The little knight walked into Zemor's residence, and was awakened by the sound of footsteps.
She was stunned for a while, then slowly and bit by bit let out painful howls, as if the painful memories in her heart were overwhelming her like a raging tide.
"Ahhh...this world, this cruel and sinful world. Why should I wake up, why should I persist?"
Zemor looked down at the little knight, his clear and cold eyes seemed to be tinged with sorrowful frost through the mask.
"Little guy, you must know far less tragedy than I do. True love is separated by Yin and Yang, and we will never see each other again. My lover has passed away for a long time, lying in a distant place, buried. Buried among her hated people.
, they do not recognize our union and reject me... this outsider."
The little knight raised his head and listened quietly.
There seemed to be a kind of implicit encouragement in his silence, and the gray mourner felt a look of pity. This kind of innocence was like the warm sun of melting snow in winter for desperate people. She was both excited and sad at the same time.
"Is this okay?... Oops. Can I make a request? Can I trouble you?"
The little knight nodded slightly.
"Stranger, can you lay a gift for me at her grave? It is a small gift, but the journey is long. She rests among her kindred, near the queen's green garden. Can you do it? Perhaps it is impossible.
mission?”
She murmured to herself, "Am I crazy? A stranger willing to accept such a request must have an almost forgotten kindness in his heart."
The gray mourner took out a small flower from under his robe, with a cherished and sad attitude. The small flower was fluttering slightly, fresh and soft, not vulnerable to the wind, bright but not charming.
Like the bells under the eaves of an ancient temple.
The little knight took the little flower and felt the powerful power hidden in it. The most delicate thing carries the heaviest emotion. This is love.
"Stranger, you have promised me a favor that can only be met but cannot be asked for. This is my last request. I will not ask for more. You have to offer the flower of the Holy Spirit. This flower is rare, delicate and unique. You must be good.
Cherish it and treat it as your own heart. If you are injured while carrying the sacred flower, or try to take a bumpy journey with the teleportation beast, it will be destroyed. Her tomb is in the queen's overgrown
In the middle of the plant's mansion. Surrounded by her tribe, they will be very hostile to your intrusion. Be more careful. My hopes and eager expectations are placed on you, hoping to give me a small comfort.
"
The little knight sets out.
Hike through most of Hallownest.
Resting place.
Blue Lake.
Crossroads of infection.
Mist Canyon.
Queen's Garden.
Kill powerful enemies who have lost their minds.
Avoid the traps.
His steps were quick and steady, he held a flower in one hand and a sword in the other, making him invincible and unstoppable.
In a narrow cave somewhere in the Queen's Garden, there is a small paradise-like place.
The light shines from the top of the cave, and among the painful thorns everywhere, there is a tombstone wrapped in vines.
There is an inscription on it.
"Here lies the traitor's child."
The little knight gently placed the flowers in front of the tombstone, and the sacred flowers seeped into the ground.
The vines wrapped around the tombstone bloomed with heavy flowers, standing proudly in the wind.
A thin figure appeared on the tombstone, it was a mantis tribesman. She bowed her head to greet the little knight, and then disappeared into the vast sky.
The Knight returns to the Gray Mourner's abode.
As soon as she saw the little knight, she was surprised and said: "Stranger, you did it? Really? I thought the cruelty of this world was unstoppable. But stranger, you have such a compassionate heart. Even if my lover is dying,
You can also feel my thoughts in it.”
Zemore leaned back in contentment, her tone filled with relief and ease, "Right, stranger? Can this grief end? Can I be free?" She sighed deeply, "Ah, love. It's time for me to end too.
.”
Light from nowhere illuminated her body, and she melted into a bright, clear, clean light that made people feel moved and yearned for.
A fragment of the container mask was left on the spot, and the little knight picked it up and incorporated it into his own mask.
What to do next?
He didn't know, but he knew there was someone he wanted to thank.
He went to the grave of Zemore's lover again and picked flowers from the vine beside the grave.
For the first one, he found Lu Zhengkang, who was devouring souls in the deep nest, and gave the flower to him.
"What a beautiful power this flower hides. It's so pure. I like it very much. Thank you."
The second one he gave to Mrs. White.
"Ah, it makes such a precious gift, but, alas, I will not accept it. This flower does not belong to me, nor to this kingdom. It is carried by a dear and good knight from a peaceful land,
After a long journey to get here, there is a rare power hidden in these fragile petals. If anyone carries it with them, they must not realize its precious nature..."
The third flower he gave to one of his swordsmanship teachers, Bone Nail Master Oro. Although he expressed disdain, he still secretly put the flower in the vase after the little knight left.
…
It's a pity that the elder worm is not here. He left with the evacuation team. After all, he is also a worm who cherishes his life.
The evacuating team took away many old friends, and the little knight still had many flowers that he had not been able to send out, but he probably would never be able to send them out.
Lu Zhengkang gently sniffed the white flowers in his hands, holding the handle and turning it gently, like a small windmill, like a lost dream of childhood. There was beautiful light in the flower, holy light, completely different from the dark void.
This beautiful light power is purer than radiation and more natural than void.
The little knight came to the garbage pit of the royal sewer, used a simple key to release the God Seeker from a dark gold coffin, and picked up the God Tuner that fell on the ground.
When the god-seeker woke up, the little knight gave him the flower he had not given away.
"Tribute? Ah, the reptiles offer us tribute. A rare bloom, tiny and pure. But there is no divinity. No piety. But... what does the reptile want in return? Touch it? Touch our thick
And the shining body? Or do you want to admire? Appreciate our delicate face under the mask? What a strange wish! No. No! The reptile is too presumptuous. The gift belongs to us. We will keep it. Our secrets still need to be kept.
reserve."
He murmured, "Gods. They take on many appearances. And what about this flower? Is it a fragment? A reject? Or the waste of a greater being? No, there is no tune. If it sings... we
I can’t hear it either.”
Lu Zhengkang murmured: "Can I draw the power from it? It is so bright, but so incompatible with the void. Maybe I should understand it from the perspective of the soul?"
Lu Zhengkang lay down and fell into a deep sleep.
In his dream world, under the protective layer of the outer membrane of the white container, the once golden dream arena has disappeared, replaced by a vast black platform, with a black egg standing erect in the center of the platform.
Total consciousness is conceived and hatched in the black egg.
Just waiting for an opportunity to break out of the shell.
Lu Zhengkang has been waiting, and now his sleep is just sleep. He hopes that he can wake up in the dream world. For this reason, he absorbs a large number of residual dreams of soldiers on the battlefield in the deep nest, but they are like rivers flowing into the sea, and their memories and energy are all gone.
Being absorbed by the black eggs and turned into nutrients, there is no change except for increasing the total amount of his soul.
