God Simulator Chapter 224

   After the painter left, Jyoti looked at her husband.

   "Is he really good?"

"who knows?"

  Pava poured himself a glass of ale: "At least Tiesai has moved. If he doesn't move, there is no hope."

   "Whether it's a mess or a happy harvest, it's the result he has to bear."

   "He actually wanted to do this all the time. We just let him face his true self. If a person is not willing, it is useless for outsiders to say anything."

  Pava took a sip of his wine: "Has "Heroes" been handed over to the temple meeting in Yaocheng?"

   "Well, the first batch of books will be transcribed next month at the latest."

"I can rest assured that."

  Jyoti had some hesitation on his face: "You really decided to do this?"

   "Of course, is this still a joke?"

  Pava took a deep breath and stood up: "Come on."

  Jyoti went to the window and drew the curtains.

  She turned around and walked slowly in front of Pava: "It's too late to regret it now."

  Pava put his hands on Jyoti's face and kissed her: "No, I don't regret it. The story of my life belongs to you."

   Then his face froze.

   Pava slowly fell backwards.

  Famous traveler and storyteller Pava, aged 66, suffered a cardiac arrest at his home in Sanillo.

   Three days later, Fabiani, who received the obituary, hurried to the fountain on a sandworm.

  Outside Pava's house, many people were commemorating this great storyteller. They put down bouquets in the corner, talked softly, and regretted Pava's death.

  Fabbiani knocked on the door.

  The oak door was slowly opened, revealing Jyoti's slightly haggard face. She was wearing a black dress with holy flowers on her chest, and her eyes were red.

   "Madam, my condolences."

  Fabbiani's voice was hoarse: "I'm late."

   "Come in, please."

  Jyoti glanced behind him: "This is?"

   "This is my apprentice, Uluru."

  Uluru is short in stature, wearing a long robe that almost covers his entire body, and his whole body is hidden in the shadows.

  Fabbiani said: "He is from Uzi, just let him wait outside."

  He gestured to Uluru.

  Uluru nodded, and went back to wait beside Sandworm.

   After entering the room, Jyoti wiped the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief: "Do you want water, honey or wine?"

   "Water."

  Fabbiani was a little uneasy.

  He thought he had foreseen death, but the sudden death of his best friend still made it difficult for Fabiani to accept, and his mind was completely blank along the way.

  Thanks to Pava for taking care of him too much, but he has no way to give any feedback.

   This made Fabiani feel deeply lost, and his body was extremely heavy.

  He saw the resin-solidified painting on the wall. The painting was a portrait of Pava and Jyoti.

  Pava in the painting has a smile on his face. At this time, he doesn't know that death will knock on the door so quickly.

  Fabbiani suddenly realized something was wrong.

   This is Saniro.

  If Pava is dead, the ghost is still there.

  He looked at Jyoti: "Ma'am, has Pava's ghost appeared?"

   "No, it didn't show up."

  A trace of sadness flashed across Jyoti's face, and she tightened her lips: "No one knows where his dead soul has gone."

   No wonder she was so sad.

  Fabbiani sighed: "Perhaps he was too tired before his death. Pava needs to rest. Please don't worry, he loves you very much and will definitely come back to you."

   Every time he eats with Pava, Fabiani can feel the anxiety of this friend.

   Pawa is always writing and revising manuscripts, but the progress is getting slower and slower. As his reputation grows, Pawa can hardly find a quiet place in the city.

  His visible fatigue and tension.

  Pava once said that his biggest distress is that everyone expects too much of him. In the eyes of many people, he is not only a narrator, but also a world observer who hides countless secrets.

  He sighed for not being able to surpass the original "Pava's Bizarre Adventure", and often said that such a life is not interesting.

  After eating fried black water striders, it is hard to like fried little bugs again.

   "He's not coming back."

  Jyoti shook her head.

  Suddenly, a stranger in full armor walked out of the inner room. This man was wearing a brass-colored ghost armor, with a long sword tied around his waist, and his steps were steady and imposing.

  Fabbiani was taken aback at first.

   Pava just died, and Jyoti actually found a new partner?

   Is this a bit...

   It took him a moment to realize something was wrong.

  A bold idea popped into his mind.

   "Could it be... Pava?"

  The ghost in Ghost A said in a low voice, "You have misunderstood the person, my friend. Standing in front of you is the ghost from the mountains, the warrior who died a hundred years ago, Matthews."

  Fabbiani couldn't help laughing: "You bastard, you actually played a fake death, everyone was deceived by you!"

   There's nothing like having a friend alive.

  Matthews emphasized: "My friend, as I said before, my name is Matthews. Your friend Pava is dead, and the body is buried in the backyard."

  Fabbiani was taken aback and looked at Jyoti.

  Jodi nodded, wiping tears with a handkerchief: "I killed...buried with my own hands, and died thoroughly."

  Fabbiani was silent for a while, with a helpless expression on his face: "In order to get rid of the pressure of the name Pava, you didn't hesitate to commit suicide to start anew...I'm afraid no one would have thought of it."

   "My friend, I solemnly declare to you again that I am Matthews."

  The other party emphasized again.

   "Then why are you at Pava's house?"

   "Because I am a fan of Mr. Pava's books, I came here to pay homage. I decided to inherit Mr. Pava's legacy and continue to write everyone's stories."

   "I will record the cruel war between the Fifth Fearless Empire and the Uzi Kingdom, tentatively titled "Crystal Empire". Please continue to support me in the future, just like you support Mr. Pava."

   "Aren't you talking nonsense?"

"I did not lie."

   "Stop messing around, Pava."

   "Sir, please pay attention to your wording, I am the field narrator, Matthews."

  Fabbiani can't laugh or cry.

  He could only nod: "Well, nice to meet you, Matthews."

  Jyoti blinked and mouthed lightly.

  —Let it be.

  Fabbiani relaxed and rubbed his stomach: "I'm a little hungry, is there anything to eat?"

   "There are honey oatmeal cakes and a little cold beef, let's just make do with it." Jyoti pointed her finger, and the plate flew, and immediately put the food on the table.

  Fabbiani was eating and drinking for a while.

   After eating half full, he said: "We recently dug the ruins of the Rose Kingdom in a cape in the south, and found a batch of rose seeds, thanks to Uluru."

  "The Wuji people are indeed born underground navigators. Their ground boats are very wonderful. They look like stone pillars, but they are very flexible underground, as if they are alive."

   “Uluru was also the first geologist.”

   "He told us how the underground moves, how the interior is structured, what are the characteristics of the exterior, and there are many more types of rocks than we imagined..."

   "The black flammable stone, called coal, is also found on some mountains. Troggs and sandworms can find some, but it is very difficult. Uluru has an accurate way to find coal!"

   "In addition, you can also find fire wells in Uluru. The flames that are constantly spewing out from the ground can burn for hundreds of years, and they exist in the Uluru Kingdom!"

"If there is a fire well and a large amount of coal, smelting and casting will become very easy, and the price of manufacturing various props and equipment will also drop. More people will be able to obtain relatively cheap metal tools and even sophisticated equipment .”

  Hearing such a strange thing, Matthewston couldn't keep on dressing up, jumped up and said hurriedly: "Really? Call Uluru in."

   "Okay. Although the Wuzi people can't speak, they have keen hearing. They can see their surroundings through their bodies, but the way is different from ours. In theory, their whole body is regarded as eyes."

  “They have their own characters and are used to recording history with carvings. It's just because there is no need to speak, so they haven't developed a language. But Uluru can already understand the Yao language, so it's quite convenient.”

  The young Wuji people were invited in, and looked nervously at the three people inside.

  Before he came, he had heard from his teacher Fabiani.

  Mr. Pava is a well-respected celebrity who tells the story for all and keeps it alive. Ms. Jyoti is the wife of Mr. Pava, an elegant and extraordinary person, and she must be treated with respect and decency.

  Uluru bowed nervously to the armored warrior and elegant lady inside.

  He made gestures, expressing the meaning: It's an honor to be here, excuse me.

   What Fabiani said to them.

  Ms. Jyoti smiled and gave him a small seed with a faint green light lingering on the surface.

Fabiani said: "Ms. Jyoti gave you a meeting gift. This is a species of symbiotic tree. After planting, it can grow into a forest and attract elves. If you plant a forest, it will be a fortune. The elves will Willing to buy or lease from you."

  Uluru carefully took the tree seed and stuffed it into his body.

   This is both life and treasure.

  He bumped his head against the wall three times, expressing his solemn thanks in the traditional way of Wuji people.

  The whole house is buzzing.

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