Chapter 700: Things Only Remembered

Given the transcended abilities such as spells, rituals, and curses, nothing was impossible in this world.

Thus, trying to use the traditional method of eliminating all impossibilities, leaving only the inevitable became unachievable.

However, Annan wasnt the type obsessive about having concrete evidence.

He trusted his instincts more.

Rather than pursuing the idea that theres only one truth, a concept that could be elusive, finding out the motive was a more effective and practical approach.

Alright. Annan said suddenly, distracting Elle, Im going to help you take a bath and fix your hair.

Hearing this, Elle was immediately shocked.

What, what, what, what? Take a bath?

She panicked immediately. All the complicated thoughts in her mind were swept away.

[

Huh?

Wait, wait a moment]

Its fine, Elle. You can trust me you can feel all this anyway, right? I wont do anything to you.

[Its not that but no matter what its not impossible but, but thisI think]

Elle was troubled. She hesitated, not knowing what to say.

Annan chuckled slightly.

She is so cute.

Elle opened the quilt and got out of bed with bare feet. Since she was still wearing her pajamas, the real Elle hiding in [Elles] heart was not so embarra.s.sed that she shut down herself immediately.

She narrowed her pupils slightly and looked around.

Perhaps the biggest difference from the Gallery Nightmare was that there were more toys in the room.

They were the kind of items that werent really useful or entertaining. You might not have played with them more than a few times after buying. They seemed like impulse purchases the kind of new toys parents bought to appease their kids when they said, I want this.

The key point was that it revealed another hint.

This meant that not only Elle would be able to leave the house, but she also went out and about with her parents.

In real history, in the final period Elle was not allowed to leave home at all.

She was like a canary in a cage.

And the Elle here was a bird that could fly freely.

Thats really nice. Annan exclaimed out of nowhere.

[

Yeah

, thats pretty nice.]

Elles whisper echoed quietly in her heart.

Her mood settled a bit, and her reaction wasnt as intense.

Glancing at the half-drawn oil painting and half-written lyrics on the desk, Annan couldnt help but chuckle.

He realized that this was Elles evidence for thinking that he was out to collect inspiration.

Thats not wrong either.

However, Elle, with her suspicions, asked a few more questions but still couldnt figure out why Annan was laughing.

Annan quickly finished showering. With Elles guidance, he combed Elles hair and put on her outdoor outfit before leaving the house.

Before heading out, Annan specifically checked his watch.

2:50 p.m.

Do different purifiers have different free time every day?

Well, that makes sense.

Elle left the house. What greeted her was the golden wheat field.

The midday sun was bright and warm, creating a serene atmosphere reminiscent of a fairyland far removed from the mundane world. Elles white dress and hair were gently caressed by the cool breeze.

She straightened her hair and listened quietly for a while.

Actually, you should realize something is wrong while you are here.

[Where, where?!]

Elle hadnt recovered from the shock of Annan helping her take a bath previously, so she responded with some embarra.s.sment.

[Im just an idiot anyway, okay]

Indeed. Annan chuckled softly, his emerald-green eyes narrowing leisurely, Otherwise, maybe you could have handled this nightmare on your own perhaps.

[What is it exactly]

Its too quiet, Elle. Listen.

Annan closed her eyes, lightly touched her right earlobe with her right hand, and tilted her head slightly to the right.

Theres no sound, right?

[so what?]

Did Amos plant this wheat field? Annan smiled and said, Since someone planted it, why didnt anyone come to harvest it? Then why is there no sound of people around?

If theres such a vast wheat field here then why cant I hear any sounds of insects or birds? And most importantly the rustling sound of wheat swaying in the wind, have you heard it?

The answer was nothing.

It was just like a landscape painting.

But it was only at the level of [semi-finished product].

This world was only a fragment a fragment of a dream like a fairy tale.

You might not know this, Elle. In wheat fields, there are always insects, and there would be field mice, sparrows, rabbits and even wolves.

[Wolf?]

Thats right. The farmers in the Papal Kingdom and the United Kingdom would call back their children who wanted to play or trample in the wheat fields because of the wolves inside. Even now, theres a ritual in the Papal Kingdom and the United Kingdom to this day, called the Young Wolf Wine.

Annan spoke in a tone one might use to tell a child a story. Yet, a meaningful smile lingered at the corner of his mouth.

Some elderly people in the Papal Kingdom and the n.o.bles in the United Kingdom believe that there are souls in the rice. The reason why they eat hand-pounded rice instead of machine rice in the rice mill is because they think the rice mill grinds it too much. The soul in the broken rice will escape. This soul is called the Spirit of the Valley, and it usually appears in the wheat field in the form of a wolfthat is, the Wolf of the Valley.

Farmers who believe in the Valley Wolf will cut off the Valley Mother in the field last. The so-called Valley Mother is the wheat stalk that bends first when the wind blows over the field. They believe that within it hides a Valley Spirit in the form of a wolf. Those who get injured and bled without noticing during the harvest have been bitten by the Valley Wolf.

They take seven stalks from the Grain Mother, anoint them with oil, and lay them on the bed as if theyre a child. The family then observes three days of traditional customs, just like theyve really welcomed a new child into the world.

The stalks that have gone through the ritual are called Young Wolves. Just one of these stalks is considered to be worth an entire wheat field The wine made from the Young Wolves is called Young Wolf Wine, and its seen as the most valuable thing in a farmers home.

[

Whoa!

That sounds amazing!]

Elle praised.

She asked impatiently.

[Then, whats the use of Young Wolf Wine?]

The answer is that its useless.

[Why?]

Because the Valley Wolf Deity is fictional. It is actually an incarnation of the Tragedy Writer when he was a mortal. It does not have any divine power at all. It is a non-existent deity.

Then the question is, why do people believe in the existence of the Valley Wolf? Think about it, Elle.

Annan said, his footsteps still not stopping.

Elle curled up in her heart, thinking hard and seriously.

[Is it because no priest was born among them? And mortals will not be given divine art, so]

Youre getting there but thats not the right answer.

A smile full of malice and compa.s.sion appeared on the corner of Annans mouth.

The correct answer is even if they dont get any divine art, even if reason has already told them that the Valley Wolf does not exist at all. But they would choose to believe that the Valley Wolf does exist.

Because apart from the Valley Wolf, they have no other deities to turn to. If they were to find out that the valley wolf was a falsehood, then everything theyve done up to this point would seem so foolish and blasphemous. The peace and tranquility theyve enjoyed up to now would be completely disrupted.

So, the more someone believed that the Valley Wolf might not exist, the more someone could see through it all the smarter they were the more likely they were to have upheld this lie.

Then, let me ask you one more thing.

[What?]

Does Eternal Duke exist? Or

Does His presence or absence give any meaning?

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