Chapter 41: Death of The Poet (6)

Chapter 41: Death of The Poet (6)

A well sat solitarily in the middle of the hall, bathed in the cold moonlight.

The moonlight shined through a glassless window in the shape of a flower on the dome roof.

The pure white roses poked out from the well, all the way up till they pierced through the window yet still left a gap for the moonlight to come through. As the window directly faced the wells opening, the moonlight looked like a stage spotlight that singly illuminated the well, waiting for the audience to explore the darkness behind.

Tang Cuo and Jin Cheng walked to the well, looked in together and finally saw water for the first time in this Kingdom Hidden In The Moonlight.

The roses grew so deep in the water that their roots couldnt be seen.

The entwining vines were full of dangerously sharp thorns, but they were also packed with blooming roses in the purest shade of white. The rose stems were rather fragile, making it hard to imagine that these were the same Chinese roses that spread all over the city.

Tang Cuo was very sure that these were the only roots of all the roses in the Kingdom Hidden In The Moonlight.

He could feel it.

Theres no trigger. It seems that something else still needs to be done. Jin Cheng sensibly didnt try to touch the roses. He looked at Tang Cuo: For example we need to break the magic.

Tang Cuo understood, and took out the small golden scissors.

These Chinese roses were the Boss, and if they went berserk, they could even snap off Jin Chengs arrows. It was obvious why the system gave them a pair of golden scissors. And if Lancelots wish was to bring the most beautiful flower back to the Kingdom Hidden In The Moonlight, Tang Cuo of course couldnt destroy them.

After weighing his choices, Tang Cuo picked the rose closest to him and cut it off with utter care.

With a soft thud, the Chinese rose fell on Tang Cuos palm. There was no bleeding at the spot where it was cut, and the vines also stayed still. Just when the two of them thought that nothing would happen, the Well of Time suddenly rippled.

They looked into the well together to find the water surface where the vines grew from was shining dazzlingly. Tang Cuo quickly stretched out a hand to cover, and after a few seconds of blindness, a brisk laughter and a faint noise of a bazaar suddenly rang in his ear.

He subconsciously followed the sound and finally saw some lights and shadows in front of him.

Hey, Little Jack, did you bring your harp? Today is the festival, isnt it a good time to perform?!

Beautiful Cecilia, you are such a kind girl, thank you for your bread. Old John is lying in bed again today. We went out in a hurry because we were afraid that we might miss the time to fetch the water, but we didnt forget our breakfast.

Toke! Toke! Have you prepared the fireworks?!

I heard that Mr. Gilbert will return on the day of the Flower Festival. I think the hair accessory that I asked of him must be here. If my sister receives this gift, she will be the happiest girl at the Flower Festival.

Many different dialogues and cheerful tones filled Tang Cuos surroundings. He stood there unstirred, watching the blurry lights and shadows in front of him turning into both familiar and unfamiliar faces, as though all of this came from a revolving lantern.

Cecilia was a beautiful girl with blond hair in a long dress.

Little Jack was the same as he was in the photo, but more energetic.

Toke looked like he had drunk until intoxicated. No wonder he forgot where he put the key to his toy trunk.

The blind Billy was still sitting in the doorway, eternally looking at the glass lamps on the street.

The Flower Festival on September 1st, 1228 of the Sicilit continental calendar was clearly unfolding before Tang Cuo.

He didnt try to touch anything, nor did he call anyones name. Those shadows ran past him or simply passed through him like a fog, which meant that all of them were only phantoms.

He also had no idea where Jin Cheng was.

After a long, long time, cracks suddenly appeared before Tang Cuos eyes like a glass mirror. Amid loud cracking sounds, they became larger and scattered across the entire surface.

Then the whole thing broke into thousands of shards.

Reality had come back to him.

It was still the empty hall with the Well of Time standing there alone, with the pure white roses still blooming gloriously, but a coffin had emerged beside the ancient well.

The coffin lay close to the opening of the well. Someone was sitting next to the coffin with his eyes closed. He was wearing a broken knight armour, with long silver hair and a few drops of blood on his handsome face. His complexion was bright, as though he was still alive.

A pure white rose bloomed from his heart.

Not from the well.

The entire hall was a huge magic formation, and the golden arrays slowly appeared with every step that Tang Cuo took. The center of the magic formation was this well.

Jin Cheng seemed to have come a second earlier than Tang Cuo. He stood at the side of the coffin and asked: Who do you think he is?

Theodore.

With Lancelots [Nightingale] on his hand, the moment Tang Cuo laid eyes on that unfamiliar face, an indescribable sorrow engulfed his heart.

He looked at the coffin again. In the coffin, Lancelot lay quietly, a small harp with broken strings resting beside him.

Death of The Poet.

And another next to it. Death of The Knight.

Its a Chinese rose. Theres also a Chinese rose crest on his chest. Jin Cheng showed a rarely seen serious expression. He knelt down and looked carefully at the crest, making sure that it wasnt a common rose but a Chinese rose.

Classification: Material

Quality: Rare

Description: Theodores rose. Contains an extremely high amount of time magic energy.

[Sword of Judgment]

Classification: Weapon

Quality: Legendary

Status: Locked

Description: The sword of Theodore, Duke of the Kingdom of Hundred Flowers, with the blessing of the 13th King of Elves Aimee. An enchanted weapon (damaged). Legend has it that when the Holy Light of Judgment shines on Earth, all evil will be exposed.

Both items were of remarkably high quality, but one was temporarily unusable material and the other was damaged. Tang Cuo wasnt sure how much power the damaged [Sword of Judgment] could exert, but compared to the goblins blade, a legendary weapon should be superior.

Lets not talk about whether the sword could be repaired. It would be good enough to be able to swing it, and he could use it to bluff others too.

In addition, there were magic skills such as Fireball, which gave Tang Cuo the title of Magic Apprentice. These skills all came with an indication of proficiency, which should be the key to skill upgrading.

Going back to the Character panel, with this missions rewards, Tang Cuo had a total of 16 points.

Once he had decided on his future combat style, Tang Cuo no longer wanted to keep his points idle. He added 10 points to his Strength and 4 points to his Intelligence, while his Charm value was ignored for now. The remaining 2 points were reserved for buying potions, just in case.

After he was done, Jin Cheng came over, holding the harp with broken strings in his arms. If Tang Cuos memory wasnt fooling him, this harp should come from Lancelots coffin.

Tang Cuo: You took it?

Jin Cheng: What kind of man do you actually think I am?

Tang Cuo: A Jin Cheng kind of man.

Jin Cheng: Again?

What kind of man was Jin Cheng?

A thief never came home empty-handed, so a Jin Cheng similarly went all out.

Tang Cuo didnt want to discuss with him about this topic for fear of blowing up a war, so he took out a bundle of [Spider Silk] and put it on the table: Try it. Its a reward from the dungeon [Conquering Demon City].

Jin Cheng raised his eyebrows, fully aware that Tang Cuo wanted to change the subject, but this [Spider Silk] really caught his attention. High-quality [Spider Silk] might be able to repair the strings.

This little harp is a reward from the mission. Jin Cheng conveniently took the [Spider Silk] and said: The situation is getting interesting now. You have Theodores sword, I have Lancelots harp, do you want to guess what the second round will be?

Tang Cuo: Role-playing. Two-player mode, back to where everything started. Their first encounter.

Jin Cheng smiled, then he leaned against the window and looked down: Now it seems that the first round is just an introduction, as long as were careful enough, therell be no significant challenge. But the next round will open a new map. Role-playing isnt easy to do, once we deviate from the plot, there will be punishments. Injuries, if were lucky, or death, if were unlucky.

Don measures: What kind of punishment?

Jin Cheng: Like a lightning strike.

Tang Cuo:

Jin Cheng felt a bit sad that Tang Cuo wasnt made to be Lancelot. He wanted to hear the little bastard sing. He heard that Tang Cuos voice was awful, like singing from Hell that could be lethal.

Let me tell you a secret.

What?

I happened to enter a role-playing dungeon with Leng Miao before. I was a hero and he was a beauty.

Now I no longer have to wonder why Miao Miao wants you dead.

Tang Cuo became even more determined to not let Jin Cheng see his Survival Assessment Report. After that, he thought of another issue: We were in the dungeon for so many days, have those people come out of prison yet?

Jin Cheng spread his hands: Most people are coming out, so lets stay at East Cross Street and continue the serial mission. I dont have another movement to command laws.

As his words fell, Jin Cheng sent a signal flare out of the window.

Tang Cuos eyelids twitched: What are you doing?

Jin Cheng smiled: I made a deal with the owner of the Ruby Bar. When someone gets out of prison, he will note them down and compile a list. Shouldnt I tell him that Im back now? So that he can send the list to me.

Tang Cuo had nothing to say.

The instructor had just said that he wouldnt go looking for death and honestly stay in East Cross Street, then he turned around and blatantly told the enemies that he was back. As though he feared that the whole world wouldnt know.

What a daredevil.