"Please find the mud and bury him." Nicola Tesler looked at Sean seriously. Yan Xiaoen nodded without hesitation: "Yes. If the labyrinth island is safe in the future, I will take you to his grave."

"Thank you, Sean." It seemed that Tesler really cared about this matter. He seemed to want to shake Sean's hand, but he opened his arms and hugged Sean tightly.

Before dinner, Sean took advantage of his alone time and reported his safety to Aaliyah through the **** rose brooch: "I am safe now, don't worry about it. I will return in about a week and take care of myself." Conveying more words is in vain Divine power is precious, so the sentence is short.

After a while, Sean heard a response from Aaliyah through the brooch: "Okay." Although the response was brief, Sean could hear Aaliyah's hoarse voice as she agreed obediently. There is a feeling of relief in the middle, and there is a faint ending of sobbing after that.

I haven't heard from her for nearly two months, and there are all kinds of messy news coming from the continent I'm going to. During this period, I contacted with a rose brooch and got no reply... It seems that she is really worried this time.

Xiao En felt a little distressed, and didn't know how she spent this time. He secretly made up his mind that he would spend the rest of the time back with his poor sister... As the host, Tesler prepared a perfect dinner for all his friends. The food was exquisite and delicious, and everyone chatted happily.

Of course, the meat at this feast was imported, not the dubious product of that horrible processing plant.

After drinking some white wine, Arthur, who has always been free and easy, once again swept away the secretive style of the explorers, and showed their biggest harvest of this journey-Clark Stella's notebook at the dinner.

When everyone realized that it was a travel book and guide about Raliyah, they all held their breath and straightened their eyes.

The travel notes about R'lyeh are no less than someone's detailed introduction to the real hell. Of course, although we all know the rarity and preciousness of this text, ordinary people don't have the idea of ​​seeing it—after all, even just reading the text written in green ink for a while may make you mistakenly read it in your dream that night. into that great city.

No matter how crazy a fantasist is, he will not allow himself to have such an impulse. Everyone looked at the old book with reverent and curious eyes, and raised their glasses together to congratulate the return of Zi Lalaiye and the great achievement of fulfilling Stella's last wish... After the dinner, the people who were still unsatisfied stayed in the living room Continue smoking, drinking and chatting.

Sean went back to his room first. He was a little tired and wanted to have a good sleep. After washing, he saw Olivia sitting facing the blue water.

The slender girl turned her head: "Excuse me, reader." She lowered her head slightly and parted her white hair, revealing the keyhole on the delicate nape of her neck.

Sean understood, took out the bronze key, carefully inserted it into the keyhole, and then turned it gently—the core flywheel of the Seiko girl will be wound up after a while.

The initial rotation felt very loose, and as the tail of the pendant passed through every angle, there was a continuous clicking sound, as if tightening a music box, which made people feel relaxed and happy.

Sean's eyes fell on Olivia. The light-emitting seawater illuminated the petite body, and Sean could see scars like river vein maps on the surface of the alchemy metal that reflected the restrained light.

There is also the latest one, which runs through the left shoulder and right abdomen like a ribbon, and the healing line is like a slightly raised pale golden mountain range.

Both are the traces that Olivia healed after being injured. Even with the self-memory and restoration properties of those magical metals, every restoration leaves a scar.

"Olivia, do you feel pain?" Every time her body was broken, she remained expressionless. Sean has been unable to bear to ask this question.

She raised her head, blinked, and said, "Yes.

"But pain is necessary," she added. Seemingly realizing that the reader was silent, she turned her head, her red pupils were slightly bright, like some kind of innocent cub: "Sean, don't worry about the pain I feel.

"Olivia, who is the candle bearer, is very happy." Sean was still turning the key—the resistance from his fingertips became stronger.

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"Like I said before, I can hear my heart ticking when I'm sitting in a museum."

"Tick, tick..." Olivia imitated, as if imitating a second hand.

"Maybe at that time I was just a desk clock, beating sixty times a minute. I counted it in the dark, and when I counted to more than 6.2 billion, the door opened, and there was a sound from the back of my neck." The voice of the bar, I opened my eyes and saw you..." She turned her head happily, as if she must look at Sean when she said this.

"I became your candle bearer..." as if describing a good dream,

"Because I was with you, I stood on the stone platform in the Night Wind Temple and became a goddess.

"I stood behind you during the initiation ceremony, watched your back, and was with all the people in the book club."

"What is pain compared to counting the ticks in the dark, wondering if your heart is rusted?

"Pain is necessary, even pain...

"It turns out that it can be happy." It seemed that she said it a little bluntly, and she turned her head away with some embarrassment.

"Also, Sean will feel sorry for me.

"The meaning of Candle Bearer is obviously to sacrifice for the readers, but it's ridiculous—Xiao En actually told me not to always rush to the front, but to always protect me...

"It's like buying a book but being reluctant to read it." Click. The clockwork is full. He put the bronze key away properly.

"Olivia~lightnovelpub.net~you..." She turned her head in doubt, blinking her eyes like that: What's the matter, reader?

"You are becoming more and more like a real person." Sean stared at her, as if he saw Aaliyah, a cluster of flowers swaying in the wind, and the most beautiful thing in the world.

"No, I was wrong—" He shook his head again,

"You are already a real person." Olivia opened her eyes wide in surprise, because she saw Sean approaching, and her forehead was slightly warmed.

Sean has never acted like this before. Sean... she hugged the reader. Two years ago, she never thought that she could still hug someone.

That feels so good. Solid, spacious and warm, like a bird flying back to its nest. In her nest, the candle bearer closed her eyes.

Tick, tick, she could still hear the voice in her chest, but the voice was no longer cold.

Time went from an endless stream of falling sand to a gift. She appreciates every second of this gift.