What I miss

It's sunny in Partington today.

The clouds were thin at night, revealing a faint moonlight, which fell over the building like a veil, casting a hazy shadow on it.

Whenever the street lights come on, the Luo family's patrol team will perform their duties and patrol the family's residence.

"There seems to be a sound over there."

As the first person spoke up, the rest of the group also noticed something was wrong. The wind stopped blowing and everything around them became as quiet as a grave.

They turned the corner and met a pair of bright red eyes. The other party looked at them quietly, as if they were the owner of this land.

She was wearing a complicated dress and holding a delicate lantern. Her body was translucent and she looked inhuman. Someone was about to launch a signal bomb, but was stopped by a cold hand.

The hand did not have the touch of a human. It was just a vague shape. This perception made the person who was touched stand on end. He turned around and punched the other person subconsciously. But when he turned around, there was nothing behind him.

"I have no hostility."

A soft and gentle voice sounded. Despite what the other party said, everyone raised their weapons at the same time and responded with the utmost caution.

Just when the two sides were about to ignite a conflict, the red-haired young man jumped down from the roof and spoke out to stop them.

"She came to see me, leave the rest to me."

The patrolmen hesitated for a moment and put down their weapons. A faint smell of blood came over them, and they realized that the girl was stepping on a person. The latter hung his head, and it was unknown whether he was dead or alive.

After seeing Aurelius, the girl showed a happy expression: "Brother Aurelius."

The red-haired young man touched her hair and said in a gentle tone: "Thank you for your hard work, Margarita. Is this the person you brought back?"

"Yes, he smells funny."

"I understand. Come with me."

The red-haired young man bent down, picked up the man, and took the girl away from them.

Only after they disappeared from view did the patrolmen start to whisper and guess each other's identities. Only one person remained silent, staring at the darkness in silence. Someone next to him poked him.

"What's wrong with you?"

It was not until then that they noticed that the other party's pupils were dilated and he was covered in cold sweat, obviously extremely frightened.

Following the line of sight, the light of the street lamp flickered in the darkness. After careful observation, the patrol team found that it was not darkness, but the faint light emitted by the eyes.

The huge packs of hounds slowly retreated, hiding themselves in the darkness, and finally disappeared. It was not until they were completely gone that everyone gasped suddenly, realizing that they were almost suffocated just now.

"There's something wrong with one of those people, do you want me to deal with it?"

"I'll leave it to you."

The girl turned and walked into the darkness. Oreius's eyes fell on the unconscious person.

"Don't pretend, you must have woken up a long time ago."

The person lying on the ground was silent for a long time, and finally slowly opened his eyes.

The red-haired young man smiled lightly, and patted the other's head with his hand, as if he were treating a pet. The cloaked man showed a contradictory expression. The rational side was resisting, but the emotional side was following. He couldn't help wanting to be recognized by the other party, and wanted to submit to the other party. The loyalty to the organization and the shackles from the blood conflicted with each other. The red-haired young man raised his eyebrows and cut his finger. The blood dripped out with an unusual fragrance, instantly melting the cloaked man's will to resist. He trembled and put his lips on it, sucking the wound like a dying plant craving for sunlight.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

The red-haired young man's voice was calm, but it made the other party kneel on the ground. At the first sight of the other party, Oreius found that this person had the smell of his blood.

The overwhelming pressure made the hooded man's heart beat wildly. The king's rage was above all else, and his instincts took precedence over his reason, forcing him to spill everything.

"…We are the experimental products made by the craftsmen using your blood as raw material. My code name is No. 112. I have enhanced my speed and stealth capabilities, so I was sent to carry out missions deep into human territory. My mission is to disrupt the activities of the church and seduce the bishops to corrupt as much as possible. In addition, the church also made a batch of medicines using your blood. I need to test the effects on humans and report back."

"You are so brave that you even dare to take my blood."

Oreius sneered, his eyes showing a bit of sharpness. The man in the cloak sweated coldly, his forehead lowered to the ground, trembling with fear and not daring to respond.

"Tell me everything else. How you got in touch with the others, what the Craftsman is like, and what's going on in the Black Mist."

"I don't know much about the other situations. Due to the pursuit of the Lord of Black Mist, our current contact with the upper level is all through a single line. In addition, the craftsman did not give us much information."

The man in the hood hesitated and lowered his voice.

"I suspect they did it on purpose."

He originally thought it was normal, but now he was shocked when he saw Orelius. The craftsmen might have guessed the disadvantages of blood products a long time ago, so they didn't tell them too much.

"How many companions can you contact now?"

No. 112 counted: "No more, no less. Even if there is such a big loophole, the craftsmen will not let go of such a useful medicine."

After all, there is only one Oreius, and as long as he is avoided, this potion can quickly produce a large number of enhancers. In the future that Mason had seen, there was also this option.

Control all humans through blood to achieve a perfect ending.

The red-haired young man sighed and said, "No wonder he has been so quiet recently. It turns out he is fighting with the craftsmen. You go back first, and then do this..."

…

On the throne, today, it was as quiet as falling snow. The threads of faith were breaking like an avalanche. The silver-haired young man listened with his ears tilted, and the pious voices turned into hatred, and then became food for the evil gods.

A faint figure stood under the throne, looked up at that figure, and let out a slight sigh.

"Honestly, I don't understand why you do this. But if it's you, there must be a reason."

"Humans cannot live by relying on God. This is my way."

The man on the throne answered.

"If they insist on staying in the cradle, I will tear apart the illusion of warmth, flatten the house of temptation, and force them to face the storms of the future. Until they grow up stumbling and stumbling, until they are able to face all difficulties and crises, this is my path."

"You, you..."

The blond knight couldn't find how to comment for a moment, and after a while, he could only helplessly say: "You will definitely be hated. Insisting on waking up a sleeping person will be regarded as the culprit. Although some people yearn to wake up, more people just want to live in a dream. The gods have always been committed to being the umbrella of mankind. They are used to living here. Anyone who wants to destroy this umbrella, including the gods themselves -"

“They will all be their enemies.”

Faith is a poison.

This is true for gods, and even more so for humans.

The blond knight looked at the other party with concern. Even though he was just a weak soul, he still tried his best to show up here to remind the other party. Canaan shook his head lightly, his tone still calm.

"That's okay, Christine. It's for the best."

"I have told many lies, but only one thing is true. I do love human beings from the bottom of my heart and am the most determined humanist. For this, I will curse them forever. I curse that human beings must break away from the embrace of the gods and become strong and fearless enough to face the wind and rain."

He raised his hand and lightly pointed at the void, withdrawing his power and curse. The androids moving around paused for a moment, and the rate at which the white crystals in their bodies processed the pollution increased rapidly, eventually stopping at a dangerous value.

The mechanic walked quickly into the warehouse, her eyes lit up, and began to coordinate with all the assembled androids.

Hypocrisy! Hypocrisy! Hypocrisy!!

Human evil flows into the body along the thread of faith, and the evil god absorbs the nutrients and falls into a deep sleep in joy.

Somewhere far away, the Monster Lord turned his head and squinted his eyes at a certain place. His gaze collided with a certain existence, implying a survey and scrutiny.

Although the opponent seemed to be doing something, its momentum did not decrease but increased, like a lurking ferocious beast, waiting for the invader to take the initiative to deliver itself into its mouth.

This is not an easy opponent to deal with. The opponent's ability is very restraining to Him. Although the human's path to becoming a god is lingering, it must be said that this is also the reason why He rushed there in the first place. Unfortunately, the human used himself as bait and still let Him lose a slight move. However, as long as he finds the portal, this problem will be solved.

He retracted his gaze and continued to walk deeper into the black mist. Mica protected him from behind, and its tentacles swayed gently with the mist, like seaweed emerging from the deep sea. He emitted a soft and broad sound that covered the entire land in front of him. The Lord of Monsters listened to his voice, neither hurried nor slow.

"Have you found it? Then go ahead."

Mica lowered her head and waited for the Monster Lord to sit on her before she swam excitedly towards her destination.

The Skeleton Lord, who was far away, sighed and gave up the cover. The breath used to cover the place faded, and the location of the portal was immediately exposed. The Monster Lord locked on the target. He took a step forward, and his figure dissipated into the mist and merged into the ubiquitous black fog.

When the aura on its body disappeared, the portal itself realized what had happened. Its wolves had fled to the end, and all that remained was death.

Looking around, there was nothing but fog all around. When the figure of the monster lord appeared in front of him, the portal itself immediately felt a great pressure. The black fog forced it to surrender, and the latter laughed in his heart, not knowing where else he could go.

If this is my end, it would be too lonely. The portal entity couldn't tell what it was thinking. It had expected this, but now it was reluctant to leave.

Now, it knew that it would die without a doubt. But before it died, it had to fulfill the promise it made to the Skeleton Lord.

Its power is stronger than all the copies, so it has explored the deepest. Even though that copy has merged the godhood of the Twin Snake God, it cannot compare with it in this respect. The former's power is more of a shadow attribute and cannot go that deep.

However, it is different if there is guidance.

This is the gift that the portal itself has carefully prepared for the Monster Lord, and it is also the one chosen to fulfill the contract. Now it can only hope that the replica will perform better and not lose here.

"Since you want to go in, then you can go in together!"

A deep roar came out of the door, turning into a whistling black mist. They surrounded the Lord of Monsters like a group of people surrounding a king, fighting against another illusory force.

The portal itself completely collapsed, and a silver key rose from it. As soon as this key appeared, it immediately responded to the special existence in the dark.

There was no light in the depths of the black fog. But at this moment, sunlight and moonlight broke through the sky at the same time.

The scale-armored sun and the eye-like moon sensed something and turned to the same side. A faint light poured down and cast on the silver key.

Above it, a door shone with silver light and slowly opened. Moonlight and sunlight intertwined into a thin gauze, weaving out the shape of the doorpost. The door was looming, as if it didn't exist here.

"The sun and the moon shine together, the gods bear witness, and the gate to the world is opened."

The Monster Master took the silver key, inserted it into the door lock, and twisted it to open it.

Inside the door, a pale light shone, woven into a veil like dusk. The Lord of Monsters passed through the veil, and the mist on his body was blown away, revealing a young face.

"Now it's your turn to be useful."

A branch suddenly appeared in his hand, with the leaves pointing somewhere. The Monster Lord followed the guidance and moved forward, ignoring the darkness inside the door.

The moment the door opened, both the craftsmen's and the replicas of the portals around the world were shattered, and the portal in Partington began to itch.

Of course, pollutants do not feel this way, it is similar to the description of humans.

Something is coming, something is opened, and it is my duty to guard it, and now the door is opened...

Hundreds of thoughts flashed through the portal's mind, like chaotic electric currents. The portal used the last bit of sanity to transport itself to the deserted wilderness. The illusory gate appeared out of thin air, and like a snake, it transformed into a darker color.

The obsidian door that made up the door panel melted a little bit, and was then firmly fixed by the jumping bright red lines, twisting continuously with each breath. But the sudden force was too huge, so it broke through the control limit of the teleportation gate. The phantom of the door opening in the air, and the door closed tightly, attracted the attention of all the bloodline people around.

"Almost late."

Fortunately, this place was not far from Partinton, so Oleus was able to rush over in the first place. He cut his wrist, and the blood merged into the door, helping the portal to suppress the raging power.

The original body was dead, and the remaining authority naturally flowed into the body of the last survivor. The portal trembled, and a silver key appeared in the center of the door.

"Lord Orelius, someone is entering the deeper part of the door."

The portal made a rapid sound, and the patterns on the door lit up one by one and turned into the shape of a chain.

"The key, he got the key. We have to stop him and not let him get through! Otherwise, otherwise——"

The sound of the portal suddenly rose, and countless knowledge surged into its head, allowing it to instinctively understand many things. The meaning of the door, what is behind the door, and what it should do next. There is also a commission from the main body, including what it will face next. And these things are integrated into the master's side through the blood connection, so that the young man also understands what to do.

It suppressed its uneasiness, and the only thing it could do now was to provide the other party with as much information as possible and let the other party solve the problem.

"Wait, can you open that door now?"

"I can try."

The obsidian door slowly opened, revealing a thin crack. The door opened very slowly, as if it weighed a thousand kilograms. And behind the door there were endless doors, overlapping one another, making the things behind them even more blurred, and only a halo of light could be vaguely seen.

The portal held its breath and sank its consciousness to the deepest point. This is the world of doors, with tens of millions of doors standing everywhere, some real and some illusory, waiting for the destined person to knock on them.

Someone had already led the way for it. The silver key emitted a dim glow, guiding it around danger and to find the door at the end.

In the deepest part of the darkness stood a door. Behind the door was a completely new world.

Ten huge stars floated in the sky, emitting the aura of the righteous gods. The dazzling light confronted the rolling black fog. The people standing in the middle of the field heard the sound and turned their heads to look at the red-haired young man who broke in.

The familiar yet strange face caught his eye, causing him to pause. The Monster Lord raised his lips and smiled, "You seem to miss your true appearance, outsider."

“…”

The red-haired young man looked at him deeply, without responding or answering. He had no intention of rushing forward. The Monster Lord raised his eyebrows. It had only been a short while since they last met, but He could feel that the other party had changed completely.

Human beings have changed so much that hundreds of years are just a blink of an eye for the Monster Lord, and in just one or two years, the other party dared to look him in the eye.

This was not a good sign. So the Monster Lord decided to crush it.

Sensing what he was about to do, the red-haired young man took a step back. The veil of light behind him led to the sky, bringing with it a breath of air.

"Make no mistake, your enemy is me."

The silver-haired god walked over, his eyes set on the Monster Lord. When he stepped into the open space, a tall wall rose up with him as the center. Under the Monster Lord's feet, countless ferocious and terrifying beasts appeared, and under his feet, groups of humans appeared. The thread of faith dimmed and flickered, and the remaining people were also panicked and shrank back because of anxiety.

Thousands of voices roared at the same time, beating the drums of war that stirred people's hearts. Figures appeared one after another on the round seats at the highest level, and the illusions either nodded in approval or shouted in encouragement. Figures appeared one after another on the twelve seats at the highest level, and except for two vacancies, the rest were facing the stars in the sky.

To be more precise, they are not stars, but the suspended kingdom of God.

The Monster Lord snorted coldly, obviously hating these high and mighty gods. But even he had to abide by the rules of the gate.

The ancient gods bet their faith on the phantoms that enter the arena to fight.

The winners climb higher, while the losers stay where they are. Only the strongest are qualified to reach the top and take down the precious treasures placed on the top. This is the Arena of the Gods.

The Lord of Monsters controls the source of the world's black fog. All monsters are born from it, and even those of bloodline cannot compete with it. The moment you confront it, you will die because of the pollution in your body. Anyone who accepts the gift of pollution will be its subordinate.

Canaan, who had just experienced a church split, was at a disadvantage. It must be said that this was the most disadvantageous way of fighting for him.

The silver-haired god's expression remained unchanged. He raised his hand, and the precarious thread of faith disappeared. Then, the god stepped down from the platform and personally took the scene.

The brilliant divine light faded, revealing the true face of the new god.

Facing the huge waves alone, he was as small as an ant about to be crushed by the rolling wheels. Abandoning his status as a god, he fought only for himself, and one person could defeat thousands of troops.

The Monster Lord looked through those eyes and met the person hiding behind them.

"How pathetic! You are still so cowardly that you dare not fight me in person."

Mason's expression remained unchanged. With a move of his consciousness, the silver-haired young man stepped forward and silently faced the Lord of Monsters. He stretched out his hand and drew a longbow from the void. An arrow automatically appeared on the string and shot into the group of monsters like a silver moon, instantly detonating a huge gust of air.

The Monster Lord narrowed his eyes, not wanting to waste any more time on him. After all, if they really had to fight, it would take a long time to decide the winner. The huge space was filled with wind and clouds, and thousands of transparent tentacles fell from the sky, piercing the ground like pillars.

Yunmu slowly rose up, and this huge monster actually covered the entire Arena of the Gods with its tentacles. Canaan avoided the attack and launched a counterattack without hesitation. Arrows rained down on the whole place, and Yunmu used her tentacles to protect the monster master tightly until the smoke cleared, and the latter was still unharmed.

At this moment, a flash of cold light passed by, and the tentacle broke with a sound. Yunmu didn't even have time to feel the pain, and the broken tentacle melted into the air.

Following the light, another guest has arrived. A petite and cute figure appeared in front of Yunmu, who felt a huge threat from her. This feeling even exceeded any previous enemy, even the Skeleton Lord.

The girl's eyes fell on Yunmu and she sighed with pity.

"The soul in you is in pain. Let me help you get rid of it."

Her hand lit up, and wherever she passed, it was like first snow melting. The hideous human face on Yunmu's body melted like grease, all of it falling into the lamp, turning into a blazing candle flame.

Mica made an angry sound. The ripples spread out, and the long tentacles lashed at the girl, but the momentum was interrupted in the middle, and it dodged the slash with a dexterity that was completely different from its body size. The black-robed doll laughed horribly, and the sickle in its hand reflected a cold light. Scarlet paint dripped from the pale mask, spreading all over the mask like blood.

The two sides engaged in a fierce battle, and the situation became tense for a while. The two vests were not affected by the pollution that the Monster Lord was most proficient in, and they were unable to defeat the Monster Lord.

No one noticed that somewhere outside the Arena of Gods was slightly lit. Following the instructions left by the original body, the portal led the red-haired young man to a deeper place.

To get deeper into this place, the first step is to pass the Arena of the Gods. The silver key is the entry qualification. Those who have the silver key will fight each other until they reach the top.

But there is another way. The gods set up a shortcut for their successors. The transporter was quick to discover this path and immediately took the shortcut.

The translucent butterflies fluttered in the air, and through the same perception, they led each other through the boundless darkness.

The power of the righteous gods permeated the air, echoing with it. The invisible road led straight to the deepest place. Dark mist was floating and surging, but fortunately the path did not branch, so there was no need to worry about getting lost.

Gradually, the surrounding mist dissipated, turning into pure black. In the silence, a subtle collision sounded as if it came from ancient times, low but clear. The red-haired young man strengthened his eyes and finally saw the object above him clearly.

Countless huge chains intertwined and stretched across the top of the head. They were made of something unknown, and the style was strange, like a group of snakes entwined together, winding into the distance. The size of the chains was enough to trigger a giant phobia in people, and any individual seemed extremely small in front of them. It was like a high god, overlooking the tiny world. It was even more difficult to imagine the purpose of these chains.

The endless darkness devoured his will, existence, and self. As Aurelius walked through it, he could not help but feel the horror of being in the Silent Mountain. In his perception, there was no living thing here, only the butterfly in front of him was struggling to move forward, following the breath of the righteous gods to lead the way.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the butterfly finally stopped and stuck to the wall in front of it. The red-haired young man reached out and touched it, only to find that it was not a wall, but a part of a chain. What was even more surprising was that there was a familiar aura on it.

Vast, vast, and full of vitality.

The abyssal atmosphere was totally different from the World Tree of a previous era.

He carefully constructed it in his mind. If he slightly changed its color and shape, wouldn't it look like a tree root?

Here? What are all these chains used to seal? It seems that it is not completed in one go, but multiple seals have been imposed. And what about the twelve gods? What role do they play in this matter?

Oreius cut his wrist and pressed it against the chain. The blood streaks spread at an extremely slow speed. The two kinds of pollution repelled each other, making a hissing sound. The power of the righteous gods flowed out from the air to provide assistance.

The eroded chain slowly moved, making room for Aurelius to squeeze through, removing obstacles one after another in this way.

Finally, he came to the center of the chain, where there was still a door. The voice of the portal was a little unclear: "No, my power can't open this door. Only someone who is recognized can open it!"

The red-haired young man thought. The butterfly flew to the door and merged perfectly. The lonely little door opened silently, and Oleus stepped into the door, and saw a very amazing scene in front of him.

It was dark inside the door. A huge chain dropped from the sky, becoming thinner and thinner at the end, and finally turning into an ordinary iron chain, piercing through a person's limbs and body, and hanging him in the air.

The shaking sound he heard was the ripples caused by the other party's occasional movements. The latter did not even have a body, and even his soul was only half broken. The power of the Twelve Gods protected him from dissipating, and the chains of the World Tree tortured him endlessly.

All these exaggerated practices were just to seal half of the soul. If the news got out, it would definitely cause a commotion. The red-haired young man stared at him in a daze until the other party raised his head and smiled weakly at him.

"Long time no see."

It was a familiar face, with deep blue eyes that reappeared before him after a thousand years.

"...Long time no see, Christine."

The red-haired young man's Adam's apple rolled as he answered in a somewhat dry tone.

They looked at each other, as if they had known each other for a long time, but also as if they were meeting for the first time. After a while, the blond knight smiled.

"You've changed a lot. This journey must have been hard."

Familiar words, familiar voice. The red-haired young man's eyes softened, and he smiled nonchalantly: "It's really not easy. I didn't expect that it was you who was locked in the door."

"Please call me the future God. It's really sad that you are unwilling to call me Brother Christine at this point."

After teasing him, Christine turned serious and looked at Oreius seriously.

"Since you've come to this place, you should already know the true nature of this world. What I want to tell you is the rest of the story: why the gods cut down the world tree, why I did this, and what we should do."

"Isn't it because the World Tree is polluted?"

"Haha, it seems you have met the true gods. I won't ask them about their situation. What you said is correct, but it is not comprehensive. This is something that can only be discussed here - about whether the world itself has a will."

"Orelius, if the world really has a will, what do you think we creatures are like?"

Without waiting for the red-haired young man to answer, Christine continued talking on his own.

"Child? A giant dragon gave birth to a group of ants. Isn't that a very strange thing? To be called a child, it must at least be able to give birth to a new world. Guardian? Toy? Observer? None of them."

"For the world, except for the original humans, who are somewhat interesting, we are now all parasites. We have destroyed the world created by the World Tree. We are a bunch of damned guys."

"Wait wait wait...you said we are parasites? But--"

The red-haired young man stopped talking and stared at him blankly. Christine smiled helplessly: "You have also reacted. If there were no humans, there would be no pollution in this world. If there were no pollution, there would be no end. In the final analysis, maybe we are the real bad guys. And the world after the extinction of humans is what the world consciousness really wants."

"But even so, neither the gods nor humans themselves could choose to end it like this. So, we rebelled against the mother who gave birth to us."

The gods cut down the World Tree, and while preventing the spread of pollution, they declared their determination to fight to the end.

After entering the Dark Age, humans have persevered and have survived to this day.

Christine's tone was filled with infinite emotion: "This is probably the best news. The world cannot take away what has been given, so we still have the possibility of resistance. But even if we cut down the World Tree once, as long as this world still exists, He will still be immortal. If we lose, and the human beings in this world are completely destroyed, He will return from the end."

At this point, he suddenly turned optimistic and said, "However, we have been working hard and have left something for those who come after us. I'll give this to you first."

Christine stretched out his hand with difficulty and pulled out a dagger from his chest. The blade was glowing with a faint blue light, and it seemed to be surging with waves. As long as it was stabbed into Canaan's heart, even the immortal evil god would meet his end.

He handed the dagger to the red-haired young man, with an expression full of praise: "Hey, I kept it well, didn't I? The Monster Lord has always wanted this thing, it would be strange if I could give it to him."

Oreius took the dagger and thanked him solemnly: "Thank you for your hard work."

"You're welcome. Actually, seeing you now, I have a lot of conflicting memories in my head. In each world line, I have different encounters with you, but, but, every time I say you are someone I can trust."

The blond knight looked at him softly and thanked him.

"Thank you, Aurelius. Thank you for coming here."

"I have thought about it many times, what if no one comes, what if I can't hold on before you arrive, what if, what if, what if."

There are a thousand ifs, there are ten thousand ifs.

Christine rarely thought about this, and usually he was the one who helped others. But the long wait was enough to wear down one's will, and even he couldn't help but worry.

Fortunately, he has a good habit, which is to look down at the wheat ears under his feet. When doing things, he only considers things within his ability and does not think about future difficulties.

"You know, Oreius. When you are favored by the gods, the gods will give you blessings. Among these blessings, the most special one is the goddess of fate. She is illusory, but she can always help you at the critical moment and put you on the right path. Therefore, astrologers are highly respected. Many people have wondered what kind of blessing the goddess of fate has given me."

The blond knight looked somewhere in the void and smiled slyly: "I said, I hope all my efforts will be rewarded."

"He agreed?"

"Well, He said I was too greedy."

It was just a casual conversation.

The knight had just fought a great battle and was breathing heavily on his sword. Blood was dripping down his armor and he looked extremely sick. The goddess, who was wearing a black veil, happened to glance at him and gave him a blessing on impulse.

His dress was incompatible with the blood stains. The goddess said: "Knight, fate will favor those who embrace the future. What is your wish?"

After hearing what the other party said, the goddess bent slightly, her veil fluttering in the evening breeze, and she sighed faintly.

"Knight, even the gods cannot make everything successful, so how can you possibly make all your wishes come true?"

The rider said: "I have done my best and will leave the rest to fate."

“What if I don’t get the results I want?”

“Maybe I am heading in the wrong direction, maybe I haven’t found the right method yet, or maybe my efforts are not enough. I will look for the reasons for my failure and continue to improve and perfect myself until I succeed.”

The goddess asked back: "What if you never succeed?"

The blond knight smiled. "If my efforts are destined not to be rewarded equally, then I will work twice as hard, or even harder. It may seem silly in the eyes of others, but in this world, many things are destined from the beginning. I am not the son of a knight, but my father taught me the most important lesson in life. Only farmers will treat every piece of land seriously, because they know how much hard work it takes. Everything I have experienced has made me who I am, whether it is pain, despair, happiness, or joy, it will always pass. Only one thing remains the same as before."

"What is it?"

“I want to see the scenery further away.”

To this end, the farmer's son grasped the sword tightly, the knight's apprentice got up before dawn to clean the stables, the wandering youth traveled all over the place, and the glorious knight chose to throw himself into the gamble of the gods.

His goal has never changed. He wants to see the most authentic stories, meet the freest people, drink the best wine, travel to the farthest places, and see the most beautiful scenery.

The knight has been walking hard all the way, and he has always held his head high. Pain is not scary, and crying is not scary. Sadness and mistakes are inevitable, and it is a joy to be able to save a person with these hands.

Christine looked at the young man in front of him with gentle eyes, and saw the shadow of his own youthful recklessness in him.

So he asked, "Is there anything you want to protect? Is there a landscape you want to see?"

"Is there anything in this world that you are nostalgic for?"