Chapter 41: The death of the poet (6)

In the center of the hall, there is a lone well, bathed in the cold moonlight.
Moonlight spilled from the hollowed-out window in the dome.
The pure white rose protruded from the well, all the way up and up, until it was out of the window, but it still left a gap for the moonlight. The flower window is facing the wellhead, and the moonlight is like a spotlight on the stage, illuminating the well alone and waiting for people to explore.
Tang Cuo and Jin Cheng walked to the well, looked inwards together, and finally saw water for the first time in this country of Yinyin.
The rose grows in the water, so deep that no roots can be seen.
Spiraling vines are covered with spikes, but the blooming flowers are pure white, covered with branches. Its branches are not thick, and it is hard to imagine that this rose has spread all over the city.
Tang Cuo is very certain that the entire country of the moon is this rose.
He can sense it.
"There is no trigger, it seems that something else needs to be done." Jin Cheng did not reach out to touch the rose very consciously, he looked at Tang Cuo, "for example-to break the magic."
Tang Cuo understood and took out small golden scissors.
The rose is a boss, and once Jin Cheng’s arrow can be broken, the system’s intention to give this pair of scissors is obvious. And if Lancelot's wish is to bring the flowers back to the country of Yueyin, then Tangcuo can't destroy them completely.
After weighing, Tang Cuo picked a rose closest to him, and cut it out carefully and carefully.
"Ka." A rose fell on the palm of Tang Cuo, there was no bleeding at the fracture, and there was no riot or riot in the vines. Just when the two suspected that nothing had happened, the well of time suddenly made waves.
The two of them looked towards the well, but they saw that the water on which the vines were growing instantly glowed and dazzled. Tang Cuo quickly reached out to cover, and after a few seconds of blindness, there was a sudden laughter and the clamor of the vague market in his ear.
He looked subconsciously, and finally there was a light and shadow beating in front of him.
"Hey, Jack, didn't you bring your harp out? Today is the Hanazuki Festival, isn't it a good time to perform!"
"Beautiful Cecilia, you are such a kind-hearted girl, thank you for your bread. Today, old John is on bed again, we hurried out, afraid of missing a good time to fetch water, why not forget to have breakfast? ."
"Toke! Toke! Are the fireworks ready, Toke!"
"I heard that Mr. Gilbert finally came back in Huachai Festival. I think the hair accessories I brought him must have arrived. If my sister receives this gift, she will be the happiest girl in Huachai Festival. "
Different words, one after another cheerful tone, flooded Tang Cuo's surroundings. He stood motionless, watching the blurry light and shadow in front of him become strange and familiar people, like a horse lantern.
Cecilia is a pretty girl with blonde hair in a long dress.
Little Jack is the same as in the picture, but more energetic.
Tok had drunk, drunk, no wonder he forgot where he put the key of the toy box.
The blind Billy was still sitting at the door, always looking at the lamp on the street.
The Sicilian Continental Festival on September 1st, 1228, was very vividly displayed in front of Tangcuo.
He didn't try to reach out or touch anyone's name. Those figures ran far in front of him, or walked through him like fog, letting him know that all this was a phantom.
Jin Cheng did not know where he went.
For a long time, Tang Cuo's eyes suddenly showed cracks like a glass mirror. In the sound of "click", the cracks became bigger and bigger and crisscrossed.
It also turned into fragments and peeled off.
The truth of everything appears in front of us.
It was still the empty hall with only the well of time, and the pure white rose was still blooming in the hall, but a coffin appeared beside the ancient well.
The coffin was close to the wellhead. Someone was sitting close to the coffin with a closed eye, a broken knight's armor, long silver hair, and a few drops of blood on his handsome face. The color was bright and still alive.
The pure white rose is in his heart.
Not from the well.
The whole hall is a huge magic array. The golden pattern slowly emerges as Tangcuo approaches, and the heart of the magic array is the well.
Jin Cheng seemed to come a step earlier than Tang Cuo, standing beside the coffin and asking "Who do you think he is?"
"Theodore."
A ring belonging to Lancelot named Nightingale was worn on Tang Cuo's hand, and he saw the handsome but strange face, and an indescribable sadness wrapped his heart.
He looked at the coffin again. In the coffin, Lancelot lay quietly, with the broken harp next to him.
The death of the poet.
Now there is another one, the death of the knight.
"It is the rose. There is a badge of the rose on the armor of his chest." Jin Cheng showed a rare positive color, crouched down and carefully looked at the family badge, and repeatedly determined that it was not a rose, but a rose.
The rose is Theodore, so it is in his heart.
Lord Duke of the Hundred Flowers Kingdom, the family badge is not surprising at all.
Tang Cuo was silent, his mood was affected, and the indescribable sadness made it difficult for him to think calmly. Lancelot's wish is to bring the most beautiful flower in the world back to the country of Yueyin. Now the flower is blooming and the wish is fulfilled.
So did Theodore bring his body back and fulfill his lifelong wish?
But who killed them again?
Did Lancelot return here after his death, or did he come back in order to prevent the rose sect's ambition?
The thoughts were too complicated, and Tang Cuo forced down the sadness in his heart, and his eyes slowly moved to Theodore's sword. It was a simple knight sword with a black shape and a silver blade.
The ghost was so bad that Tang Cuo stooped to pick up the sword. At the moment of grasping, a force came from the palm of his hand, washing Tang Cuo's limbs and bones, making him almost unable to stand still.
Jin Cheng's eyes quickly supported his arm, Shen Sheng said, "What's wrong?"
Tang Cuo shook his head. The sadness and power in his heart made him have to stand against Jin Cheng, but his eyes were still fixed on Theodore.
Who is the main character of this copy?
At first, Tangcuo thought it was Lancelot, but now he thinks it is Theodore.
The next second, the magic array shimmered. Theodore and Lancelot's flesh began to dissipate into light spots and dissipate, like dust in the wind and fireflies under the moonlight. Gradually, only scarred bones remained.
The dusty times are back.
The palace was covered with dust, and the windows above the head were covered with wind and rain, and even the well of time itself was covered with moss. The only constant is the pure white rose, which is entangled with dead bones, and cares for the old coffin. It goes all the way up and up, and drills out the flower windows until it fills the city.
"Go out and see." Tang Cuo took a breath, his eyes firm.
Jin Cheng originally wanted him to sit down and rest, but looking at his eyes, he said nothing, and walked out of the palace with him. The dilapidated gate opened again, the dust shook down, and there were even many cobwebs.
But neither of them dialed it, because everything in front of them was so shocking that they left their footsteps in place, and did not move forward.
The bones everywhere.
The Sicilian Continental Festival on September 1, 1228 was originally a day of national celebration. Some people prepared fireworks, some people put on beautiful skirts, some people waited for a letter from afar, and some people were thinking about sending a hair accessory to their sister.
The festival ribbons are still hanging on the tree. The tree withered and people died. The food stalls along the street were no longer patronized. The musical instruments in the corners were also covered with thick gray.
It took a long time for Tangcuo and Jin Cheng to move forward and walk slowly past the bones that were either stacked together or scattered everywhere. They sometimes stop to take a look, picking up something next to the bone.
That might be a crutch for blind Billy.
Maybe it was a lace hair band by Cecilia.
If there are not 99 branch tasks, Tang Cuo thinks that his pace will not hesitate.
From the palace in the center of the city to the tower in the west of the city, Tang Cuo and Jin Cheng walked for a full hour and a half. The tower had fallen, and the bronze bell hanging on the top of the tower fell on the ruins, covered with green rust.
The rose climbed over the ruins and embraced the bronze bell. The picture was rundown and beautiful.
Coming to Mr. Gilbert's carriage, a white bone lay half on the open carriage, with a sword inserted in the rib gap. Jin Cheng pulled the sword out, rubbing the logo of the pentagram inlaid with roses on the hilt, a cold light in his eyes.
The closer to the city wall, the more yellow sand in the city. The rose protects the city, but in the end it is impossible to protect it from the wind. At this time, I don’t know how long it has been since 1228. Perhaps a hundred years later, the country of the moon will be completely buried by the yellow sand, and even the rose will no longer exist. .
At the moment when he climbed the city wall, Tang Cuo and Jin Cheng looked back at the desert city, and the sound of system broadcast finally sounded again.
"Traveler in a foreign land."
"When you reach the end of this time, when you pick up the long sword that symbolizes courage and justice, please keep your blood hot and firm in your heart, and don't forget where you came from."
"Now let us return to the beginning of everything."
"Ding!"
"Congratulations to the players who successfully completed the serial mission "The Land of the Moon" The death of the first ring of poets. The difficulty is ordinary. The completion of the side mission is 100. The rating is a. The character points are 2.
"Please check the system panel for personal rewards."
"Welcome back to Yongye City!"
After the familiar darkness, Tangcuo returned to the room on East Cross Street.
This time he didn't rush to check the reward. He sat in the room for a long time, and didn't open the system panel until the sadness in his heart faded away.
There are a lot of grids popped up this time, but most of them are rewards for side quests. The items marked with quests cannot be used under other conditions.
In addition to these, there is no limit to the conditions of use.
A white rose
Classified material
Rare quality
Describe Theodore's rose, contains a very high time magic.
Ruling Sword
Classified weapon
Quality Legend
State bound
Describes the sword of the Lord Duke Theodore of the Hundred Flowers Kingdom, which has the blessing of the 13th generation elf king Mi Miye, with enchanted weapons (damaged). It is rumored that when ruling that Sheng Hui shines on the earth, all darkness will disappear.
Both items are of high quality, but one is temporarily unavailable and the other is damaged. Tang Cuo is not sure how much power the damaged Sword of Judgment can exert, but compared to the Goblin Sword, the legendary weapon is still looking forward to.
Can it be repaired? In other words, it can be used as well as bluffing.
In addition, there are magical skills such as "fireball", which has given Tang Cuo the title of "apprentice magic apprentice". These skills are followed by proficiency, which should be the key to skill upgrading.
Returning to the character panel, plus this reward, Tangcuo has a total of 16.
Now that the number of battles in the future has been determined, he no longer keeps the points, 10 points are added to the force value, 4 points are added to the intelligence, and the charm value is temporarily not considered. Buy medicines at the remaining 2 o'clock just in case.
After he finished this, Jin Cheng also came, holding the broken harp in his arms. If Tang Cuo did not remember, the piano should be in Lancelot's coffin.
Tang Cuo "You got it?"
Jin Cheng "What is my image in your heart?"
Tang Cuo "an image of Jin Cheng."
Jin Cheng "One?"
What is Jin Cheng's image?
The thief does not go short, Jin does not keep his hand.
Tang Cuo didn’t want to discuss the wording problem with him. He was afraid of causing war, so he took out a bundle of spider silk and put it on the table.
Jin Cheng raised his eyebrows and knew in his heart that he wanted to change the subject, but the spider silk really caught his attention. Advanced spider silk may be able to repair the strings.
"The little harp is rewarded for the task." Jin Cheng generously collected the spider silk and said, "Now the situation is a bit wonderful. You took Theodore's sword. I took Lancelot's piano. Guess what. What will the second ring be?"
Tang Cuo "Role-playing. Two-player mode, back to where everything started, that is the first encounter."
Jin Cheng smiled, leaned against the window and glanced down, said, "Now it seems that this first ring is just an introduction, as long as it is detailed enough, it is basically not difficult. The next ring will definitely open a new map, role-playing is not easy to do, once deviated The plot will be punished, ranging from injury to death."
Tang Cuo "What punishment?"
Jin Cheng "Cracked by thunder."
Tang Cuo "..."
In fact, Jin Cheng had a little regret why Tangcuo was not Lancelot. He still wanted to hear him sing. He heard that it was so bad. Hell singing, life in the clue.
"Tell you a secret."
"what?"
"I happened to have a role-playing copy with Leng Miao before. I'm a hero and he's Huakui."
"..."
Miao Miao wants to kill you, it seems not surprising now.
Tang Cuo became more and more determined that he could never show his survival assessment report to Jin Cheng. At the end, he remembered another thing. "We have been in the copy for so many days, have the people in the prison come out?"
Jin Cheng spread his hand, "Most people are coming out, so let's honestly stay on East Cross Street to do serial tasks. I don't have a second movement."
As the voice fell, Jin Cheng sent a signal flare towards the window.
Tang Cuo's eyelids jumped, "What are you doing?"
Jin Cheng smiled, "I made a deal with the owner of the Ruby Tavern. Whenever someone got out of jail, I wrote it down and put it into a list. I can't tell him now that I am back? Let him send it to me."
Tang Cuo has nothing to say.
The instructor had just said that he would honestly stay on East Cross Street to save his life. When he turned his head, he told the enemy that I was back with great fanfare, for fear that others would not know.
stimulate.