"War Knight, it's okay."

Yi Lin waved his hands calmly. After rinsing the giant python with boiled water, he rubbed the white ice fog and quickly freeze. A colorful light flashed, and he cut the cooked giant python into thin slices, and then gave it to him.

Mirien was stunned by Yi Lin's answer, and the solemn atmosphere was diluted a little. But the food served next completely destroyed the heavy feeling of standing in different camps between the two. Mirien swallowed the saliva secreted from her mouth. Now she was like a locked beast, waiting for the "breeder" to feed her.

Milien was finally full.

She burped.

After feeding Milien, Yi Lin looked at Milien through the light curtain: "Don't be angry anymore?"

"It's too late, Rin."

Yi Lin smiled and crossed the border.

[NOPASS] The light curtain did not stop Yi Lin, but instead took the initiative to separate the road and let the administrator pass.

The permission dog is to do whatever he wants.

Yilin stood in front of Mirien: "'We' still hope."

Mirien looked at Yi Lin blankly. After a while, she finally put away the red and black holy sword and followed Yi Lin like an angry little wife, following her.

Yi Lin let out a sigh of relief.

The effort of going up and down the mountain this week has not been wasted.

Yilin came to the stone house where Mirien lived.

When the distance was not far, he smelled a faint smell of blood from the stone house.

Mirien pulled Yilin's robe, not seeming to want him to go in.

Yi Lin smiled: "It's okay."

He went in.

Of course, his sleeves were pulled off.

There is no light in the room, it is a small broken house made of stones. There is not even a door.

The floor was covered with blood-stained gauze. The blood on the gauze had already dried up, and some even oxidized to black. There was a simple table beside the bed, with bottles of disinfectant water on it, and a basin of cold metal instruments, tweezers, scalpels, pliers, etc.

What about you put this dissection?

Yi Lin was about to complain, but suddenly, when Yi Lin noticed what was going on with these simple surgical instruments and blood-stained gauze on the ground, his breathing paused for a moment, his chest was also stuffy, and he couldn't help but feel a vague pain.

"sorry."

Mirien lowered her head.

"Walk."

Yilin pulled Mirien out of the stone house.

Mirien was like a puppet who had lost her soul, letting Yilin take it.

After leaving, Yi Lin turned around and rubbed his hands together. A pitch-black ball appeared silently in Yi Lin's palm. He smashed the rubbed "annihilation ball" towards the stone house.

There was no earth shaking, nor was there any mountain collapse. The moment they came into contact with the annihilation ball, the stone house in the distance was like a painting that was wiped off, and there was no trace, disappearing from this world without a trace.

Yi Lin stroked his right hand in front of him, and the aperture appeared. Yi Lin took Mirien to the noisy market.

This is an unknown little fruit from Europe, with many ragged locals shouting at the market and selling small items.

Yi Lin took Mirien to a small stall selling masks.

"I want this mask."

He took a look at a delicate lady's butterfly mask, with white lace on the edges of the pitch-black butterfly.

He threw down a shining gold coin, and the stall owner bit the gold coin, then knelt happily on the ground and bowed to the generous oriental man, muttering, but when he raised his head, the mysterious oriental man and the blonde beauty had already disappeared in the market.

The two appeared in the sky.

Looking down at the earth, no one disturbed it.

Yi Lin carefully put a mask on Mirien, the black butterfly mask that just covered Mirien's forehead.

"Don't cut it yourself anymore, you can't cut it off." Yi Lin sighed lightly, gently rubbing the gap on Mirien's forehead with his index finger. Mirien stroked the mask on her face, and a trace of pain and relief flashed in her eyes.

"I promise that one day, I will help you get rid of it, thoroughly and free you. This is what I owe you, Mirien."

"Okay, Rin." Mirien nodded vigorously.

She hugged Yi Lin in joy and joy, tightly holding Yi Lin's ribs, as if every bone would be shattered and broken at any time, making a crisp whine.

Milien's mood is very complicated at this moment.

It was like, in the desperate darkness, a beam of light suddenly shot in front of her.

Now Yi Lin is like her light.

Yi Lin was stunned. He felt like... it was too fast? But it didn't take long for Yi Lin to feel relieved. This was a pure hug between good friends and had no other meaning.

"Rin. There is one thing I want to know..." Mirien put her ear on Yi Lin's chest, listened for a while, and suddenly raised her head.

"Hmm?" Yi Lin smiled softly.

"Where is the 'ideal town' lost by the Pandragon family?"

"..." Yi Lin's smile froze completely on her face.

...

Yi Lin was very persuasive,

Explain that he deliberately hid [the distant ideal village] in a safe place.

[The distant ideal village] Can it still be pulled out?

Mirien thought in wonder.

Although,

She still believed it.

She felt that the cook would not lie to her, and the rice would be delicious.

After Yilin bought a mask for Mirien, she asked about what happened after she came out of hell.

As expected, as Yi Lin guessed, after Mirien came out of hell, she found that it was 2111. She suddenly realized that she had returned to the "past".

She also understood her identity and the "mission" she carries. She must win the victory for the [Lord of War] behind her when the end of the world comes.

The Apocalypse Knight has only one mission, to become a competent pawn and win.

She is not a knight now.

When Yi Lin asked carefully whether Mirien had actually seen the [Lord of War], Mirien hugged her arms and her body trembled slightly.

It took a long time to say that the moment she became a knight, she had a moment of looking at her cold eyes in the boundless darkness.

Mirien didn't know how to describe that feeling.

But her pride, her conceit, her anger, her sorrow, after Yilin pushed her into the "abyss", the complex emotions in Mirien's heart disappeared without a trace after looking at the eyeball, just like the feeling of being "eliminated".

She had no even conversation or communication with [Lord of War], but she understood the meaning of her existence and everything.

From that moment on, she was no longer human, no longer Pandragon's pride, no longer the Knight King.

She is... a war knight.

...

Yi Lin held both hands in the air. He looked at Mirien who was panicked when he recalled the posture of [Lord of War], subconsciously wanted to give a friendly hug. But soon Yi Lin felt that it was not suitable and held back.

This was not very good. So he changed it to "touch".

Yi Lin touched Milien's soft blonde hair, silently missed the dazed hair that was like a compass in his heart, and comforted him: "Don't worry, we haven't lost yet."

The two were chatting.

Walk aimlessly on European land.

From south to north, from north to west.

Finally, the two of them appeared in front of an ancient European castle.

The mottled city walls record the years, and the afterglow of the sunset lays a layer of golden light on the stones.

"Do you want to meet yourself before?"

Yi Lin asked with a smile.

Mirien lowered her head and replied, "I have seen it long ago."

"Oh?" Yi Lin was a little surprised. But then he thought, and he felt that this was for granted. When a person traveled through time, the first thing he did was of course curious about what he looked like at this time.

Mirien shook her head: "Rin, you don't understand."

She said as she walked into the castle.

But when she took two steps, she was shocked and she looked surprised under her mask.
To be continued...