Chapter 348

In the tower at night, sizeville was motionless. It was the second autumn when he was locked up here. At that time, he had just turned sixteen, and there were still two years to go before his father set the date for him to grow up.

The gentle footsteps sounded, and the prince woke up from his concentrated meditation. A little candle was lit in the dark. Although there was only a little light, sizewell frowned bitterly.

In front of her is a woman with a silver plate. She is graceful and slim, with neat golden hair. She has a mask the size of a palm on her face, but she still can't cover up her red lips and straight nose.

It's his close female officer.

She has been with her for more than ten years. She began to take care of her female officials when she was a little girl.

"Your Highness, it's dinner time."

"I'm not hungry."

Sizewell said that he is really not hungry at all. In fact, he has not moved much for more than a year, and his body consumes very little energy. If he can, he only wants to eat one meal a day, but the royal rule is to eat three times a day, which he can't change.

The female official ignored his request and put the silver plate in front of him. He arranged the delicate dinner food, helped him clear away the books and parchments scattered around the table, knelt down behind him, rubbed his shoulder and said, "shall I help you move first?"

Feeling the warmth and softness behind him, sizewell could not bring up any interest. He shook his head, "no need."

The hand on the shoulder pauses, then gently pinches again, "want to change a person? The female official said gently, "today I'm looking for some new maids for you. Would you like to meet them?"

"Did you find it for me or did my father find it for me?"

"What's the difference?"

The hand of the female official pinching the shoulder moved to the prince's thigh and massaged gently.

"There's no difference."

"What are you looking at? Do you look at the mask

"I'll just put out the candle."

The female official said in his ear with a smile, "it's all the same."

"Not the same."

Said sizewell coldly.

He loves the woman behind him, but he knows that the other party is more loyal to his father than to him. She can do everything to keep him in the tower.

"Come on, don't disturb my rest."

He wanted to get up and drive away the female officer.

However, the female officer always had a way. She kissed Xavier's ear and pushed him on the carpet. I don't know when my clothes have been untied.

"Damn, can you take off that damn mask?"

Sizewell lay on the ground, weakly scolded. He could not remember how many times he had asked her to take off the mask.

"No," she said, kissing him. "When you become king, you can change your orders at will."

"I had a dream last night," he said, frowning as he was pressed down

"Dream

The female official bit his ear, a little absent-minded.

"I dream of a white light, a white light that covers everything. In the white light, there is a boy as old as me, and I want to kill him. Very much, very much

Recalling the dream of last night, sizewell held the female officer tightly. Some wild call rang from his heart, which made him tremble with excitement. His eyes were staring at the darkness on the ceiling, and he took the initiative once.

The female official replied: "when you become a king, you can kill anyone you want to"

another similar answer, another similar day. After all, she couldn't understand what Xavier was saying. Maybe no one could understand.

After a short period of movement, the female official gently but irrefutably fed the food to the prince, then skillfully dressed, cleaned the room and left the tower. Keep West Xavier, alone in front of an unchanging spire room.

Long loneliness gave him the power to be sober, but the more sober he was, the more he realized that all this was not what he wanted. The distant father, King Ramiro I, his expectation of himself ran counter to the agitation in sizewell's heart.

"The king... Did the king come here like this? It's really a hard job..." in the silence, he said to himself.

Somehow, he recalled the dream of last night. In the dream, he laughed and his soul trembled on the edge of bliss. It's the call of the wild.

It's wonderful.

Quack! Quack! Quack!

A hoarse birdsong tore the tranquility of the night. Prince sizeville turned over and sat up. He found out that there was an owl outside the window, staring at himself without blinking.

It has a round head, sharp beak, pointed claws, black and white feathers, looks very powerful.

Quack, quack, quack!The owl barked at him three times.

In this case, Xavier surprisingly understood the owl's language.

He's asking himself if he has water. He's thirsty.

Sizewell raised the glass on his desk and asked curiously, "would you like some water?"

Quack!

The owl flapped his wings, shook off a few feathers and flew in from the only window of the tower.

Although its sharp beak does not make a human voice, it is through its eyes and body language that Xavier accurately captures what the owl wants to express.

Yes, it needs water.

This feeling made West Xavier very novel. He was a hundred times, a thousand times more exciting than the short-term pleasure that the female official just brought him. He just like found a new world, and got up from the ground.

He poured the owl a glass of water and even a glass of red wine.

The owl immediately put his head into the glass of water and began to drink hungrily.

"Are you hungry? I... I have a lot of food... "

when he was around the owl, sizewell asked, at a loss. He had never spoken to an owl. He believed that the other party would understand him. It was amazing.

"Quack, quack... (what are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid you'll fly away."

Sizewell wanted to touch the owl's feathers.

"Hey, son of a bitch, get your hands off me."

The owl croaked, "take out the food, or I'll fly away."

Xavier rushed to the box in the room, opened the box, poured out the food, dried fruit, dried meat, preserved bread and so on.

Night owl is only interested in dried meat, it is not polite, claw a few times, on his table to eat, while eating, but also pulled a bubble of white manure, without scruple.

"Who are you and where are you from?" sizewell asked, staring at the magical animal

"I'm not a human being. I've passed far away."

The owl said without raising his head: "there was no tower here last year, but this year, I came to have a look curiously."

"Can you communicate with anyone?"

Sizewell was curious.

"Of course not." The owl looked at him strangely, "why do you think so? Of course, I only communicate with people who can communicate."

"Why can you understand me?"

"I can understand anyone, but most ordinary people can't understand me - go away!" The owl leaped over sizewell's arm, put its head into a red wine glass and took a swig: "most people have lost their spirit in this world."

"Is it normal for me, that I am like this?"

Xavier asked what he was most concerned about. For more than ten years, he always felt that he was different from others, but he couldn't tell.

"You..."

The big black-and-white bird turned his head and looked at him for a while, then suddenly he was surprised: "ah, wait a minute, you are a wizard who can communicate with animals, why are you here?"

"Wait! I beg your pardon? Wizard

Xavier jumped three feet high, then covered his mouth and listened. His close female officer was probably asleep, and didn't hear the voice.

"You answer my question first. Why are you here?"

Asked the owl.

"Why don't I stay here?"

Sizewell asked.

"Why are you here?"

The owl continued.

"Why don't I stay here?"

Repeated West Xavier.

"Why are you here?"

The owls repeat.

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"why don't I stay here?"

"Why are you here?"

"Why don't I stay here?"

"Why are you here?"

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"why don't I stay here?"

"Why are you here?"

"Why don't I stay here?"

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"Why are you here?"

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one person and one bird repeated the same question at least a hundred times, until Prince West Xavier was thirsty and dizzy, and felt that he could not repeat it any more. The owl seemed determined to accompany him to the end. Finally, he changed his words and did not ask why."Where do you think I should go?"

The owl lowered his head, took a sip from his wine glass and said, "there is a city in the West named Pandora. There are the top witches there. They are the same people as you. If I say, people like you should be there."

"Wizard..."

Xavier looked at his hand. His expression was panic, with a hint of joy and excitement.

"What's the matter?"

"My female official told me that witches are ferocious and terrible monsters." Said sizewell in a subdued voice.

"That's what she said?"

"Yes, she also said that witches are cunning and arrogant. They are all thieves who sell people, kill people and set fire to them. They collude with the giants and ghouls. Their men abduct the virgins in the dark, cut them up, cook them and eat them, and drink their blood with polished horns. Their women copulate with demons in the middle of the night and breed half human and half ghost

The owl didn't answer. It seemed to be fascinated by the delicious food offered by the prince.

"Is that true?"

Sizewell asked with some uncertainty.

"Obviously, there are some deviations in the understanding of your female officials."

The owl raised his head and said calmly.

"Oh..."

sizewell breathed a sigh of relief, patted her chest and muttered, "I knew..."

"the wizard is more terrible than she said."

The owl's cold words solidified the little prince's smile on his face.

"In the west, further west, on my way to migration, 30000 kilometers away, the wizard is fighting with the crusaders of the church. There, on average, every wizard kills 16 ordinary men every day.

In the south, further south, a group of witches are fighting inside themselves. They burn their own kind to ashes with flames, killing more than 500 people every day.

In the East, further east, an evil necromancer slaughtered all his relatives and neighbors. There was no one living in the whole town, and the air was full of the stench of death. "

With the owl's words, sizewell was stunned. He sat down on the ground with a pale face: "why... Is this...

" it's normal. Do you think it's wrong to eat beef? "

The night owl took the meat in his mouth and gulped it down: "if I say, life and death are originally part of the world cycle. What matters is not life and death itself, but what you do between life and death."

For some reason, sizewell felt that the Nightowl's words were even more beautiful than those of his former teacher, bachelor Hugo. He sat up straight.

"Who taught you these words?"

"Queen Pandora, the greatest wizard in the area. She has given me a lot of benefits. Well, she likes feeding birds and young men best. If you go to her, you will certainly get a lot of benefits. "

"Queen Pandora... Queen Pandora..."

West Xavier stood up and walked around the tower room, some long lost passion burning in his heart, he was eager to do something, eager to know who he was.

"Is she a wizard?"

"Witch."

The owl corrected him.

"Is she king, too?"

"It should be. I don't know what your human regime is, but I'm not interested in it either."

Owl is full of wine and food. It looks like it's going to start again.

"Wait a minute."

Sizewell went to the window of the tower and peeped down.

Late at night, everything was quiet, the stars were blinking in the sky, the guards were asleep, and his female officer was asleep. Only in the dark forest in the distance, unknown insects are singing softly.

He retracted his head and asked the owl earnestly, "can you take me there? Take me out of here."

Owl tilted his head: "a meal, with a road, this transaction is fair."

Sizewell laughed with joy. He went to his four legged bed, tore his sheets, tied them into a rope, and threw them down the window of the tower.

Owl reminded him: "you may die yo, leave here, the outside world is terrible unimaginable."

"I'm not afraid."

"It's better than waiting to die," sizewell said

"I'm not afraid."

"Not afraid."

"Hey, hey"

the owls spread their wings and sang happily in the dark blue sky.

On the grass, the barefoot Prince gallops. He jumps over the river bank in his simple robe, climbs out of the manor and into the unknown destiny.