Chapter 737 The heart has nowhere to live, and love has no origin
Old John was frightened.
What did he see?
In the overwhelming storm, the man stood tall and straight, his eyes glaring like a god staring into the sky, colliding with the golden light in the lead clouds, bursting out with boundless majestic pressure.
The lifelike statue of Odin, which towered over the gods, seemed to be alive at this moment. The majesty of the God King was fully displayed in his one eye, and a ray of substantial gaze swept across it.
When Old John was glanced at by that look, a chill ran through his body. His knees weakened uncontrollably and he fell to his knees on the spot.
"God...God King..."
Old John knelt on the ground and shivered, his head buried in the wet soil, and he did not dare to raise his head to look at the eyes of the statue.
The eyes of the Odin statue paused for half a second on Old John, and then moved to the man, showing a very human and thoughtful expression, as if he understood something, he hesitated to speak, and finally let out a cry Sigh.
"Eh......"
Odin slowly withdrew his gaze, and the activity on the statue gradually dimmed, returning to its previous appearance, without the slightest trace of magic.
At the same time, the strange phenomena in the sky disappeared, the thunderstorm stopped abruptly, the thick lead-colored clouds dispersed, and the abyss-like divine power disappeared, as if everything was just an illusion.
However.
The damp smell in the air and the moist soil nearby seemed to silently remind them that what just happened was not an illusion, but a real reality.
Old John slowly raised his head, with a complicated expression on his face. He stared at the man and opened his mouth. The words came to his lips but he couldn't say them out. In the end, he had to shake his head and sigh: "Luka...after the Fire Festival is over." ... Just get out of here as soon as possible.”
The man remained silent and nodded slightly.
He just lost his memory, not became an idiot. No matter how you looked at it, the horrific scene just now seemed to be related to his past.
Just carving a statue of a god can attract the attention of God King Odin. This is simply a fantasy. I am afraid no one will believe it.
But it... happened!
This means that the past he has forgotten may be countless times more terrifying and complicated than he imagined.
After this incident, both of them looked worried, and the atmosphere reached a deadlock. No one spoke and walked towards the town silently.
The man carried the carved sacred pillar and followed closely behind Old John. Looking at the rickety back of the old man in front of him, he couldn't help but feel a little curious.
Old John's reaction just now seemed a little too intense. It's not like the fear that a mortal would show when he suddenly encounters a God Queen, but more like... a fear of being punished.
"Old John, you..."
Just as the man was about to ask, he saw Old John stop.
"I know what you're going to ask."
Old John turned his back to the man, seeming to be caught up in some kind of memory. After a moment of silence, he sighed: "Anyway, you are leaving soon. It's okay to tell you, but remember to keep it a secret for me and don't tell anyone else, okay?"
"Can."
The man nodded slightly and said, "I'm sorry... I just want to... know more about the past, maybe I can get my memory back."
"I see."
Old John sighed lightly, looked up at the night sky, and murmured: "Actually, I am an Asgardian, which is the divine realm where the gods live in Nordic mythology. As a human being, I should actually be He is considered a god."
"Then you..." The man frowned.
"Because...I'm sick of war."
Old John said calmly: "The endless war made me tired, so during a battle, I secretly escaped from Asgard and came to the Midgard Atrium, which is what humans call Earth."
"I have lived here for a long time and have traveled to many places over the past thousand years." Old John's back looked a bit lonely under the moonlight at night: "It wasn't until I found this place and adopted Yvette that I Found the meaning of life, so I don’t want anyone to break that.”
Old John slowly turned around and looked at the man with complicated eyes: "The fact that you can attract the attention of the God King means that your past may be more powerful, terrifying, and complicated than you imagined."
The man lowered his eyes.
"I have no intention of exploring your past..."
Old John said in a deep voice: "I don't even want to know how a powerful person like you fell to the point of amnesia. These are not things that we... ordinary people are qualified to inquire about."
"I don't mean to offend you, but..."
Old John paused for a moment, with a look of sadness on his ravaged old face, and sighed: "People like you, just by existing, will bring disaster and misfortune to the people around you."
"I know."
The man actually wants to be more free and easy, but he can't laugh now, let alone the word free and easy.
He thought about asking Old John to let him stay here as an ordinary farmer, hunting and cutting firewood every day, drinking honey and wine from time to time, and listening to the boasts of the villagers in the town, living such a leisurely and contented life.
As for the past? What does it have to do with him!
But...it's impossible.
As Old John said, if people like him choose to stay here, they can only bring disaster to this place.
...
The next day is the Fire Festival.
At the annual grand festival, the whole town became lively. The door was decorated with antlers. The villagers wore fur coats and moved large barrels of honey liqueur to the center of the town. Livestock is slaughtered and marinated.
Wait until everything is ready.
These gifts for the gods were moved to a Viking-style warship, and a huge tree several meters tall stood in the center, with the totems of the gods clearly carved on it.
Until night fell, the Fire Festival officially began. Everyone held torches in their hands and pushed the warship into the nearby river. While following the warship, they sang ancient songs with heroic voices, which gave a unique sense of majesty. .
As if infected by the emotion, the man couldn't help but sing along. Next to him, Yvette held his arm and crooned softly with an ethereal voice.
The man followed the large team to the end of the river. He watched as the warship carrying the tribute was about to fall from the waterfall with a drop of tens of meters. He followed the example of others in throwing torches into the ship.
The warship was burning with flames and gradually sailed towards the cliff. It was loaded with tributes from the past year's harvest and prayers for the coming year, and rushed down the waterfall with a height of tens of meters.
"To the great Odin!"
"Honor - the great gods!"
With Old John's heroic voice, the crowd burst into cheers, the sacrificial session officially ended, and then it was time for carnival.
People returned to the town, enjoying the sumptuous food and drinking the brewed honey wine. Under the light of the night and the huge bonfire, they formed a circle and danced rough, and the sound of singing echoed around the town.
Yvette's red face, set against the bonfire, brought out the girl's shyness and coquettishness to the extreme. Combined with her long golden hair, she looked like an angel who had fallen into the world.
The girl was holding a bottle of antler wine and walking towards her with cheerful steps. Her scorching eyes made the man dare not look directly at her. It was as if he could smell the green and simple atmosphere in her breath.
"Luka...I..."
The girl used all her courage, holding the antlers filled with mead, and handed it to the man tremblingly. Her face was as red as rouge, and her two pink lips were slightly opened, trying to express all her emotions. Pour outlet.
"I'm sorry, Yvette."
The man shook his head and did not pick up the glass of antler wine. Instead, he stood up slowly and rubbed the girl's hair with his hands: "I'm leaving and I won't come back. Take care of yourself and old John in the future." .”
The man didn't let the girl say it.
Once the so-called confession is spoken, the relationship between two people will undergo a qualitative change.
Even if he had to leave here, he was unwilling to let this relationship change, at least at this moment...he hoped so.
"Why...why?"
The light in the girl's eyes seemed to disappear, and her red face turned a bit pale: "Is... is it because of grandpa?"
"No." The man shook his head.
"Luka, I...I will convince grandpa, please don't leave, okay? Can you stay? Please...if it were me...I wouldn't do it in the future I'm haunting you...as long as you don't leave." Yvette's voice was trembling.
"Yvette...forget about me."
The man raised a finger, gently touched the girl's eyebrow, and said softly: "I don't even know where my heart is, so how can I stay here, let alone respond to your expectations, so... .....Just forget about me.”
"Luka..."
Yvette bit her lip, trying hard to prevent tears from overflowing from her eyes, and said stubbornly: "I...I can follow you..."
"no."
The man interrupted the girl for the second time.
The last bit of light in the girl's eyes slowly disappeared with the man's rejection, and her petite body trembled in the cold wind.
Cold?
It's very cold. The weather in Norway is always very cold.
But... not as cold as her heart.
The heart has nowhere to live, and love has no origin.
A girl's first love ended before it even started during the lively Fire Festival.
The girl's suppressed sobs were drowned out by the lively singing of the crowd. Along with the departing man, they gradually faded away under the bonfire until they disappeared at the end of the town.