaves of the trees, gleaming like the scales of a flock of fish. Only the voice of an organism with signs but no appearance disappears into the narrow woods when it springs up from the place. There was no place in the hands of men, and Mira and the others were scratching their way without a way.

"Is this salt crystal grass? I heard the story, but it's spectacular to see this many native. Oh, this unique speckle pattern, it's a spirit tree. The fruit is ripe. Excellent. It's a rare fruit that rarely gets on the market. It's a corner, so let's pick it on the way home."

Somewhere between the forest and the grass trees, one man was so hazy that he thought his personality had changed, he ran around the area.

The reason for turning down Garuda is not so much a lie, but Gilberto's mood continues to exalt once he enters the woods.

"Going home at sundown means considering this stopover, doesn't it?

"I didn't, I guess... When this happens, we don't try it the way we planned."

In such a mood, as they had left across the valley, the two stared at Gilberto climbing trees like monkeys.

An hour and a little after we split into the woods. Further into the back of the woods, you will catch a glimpse of the space that has been cleared behind the perimeter and far away. It was still Gilberto who reacted as quickly as possible to a slice of forest with a sudden green density that seemed pale and sumptuous.

"I see it. There!"

Gilberto no longer flies out with spinal reflexes. Mira and Heinrich gently flaunt their shoulders like trouble once they look at each other, chasing their smaller backs.

In the middle of the forest. When depressed and lush nature abruptly interrupted, a crater was clearly out of place.

"Well, is this what the earth eats? More than I ever imagined."

The puffiness and that is the unnaturally holes that truly creep through with a huge spoon, the earth of stripping clearly sees a formation like an annual wheel, and the bottom accumulates mud as if it were thin and precipitated.

As with previous phenomena, the hole was very large and about five hundred meters in diameter, and the far end of the hole appeared blurred as if the few whites mixed with the illuminating light were folded multiple times.

If we do not see this earth eater as a forceful destruction in itself, it will not appear to have been vandalized there, and we can see, as Gilberto put it, that this place must have been hit with a phenomenon very recently.

"That was worth it for getting here! It's still great to be able to do it. Full investigation starts tomorrow, but some will be available at the base. I'll get some samples. Wait for me!

Gilberto said so so so that he could curl and stand, he jumped off into that crater without hearing a response.

"Well, going home at sundown means taking this sample into account, right?

"Of course, it's unplanned"

Softly off his gaze from Gilberto, who sneezed around like a child with his little vial in his hand, he leaked a deep sigh of neither.

Mira and Heinrich, a little nervous, who guessed it would be longer from Gilberto's appearance, sat back on the edge of the crater and were interested in chatting.

The subject of the story is about herself, Mira speaks voluptuously of her setting as a disciple of the wise, and Heinrich now speaks confidently of her martial arts.

"By the way, your Lord is not the Rigid Swordsman inside. Did you learn that somewhere?

"Um, yeah. I went to the dojo of the kingdom of Yamato."

From the flow of such a story, Mira remembers Heinrich's moves seen on the stairs to the skies. He was familiar with the swordsmanship of the extravagant power that swept down his enemies in one swing.

"Yamato dojo... Does your lord know a man named Yamabuki?

"Of course I know. It would be the Yamabuki Norm of the Dojo of the Rokkawa One-Blade Stream of the Broken Mountain. He's an awkward master. Lord Mira, the magician, also knows that the boulder is Master Yamabuki"

(Hmm, I didn't expect to meet his apprentice like this. Something strange.)

When Mira smiles softly at Heinrich's answer, she thinks of her nostalgic friend.

A man named Yamabuki was a samurai who enjoyed what was commonly referred to as samurai training: naked consistency, a dungeon offense with one knife.

We met in a dungeon, and at that time Mira was also doing something close to the bondage of how far she could fight the Dark Knight as a whole, so from the drugged intimacy of that time, we were in a mood. They were also trying to figure out how far the two of us could take down the boss.

"You're still doing fine."

Mira squeaks to nostalgia with her gaze at some distance. His eyes also looked like a shade that worried people when he thought from others, and Heinrich stared at its side as if he had fallen in love.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting. Well, shall we go home before sundown?"

In such an irregular exchange of words, Gilberto, who had finished collecting samples, came up from the bottom of the crater with a dull look like a child given a toy.

Heinrich rises up and gently relaxes his body as if he could be driven away from Mira when he rushes away from his gaze at that voice.

"What a race of scholars and researchers, not just in the field."

"No, it's not easy. I'm careful, but all this is irrelevant."

"I don't mind. I didn't just get here on my own. And I don't hate races like your lords."

Gilberto doesn't look like he even reflected on apologizing in words. Mira reminds me of a tower researcher in such a way. There is a glimpse into the tireless exploratory minds of tower researchers, and Gilberto, such researchers and scholars, was somewhat alike.

Mira smiled as if she were a parent who tolerated the child's selfishness and did not dislike it.

"Lord Mira says so, but you should certainly look around a little more. Even if we leave before sundown, whether we can live up to it or not"

Look up at the sky, Heinrich says. If we threw our gaze into the sky so that both of us could be caught, it was slightly blue with a mixture of Zhu, and the clouds covering the low sky were exposed to the oblique yang, as if the earth of the exuberant Mars were there upside down.

"This is going to get twilight before we get there."

In fact, it is near sundown. Mira guides her through the totals when she peeks at Gilberto at the edge of her eyes, where there is no sound whatsoever.

"Then it's not my turn. Garuda..."

"But hurry home and you'll be fine. You won't have to bother Lord Mira."

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"Right. I remember the way home. If you go straight home, it shouldn't be."

You don't have to make it or die. The two names, who stepped on the idea that it would be more morally damaging to be transported as prey to Garuda than it would be, immediately suggest land routes and step into the woods with sogginess.

"It's not a hassle or anything."

Mira went after them when she was alone.

On the way home, a line spearheaded through the woods with Gilberto. Regrettably demonstrating his ability to be a botanist, Gilberto had grasped the directions to return with the trees of the woods that were unidentifiable to the amateur. There's no stopover I showed you when I went, and I keep walking without knowing I'm staying. And from time to time, the grass that is in progress is chopped into a bag, and the pebble is picked up and thrown on the tree to receive the fallen fruit.

"Tonight's dinner is gorgeous."

Gilberto keeps sampling without stopping. To such a woodwalking master, Mira said, "That's fun," throwing away the details and returning the words.

But in the end, by sundown, the two men were on their hips with a lantern, and Mira was moving on floating light spheres to scratch the darkness of the night.

Still, Gilberto keeps walking without hesitation or stray, finally through the black-sleeping woods.

The township of Heavenly Abandoned Capital changed its appearance and appearance when it saw it at noon, and the black sunken ruins seemed like the backs of a tired old man, with the moonlight only slightly connecting its contours.

But if you turn your gaze toward the sky, the starry sky sprinkles with beads on one side. It was as brilliant as a large city that looked far away, one light at a time as a turbulent street lamp, and it was as if the abandoned capital, when it was still prosperous, was rising to heaven and reflecting the past.

Upon arrival at the base crystal temple, there was zero blurry light from its entrance. It's warm enough to not rely on it lightly, but in the darkness it's going to fall.

The source of its light is a giant statue, a symbol of the temple. The statue is made of Hitachi crystals, the last remnants of the once light-filled abandoned capital.

"That's a meal first. I'll be ready. Just wait."

Gilberto lines up many of the weeds collected on the road with the rest of yesterday's meat and begins to take out cookware, saying so when he arrives at the temple. Heinrich had already begun to take care of his weapons by answering "OK".

Mira, who has nothing to do with it, now sits on a nearby bench and sticks her cheeks. When I closed my eyelids exhaling into the feeling of fatigue falling out so often, I heard a rainy sound from somewhere where the droplets could play.

Even though it was all that starry sky, that's what really came down even in the rain. Mira gets up and peeks out her face, and the humid, chilly, thirsty wind shakes its hair. Looking back at the two, Gilberto was polishing himself with a cloth in his hand as he was carving wild grass. Neither is a task that has anything to do with the sound you hear.

"Wow, can't you hear the water from somewhere?

Yes, when Mira asks, Gilberto stops the hand once and clears his ears.

"This sound is probably the fountain. I saw him over there when I looked around."

Gilberto presented a clear answer while pointing out the passage leading to another floor with the cutting-edge of the knife in his hand.

"Oh, the fountain."

By Gilberto's words, from behind Mira's memory, just a fragment emerges. I only visited it once at the event, and the contents of the event were to fetch "clean water" purified by light filled with crystalline temples. Since it was not such a serious event, Mira turned her gaze to her body when she remembered clearly what she had been told.

The black coat was slightly gray because of the dust, and the feet were painted on the soil for a long time. I walked around the woods overnight in a dungeon called the staircase to the sky, and I couldn't help but get thin and dirty.

Speaking of which, I didn't take a bath.

When I think about it in my own way, I don't like it as much as I like it pretty, but I decide to take a bath in the water if I don't settle for the boulder.

"Hmm, I'll be there in a minute"

That said Mira headed for Gilberto's indicated passage. Then at that time,

"No, where are you going at this hour?

Heinrich, obsessed with the knife and not listening to the story so far, reacts to Mira's words of coming.

"Apparently, there's a living fountain. There you go."

"Is it a fountain? Hmm, can you drink it?"

"Oh, we can drink. The quality of the water has been confirmed."

That's what Gilberto answered in response to Heinrich's words. Mira also remembered that clean water should have been available as cooking water, so there would be no mistake.

"Then would you also use it for cooking? Shall I suck it?"

"Oh, well, I asked for it"

When Heinrich says so, Gilberto throws over an empty pot. Heinrich takes the pan flying in a straight line, not a parabola, by holding onto the patterned area with one hand. Mira felt the length of the two sides' edges in their handing over.

Once out in the aisle, the light from the statue of the crystal did not arrive, and he proceeded to the sounds of water, illuminating the corridor like a serpent's loose shell with a light sphere by Mira's intangible technique.

And if you poke through the hallway, through the trail of doors that no longer make sense, you will arrive while there is a fountain. The fountain was circular and about three times its diameter was Mira's height. In the center stands a quadrangular cone tower with round balls, and the water boils to overflow from its top. The water, zero from the edge, was running down a small hole, passing through a trench stretched to circle, making a sound like a fish's voice.

The fountain shines as if it were lighting itself up, and the light that emanates from it mirrors the waves shaking there as if it were a slide. The fountain was overflowing with a different charm than the statue of the crystal.

"What an incredible place"

"That's right."

The two of them leak their voices into such a sight, like looking up at the sun from the bottom of the ocean.

"In the meantime, let's take it"

Heinrich makes sure to push the pan against the overflowing water of the fountain, even though he sees it in its calculated unnaturalness.

"It would be something like this"

Looking back at a pan filled with two-thirds of the water, Heinrich immediately loses the voice, the sound of the sound, removes the pan and rushes away from the half-naked girl.

"Hey, dude! Why are you taking it off?

Somehow the squeezed voice was completely up, and Heinrich, who was not immune to women, picked up the pot he dropped and kept his face covered.

"Whatever the reason. I'm here to take a bath, so what if I don't take it off?"

The awareness that she is a woman to others has not yet budged, and the indifferent Mira puts her hands on her underwear when she answers so pale.

"If that's the case, why don't you tell me first?!?

Couldn't stand the bewitching look of Mira peering from the edge of the pan, Heinrich escaped from between the fountains screaming so.

"Hum, did you tease me too much?"

Mira, the convict, grins somewhere luscious, even as a child, whining so.

The water temperature is not too cold but slightly warm, and when Mira steps into the fountain, she washes herself using the amenities she has borrowed from the inn.

Furthermore, when the magic robe set that had been removed along the way was sunk into the fountain, the laundry began as it was.

Refreshing enough to satisfy himself, Mira wears only her underwear and a piece and the coat goes back to where the two of them are with her in hand. Both the piece and coat could be dried by intangible technique, just like the hair, and the warmth still remained a little.

"This smells delicious again."

Mira snorts and whispers in a petty voice.

Gilberto is frying demonic meat and weed, and the smell is so fragrant that his stomach accidentally raises its voice.

"A lot of wild grass has a unique aroma, but it inflates even better with cooking methods. When this pecot leaf is sautéed with meat, it helps eliminate scented odors and aids in digestion"

Gilberto raps so deeply about plants as edible.

Speaking of Mira, Gilberto's knowledge deserves respect because when it comes to cooking, he can only cook simple men's dishes, such as stir-fried cooking.

Heinrich said, after glancing at Mira for a moment only, you remembered or blushed, "Okay, I'm going to get some water! Then he turned to Mira and the fountain with the pot in his hand.

(Hmm, sounds too irritating)

Though I thought so, it didn't look bad, and Mira took the sleeping bag out of the item box and put it on the floor like nothing had happened. And I don't go in there, I fall asleep on it.

Mira thought a good elastic sleeping bag could be used as a rug replacement. And the fact is, that's as comfortable as being indulgent in your home bed.

(What a great gift. Cedric, is that it? I'll thank you next time I see you.)

Mira completely moved to home standby mode with that in mind. He spread out the cartoon books he bought at Silverside Station while he slept and enjoyed some loose time before he could eat.

When Heinrich, who went to fetch water, returns, Gilberto laughs agitated again at the figure of Mira, who is too lenient to skirt defenseless.

"We're ready."

Gilberto speaks to the two of them when the soup is finished with the water he has drawn and the dinner menu is ready.

"Today's a treat."

"It's brilliant."

Heinrich cleaned up a few of the knives he had lined up and stood up, Mira lay down with the page widened and set aside to go to Gilberto's side of the meal and gently headed across to his seat.

Thus, the three warm nights, like a family somewhere, went on.

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