The "Greedy Lord" who gets nothing is undoubtedly a failure.
Cheng Shi couldn't accept his own failure, so he consoled himself by thinking that at least he had received the cold shoulder from [Foolish] in the previous trial...
Of course, this is self-deprecating. As the player closest to greedy power in the world, Cheng Shibi cannot really gain nothing.
Don't forget, the reason for this trial was for him to collect clues about the purpose of ridicule. Even if he didn't find the purpose of ridicule, wouldn't it be the same to have the clues?
In this centuries-long folly, Scarlett played the leading role for most of the time. Only at the final moment did the mastermind, Candelt, become the man behind the mystery.
It's a pity that he died, and it's even more regrettable that Cheng Shi wasted an opportunity to ask the undead so that he could no longer find out the whereabouts of the purpose of ridicule from Kandelt's mouth.
But the boss couldn’t ask about [Death], so what does it have to do with [Memory]?
As long as I have Candelt's body, I will go to the Dragon King to search for his memory!
That’s right, Cheng Shi brought out Kandelt’s body. This was the most direct clue to finding the Eyes of Mocking, and also his biggest gain from “winning” this trial!
Now, all he had to do was find the Dragon King and let this clown walking on the road of [Memory] look back at his memories. This would allow him to locate the target of his ridicule, and at the same time, he could get others to join him and once again perform a clown show in search of the mask fragments.
So when Cheng Shi returned to the rest area, he didn't stop for a second, and didn't even study the [Annihilation] container in his hand. He immediately contacted the Dragon King and made an appointment with him at the Clown's gathering place.
What he didn't expect was that when he arrived at the gathering place, there was not only the Dragon King in the tomb group, but also Mi Lao Zhang.
The Chosen One of Death was holding a shovel and leveling the soil for a tombstone.
Cheng Shi was stunned. Seeing that the tombstone had the word "Memory" written on it, he asked with a strange expression:
"Are you two having a conflict?
What, Lao Zhang, are you planning to bury the Dragon King?"
Zhang Jizu narrowed his eyes, glanced at the Dragon King and Cheng Shi who arrived one after another, shook his head, and said seriously:
"Cemetery management isn't an easy job. You have to constantly monitor the condition of the tombs, checking to see if weeds are growing around the headstones, if the soil is becoming loose or softened, if the inscriptions on the tombstones are being smeared or faded...
In short, every line has its own knowledge.
There is no conflict between us. I just happened to run into you two while I was patrolling here."
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Cheng Shi's expression became even more strange. He pointed at the pile of earth under the [Memory] tombstone, which almost looked like a new burial, and said happily:
"Lao Zhang, I thought you just had small eyes, but it turns out you really didn't wake up today?
This is the void, not your cemetery. Where do the grass seeds, rainwater, and naughty children come from? Except for the clowns holding a meeting here, who would be so bored as to come up and destroy the tombstones here? "
Zhang Jizu finished knocking the last time and smoothed the soil behind the tombstone. He leaned on the shovel and asked himself:
"I'm also wondering, if there really wasn't a naughty kid, who dug up the tombstone of Memory?"
“…”
Cheng Shi's expression froze and he looked embarrassed.
It’s broken. Last time I was in a hurry to use the dream to find [memory], I dug out the mirror but didn’t fill it back.
It turns out that Old Zhang has been scolding me in a sarcastic tone for a long time!
You are such a good jerk, Old Zhang! I haven't even started to investigate why you stood me up, but you're the first to put the blame on me. No, you're putting the blame on me with a shovel!
This matter cannot be admitted. Even if the three people present know it, they cannot expose it in public. The clown can make people laugh even when hiding behind the scenes, but once the curtain is drawn, the audience will laugh even louder!
I am just a clown by profession, and you can’t take me seriously as a clown.
Cheng Shi looked up at the sky with a sigh, then walked over to the Dragon King in two or three steps, poured out the corpse of Kandelt from the Molten Coffin, and abruptly changed the subject:
"As I said just now, he is the key to finding the purpose of ridicule. I leave it to you, Dragon King. I have confidence in you.
If we really find a clue, I'll let Lao Zhang give [Memory] a large stele as a reward."
“…”
Li Jingming was slightly stunned. He felt that Cheng Shi today was a bit like a bald player in his memory. He asked thoughtfully:
"Did you encounter Chen Shuo?"
The two words "statement" were too damaging. Cheng Shi shut up in an instant, his face stiff.
Li Jingming nodded:
“It seems like it’s another unforgettable memory.
Interesting, let me see what this wise man's memory holds."
As he spoke, Li Jingming took out a page of paper and prepared to start, but Cheng Shi suddenly interrupted him and asked in confusion:
"That's not right, Dragon King.
Normally at times like this you would definitely want to exchange some memories with me, but why didn't you mention it this time?
Exchanging [Memory] for a large monument doesn't seem like an offer you would accept."
Li Jingming's expression changed slightly, but he quickly said calmly:
"I'm more interested in the memory of finding a purpose for ridicule. Besides, as fellow clowns, isn't it normal for us to help each other?"
"It's abnormal, one hundred percent abnormal!"
Cheng Shi pinched his chin, paced around the Dragon King, and said, "You and I both know who the clowns are. Apart from me, there's no truth in the mouths of these liars.
Oh~ I understand. You don't want to remember certain people, especially certain [Silent] believers, right?
Tsk tsk tsk, Dragon King, oh Dragon King, I didn’t expect that your memory path has become picky.
How come Chen Shuo, the chosen one of the Gods of Silence and the most outstanding ascetic monk in the world, has no value at all?"
“…”
Li Jingming was silent.
There were clearly only three people standing in the clown gathering place at this moment, but it seemed as if there was an invisible audience hiding somewhere and peeping at them.
This strong feeling of oppression was suffocating. Li Jingming lowered his eyebrows and looked at Candelt's body and said quietly:
"Then tell me."
Cheng Shi was delighted and blurted out, "Then I will..."
After saying only four words, he closed his mouth again.
It's speechless enough just to recall what I said in my mind, but if I have to repeat it to two clowns... kill me.
For a moment, the scene fell silent again.
Cheng Shi looked at Li Jingming awkwardly, then looked at Lao Zhang who also looked uncomfortable, and sighed:
"They say the Dragon King never suffers a loss. I'm convinced. Let's get to work."
Li Jingming shook his head and laughed, and immediately put the pages of the book on Candelt's body. He tapped Candelt's eyebrows with two fingers, and soon, countless azure [memory] lights bloomed from his fingertips.
The dancing rays of light surged around the man and the corpse. In the interweaving of light and shadow, Li Jingming entered a state of meditation on the spot.
Memory Traveler embarks on a new journey of memory.
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