The final chapter of the first volume: Do you remember love?
Chapter 688 The final chapter of Volume 1: Do you remember love?
At the same time, Rome.
Merlin, who stayed at Brindisi Castle, and Merlin's assistant Lianyin, were busy packing up the temporary magic laboratory and preparing to return to the Magician's Tower.
"Aren't you going to celebrate His Majesty King Arthur, Master Mage?" Lianyin asked casually while packing up various spell scrolls.
"Let's settle things here before we go." Merlin sneered, "They are setting off salutes and fireworks over there, so it must be very noisy at this time. I don't like noisy environments."
Go back to Arthur when the heat of the matter cools down, he won't mind. Anyway, using the teleportation spell will take you a moment."
The female assistant shrugged, saying there was nothing the Master could do.
(He's actually just shy.)
"Everything is packed, come on." Merlin unloaded all his belongings in the huge spell amplification array, called Lianyin, and prepared for a large-scale teleportation.
"Uh, wait a minute, I want to keep this scroll--" Girl Patimo leaned over and picked up a small scroll on the ground. It was an ancient scroll that was almost weathered, and it recorded many rough ancient stories.
magic.
The mage looked disapproving: "There is already a handwritten copy of that kind of thing---"
"I know, but it still has its historical value..."
Ding! There was a crisp sound. The moment Lianyin picked up the scroll, a small thing slipped from her hair and fell to the ground.
It was a petite and cute flower headdress. The simple and elegant shape was derived from a flower called [Breath of the Sky].
Lianyin looked at the headdress and was stunned for a long time. It was not because of the beauty and cuteness of the headdress, but because it exuded some kind of nostalgic atmosphere.
"What's the matter, Lianyin? Is there anything else I need to bring?" Merlin asked when he saw that Lianyin was in a daze.
The girl slowly picked up the headdress, her face full of confusion.
"This tiara...Have I ever had a tiara like this?"
"What are you talking about?" Merlin glanced at the flower headdress, "It's just a small headdress. It was probably given to you by some young man, right? You have a nice face, and someone is fascinated by you. How normal is that?
But that’s it.”
Lianyin was still confused.
"I want...I can't remember." Tears fell from the girl's face, "Who gave it to me, I just can't remember."
She wiped her tears: "But why...when I see this headdress, I want to cry?"
Merlin looked at Lianyin and was silent for a while.
"Master Mage...I'm sorry, please go back alone first." The girl held her headdress tightly and whispered, "I have to go to a place first."
"...Go ahead." Merlin smiled knowingly and nodded slightly: "If this is your destiny, please welcome it with an open mind."
A small farm outside London at night.
The small wooden house on the farm was the temporary residence rented by Arthur after he left the Knights of the North. It was the original "base" of the Knights of Arthur (later known as the Knights of the Holy King).
When Arthur got rich, he sold the small farm directly, and it is now Arthur's private land--although almost no one knows it.
In the darkness of the night, and in the ever-shimmering flames of London, a figure slowly walked into the small house.
The werewolf boy opened the door and wanted to take a good look at this place, the place where he had lived with everyone, before leaving.
The moment the door opened, the werewolf boy unexpectedly discovered that there were already guests in the house.
The King of Knights sat on the wooden chair in the farmhouse, waiting for Bedivere's arrival.
"Arthur?!---Oh no, His Majesty King Arthur!"
"I'm very curious, why do you know this place?" Arthur asked as soon as he opened his mouth: "This is my private land. Except for the original members of [Arthur's Knights], no one should know about this place."
The werewolf boy was silent for a while.
"Since you know, you must have had a lot of contact with my knights. But strangely, I don't know you, and I don't even have any memories related to you. This is really illogical."
(Even so.)
The werewolf boy whispered, trying to confuse the matter: "Your Majesty, it was just an accident--"
"Don't lie to me, there won't be so many accidents in this world!" The King of Knights was angry, "I must know you, you must have been here before, and you must have deep feelings for this place."
Otherwise, you would never come to such a deserted place late at night, when London is bustling with activity. ---Now, don't go anywhere, come in and sit down."
Bedivere felt embarrassed for a while, but he finally walked into the farmhouse, sat on a wooden chair, and sat face to face with King Arthur at the table.
The King of Knights turned on the chandelier on the ceiling and looked at the werewolf boy as if he were interrogating a prisoner: "Now, tell me, who are you? Where did you come from, how did you know this place; where are you going, and where are you going?"
What are you going to do?
---Tell me the truth about everything you know. If you don’t want to die, it’s best not to lie!”
Bedivere fell silent again.
(What’s the use of saying it?)
"You won't believe it..."
"It doesn't matter. Even if I can't believe it, I still want to hear it!"
It makes no sense.
The moment [truth] is blurted out, it will immediately become a little different from the real [reality].
The real reality only exists in our hearts and cannot be expressed in words.
Waves of throbbing pain entered the werewolf boy's heart, and his voice became more and more trembling: "If you can't believe it, what's the use of listening to it?"
If we don’t know each other, why say more;
Since there is no chance, why should we know each other?
The past is like an illusion, like water without a trace;
If we say goodbye today, we will become strangers forever.
Looking at Bedivere who was crying quietly in front of him, the Knight King reached out his hand and stroked the werewolf boy's head.
"In that case, that's it." Wang persuaded in a gentle tone in a low voice: "You only need to answer my one question:
---Were we ever friends?"
The werewolf boy paused for a moment, then he mustered up the courage and nodded.
Wang then asked: "So, can we still be friends?"
Tears blurred Bedivere's eyes, and he was already crying. He tried not to look so broken, and at the same time, he nodded gently.
Arthur smiled: "Well, that's good. From now on, no matter where you plan to go or what you do, please remember me as your friend. The world is not peaceful, and I hope you have a safe journey."
The King of Knights took off a Holy Spirit Diamond from the crown on his head and stuffed it into the hands of the werewolf boy.
"Your Majesty! What are you doing?!" The Holy Spirit Crown protested loudly, but its voice was only heard by Arthur--and Arthur chose to ignore it.
"This is...?"
"The gift I gave you. It will definitely bring a little convenience to your journey." The smiling face of the King of Knights quickly turned serious: "Seven years. According to my estimation, Morgan has been able to break through
The power of the World Wall only takes about seven years. During these seven years, whether you choose to live quietly or cultivate yourself well is your freedom.
But, promise me, you will definitely come back here after seven years. I need your strength, friend."
The tears that had been stopped gushed out like a missing bank, completely moistening the werewolf boy's cheeks, and quickly dripped onto the floor, the table, his sleeves, and the white diamond of the Holy Spirit.
He cherished the diamond as if he had found a treasure, and at the same time murmured in a vague voice: "I will definitely... I will come back, Your Majesty."
"Don't call me Your Majesty." The King of Knights stopped, "You always call me Arthur. From now on, when there are no other people, please continue to call me Arthur. I allow it.---Because we are friends."
Bedivere could only answer with tears.
"Then, goodbye, Bedivere." The King of Knights stood up and left, "If we are destined (Kama), I hope we can meet again in the future."
You are the clearest soul I have ever seen. No matter who you were, I am willing to trust you.
May the years retain your innocence, and may you not be contaminated by the vulgarity of the world.
---May you still be you when we meet again."
That was the most sincere blessing that Wang thought of at this moment. The amount of information contained in it was so large that even Wang himself could not fully understand it - he only knew that this was what he should say at this moment.
A few hours after Arthur left, the werewolf boy had had enough crying and walked out of the farmhouse, preparing to leave for his hometown.
Just when he thought there was nothing worth remembering here, another figure caught his attention in the flower field of the farm.
As if she was summoned, the girl waited quietly in the flower field of [Breath of the Sky]. Her figure showed a peaceful and tranquil beauty in the night.
There are countless noctilucent insects flying among the light blue flowers. The faint green light like shooting stars forms a sharp contrast with the gorgeous fireworks in the distant sky.
However, compared with the beauty of the girl, they are just a drop in the ocean.
Looking at Lianyin who suddenly appeared here, Bedivere was surprised and confused.
Not sure whether the other party still recognized him, the werewolf boy was timid and worried. He hesitated and whispered: "Lian...Lian Yin?"
"Who are you? Why do you know this place..." The girl kept staring at the hair accessories in her hands, barely looking at Bedivere.
"I'm just... passing by." The other party really didn't recognize him - the disappointed werewolf boy was about to leave.
"Please at least tell me your name." The girl seemed to be muttering to herself, but she was indeed asking a question.
"My name is..." The young man still hesitated for a moment: "My name is Bediwell. Nice to meet you."
The girl suddenly turned her head and stared at the down-and-out werewolf boy in front of her: "My name is Lianyin, and I'm glad to meet you."
She picked up the hair accessory and turned it over.
On the back of the small hair ornament, there are several small mosquito-like characters carved with a knife.
That was a mark Lianyin secretly carved in order not to forget this love. Even if fate changes and the world becomes different from before, it remains.
"It said, I love Bedivere." Lianyin's eyes gradually changed as she stared at Bedivere. Her originally mechanical and cold face became flesh and blood, full of soul.
"So, are you Bedivere? Are you the one I should love?"
Tears once again moistened the werewolf boy's eyes, and he was choked with sobs that he could not answer.
"I can't remember you, but I remember that I love you." The girl answered the question on behalf of the boy, and her eyes were moistened with tears. "Is all this just an illusion? Are you just a fictional character in my fantasy?"
?Answer me, Bediville!"
He was even more choked up and unable to speak, but he could no longer remain silent. If he didn't do something, this last chance would slip through his fingers!
He knelt down and hugged the girl tightly.
I'm not your fantasy.
---I really exist!
This familiar smell, this familiar touch, this familiar body temperature all strongly expressed the boy's speechless words to the girl.
When the girl truly felt all this, she discovered her sincerity.
Things that do not exist in memory should have never happened.
However, love exists forever. It transcends the boundaries of time, matter, and logic, and makes the impossible possible. This is love.
The girl knows that this is her true love.
She hugged the boy tightly and cried with this familiar stranger. Nothing in the world could separate them. Their love was both humble and great.
In life, there are many unsatisfactory things;
A small creature is like a leaf in the ocean, rising and falling with the waves.
However, no matter how things change, no matter how bumpy the road ahead is, please don’t forget love.
---It is the greatest miracle in the world, it can change the world.
--------------------------The first volume of "The Journey of the Light" is finished.