The garden built with bricks and stones towers over the boundless world. Looking out from the steps where the black-haired young man is standing, he can only see the endless gray-black stretches under the blood moon.
At the highest point, there seemed to be a bell tower-like structure, its spire almost touching the scarlet disk in the sky.
But the fog made everything blurry.
Yager looked sideways: "Where is that place?"
It does look familiar, but also a little weird, as if these vague buildings should be somewhere else.
But the memory seems to have completely shut down, unable to provide any clues.
".Does the Healing Church belong there too?"
After a moment of silence, he couldn't help but add.
The weapons and blood syringes that can be taken out at any time are the main sources for him to understand his past. Obviously, the name of this church is mentioned repeatedly in it, and it is the manufacturer of many items.
Miss Doll's flawless perfect jaw tightened slightly: "Yes, kind hunter."
"But I'm sorry, I can't tell you any further information, as your existence may undergo unknown changes."
"I don't want to ruin your original plan."
"Do you want to go into the workshop and take a look? It has always remained the same. Maybe you are willing to draw some new inspiration from yourself before victory."
She politely declined the hunter's inquiry.
Miss Doll's dark golden eyelashes trembled slightly, making her azure eyes sparkling. If someone who was familiar with her in the past saw it, they would think that this lady was unconsciously guilty.
However, I won't be bothered.
After all, Miss Doll is a doll, so what selfish motives can she have?
She folded her hands as always and stared at her hunter.
"Okay." Yager, who was unaware of this, sighed and did not continue to ask.
Miss Doll bowed gracefully in front of him and walked up the steps of the only building in the center of the garden. After returning the bow, the black-haired young man followed her.
The room that had not been visited for many years finally received its owner again.
The decoration of the workshop is similar to the style of the nobles of Backlund. From the entrance, the dark red carpet is spread all the way inward, extending to the smooth carved goddess statue at the end.
In front of the statue, there is a gorgeous wooden altar, covered with the same crimson rune cloth as the ground. Countless pure white candles are burning on the table, surrounding a large area of dried blood in the center, revealing a strange aura.
On the left and right walls, there are various weapons hanging, including silver bows and arrows, as well as thick and thick sword scabbards with complicated patterns.
Behind the dark black storage box at the entrance is a workbench filled with dazzling tools. There are even a few dark red gemstones on it, exuding a unique texture.
A pure black trench coat stained with dark red blood was draped on the seat.
Everything reveals the breath of life.
It was as if the owner of the house had started an ordinary day, but something urgent happened. He put down his belongings and prepared to pack them up when he came back.
Then, he never came back.
Without exception, they brought deep emotions to Yager.
Is it sadness or nostalgia?
This seems to be the hometown that I couldn't return to on time.
The bright black eyes of the black-haired young man slowly dimmed, and long-lasting emotions surged into his heart, making him feel a sense of sadness and think of his possible past.
Why did the hunter who ended the nightmare by hunting monsters become a new life form?
After the victory, there was an ending that even I didn't expect.
"Kind hunter, all your original items are saved here. Past runes can be replaced at the altar, and weapons can also be modified at the workbench."
"Hopefully, this helps you find value in the waking world."
Miss Doll softly introduced the furnishings in the room, and then stood quietly aside, waiting for the hunter's action.
Just like in the past.
The outskirts of Backlund, the prince's residence.
After the Great Smog Incident in the East District, Prince Edsac became a victim of the action just as the royal family planned. But the difference was that because the royal family and the Witch Cult did not succeed, they were not killed in a hurry.
Instead, it was put under house arrest to wait for the next use.
But Triss Cheek didn't want to end up like that.
In the splendid bedroom of the manor, Triss paced anxiously in the room, waiting for the rescue she had prepared.
"Do you really think you can succeed?" Prince Edsac half leaned on the bed and looked at her and asked in a low voice.
"You have asked this question a dozen times! I told you, I have already planned it." Triss glared at him irritably, her beautiful eyes full of anger, "Otherwise, what else can we do? You...
The prince has no power, the royal family and the witch sect are ready to give up on us, and the next incident will be the day of our death."
"Do you really want to wait for death in the manor with me, caressing each other?"
When Edsac Augustus heard this, his expression was uncontrollably distorted and embarrassed.
After all, who would have thought?
Before the great smog incident ended, the princess he fell in love with sincerely told him that she was a boy!!
male?!
Despite the storm, he never thought he would be good at fencing!
Thinking back to his disbelief and shock when he heard it, Edsac still felt suffocated.
The original "he chases him and flees" has taken on an ominous color.
"Ahem, I just think that the rescue you want to rely on is not reliable. After all, we can't predict high-sequence thinking. Maybe in their eyes, we are just some useful consumables." Edsac coughed.
Cover up your embarrassment.
But this only gave Triss a chill: "Don't talk to me like this! I told you, I'm not a woman!"
"As for rescue, you don't have to worry about that. I have my own extraordinary items as a backup plan. Even if that high-sequence person is not prepared to help me, I can at least escape from Backlund."
"Seeing as you once wanted to let me go, I will try to come back and help you."
At the end of the sentence, her tone was a little awkward.
As Tris, the instigator of criminals, he never expected to form friendships or cooperate with others.
In this warm room where the two of them had rolled around countless times, the two of them looked at each other in silence, their eyes full of complex emotions.
There was a knock on the door at this time.
"Miss Chik, it's me, Talim." A low male voice came from outside the door.
Triss suddenly broke away from the gaze. Thinking of what she had done, her face became a little ugly. She avoided Edsac's sight and quickly pulled out her suitcase from under the coffee table.
"I'm leaving. You should pay attention to yourself."
She lowered the brim of her hat, wore a simple linen work uniform, quietly opened the door and walked out.
Edsac stared at her leaving figure quietly.
(End of chapter)
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