Chapter 81

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Chapter 81: The Queen’s Inheritance (XX)

Qi Leren felt confused, deeply confused, and confused.

How on earth did Aya know his name? Was his face so recognizable? That was impossible. When would Aya have learned about him? During her time in the Underground Ant City, she had to be blindfolded as a Flame Virgin… Was it when she was still in her tribe?

The Valentine tribe, Ning Zhou had mentioned this tribe in his letter. Was it…

Qi Leren’s brain flashed with excitement and he asked, “Have you met Ning Zhou?”

“I don’t know his name. This Canon is… He gave it to me,” Aya choked and nodded. “He said he had memorized it very young. If… if it could help me, then it’s valuable.”

Qi Leren smiled unconsciously: “It is really something he’d do. Then, do you like it?”

Qi Leren’s original intention was to ask Aya if she liked this book, but when Aya heard it in her ears, she went as stiff as being struck by lightning. She was sad and timidly trilled: “I dare not… He… He likes you.”

After a few beats, he realized what Aya was talking about. He immediately went red in the face and coughed a few times, but his heart seemed to have knocked over a can of honey, which was so sweet that he was stunned.

“There was a portrait with your name on it, but it was blown away by the wind. I looked for it for a long time, but I didn’t find it. I’m sorry…” Aya said. Tears came again. “I’ll return the book to you. Thank you, and thank him for giving me the courage to take responsibility.”

“Since he’s given it to you, you can keep it. As for thanks, I will convey it to him,” Qi Leren said.

“Did he find you?” Aya asked.

Qi Leren smiled: “I found him.”

It was such a gentle smile and such loving eyes that Aya burst into tears, as if at this moment, the pain in her heart was forgotten. She embraced the Canon and said happily: “That’s great. You must, must not separate again.”

Looking at Aya’s sincere tearful smile, Qi Leren realized that this little girl liked Ning Zhou. No, maybe it wasn’t that she liked him, but it was just a girl’s foolish dream. He didn’t know how to comfort her. After all, he was the “culprit” who had caused her heartbreak.

“Right. We definitely won’t be separated again,” Qi Leren said softly.

Aya laughed while crying. The two contradictory emotions stirred in her soul, which made her unable to calm down for a long time. Finally, when she was tired of crying, she leaned against the windowsill and stared at Qi Leren who turned the pages of the Canon and quietly read it to her.

In the dim light, time suddenly became slow and gentle, and Qi Leren’s voice was gentle and warm, as if even the things that lingered in her heart were gradually melted.

Aya thought absently, how could these two people she liked be so good to her?

But what could she do for them?

If you become the Dragon Ant Queen…

Aya’s mind just flashed such an idea, and she fell into a deep sleep in her drowsiness.

Qi Leren quietly looked at Aya’s sleeping face, but he was awake.

The outside world was still in heavy fog, and he didn’t know what was in any direction. He suddenly missed Ning Zhou—no, it should be said that he had been missing Ning Zhou the whole time. Even if it was only a moment of separation, it made his restless heart unable to calm down. He was eager to see Ning Zhou again. This long and forbearing thought had already settled in his heart, which was obviously stinging but sweet.

He could endure before their feelings were requited, but after the two people had requited, he didn’t want to endure this scorching pain any more. He wanted to give him a ring sooner, sooner…

When he returned to the Village of Dusk, he would go to buy the most beautiful ring, and then propose to him on Ning Zhou’s birthday.

Qi Leren couldn’t help imagining the scene, stroking his ring finger and laughing silently.

I don’t know how Ning Zhou is doing now.

This thought flashed in Qi Leren’s mind. Up to now, the candidates for the Dragon Ant Queen had already appeared here, but Ning Zhou… It seemed he couldn’t be included in the scope of candidates. After all, he had found his own original force, the destruction that the Dragon Ant Queen had once been loyal to.

I hope everything is alright with him.

Qi Leren breathed a long sigh, covered Aya with a blanket, leaned against the lantern, and quietly waited for a new day to come.

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The black hole in the deep underground valley was gradually expanding, devouring the running river and the stones on the cliffs.

The Dragon Ant Queen’s maid standing on the observation deck showed anxiety. She lowered her eyes and went around to Ning Zhou from one side: “Your Majesty…”

Ning Zhou glanced at her coldly, and the maid choked. She didn’t dare to say that title again: “The Dragon Ant Queen’s field is almost…”

The Illusionist at his side curled his mouth: “How long?”

“According to this situation, it will take another two hours at most. If you shoot, then maybe…” The maid was worried, but she was interrupted coldly by Ning Zhou: “I know.”

The maid had wanted to speak since long ago, but the future Lord of Destruction rejected her coldly and made her dare not speak, so she stepped away quietly.

“Can that guy come out in two hours?” the Illusionist muttered.

Ning Zhou didn’t answer. He was looking at the expanding black hole, which was born from the force of order collapsing. Without the help of external forces, with the fall of the Dragon Ant Queen, the origin of order would lose control and eventually collapse into a black hole. But even if he shot… Ning Zhou closed his eyes.

If he shot: it meant for him to call more of the force of destruction, and use his own field-level force to destroy hers.

But if he didn’t do it…

He had to do it.

“By now, this field can’t last much longer,” the Illusionist suddenly said.

Ning Zhou caught a glimpse of him.

The Illusionist said to himself, “I’m afraid you still don’t know the Underground Ant City’s situation. The Dragon Ant Queen’s field should have collapsed and disappeared after the death of the first Dragon Ant Queen, but she used an extremely cruel method to force the field to be passed down. This inheritance method was extremely painful, forcing every succeeding Queen to be promoted from an ordinary human or demon to a field-level… No, it should be said that they don’t own the field of Underground Ant City at all, but only stay in the field acting as the first Dragon Ant Queen. Under this inhuman overdraft, their life expectancy is surprisingly short, and they die miserably.”

The Illusionist asked with a humourless smile: “Guess where the demons come from?”

“……”

“It’s from the Dragon Ant Queen’s inner heart. This endless pain constantly gives being to her inner demons, which fill every queen’s tomb. Every month, this group of demons will escape from the weak enchantment and bring death and disaster to the Underground Ant City. With more and more dead queens, the number of demons is also increasing. One day, this field will cease to exist.”

The Illusionist looked at the black hole and murmured, “No matter how you repair an old house, it will collapse one day. Only the field of the Holy See can…”

“The same is true for the Holy See. There are many hidden dangers,” Ning Zhou said.

The Illusionist looked at him in surprise: “Didn’t you say that the Holy See’s territory can be passed down perfectly? The fields of successive popes are perfectly inherited. The Prophet also specially communicated with the Pope…”

Realizing that he had said something he shouldn’t have, the Illusionist immediately closed his mouth.

“The Prophet, he…” Ning Zhou looked at the Illusionist in amazement.

Ning Zhou had known this elder since he was very young. After so many years, he seemed to be favored by time, and his appearance remained unchanged. Even Ning Zhou thought that he could escape the punishment of time and guard the pure land of mankind for a long time.

“The Prophet also has such an idea. He’s waiting… until he finds someone to continue to maintain the Village of Dusk,” said the Illusionist, loosening his hand and clenching it into a fist.

“He wants you to inherit the Village of Dusk?” Ning Zhou asked plainly.

The Illusionist nodded then shook his head: “Either I or Si Ling, but I don’t want to. He’s taught me for many years, but… he doesn’t really understand me, or he doesn’t want to understand.”

The Illusionist laughed sourly, and murmured with melancholy and relief: “In his mind, the love for the world is above the love for the individual. He is detached, but none of us are. I will never learn that sort of love.”

He would never forget the scene from when he first met the Prophet.

That year, only half a year after entering the Nightmare Game, he became a member of the Court. After some inexplicable test, he followed an executive into the underground world of ice and snow accompanied by Si Ling, the future acting chief executive of the Court, who had joined the Court with him.

Through the long corridor, they came to the huge underground cathedral. In addition to rows of pews under the towering dome in front of them, there was a statue of a holy angel more than ten meters high, but it was not like an ordinary holy angel. His wings seemed to be made of metal, and his clothing style was slightly steampunk, but it perfectly blends with the expression of compassion and holiness on his face.

At the moment when they stepped into the cathedral, the holy angel’s effigy gave off a faint light, and a figure flew out of the angel, spread its white wings, and lightly landed in front of him.

Like a real angel, he landed on Earth from Heaven.

He smiled and said to their guide, “These are the students you found for me? They’re really young and cute.”

At that time, he had not been lying in the cold pool all year round.

At that time, he had never lost the pocket watch on his chest.

At that time, he had never met a man named Su He.

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