“The people that walked in darkness have seen a great light; and they that dwell in the land of the shadow of death, upon them hath the light shined.” 清晨漫着的雾气还未散去,微曦的晨光下,黑发的少年已经捧着一本书认真的读起来。 当读到这一段吟唱般赞美光明神的内容时候,少年形状美好的唇弯起弧度。他用两根修长的手指捻着书页的一角,翻过去,再看到第一行的时候,终于忍不住轻轻念出来,带着一丝若有若无的、模糊的味道:“For God so loved the world(神爱世人)……”
卡斯帕尔即使可以通过上辈子的魔法原理知识疏通魔力,但是他不会也不屑这么做。 他翻开着可笑的教材,却忍不住轻轻念出声来。 “amazing grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me. i once was lost but now i'm found, was blind but now i see. “t'was grace that taught my heart to fear. and grace my fear relieved how precious did that grace appear, the hour i first believed. “through many dangers, toils and snares we have already come t'was grace that brought us safe thus far and grace will lead us home……” 卡斯帕尔猛然停下来,他仿佛捕捉到了什么。那玄妙的想法却在脑海中一闪而逝。 冷静下来,卡斯帕尔。 他告诉自己,灵感这种东西越是想要抓住就越费劲。 他静下心来,将这首词在嘴里反复的回味,一遍又一遍。他不再刻意变幻节奏或者强弱。一如读一首赞美诗般顺着音调、唱歌一般的轻轻诵读。