The mask maker worked very quickly, and soon all three masks were sewn.
"Is this the container?" Lu Zhengkang asked.
The producer suddenly realized that the mask on his face had been taken off at some point, and he took a mask from the messy operating table in a panic and put it on.
He breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Not yet, but the missing steps are not necessary."
“What steps are still missing?”
"The will of the White King!" the masker recalled, "That was before, when my elders were recruited to participate in that great plan. The craftsmanship of the mask has been passed down. The last step is to give a strong will to bind the mask.
The lower body!”
"So this step can be completely omitted?"
"Yes, it's not necessary. Worm's finished product is outstanding, but after all, it goes against nature."
Lu Zhengkang had heard of Worm, an ancient god at the same level as Radiant. The flying catkins on the edge of the kingdom were the debris that fell off the body. And the King of Hallownest was said to be the reincarnation of Worm.
The history of the past is hidden in the clouds, and insiders are often unwilling to reveal the details.
Lu Zhengkang asked curiously, "Who is Wumu?"
The maker shook his head and pushed the three masks to Lu Zhengkang without saying a word.
The three masks reflected a radiant and warm luster under the weak light, but their styles were different, and could even be said to be quite different.
The one on the left looks like an inverted melon seed with two eye holes, a very classic alien face.
The one on the right is as round as a moon wheel, with two pairs of round eye holes arranged in a field shape. It looks very strange, more like a colander than a mask.
The one in the middle is the strangest and most hideous one. It is rectangular like a tombstone, and densely packed with large and small eye holes that divide the entire mask extremely thoroughly, like a net, like a hollowed-out tree trunk, or like rotten canvas shoes.
The appearance alone has nothing to do with the mask, but the hollow eyeholes do not transmit light and can actually serve as a cover.
Lu Zhengkang felt helpless. He pointed to the one in the middle and asked, "Why are there such ugly masks?"
The mask maker spread his hands, and his long arms stretched out and directly touched the walls on both sides. The sharp carapace scraped against the rocks, making a squeaking sound.
"This is determined by the roots you brought. Since you said you don't require a style, then make it according to the most natural appearance of the rhizome. From this root, I saw countless warriors, they were roaring, fighting, and dazzling.
Under the sharp edge, they die and live again, living toward death, like the shadow of a flame, hot and oppressive."
When Lu Zhengkang heard this, he immediately felt familiar with this strange mask.
But before he put away the mask, there was one more thing he had to ask.
"Do you know that you have been eroded by nothingness?"
"Of course! This is a wonderful thing!"
Lu Zhengkang was shocked.
The masker seemed to be here to talk about sex. "The void projected a lot of horrific scenes in my mind. These are the inspiration for my mask creation! Look," he pointed at the scattered masks on the ground and stretched out his hand like turning the pages of a book.
He found a few of them and held them up to Lu Zhengkang to see, "These shapes! How beautiful! The meaning of masks is to add an extra layer of decoration to the natural face. You see," he put those exaggerated and weird masks
Handed over one by one, "These horns and eyes all have special symbols..."
"A bug can use a mask to add or subtract features to itself. What a wonderful tool it is! So beautiful, and what an elegant sight to the world!"
Lu Zhengkang saw black tears dripping from the lower edge of the mask on the maker's face, but the mask still maintained its original image and did not become distorted by the owner's emotional fluctuations. This perfect
Disguise has a more realistic effect besides aesthetic significance.
Lu Zhengkang interrupted the producer's tirade, "Hey! If you need it, I can help you get a white root system, and you can make a container mask for yourself..."
The producer shouted, covering Lu Zhengkang's words. He was exuding violent pheromones. A pair of long arms swung, making a rattling sound on the ceiling. The light fly lantern was thrown and began to swing around.
The shadows in the room suddenly seemed to come alive, growing and shortening, one after another, and the atmosphere suddenly became extremely tense.
"No need! The master of the deep nest has fallen into a deep sleep, and all we need to do is wait..." He suddenly realized his gaffe and slowed down, "Sorry, I am now
I'm not very good at grasping my emotions. I often get very excited and lack of self-cultivation. Please forgive me." He sighed, "As for the container mask, I don't need it. Void erosion is not a big deal. On the contrary, it protects my dreams. Without a unified will, the void is very
Safety."
Lu Zhengkang gently released his hand holding the bone nail, then stepped forward and took away the three masks, "I feel relieved to hear you say that. It's getting late and it's time for me to leave. Please take care of yourself."
The mask maker's true emotions were hidden under the mask and could not be seen clearly. He nodded to Lu Zhengkang, waved his hand, then picked up the chisel and paintbrush, and started making the mask again. He wanted to remove all the reasons in his mind.
Beauty, fear, tenderness, violence, conservatism, depression... contradictory emotions collide and spark sparks of inspiration, all made into masks.
Titicaca, muttering, this place is often full of noise, Lu Zhengkang stuffed the mask into the pocket containing Geo, and left slowly.
…
The next step is to go back to the Forgotten Crossroads, give the masks to Nati and Paya, and then maybe take a rest, and then find a way to enter the abyss.
The door to the abyss has been sealed and requires the King's Mark to open.
This is where Lu Zhengkang gets into trouble.
He can find the King's Mark by himself, but he will probably be hindered. This obstacle is the Queen of Hallownest, Queen Wasp, who is known as Miss Sister in the world.
Lu Zhengkang certainly doesn’t want to be hostile to Wasp, not only because she is the protagonist of the sequel to Hollow Knight, but also because she is a very lovable character. Her fighting style is like a butterfly walking through flowers, which is pleasing to the eye. Her petite body carries a heavy mission, and later on she
It is hard not to be impressed by such a tough and tenacious character who sacrifices family ties and even himself for the sake of justice.
Then the only option is to choose the second path.
Wait for the little knight to open the door.
Lu Zhengkang thought about it, while the little knight didn't get the Mark of the King, he could breathe a sigh of relief. He was always running around, and it was time to enjoy life. Then he would go to the City of Tears to soak in the hot springs, listen to music, or go to Temouth.
It is also a great pleasure to exchange sword skills with the Bone Nail Sage.
The more I thought about it, the more beautiful it became. The deer was happily heading towards the crossroads.
