The gloomy sky is drizzling.
In an empty training ground.
A group of teenagers formed a circle, and Needle fell to the ground at this moment, surrounded by the teenagers in the center.
The teenagers looked down at the needle, constantly laughing and mocking, with a thick disdain on their faces.
The leading young man was burly, with blue hair, like a steel needle several inches long, standing upright on his scalp.
The green-haired boy folded his arms and stepped on the shoulders of the needle: "Needle! You give me a good memory, your Hundred Needles family is just a viscount, a defeated soldier!" A guy like you also wants to be on an equal footing with us?"
The green-haired boy suddenly raised his foot, stepped on the needle head, and laughed fiercely: "I'll teach you a lesson today! From now on, when you see us, no matter where you are in the castle, bow your head to me obediently, give way to me obediently, and shrink aside!"
"Lower nobles must have the appearance of lower nobles. Let me see you looking at me again, and I will cripple you."
"Do you understand?"
Qing Kui roared loudly, and with all his strength, he directly crushed Needle's head into the mud.
"Ming...... Understand. Ahem cough!" The needle made a sound with difficulty.
"Hahaha." Qing Kui raised his head and laughed proudly, let go of his feet, and walked away.
Before leaving, he left a sentence: "Of course, Jinjin, if you are not convinced, you can challenge me at any time. I, Qing Kui, am waiting for you anytime, anywhere!"
"Ahem, cough." Needle struggled and sat up his upper body. Because he had just opened his mouth to speak, the muddy water inevitably flowed back into his throat, causing another cough.
Seeing his embarrassed appearance, the teenagers lost interest.
"Bah, what is it!"
"Just because he also wants to challenge Young Master Qingkui? Why?"
"With his embroidery needle, hahaha."
It was raining heavily, and the teenagers surrounded Qing Kui, burst into laughter, and entered the castle.
The needle sat in the mud, letting the rain hit his body.
He was scarred and his expression was extremely pale, and after being stunned for a moment, his eyes turned slightly, staring at a sword in the mud.
That was his sword.
This is a very thin stab sword.
The bayonet was soaked in muddy water, and it seemed that there was no longer the sharp light of the past.
The memory came to an abrupt end here.
Needle returned to reality and couldn't help but frown slightly: "I am a member of the Hundred Needles family? The territory seems to be in the south, and the southern nobles of the Holy Ming Continent have joined the empire for nearly a hundred years. It seems to have been a county?"
About a hundred years ago, in order to end the final conquest war as soon as possible and unify the Terran Continent, the Holy Ming Emperor took the initiative to recruit the last remaining stubborn forces in the Human Race.
These stubborn forces transformed into the new nobles of the Holy Ming Empire.
However, the previous brutal war led to a deep hatred between these new nobles and the old nobles under the command of the Holy Ming Emperor.
Relatives and friends between the two sides have died in large numbers on the battlefield. Both sides were stained with the blood of each other's people.
Therefore, the gold that represents the new aristocratic forces joining the temple and becoming a candidate for the Templars will naturally be targeted, suppressed, and excluded by the old nobles.
Wire felt a little confused.
It was a humiliating memory that resurfaced at this moment, but did not bring him anger and hatred.
"Strange, I feel very calm, as if passers-by are watching."
"One more ......"
What he pays more attention to is not the content of this memory, but another question - why does the memory emerge?
"The memory came when I tried to use the longsword."
"It's also a weapon, I tried the scimitar before, but no memory came to mind. But when you grasp the hilt of the sword, it emerges."
"The first memory I can remember when I was by the river was when I took the oath when I joined the temple. At that time, it was the first time I heard the word Templar from Ziti's mouth."
Looking back on these two experiences, Needle speculated: "In this way, the key to recreating memories is to find a trigger point."
This trigger point may be a word or a physical object, such as the current sword.
Needle thinking deeper.
He looked at the ordinary long sword in his hand and asked himself in his heart: "If I am holding not a long sword at this time, but a stabbing sword, will my memories reappear more?"
"I want to stimulate the fighting spirit, what kind of trigger should I take the initiative to look for?"
Needle and Zidi dug a pit together and buried the bodies of the two guards in the soil.
The two continued to set off.
Guided by Purple Flower, the route is the exploration route I took when I came before.
The two of them no longer dared to go deep into the rainforest.
It seemed that the deeper you went into it, the greater the probability of encountering gold-level magical beasts.
There was no way to activate fighting spirit and magic, and the two of them were in a very dangerous situation. Instead of exploring in an unfamiliar environment, it is better to return the same way.
At least the crisis in this journey has either been resolved or detected.
Of course, there will also be new changes such as the bloodline centipede.
But compared to other routes, this is undoubtedly the safest choice.
After trekking for a while, it was getting late.
The boy and girl carefully chose a place and hastily arranged it - they were going to spend the night here tonight.
Dry branches, blades of grass are not difficult to collect.
Next to the firewood, Zidi was half-kneeling on the ground, holding a spark stone in each hand.
Click, click.
She collided with two sparkstones and soon hit the blue Mars.
Mars fell into the hay and turned into a little orange red, which quickly expanded on the hay and quickly burned.
First, a faint smoke rose.
Zidi hurriedly put away the spark stone, puffed out her small mouth, and blew a breeze.
Under the breeze, the fire in the hay expanded rapidly, and the light smoke turned into thick smoke, and then the flames rose and turned into fist-sized flames.
"It's done." Zi Di's face was happy, and she immediately stood up and took a few steps back.
After a while, the flames completely expanded and burned fiercely, forming a bonfire.
Zidi carefully put away the two sparkstones.
In the past, she only needed to snap her fingers to make a fire to create a small flame.
This is one of the magician's tricks.
But on this island, the black iron-level magic methods could not be used at all, and it was forbidden to death. On the contrary, spark stone, an ordinary means of making fire, has more practical value.
Without these spark stones, it would be quite troublesome to start a fire with your bare hands.
The burning bonfire brings warmth and light, expelling the darkness of the night.
There was no barbecue on the bonfire, and boys and girls sat around the bonfire, nibbling on dry food and opening water bags to drink water.
Whether it was spark stones, dry food, or water, they were all looted from the bodies of the two guards.
Although dry food is difficult to swallow, in this case, there is nothing to pay attention to.
This day's trek was full of thrills, they were able to save their lives in front of many magical beasts such as gold and silver, and they also gained a certain amount of equipment, as well as plenty of food and water, all of which made the two of them feel extremely happy, where else could they ask for anything else?
After eating and drinking, the boy and girl carefully tidy up and store the remaining food and water bags.
Needle Jin calculated in his heart, frowned slightly, and said: "According to the current food and water, it is only enough for us to eat for two days."
Whether it is a girl or a teenager, the amount of food is far more than that of ordinary people. Especially the needle, the amount of food is more than three times that of purple stem.
This is not surprising.
Purple Ti practiced magic, and his life level jumped to the black iron level. And the needle gold is likely to have silver-level cultivation. The higher the level of life, the greater the amount of food and the higher the requirements for external nutrient intake.
Zidi estimated: "Next, if we return the same way, it will take seven days to get out of the rainforest. But it didn't matter, we brought enough supplies on the way and set up several campsites along the way. There were several camps in it, and some supplies were left. If nothing else, there should be no problem with the food."
Needle nodded, and then he felt relieved.
He took out the long sword and wiped the blade with an oilcloth.
Weapons require maintenance.
Although the long sword is ordinary, it brings a real sense of security to the gold.
"It's a pity that there is no crossbow."
The crossbow is a prohibited weapon for civilians, but the needle and his party were originally going to Baisha City, and this kind of ordnance was equipped.
According to Zidhi, the exploration team that came to search for the gold was originally equipped with five crossbows.
But along the way, there were losses one after another.
After the blue-haired evil wolf suffered the loss of the crossbow for the first time, it began to deliberately target, and after biting most of the crossbowmen to death, he also directly bit the crossbow to break.
Seeing that the needle had wiped the long sword, Zidi came over at this time: "My lord, let me check your wound."
Jeon nodded.
After removing the bandage, he found that the wound on his arm had mostly healed.
"The medicine works well." Needle does not hesitate to praise.
He was sitting on the stone at this time, and Zidi was half-kneeling on the ground.
The girl first took out the powder from the leather bag around her waist and sprinkled it evenly on the wound, then pulled out a new bandage, and gently wrapped the needle around it.
Finally, Ziti put the arm guard on the wire.
Zi Di's eyes fell on the arm guards, and she sighed: "If you had this iron arm guard long ago, you would not have been injured by the bloodline centipede."
The fire reflected on the arm guards, reflecting a blurry orange light, which also fell on the tips of the purple stem's hair.
Zidi had black hair, and under the light of the fire, a halo shimmered.
Her wheat-colored skin has the delicacy unique to girlhood. At this moment, there seemed to be a pure body fragrance, shining with firelight, transmitting to Needle's heart.
Needle couldn't help but move slightly, and couldn't help but stretch out his hand and stroke Zidi's hair.
Zidi trembled slightly.
"Great, my lord." Zidi lowered her head, as if frightened by the movement of the gold, and held her breath nervously like a kitten.
He quickly withdrew his hand and asked lightly: "Zidi, what kind of person do you think I am?"
The young man asked while the previous memory lingered in his mind.
After the memory of this second paragraph appeared, he had actually been secretly savoring and reflecting.
"As a Templar, but born into a southern noble family, it is certain that you will be ostracized among your peers."
"But I must be the coward in my memory?"
"No, not necessarily."
Needle thought there were other possibilities.
These days, he has been getting to know himself.
Memory is just one basis for him to judge himself, and there are other strong grounds besides that.
For example, when the needle was awakened before, as soon as he opened his eyes, he found the blue-haired wolf jumping into mid-air. In an instant, he completed the attack without thinking about it at all. In the end, although it was unintentional to contribute to the death of the blue-haired evil wolf, it also showed the solid and profound fighting quality of the needle from the side.
Later, he saw the lava giant turtle again. Faced with the powerful life of the golden level, Needle found that he had always remained calm, although he was very nervous, but there was indeed no panic.
Later, he found the body of the guard. He searched the corpse carefully, calm and calm, without any disgust or disgust at all, as if it were commonplace. This may be the proof that he has been in battle for a long time and has been tempered. At least, Brother Chu would never react like this.
And according to the traces, he can easily deduce the scene of the wolf fighting with the guards. This ability surprised him a little.
"In my memory, in the face of Qing Kui's provocation, I did not fight. There are basically two possibilities for this."
"The first one may be really weak, but later I worked hard and grew up."
"The second possibility is to show weakness."
Needle felt that the second possibility was a little more likely.
Because when this memory emerged, his mood was very calm, even a little indifferent.
If it is really a memory of humiliation, there should be more or less anger and hatred in the heart, right?
Faced with Needle's inquiry, Zidi pondered for a moment, carefully considered the words, and then responded: "Lord Needle, I don't actually know much about you."
"But according to rumors, my lord, you are usually not close to women and are alone. Even if you encounter major events, you will not easily show your emotions of joy and anger."
"You spend most of your time in temple penance, with a serious and taciturn expression. And your clothing, food, housing, transportation and every move are elegant and calm, full of aristocratic style."
"Although you have few friends, you are willing to help others, especially to protect the weak and help the poor. So my lord, your reputation in the lower classes has always been very good."
"Also, my lord, you suddenly made a move this time and successfully joined this competition for the city lord of Baisha City, which seems to surprise the other Templars."
"Oh?" When Jin heard this, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
Zi Di's answer quickly outlined the image of a young man with a city in his heart.
But what surprised the boy was that Zidi didn't know much about the needle situation.
"What's going on?"
"Isn't she my fiancée?"
"If it weren't for the deep feelings, why would she never leave me?"
"What is the relationship between her and me?"
Needle was about to continue asking, but at this moment, there was a sudden buzzing sound.
The two of them immediately turned their heads and saw hundreds of thousands of "flames" suddenly lit up in the jungle under the night.
These "flames" gathered in groups and flocked towards Jin Jin and Zi Di, with a fierce momentum.
"What is this?" Needle quickly got up and stood in front of Zi Di, his face very solemn.
A small part of the "flames" emitted a bronze-level aura of life.
"This is?!" After Zi Di saw the true face of the "flame", her face suddenly turned extremely pale.
"This is a fire poison bee, my lord, run away. I'll come to the palace!" Zi Di's face was full of determination, and she strode forward, but instead protected the needle behind her.
"Let's go, my lord!!" Zi Di shouted, very urgent, and actually revealed his will to die.
(Sorry, today's update is a bit late.) Yesterday, the management discussed a way, and tomorrow a new group of new books will be announced. I spent more than 2 hours last night communicating with the friends in the group and answering some questions. But there are still many groups that have not gone. This morning, I received a message from the management saying that some groups waited for an hour last night, but I didn't come! I bow here and apologize! One person's energy is too limited. This week, I will take another time to communicate and start to improve this activity mechanism. ）