The boy smiled in disappointment: "Sister Sha Ye told me that you are here, but it would be great if I could have seen you earlier," his voice was like two pieces of paper rubbing against each other, making a hoarse sound from his throat. "I wouldn't have seen you like this, so I scared you and Sister Sha Ye..."

"Xiaokong, why have you become like this?" Saya asked in disbelief.

"I don't know why, Sister Sa Ye," Xiaokong lowered his head, "I don't know why it turned out like this... Sister Sa Ye, it turns out that the person I met in Idris was the one I admire the most, and he also gave me a gift..."

"...Do you know, Sister Sandy Ye, that was my happiest time. When you and Mr. Liverz chose me in the youth training camp, when I knew it was the bow that Mr. Ed gave me, I couldn't even imagine such a thing in my dream..."

"...I should have been worthy of everyone's expectations, and I thought I could do it. But... the Knights of Tapolis are gone, and everyone is gone. Even the bow that Mr. Ed gave me was lost by me, Sister Sandy... "

The boy looked back and there was no sadness in his eyes, and he could not shed a tear. There were only two light purple flames, giving people a very strange feeling.

"...It turns out that my thoughts are just unrealistic fantasies."

"...Mr. Ed, I want to see you, just want to apologize to you."

"I'm sorry, you used to be the one I admire the most. I have been listening to the legend you wrote in Dorifin since the first day I came here. I really want to become a hero like you, but I'm sorry, in the end I didn't even protect the bow you gave me..."

"sorry……"

Xiaokong pressed his chest tightly, and the purple flame seemed to emerge from any pore in his body, burning wildly, as if he would swallow it at any time and turn it into ashes.

His voice also weakened, like a whisper, telling a dream.

"...Sister Saye, I had a friend when I was in the youth training camp, but he was not selected by you. On the day I left the youth training camp, he told me that behind Xingmen was actually a very cruel world..."

"I never believed that," Xiaokong's voice seemed a little empty, gently, "From the beginning and the end, until now, I think I have experienced everything beautiful. But it may not belong to me, and will soon leave me..."

"I feel so painful, Sister Saye..."

Saye bit his lower lip and couldn't say a word.

Fang Yu shook his head gently. The bow was nothing to him. If he wanted to, it would be no different to do a hundred or a thousand. But of course he would not say such words now, "That bow is just one of my many works, Xiao Kong."

He spoke, "It just doesn't mean I'll give my work to everyone."

"So, do you know what this means?"

Xiaokong was stunned for a moment, turned around, the flames rolled down his cheeks, and his eyes were staring in this direction.

Odin said he saw his own shadow in him.

And he also saw his former self in this young man.

Fang Ling couldn't help but remember the last part of the road he accompanied Miss Scape among the elves. The tears he shed there were also the mark given to him by this world.

Since then, he no longer looks at all this with the simple eyes he used to look at. It is just a pursuit in his heart, but never changed. Behind all unrealistic fantasies, is it not a reflection of people's psychological thoughts?

All simplicity is the persistence of pursuing oneself wholeheartedly.

He looked at Xiaokong at this moment, as if he had experienced setbacks. Now he has found his own path and has like-minded companions. He also knows that there should be a path that belongs to the other party, leading to the distance.

People should not be criticized like this for pursuing their ideals. At the moment when he was in trouble, it was Miss Tata who gave him the last glimmer of hope with the ancient and modern alchemist.

That hope continues to this day.

Perhaps it is good intention that prevents the ideal from being cut off—

During a moment of silence, he asked Miss Tata.

No one has mastered the method of reversing the starlight.

The scholars of the Silver Tower also knew nothing about these creatures born in purple flames.

Fortunately, all the events he experienced gave them the only hope - the desperate wail of Idus wanderers, as if they still echoed in their ears.

"Remember what you said today, Xiaokong," Fang Yu stretched his hand into his arms and pulled out a necklace from there. "You will see many different sides of this world than you imagined, but a temporary setback will not cause you to fall completely."

The necklace pendant is lined with a round ring.

Above the ring, a golden light was flowing, illuminating the dark space.
Chapter completed!