Forget-Me-Not (3)

The Temple Alliance consists of Six Great Temples.

They are the core fighting force of the Human Race in their fight against the Demon Race.

Due to the differences in the six professions, the architectural styles of the Knight Temple Six Great Temples are also quite different. Among them, the architectural style of the Magic Temple is more European, and it has the most people and is the most mainstream path to transcendence. The architectural style of the Magic Temple is also more European, but unlike the Knight Temple, which is similar to the Papacy, the European style of the Magic Temple is a retro version, with many towers, officially called the Mage Tower. Summoners belong to the Soul Temple, warriors are naturally in the Warrior Temple, priests are in the Priest Temple, and the Assassin Temple, where assassins reside, is a quiet castle, full of darkness and the unknown.

However, assassins are, by nature, a group of killers who live in the shadows.

This environment did not make them feel uneasy.

The only difference between an assassin and a killer is their beliefs.

An assassin is someone who kills for their beliefs.

Those who assassinate for money are called assassins.

Therefore, the Assassin Temple is not an undisciplined killer organization. On the contrary, the rules of the Assassin Temple are unimaginably strict, and the much-criticized hierarchical system prevails here.

Sheng Cai'er walked ahead, taking the lead.

All the investigations naturally fell apart on their own.

However, due to Sheng Cai'er's outstanding appearance and her position as the "Reincarnation Saintess" in the Assassin Temple, Ye Qingcang, who stood next to Sheng Cai'er, inevitably received some attention.

Along with it came whispers.

"Holy crap, am I seeing things? The young lady is holding that kid's arm?"

"Who's that kid? Do you guys know him?"

"By the way, do you guys know what the relationship is between the young lady and that boy?"

"I don't know, but judging from the young lady's expression... she smiled?"

"Are you kidding me...? Oh my god, the young lady actually laughed?"

"Hey, do you think the Temple Master knows about this?"

"You should know that..."

"The problem is, I've never heard of this before... Do you guys know about it?"

"Who knows..."

"Anyway, I don't know."

The number of witnesses is increasing.

More and more people are whispering among themselves.

Even though neither Sheng Cai'er nor Ye Qingcang paid any attention to these insignificant characters, the commotion still spread rapidly throughout the Assassin Temple and continued to spread outwards.

Sheng Cai'er led Ye Qingcang to the Assassin Temple's dining hall with an open and generous manner. She calmly sat down, ignoring the commotion among the assassins around her. She tilted her head, her intimate manner needing no description; anyone with eyes could see it. "This is the dining hall... To be honest, I rarely come here. In the past, other people would bring my food to my room, so I don't know what dishes are good here."

"It's alright..." Ye Qingcang laughed, "There's a saying that beauty is food for the eyes."

Sheng Cai'er blushed.

Under the slightly dim yellow light.

It looks incredibly tempting.

I poured some hot water and rinsed the bowls and chopsticks.

Her gentle demeanor stunned all the assassins who were still eating in the cafeteria.

The same goes for the four mischievous kids who were peeping through the window.

They watched helplessly as Sheng Cai'er and Ye Qingcang chatted and laughed while having their meal.

His expression was exactly the same as the other assassins in the cafeteria.

A good while passed.

It then retreated back into the grass.

"Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap!" Only then did the young man in the Blue Assassin Uniform dare to panic. "When has the young lady ever been so proactive... Could it be that the young lady has two personalities?"

"You're asking me? How would I know?" the young man in the Dark Green Assassin Uniform replied, peeking out and widening his eyes in disbelief. "Holy crap, the young lady is feeding this kid with chopsticks!"

"She reeks of the stench of a rotting romance..." The young man in the Dark Red Assassin Uniform accurately guessed the trigger, receiving disdainful looks from the other three. "Okay, okay, it's not a stench, alright... She smells good, Miss has smelled good the whole time."

"Right now, I just feel choked up..."

The brown-haired assassin quietly raised his hand and whispered.

I second that.

The other three added in unison.

Then, they looked at each other, sighing in despair.

Eating dog food is one thing.

There wasn't even any saliva.

Let them choke to death.

However, Ye Qingcang and Sheng Cai'er are not people who like to understand others.

They were feeding each other, showering each other with a dose of PDA.

Hand in hand, we embarked on our post-dinner stroll.

In fact, at Ye Qingcang and Sheng Cai'er's level, whether or not they eat is no longer important. They don't need to rely on a meal to live. What matters more is the fun and enjoying the atmosphere that makes each other feel comfortable. As for how many people choke to death or how many people's fragile mentality is traumatized, it is not important in their eyes.

Even if it causes a stir, so what?

Sheng Cai'er touched the ring on Ye Qingcang's thumb.

My thoughts seemed to drift back to when I was three years old.

"What are you thinking about?" Ye Qingcang stopped by a fountain. The Assassin Temple had a somber atmosphere, with no extra embellishments even around the fountain. However, the Assassin Temple's aesthetic sense was still acceptable. Including the castle, everything leaned towards a minimalist style. People who weren't afraid of solitude would really like this place, just like him, sitting opposite the fountain, listening to its sound with his eyes closed. "I can sense that you seem a little sad. Would you like to talk about it?"

"I was just thinking about some things from the past." Sheng Cai'er closed her eyes and leaned on Ye Qingcang's shoulder, listening to the sound of the fountain with her eyes closed, just like Ye Qingcang. It was as if she was telling a story, her soft tone full of calm. "Do you remember when I was three years old, I became the so-called Reincarnation Saintess, all my senses were sealed off, and I fell into darkness? At first, when I heard your voice, I even threatened you. You seemed to be only three years old then, right?"

"You're almost four years old now." Ye Qingcang, also stirred up by Sheng Cai'er's words, chuckled, "I remember how fierce you were back then..."

He and Sheng Cai'er had known each other even before Violet.

That was an experiment he conducted when he had just figured out the background board, wanting to see if he could communicate with other worlds. However, due to the immature technology at the time, he fiddled with it for a long time and only managed to contact Sheng Cai'er, who was also three years old at the time. Also limited by the technology, he could only greet Sheng Cai'er through his voice, which was equivalent to making a phone call. During this time, many interesting things happened.

Then, Sheng Cai'er fell into a coma for two years.

Communication did not gradually resume until two years later.

He had previously lost his hearing and sense of taste.

Two years for hearing, two years for taste.

It affects both the body and the soul simultaneously.

In other words, aside from the initial two years of coma when Sheng Cai'er was nearly six years old, there were two more years when Sheng Cai'er could not hear him speak. After that, there were another two years when Sheng Cai'er could hear him speak, but she could not speak herself. The time they could communicate normally was only about five years.

It was precisely because of this experience that we learned our lesson.

The Jade Seal Machine was only then formally developed.

Jiang Nannan and Ju Zi are typical examples.

"Yes, I was not only fierce back then, but I also became very clingy after we got to know each other..." Sheng Cai'er closed her eyes and rubbed Ye Qingcang's cheek. "Every ten minutes or so, I would ask if you were there, which annoyed you so much that you found a storybook and read to me until I fell asleep. It wasn't until two years later, when I woke up and did the math, that I realized you had read stories to me for more than seventy hours. At that time, it really felt like I had lived a lifetime."

"In the dark, a person's senses and emotions are amplified infinitely. Let alone blocking their senses for seven days, even seven days of solitary confinement could drive most well-trained soldiers to a mental breakdown..." Ye Qingcang chuckled self-deprecatingly, because he had also tried solitary confinement, attempting to use this method to grind down his restlessness. But the first time he confined himself, he only lasted three days before bursting out and sitting outside for several hours before calming himself down. Since then, he had a general understanding of Sheng Cai'er's suffering. "Let's not talk about these unhappy things..."

"Mmm." Sheng Cai'er's breathing gradually calmed down, and she habitually nuzzled Ye Qingcang's cheek. "Just stay with me quietly for a while..."

"Okay." Ye Qingcang lowered his arm, put his arm around Sheng Cai'er's shoulder, and pulled the girl, who lacked a sense of security, into his arms.

It seems they've sensed something.

She slightly raised her eyes and looked into the distance.

They didn't say anything.

But a hint of displeasure flashed across his eyes.