The things that the Flügel, Elf, and a human had made together were probably as precious in value as Athena's Exclamation, which required three gold saints to release, or perhaps even more?
"Pretty much. I'll weave the magic circle, and then the Flügel will inject the elves. This way, we can even do things like changing the properties of matter", Think nodded and replied: "I have to say, Miss Monster is very convenient as an energy source. Please keep up the good work~"
"Ah~, after all, all a weed can do is self-comfort. If you're willing to hand over your memories, you can go to the dirt over there now? I'll finish everything that's left~"
I'm deaf, I can't hear anything.
Su'er chanted this sentence in his heart, ignoring the quarrel between them, which seemed to be their daily routine. He pressed the power button on the TV - naturally, there was no response.
Thinking about it carefully, it wasn't strange. Although he didn't know what was powering the translucent refrigerator outside the door, it was obviously not electricity, and there would naturally be no TV station to produce TV shows here. Think and Jibril's craftsmanship was ridiculously good. They even made the LCD screen look very realistic.
Even though it was the appearance of his former home, the urge to explore these things in the house, which he knew were made of things he didn't know about and couldn't even understand, was something Su'er couldn't resist. To be honest, if the glass on the coffee table suddenly grew legs and ran away, he wouldn't be surprised at all... probably not.
Then he walked to the edge of the window. Just like the environment Okan had created in that small world, Su'er could see the layers of tall buildings outside the window, and the sun in the gaps between the buildings. The light reflected by the countless glass panels was all logical, without a single minor mistake.
The sound of car horns, the noise from downstairs, the atmosphere of a modern city - unfortunately, Su'er knew that all of this was fake.
He only needed to open the window to see the real world. Outside the window, there was no reinforced concrete, only a wide lake and the scent of medicinal herbs lingering at the tip of his nose.
Then Su'er opened the window.
Half of the glass was still that familiar world, and the other half was the scenery he saw outside the house. Beautiful flowers were blooming in the lake, and also withering. Crystalline light was constantly floating out, and a thin white mist was condensing in the air above the lake.
"...Mr. Monkey?"
Su'er heard Think calling him.
"In short, you will have to give a detailed description of many things later. It's expected to be a big project~"
"Ah, I'll do my best, don't worry."
He took one last look outside the window. Su'er answered calmly. Was it his illusion?
Did a bright green flash across the highest dome just now?
When he looked closely, he found nothing.
Shaking his head and no longer thinking wildly, Su'er pulled the window back. Although the work ahead sounded very heavy, for now, he would start with the most basic thing.
---Put on some clothes.
Su'er really wanted to use the phrase "time flies" to describe his life during this period. At first, he remembered carving a mark on a stone slab every day, but after a long time, he unconsciously forgot about it. He would only symbolically carve a few marks on that stone slab when he occasionally remembered.
He was so happy, so good, so joyful that he completely forgot about time. If he was counting the days every day in a difficult situation to record his existence, where every mark meant that he had survived another day, then now, this perfect life had made Su'er too lazy to do those things.
But even with this kind of on-and-off record, when Su'er suddenly had the urge to count one day, he was surprised to find that there were already more than 300 marks on it. If he were to estimate the number of times he was too lazy to carve - it had already been almost two years?
Suddenly discovering this shocking fact, Su'er was a little surprised, but when he thought about it carefully, it didn't seem so surprising.
These two years of good times were the best days he had lived since he came to this world. He did not lack food, and the food he ate was even quite exquisite; he didn't have to worry about the danger of losing his life, and he could sleep soundly and deeply; he also didn't have to endure the gloom and damp emptiness of the dark cave. As long as he wanted to, the warm sunlight could shine on his body.
Even the 'work' that made him too busy to eat was something he enjoyed. When he saw the things from his previous life that were perfectly recreated, Su'er would feel exceptionally satisfied. It was not only because these were things that he had recalled in detail many times and that he had made with Think and Jibril, but also because of a sense of identity.
The agreement he had made with Think during the crisis was also carried out well. According to what Think told Su'er, she sent the Elf to put a lot of food and warm supplies in a Elf ruin that had been destroyed, and then secretly guided the human expedition team to discover those supplies. This way, those humans would only think that they were very lucky and would not think that they had been discovered by other races.
Anyway, there were many such ruins in the great war, so it wouldn't seem out of place. Su'er felt that Riku would not choose to leave those supplies there out of caution - and this was also proven to be the case.
He no longer had to worry about the food for the constantly growing population of the settlement. Riku and Couronne must also be much more relaxed, right?
Thinking of this, Su'er couldn't help but smile.
Oh, right. Speaking of which, he had to mention the Elf.
After Think got rid of the elf-sealing ring, she easily restored her contact with the Elf city - that's not quite accurate. This light golden-haired Elf disappeared for a long time, but then one morning, she suddenly appeared at the door of the wooden house when Su'er had accepted the fact that she would not return to this abandoned city.
At that time, Su'er had just finished breakfast and was about to go to the door to take a bath.
And in Su'er's shocked eyes, this Elf walked into the room with her various research equipment, and she had been staying in the wooden house until today.
[Being a Flower Crown Lord is too time-consuming~, and it's too boring, so I just faked my death~]
This was the sentence that left the deepest impression on Su'er at that time.