Abyss boss Da Lianmeng

"Purpose ([-])"

【Siroy Demon King Notebook】

"Aren't you there yet?" Edward wiped the sweat from his brow. Even though it was almost late autumn and the weather was cool, no grown man could climb over three barren hills in one go. He put his hands on his knees and cried. Panting, feeling like I'm going to be tired.

The same was true for the troubadour in front. Hearing this, he sat down on the ground: "Take a break, cross the river in front and you will almost be there."

Xiluoyi looked into the distance, this is a barren land, even the trees are withering faster than other places, his eyesight is very good, the river not far away has obviously been dry for a long time, the river bed is exposed, and the weeds on the bank are desolate It was desolate and desolate.

He carefully recalled what the witch Lily of the Valley said, and the crystal ball told him that the Wishing Cup was in a dilapidated and deserted place. Looking at the surrounding wilderness with no village in front and no shop in the back, the balance in his heart had tilted.

Maybe you can really find the wish cup.

After resting for an hour, Sylloy told the troubadour to hurry up. Edward followed up with a sigh. Sylloy was at the back, with the black goat and Baier on both sides of him. They wore magic wands for a show, and Baier and Black Goat were holding water-based wands, and each had a package on their shoulders, which contained a few pieces of clothing and some odds and ends. In the cuff of the black goat.

Edward looked at the dry riverbed, and asked the bard: "This place is so poor, and I don't see any farming around. How do people in your village live?"

"There are no people left. There are only some old people left. When they die, Dika Village will be gone." The troubadour touched the gold coin bag at his waist happily, and sighed: " Originally, I was thinking that when they died, I would come over and bury the old people in the village, but at least they picked me up and gave me a bite to eat."

"But now." The troubadour patted the money bag fiercely, enjoying the sound of gold coins, and smiled: "I have money now, and there are not many people left in the village anyway, so I plan to take them outside Pension."

"I can't tell you are still so filial." Edward was surprised.

The troubadour rolled his eyes: "I couldn't support myself before, so of course I can only take care of myself."

"Okay, okay, almost there."

While speaking, Xiluoyi saw a dilapidated small mountain village.

Crumbling houses, barren fields, overgrown paths, and occasionally crows hovering above, making a hissing call.

Edward shuddered.

"Hey, hey, don't be afraid." The troubadour patted Edward on the shoulder and comforted him, "Our poor village chief has had crows screaming for many years, and we'll get used to it after listening to it too much."

He bent down, wiped a stone pillar at the entrance of the village with his cuff, tore off the climbing vines wrapped around the bottom of the pillar, pulled out the knee-high weeds, and finally revealed the dusty Dika Village.

"Look, this is Dika Village." He introduced, but looked at Xiluoyi and the others, and subconsciously showed a flattering smile: "Three, I didn't lie to you, the wish cup you are looking for, please raise me The grown-up grandpa knows some news, come with me, and I will take you to find grandpa."

Silroy hummed, and saw Baier stepping forward, and said to the stone pillar, "It's not called Dika Village."

When the troubadour heard this, his face turned red even if he didn't drink alcohol. He was so angry. How could he not know the name of the village since he lived here when he was a child?

But thinking that they are the honored guests of the city lord, he could only say impatiently: "It says Dika Village."

Moreover, the stone pillar is quite old, and the name on it is stained with the traces of time, so it is not a fake at first glance.

Edward took a closer look, and whispered, "It's Dika Village."

Looking at this familiar yet unfamiliar stone pillar, Baier stretched out his hand to wipe the stone pillar. The stone chips on it fell off like frosting, and soon the outer layer peeled off, revealing the gray-white stone pillar. At the same time, Dika Village Three words appeared in front of everyone.

The troubadour was stunned, never thinking that there was a name hidden inside the stone pillar, so why did he put a layer of lime on the outside and choose a similar name?

"Tika?" Edward was also taken aback: "This is the name of Lady Luck."

Xi Luoyi looked at the dilapidated mountain village, but couldn't think of any connection with the goddess of luck.

Logically speaking, in a village favored by the goddess of luck, at least not everyone is rich, but it should be possible to live comfortably.

Xi Luoyi took a step forward and stood beside Baier, only to see him stretch out his hand and gently put it on the stone pillar. The dark red blood flowed along the gray and white stone pillar, dyeing the word "Goddess of Luck" with blood, and it looked strange for no reason. .

Seeing this scene, the troubadour collapsed on the ground. Edward barely trembled and peeked at the big devil. What did he want to do?

The gray-white stone pillars were eroded by blood, and blood-stained stone chips fell to the ground. Suddenly, there were more crows hovering in the air, howling mournfully, like a funeral song, bringing the breath of death.

When the stone chips were completely peeled off, a tattered stele was revealed, but Dashi Village was engraved on it.

Not to mention other people, even Xiluoyi was shocked.

Is this nesting dolls?One set of names?There should be another one.

Seeing His Highness's slightly widened eyes, Baier's gloomy mood improved for some reason. He hugged the flowerpot to cover his face, not wanting his cracked face to appear in front of His Highness, and whispered: "No That's the name of this village."

"Then why did you put the name of Goddess of Luck on it again, and after the cover was done, you actually covered it up and gave it a similar name?" Edward couldn't help asking curiously.

Baier's tone was light: "I guess there are too many bad things done."

"How do you know so clearly?" The bard at the side couldn't sit still, he looked at Baier as if he had seen a ghost.

Looking at the desolate and dilapidated mountain village, Baier answered after a while, "I was born here."

A gust of wind blew by, and Baier's eyes were in a trance for a moment.

That wasn't the case here a long time ago.

When he was born, it was snowing heavily, but the flowers on the back slope of the mountain bloomed out of season, like a gift from the gods. When he grew up a little bit, luck came one after another. The only priest in the village was a very old man, rubbing his hands and turning yellow. The record of the gods told him that the goddess of fortune would occasionally distribute luck to everyone, and perhaps he was the one who was favored by the goddess of fortune.

Because of this incident, what was originally called Dashi Village was changed to Tika Village.

Then something bad happened.

Baier hugged the flower pot, and suddenly a little hostility arose in his heart. He sat beside the stone tablet, thought for a while and said, "Your Highness, go into the village by yourself."

He still remembered that His Royal Highness tried every means to get the wish cup, and now that the clue was close at hand, Baier didn't want His Highness to be disappointed.

"I'll just sit here and wait for you."

Seeing this, Silroy also sat beside him, and the black goat stood not far away, while the troubadour and Edward had long been frightened into the distance by the half-smiling eyes of the black goat.

It was dusk, and the setting sun was like blood.

Seeing that Siroy hadn't moved for a long time, Byer felt a little guilty: "I'm fine, Your Highness, you and the black goat can go find the wishing cup."

Silroy couldn't help rubbing Byer's head.

Baier raised his head halfway, his pale face was covered with cracks, like a piece of porcelain that was broken and pieced together again,

"The Wishing Cup is for you." Silroy finally said the most important thing about entering Azerek this time. He looked at Byer's wide-eyed eyes, and the setting sun was reflected in his eyes, as if being caught A layer of blood was splashed.

And under the color of blood, there is a little bit of water.

Sometimes, Silroy felt that Baier was the most innocent devil king, and a little kindness could make him cherish it as if he had won the whole world.