In the same way, he can also push aside people's inherent impressions of normality, allowing others to see the most beautiful secrets and stories hidden in this world.

Just like it is now.

——When Sigma opened his eyes again, the first thing he saw was a large piece of magnificent feathers that looked like a combination of emeralds and wave gems.

Just like the elegant and gorgeous tail feathers of a peacock, like the dazzling luster on the body of a kingfisher, from dark green, copper green, emerald green, to translucent sky, blue lake, blue, diamond, blue ultramarine, they unfold in layers, seemingly exhausting all the colors of blue and green.

color.

Only another mythical world could contain so much overflowing color and beauty.

Quetzalcoatl is spreading his wings and waving lazily around to disperse the rain clouds, allowing the golden sunlight from the sky to fall down and shine on the golden feathers around his neck.

Then it noticed Sigma, who was fascinated by his elegant appearance, and swung his tail proudly, lowering his head to look at this human being who made him feel a lot of dignity.

"Humans——"

Finally having an idol... Quetzalcoatl, who was burdened by the gods, wanted to show off a little, but soon gave up this slow approach, and instead approached him expectantly and asked:

"Do I look good?"

Sigma was stunned for a moment, probably not expecting such a beautiful creature to be so direct, but in the end he nodded sincerely.

"!" Surprisingly, ah no, it was indeed confirmed!

This is the first time in thousands of years that humans have praised it for its beauty!

The little feathered snake immediately became excited, feeling elated and wishing to fly immediately.

Go to heaven and sing a few songs: if Borges hadn't forbidden it to sing.

So it changed its strategy, cheered and rolled directly towards Sigma, its tail swaying, and its voice was full of joy: "Okay! I haven't seen such an honest human being like you for a long time. I

I want to be friends with you!"

Sigma, who was wrapped in a snake in the blink of an eye: "Huh?"

Marquez watched from the side, then turned his head and began to think seriously about where to buy corn, and whether Quetzalcoatl was picky about the taste of corn.

Well, I shouldn't choose, probably. Maybe flying on the back of Quetzalcoatl is not as expensive as the ticket price of an amusement park roller coaster.

Very people-friendly.

Kitahara, Kaede and Borges were basking in the sun under the clear sky, chatting about their children and each other's friends.

"I know from Schiller..."

The traveler blinked and did not finish his words, but Borges already knew what he was going to say, so he couldn't help laughing and leaned on the stones of the pyramid.

"Oh, those days."

Borges knew what the other person was referring to, so he smiled and exhaled, his expression showing a subtle nostalgia.

Among the seven betrayers who prevented the war, Borges was also one of them, and perhaps the most mysterious one among them.

"I don't really want to recall the war. Those things are not worth remembering for anyone, but I still miss them uncontrollably."

He looked at the restored blue sky and said in a lazy and clearly smiling tone:

"Okay. I know they must be missing me too. After all, each of them has lost a bet to me at least once - I have said long ago that I never lie. Because every lie I tell later becomes reality.

.for example……"

He seemed to be suddenly quiet for a while, but there was no sadness in his eyes, but a somewhat soft feeling, as if he was looking at a memory that was buried among the flowers and was not considered sad.

"Garcia has grown up too."

He suddenly said, not knowing whether it was softness or relief in his peacock blue eyes: "I have long said that he will grow up sooner or later. Just like the cat I raised back then: he was not yet a child at that time.

I understand. But this little guy is more lonely than anyone else, and less lonely than anyone else."

"There are a lot of people with him."

Kitahara and Kaede looked at Marquez, who was lost in thought, with a gentle voice: "Ghosts were also people in the past, weren't they? And he also had a whole Macondo - and a whole South America. I guess his world must be everywhere.

lively."

"Probably because Macondo is already very lively."

Borges said in a nostalgic tone: "I still remember when I was near Macondo, my father took me to see an angel in a chicken cage. The ticket seemed to cost five yuan.

So we went to see Spider Girl and listened to a very sweet story, which only cost two yuan..."

"Okay, that's not a funny joke. But does it mean you might pick up an angel on the road? But let me tell you, angels are probably not as cute as cats - what color are your eyes?"

"Orange gold." Kitahara and Kaede seemed stunned for half a second, but quickly answered.

"Oh, it's such a nostalgic color. I said how could I think of that cat? I mean the cat I raised, which is snow-white and has golden eyes. It's very well-behaved and cute. I grew up with it.

My favorite is cats.”

Borges seemed to take a deep breath and showed a melancholy expression.

"I actually had a conversation with Ernest about cats. Then I discovered that even though the war came, I didn't take it away. What could it do? Birds can fly, but what about cats?

?”

The retired magician clicked his hat, as if to convince himself that the cat was inside the hat, and the magical magician could take it out from the depths at any time.

But he is just a retired guy, and he also knows that the cat will never sneak into his hat and give him a surprise when he is about to put it on, so

His Bepper is really a very well-behaved and beautiful cat.

"What should I do with it? This is a question I have been thinking about since I left my hometown. I have never dared to go back to Argentina. It's quite funny, because there may be nothing wrong with the cat."

Beihara and Feng blinked:

"Garcia is not angry with you."

"This is a cat problem." Borges said seriously, "Although Garcia is also my cat. But believe me, this is a completely different matter."

Then they all laughed, and Mr. Borges took out a rabbit with red eyes from his hat and stuffed it into the traveler's arms.

"I should have given the rabbit a rabbit."
Chapter completed!