I Am God!

Chapter 58-The Poet Who Wrotes the Epic

The four kingdoms have been established for a hundred years, and people have long forgotten the history of Shinsai.

Even the second generation of Wisdom King Yeser has become a legend, and the grievances and hatreds between King Ari and the Star Queen have turned into long-lasting memories. People will only chat about these stories in occasional chats.

even.

Those older stories have long been forgotten. People even remember only those great and noble names, and they can’t remember exactly what happened.

On this day, the two figures returned to a small town outside the city where God descended.

The town is an obvious fish town. The residents here make a living by fishing, and the air smells of sea and salty fish.

“Let’s stop here!” Polo stood on the surface of the sea leading the star, looking at the relics left by the former King Yeser.

“Don’t you go on?” Xing looked at Polo.

“I won’t go any further. After walking for so long, we should take a break.” Polo turned his head and looked at the star, and said softly.

Polo looked at the star, her formerly beautiful and white bone armor became rough and the radiance of the star became dull.

Xing is old, and Polo has not changed much.

Both Polo and Xing knew that their journey was about to reach the end.

Xing smiled: “Then stop here!”

They searched for a beautiful coastal beach by the sea, built a house, and a yard.

The yard is covered with a layer of golden dome, like a woven cup of the sun cup, bright and beautiful.

The yard is full of cups of the sun, this kind of taboo thing in the eyes of ordinary people, the flower of the sun that only the royal family deserves to have in the eyes of the two, but it does not have such a magical color.

Polo likes flowers, and Xing always sits in the yard and looks at the sea outside through the window every day.

The courtyard filled with the cup of the sun exudes the breath of Illusion Art.

Ordinary people can’t see here at all, let alone get close to it.

However, on this day, something unusual happened.

“Boom boom boom!”

There was a knocking sound from outside, and someone came to visit them.

“Who are you?” Polo asked.

A voice came from outside the yard, respectful and humble.

“Meet the noble star queen and the envoy of the gods.”

“I am a poet and scholar. I come from the city of the servants of the queen’s former hometown. My name is Tito.”

Polo: “We didn’t invite you.”

The other party replied: “Please forgive me for being presumptuous and uninvited. If I offend the queen and the messenger of God, I will leave now.”

Xing raised his head: “It’s been a long time since no one has visited us, just let him in.

A young Sanye man walked in and offered the highest courtesy to the two.

Star asked him: “How did you find us?”

The young poet replied: “I didn’t look for it deliberately. I just happened to pass by and saw the cup of the sun. No one but the royal family can own this kind of thing, and how can those noble and extravagant royal families live in such a place?”

“I guess it must be the legendary Queen of the Star and Polo, the messenger of God, living in seclusion here to be able to bloom such a bright flower of the sun.”

Star: “You are very smart.”

Poet: “No, I think this is an arrangement of fate.”

“Fate arranged for me to come here, and it also arranged for me to see you and the messenger of God.”

Star curious: “Do you believe in destiny?”

The poet nodded earnestly: “I believe that everything has fate, just like the word of God in the 23rd of the Ledericky Oath, just like King Yeser will lose his crown of wisdom in the end.”

Tito came from the city of god servants. When he was born, the Queen of Stars had already left there for decades. His mother was a concubine of the royal blood of the Xilun family.

He was born with the blood of wisdom and power, but he can’t stimulate himself, but he can see through the superficial Illusion Art.

Tito’s name means a map, because Tito’s grandfather drew the first map of Shinsai, which included the four kingdoms and the entire world known to the trilobites.

Born into such a prominent family of scholars, he did not become a scholar who draws maps, but did his best to become a poet.

to this end.

He left the city of the servants of gods, tossed between the major kingdoms, and wandered in the relics of historical events.

“Why do you want to be a poet?”

“Is it because of a dream?”

Xing asked him.

Tito shook his head: “It is impossible for me to surpass my grandfather in cartography, and it is difficult for me to surpass my father in academics. Only by becoming a great poet can I be remembered by the world.”

“I want to own my story, want to own my merits and career.”

Star nodded: “A very true answer, so have you written any great poems?”

Tito: “I’m writing an epic about Shinsai. I’m writing about King Yeser and King Ari.”

“now.”

“Just your story.”

The old star smiled and straightened up.

“Can I be loaded into an epic too?”

“A last king who put an end to Shinsai, a man who put an end to the inheritance of King Yeser, and a protagonist who set off an internal fight in the royal family.”

Tito: “All right and wrong, let future generations evaluate it!”

“All I have to do is record the history.”

“Therefore, I believe that it was destiny and God’s guidance that made me come here and let me meet you here.”

The young poet said seriously.

The Queen of Stars couldn’t help sighing after listening: “Yes!”

“Everything is right and wrong, if you say it, it doesn’t count, and I don’t count it.”

She no longer resisted, and narrated her life with the poet.

Throne, hatred, fighting, betrayal.

There are her sufferings and choices, as well as her laughter and happiness.

Occasionally, the poet will ask questions, and the stars will also answer.

Until the sun went down, the poet stood up and respectfully thanked the Queen of Stars.

“Thank your Majesty the Queen.”

Xing: “I am not a queen anymore, let alone your majesty.”

Poet Tito: “In my heart, you will always be the noble queen of stars.”

The young poet left and promised to come again tomorrow, when he would bring his first draft for review by the Queen.

Polo, who had been standing by his side, suddenly said: “I don’t know what kind of story he will write, but it feels hard to be a happy story.”

The stars do not matter: “History is always heavy, and epics and myths are never laughter.”

“Our story, our happiness, we know ourselves.”

“Will suffice.”

After saying this, Xing could no longer hold on to the sitting posture that Xing had been maintaining. She was very tired after sitting for so long.

“I’m a little tired.”

“I’m getting older, I can’t sit still after sitting for a while.”

“Back then, I was able to hold a sword and start a life and death fight with King Yali!”

Polo picked up the star: “I will help you in and rest.”

At night, there was a sudden storm outside.

Xing suddenly woke up, she called out loudly.

“Polo.”

“Polo, where are you?”

Polo: “I am here!”

Xing touched Polo and finally felt relieved.

“Polo.”

“I just had a dream. I dreamt of a dark place, just like the magical abyss in the legend.”

“I’m so scared, do you think I will be banished there after I die?”

Polo shook his head: “How come?”

“Don’t worry, even if it is dead, I will still be with you.”

“I am the messenger of the gods and the master of dreams.”

“In the world of dreams, I will always be with you, and we will repeat our adventures and travels together again and again, never stopping.”

With a happy smile on Xing’s face, he talked about the funny stories about her journey with Polo, some of her most memorable pictures.

As she talked, her voice became smaller and smaller.

It gradually turned into vague babble.

Xing gripped Pollo’s golden robe tightly, and Pollo also moved his ears over, listening to her voice.

“Uh-huh!”

“Uh-huh!”

“I know, I remember.”

“I remember it all.”

finally.

Xing loosened his golden robe, with a satisfied smile on his face.

Polo’s expression was sluggish for an instant, and he seemed to hear a chuckle.

just like.

Something broke in his body.