Chapter 73: Golden Wolf
Sameer sneered, "For example?"
"Like, uh... a treasure house or something..." Ming Chong pondered, hammering his palm with a hammer, his eyes sparkling. "Ah, or some place you absolutely can't go to."
Sameer is a typical desert tough guy. When he goes to a strange place, he is definitely capable of hiding the situation from the host and figuring out the general situation. Generally speaking, he is the fastest to find the treasure house!
The sparkling light in his eyes made Sameer dazed for a moment. This way of getting along was no longer like the thin film between them before. He tossed and turned, sinking into memories madly, as if scratching an itch through a shoe.
Should have stopped him, just like in memory.
Noisy children always cause a lot of trouble.
Sameer, who viewed emotions as a fever, was always decisive and resolute, so allowing such an extraneous behavior was unnecessary...
But Samel remained silent. He believed that he had lost that qualification. As a sinner and as a relative, he felt guilty only when facing Ming Chong.
After he simply and rudely stopped Ming Chong, would the other party want to grumble and complain to Youfei?
So Samel just watched Ming Chong's excited and cheerful figure disappear around the corner, remaining silent.
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"Okay, now you can say whatever you want to say." Nashida looked at Cethos soothingly, "Although I don't think it would be a good thing to send me out."
Cethos glanced at Seno and said, "I'm sorry, Lord Grass God, I made you upset. Grandpa..."
Nashida waved her hand, a smile on her face. "It's okay. I really like some of what he said. No need to apologize. Humans always have all sorts of thoughts. Well... as long as you can think through the consequences, that's all that's fine."
Unfortunately, it was obvious that he missed the point.
Before Cethos could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard Seno sigh and couldn't help but look at him.
"Nothing, I just thought of something." Seno crossed his arms expressionlessly. "Whenever I think about letting someone run around in this ancient Hall of Silence, where the archives are sealed, I feel like laughing."
"It's a pity that I promised him not to tell jokes about it for the time being." Well, although it was Seno who suggested it.
"I guess the consequence Lord Grass God mentioned isn't about offending the gods, but about another guy being ignored, right?"
The ignored people...
Sesos recalled that the only Liyue person in their group originally regarded him as an ordinary person who accidentally got involved... But thinking of a certain rumor about Xumi, he felt a bad feeling in his heart.
He gasped, "The great thief from the treasure house came away empty-handed. Could that rumor be true?!"
When he was asking for information at the Xumi Tavern, he heard from the conversation that the little Auspicious Grass King did not want to go out for an inspection on his own, but was stolen by a group of treasure thieves from outside.
For the sake of face, the Ministry of Religion announced to the public that it was the little King Jixiangcao who went out on his own initiative.
But because the news was too bizarre, it was classified as a rumor.
"boom--!!!"
At this moment, a loud noise spread throughout the Hall of Silence, and people stopped and looked sideways.
Sesos: "..."
Well, no need to question it now.
"Hmm... I thought it wasn't surprising that something like this would happen after I was sent out." Nashida tapped the corner of her mouth with a finger, smiling serenely. "Don't worry, nothing will happen."
"boom--"
There was another loud noise. Sesos tried hard to hide the expression on his face and convince himself to believe in Lord Grass God.
Seno lowered his eyes, "I think he's having a lot of fun right now, but it's nothing serious."
"Dun——" This time the vibration also caused a lot of gravel to fall from the ceiling, just falling on Cethos' head.
"...Probably." Seno added.
"But you, don't you plan to have a frank chat during this time?"
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"What a huge energy construct! I love it!" Ming Chong hugged it excitedly, "Wow! So cool, slurp~ Its name is 'Wife'~"
After a while, he managed to calm down and glanced at the introduction next to him. "[Semi-eternal governing matrix], some ancient mechanical complex..."
Ming Chong quickly browsed through the obscure professional terms and suddenly lost his voice.
"You will enter the [invisible] state!"
"niceeee~ I like it!"
"Ah, of course, I'd love it even more if we could mecha-fuse!"
He stood up and admired it for a long time, then hugged it again, and then fumbled around it itchyly, "Switch switch... where is the switch?"
"Found it!" Oh, it has automatic sensing.
“Hehehehe!”
Zi——
After the "wife" machine started up, it immediately fired a laser at him, "boom——"
Ming Chong whistled excitedly, and then took the "wife" machine apart into parts one by one.
"He's too violent and his personality doesn't match. It seems like we can't get along."
The next second, Ming Chong turned to the other side and his eyes lit up, "Oh~ I like this one too!"
Take a look at the introduction——
"[Ruindramon Sky Patrol], um... a dragon-shaped combat machine... and then there's the stone lock and the seal."
Ming Chong raised his head as if nothing had happened, and flapped his wings with a pia sound. "Not bad, good sound, good wings."
"What is this?" He noticed a plug-shaped object at the neck and opened it to observe.
——Name: [Chaos Anchor].
"...That's it? Hey, hey!" Ming Chong turned the anchor bolt twice, but there was no response. He patted its head and stepped back in boredom.
Ding Ding, the eyes of the Ruindramon lit up red, "Boom——"
"Why are we using lasers again? How unoriginal!" Before the Ruindrake could tremble violently and fly, Ming Chong quickly plucked its wings off. "My pilot's license has been revoked, baby."
The poor Ruin Dragon Beast fell to the ground, and its parts exploded all over the floor with a clanging sound.
This was the only collection room in the Hall of Silence that contained items; the rest contained texts and other items. Ming Chong had immediately taken a fancy to a few of the great items, but he was unfortunately disappointed.
The aesthetics of violence are not beautiful enough, let alone violence. It looks like cold weapons can paralyze these machines.
Ming Chong curled his lips and noticed an inconspicuous green object in the corner.
"[Formless Grass], elemental life."
Good, it is no longer a useless machine.
"It's a good second-order Rubik's Cube." Ming Chong looked at the diamond-shaped core in the middle and couldn't help but pinch it. "It really is grass."
With a sizzling sound, it came to life, gathered into a ball, rose up, and then fell down to attack with a "Dun——" sound.
“…” The light in Ming Chong’s eyes quickly went out. He snapped his fingers and turned into a demolition worker again.
Hetui! Another wild monster, all they know is fighting.
Forget it, let’s unpack it.
The display cabinets here are filled with antiques of all sizes, and at first glance the collection seems quite rich.
Well... cold weapons still account for the majority.
Ming Chong's mouth twitched. What was going on? Were the desert people so partial to certain subjects? Either they were extremely literary—several large palaces filled with books—or extremely martial—their only collections were almost entirely weapons.
The water color of Mahala, the moonlight of Siphos...
Refusing to take history lessons, next.
Reed Sea Beacon, a royal weapon.
Wandering evening star, observation instruments.
Times have changed, eliminated, next one.
Memories of Tuledulla, bells.
Next——Huh?
Ming Chong slowed down and said frankly that the names of the weapons before were a bit abstract, to the point that you wouldn't know they were weapons unless you saw the real thing.
But this bell...
Hehehe, the sound is good, it should be okay to shake it a few times for fun, right?
The crisp sound of the bell is full of expensive feeling. Alas, it is made of sapphire and sterling silver after all, so it can’t be luxurious at all.
Ming Chong thought about it and increased the shaking amplitude according to his heart.
What's left are some holy relics. A complete set usually consists of five different types of parts, such as flowers, feathers, cups and hats. For some reason, there is also one called Sand of Time, and the appearance of this part is also very strange.
As the name suggests, it should be an hourglass. Other names like sundial, hourglass, and clock are barely understandable. However, Ming Chong has no idea why this regular triangular part is the sand of time.
Open the [Truth] page and take a look——
——Sacred Relic: A History of the Sandy Tower
Component: Sands of Time
——Name: The Lost Movement
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"This introduction is quite decent and a little more detailed." Ming Chong nodded. Although he didn't quite understand it and didn't do any research, he still had to have this information. It was the difference between having a knife but not using it and having no knife at all. One thing is better than another.
"Describe, describe... the ancient movement, Zhenling--" Ming Chong only saw this and then closed [Truth] with a snap, taking a few steps back and being on alert.
Excellent, no wonder this thing managed to blend into the Sands of Time. Strangely enough, I immediately accepted that this part was the Sands of Time.
After thinking it over, Ming Chong felt that he had to face it head-on, otherwise he would have the same reaction every time he encountered Zhen Ling or Lilupal.
——It’s as if I’m afraid of her!
Thinking about it carefully, Ming Chong felt that he was not afraid of her, but he was not able to cope with a situation like Lilupal.
Well... maybe it's not just Lilupal. According to the rebellions of the vassal kings that Buyer briefly mentioned, Ming Chong felt that he probably couldn't handle it either.
The war in the desert is not as exciting as the Romance of the Three Kingdoms. Each camp has its own setbacks.
Ming Chong could glimpse a glimpse of this from the simulation of searching for the Golden Dreamland alone. The desert was a massive village brawl, a scene of bloody violence, shameful conspiracy, and stubborn ignorance...
That is the norm for most desert people.
Sad and disgusting.
"Alas..." Ming Chong fiddled with the prism on the movement, and a sigh was heard in the collection room. After learning some history, he now understood a little bit of Lilupar's madness.
Because the environment is like this, no one is allowed to be an exception.
The deep blue silver bell swayed gently, and Ming Chong, who was lost in thought, was awakened by the crisp sound of the bell. Well, now he finally understood the weight of history and the suffering of the people.
"I understand."
"A true warrior dares to face the bleakness of life and the bloodshed!" Ming Chong clenched his fist. "If I meet someone like Lilupal again, I will definitely—"
As he spoke, the world spun around him. Just as he was about to get lost in thought, Ming Chong suddenly shuddered. He felt as if the shrimp thread had been pulled out of him, and a sense of detachment clouded his brain.
The world around me suddenly twisted, and the scene before my eyes changed. It was the ruins of a dilapidated desert city-state. It looked fresh, as if the city had just been breached not long ago.
“…”
Ding Ding Dong
Ming Chong lost his balance and looked down. He saw deep ruts. Oh, someone was riding a horse-drawn carriage. In one hand, he held "Tuleidula's Memory" and the bell, and in the other, "The Lost Movement."
The place has changed, only the bell is still ringing.
Oh, and there was also myself who was almost defeated by the ruts and fell on my butt.
The wind was whistling in his ears. Ming Chong put the things in his pocket, looked left and right, and yellow sand rushed towards him.
"ah?"
"I traveled through time again?"
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