Ninety-five  Wish

Meng Lisa, nineteen years old this year, can be said to be an extremely ordinary girl, but she is not like everyone else. She will participate in various adventure teams and go out for adventure at this age, and her words are just an ordinary person. After all, not everyone in this world is good at fighting.

Therefore, at the age of nineteen, she had already started working in a flower shop. If nothing unexpected happens, the boss here will probably take over the flower shop from the year when she retires, and then pass it on to the next generation when she retires - because the owner of this flower shop is her father.

However, like all young girls, she also cares about things... Of course, it is not something special about emotions, but just something special about life, such as the man wearing black clothes and covering his face on a hot day when he appeared across the street.

Yes, it's very special. I'm afraid that no matter she or others, they will notice this existence as soon as possible. Please, the outdoor temperature is as high as 34 degrees. Monlisa will wonder if the flowers outside the store will wither because of this, but this guy is dressing up tightly withering his whole body?

I'm afraid if it's an ordinary person, he will fall out of heatstroke within fifteen minutes, and then be sent to the first aid center by a passerby, or the wallet taken away by a bad person by a passerby, and then sent to the first aid center.

Moreover, this guy's pace was extremely strange at this time. It was better to say that it was a bit weird than a bit weird? At least Meng Lisa felt that if she threw the scissors that cut off the excess flowers and leaves in her hand at the other party at this time, then whether she could hit the other party was a big question...

The guy continued walking and had already reached the center of the road. Although it seemed that this guy was only passing through this road and did not express any desire to enter the street here to buy things, Meng Lisa had already pushed open the store door with a rather flavorful fence made of flowers and trees to welcome it.

Because she knew that this guy was undoubtedly coming here to buy flowers. Although she couldn't even see the other person's appearance and identity clearly, she just thought so... Because almost every period of time, there would be such a guy who might be covered in his face or with a wide hood coming to his shop.

Sometimes it's a month, sometimes it's a few months, or even a short time, this guy comes here every week. And the weirdest thing is that according to this weird guy, his purpose of buying flowers was to give it to girls?

In fact, at the beginning, Meng Lisa only regarded this guy's behavior as a sign of embarrassment, but occasionally, when she handed out silver coins with a strong bloody smell through this guy, she no longer thought so - her clothes would be replaced and washed, but for coins that were often circulated, few people would care about the cleaning of this kind of thing.

Then, with the guy's steps that seemed a bit erratic, which seemed to be deep into his bones for some reason, Meng Lisa began to feel strange - she secretly hid the scissors behind her back to prevent the guy who was a little dangerous in this profession from hurting people because of a bad mood.

In fact, she would do this every time, but she could hardly use it once...

The weird guy had already passed the road, and as Mon Lisa expected, he walked straight to the flower shop where she was.

"Dad, that weird guy is here again!" Seeing this, Meng Lisa secretly said to the boss who was squatting in the store and taking care of the flowers and plants - in other words, her father looked at him and said.

"Freak?" Hearing this, the boss who was cutting the branches of each flower and plant growing back, said in confusion, but after he immediately discovered the figure that was slowly moving from far to near, he laughed in relief: "Oh! You said that... that... that is not a weird person!"

Ha? It's weird no matter how you look at it, right? If that guy hadn't paid every time, he would have reported the case to the city guard! When Meng Lisa heard her father's words, she frowned deeply and thought, and she also thought in her heart that if the boss in this store was like her father, would she go bankrupt one day because she was looted?

But it was really weird. Did my dad know this guy? But if he knew him, he should be the one who grew up in this city? Why did he have no impression of this figure that he had seen many times? Meng Lisa thought about it, but then gave up this seemingly unscientific guess, turned around and walked into the store, asking her dad to greet this "acquaintance".

"Oh! Young man." Seeing this strange figure stopping at the door of the store and even attracting people around him to watch, the boss greeted him like an ordinary customer without any other. Even to say, it was still the more familiar one.

"Yes." The head, which was deeply covered by the cloak, tapped gently, and then fell into silence - but the boss was surprised to find that although this guy had covered his face before, this time it was obviously so mysterious that it was so mysterious that it was not only the face, but also the skin on the neck was covered with bandages.

But this is not something the retired flower shop owner should care about. He shook his head, picked up a bouquet of roses with dew from the side, and said, "The roses are very beautiful today? Okay, I will wrap them for you now? I believe your girlfriend will be as happy as before when she received them!"

Then, without waiting for the strange customer to answer, the boss had already started packing on his own - after all, he had confirmed that the other party wanted to buy it for the girl once in a while, so since it was given to the girl, of course there would be no mistake in the rose!

But the most important point is... Selling a bouquet of roses is of course much higher profits than selling a bouquet of chrysanthemums. Or even if ordinary customers say they want to buy it for men, the boss will try every means to suggest that the other party buy the most expensive roses!

The strange guest behind him was still silent. Soon, the boss had packed the things and handed them to the other party - he had already started to wait for the other party to hand over the money. If every customer was so easy to talk to, he would take the things and leave after paying too much, then he would be much more relaxed.

However, what surprised him this time was that the other party had not taken the goods he had handed out for a long time, nor had he handed out the coins he had prepared long ago...

"It's dead." Suddenly, such a voice came from the other party's covered mouth. Due to too many obstacles, the sound seemed a bit dull and blurry.

"Ah?" The boss said unexpectedly - rather than saying that he didn't hear clearly before, it was a reason, it would be better to say that he was unable to understand why the other party said such words at this location... Therefore, it was natural for him to speak such a puzzled tone.

"I mean the person I want to send is dead." The voice had to be added, and the tone that was originally extremely indifferent seemed a little impatient at this time - of course, right? The fact that an important friend died was dead actually asked the other party to confirm twice in a row, and most people would get angry!

"Oh, sorry." Hearing this, the boss was stunned for a moment, and finally woke up from his dream and said this, but looking at his confused look, it was impossible to confirm too much apology.

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"..." Both of them fell silent all of a sudden.

In the end, the owner of the flower shop with some confusion on his face was still the one with a confused look on his face. He asked with such a puzzled expression: "What's wrong? Is there anything else? Is this a funeral home?"

Hearing this, the mysterious customer who seemed helpless finally frowned and said, "...I want to give flowers to dead people. I must not buy the wrong ones this time."

When he said that he could not buy the wrong one in the end, the emphasis was obviously increased, and the flower shop owner also made the fusshop owner notice his mistakes all the time - it seemed that he had always given the wrong thing? But what made him even more concerned was that this guy didn't care before, but this time he made corrections.

"It is probably the last time..." said the last in a nearly imperceptible word.

"Ah?" the owner of the flower shop asked in confusion. He always felt that this regular customer who was not very decent in his career was not normal today, but in the end he put the newly packaged roses and changed a bouquet of lilies. He looked at the other party and said, "Then choose this? Lily? This is how everyone buys..."

"Then let's do it." The other party nodded with satisfaction, then took the lily handed over by the boss, and without asking how much it cost, he directly popped up a gold coin and turned around and left.

Looking at the strange figure holding a bouquet of white lilies slowly leaving, the flower shop owner held the gold coins with the remaining warmth in his hand. For some reason, he suddenly felt that this was probably the last time he saw this strange guest, and murmured: "Is it the last time?"

The figure wearing a wide cloak and a hood covering most of his face slowly fell into the crowd. He was holding the lily that he wanted to give to the important person, but he covered his left arm at this time, as if the pain was causing him severely, and his body was trembling, but because of the wide cloak, he was not noticed by others.

And at the same time, what has not been noticed... On his neck, which is wrapped in bandages, where the bandages are intertwined, what is revealed is not the material of human skin, but a strange metallic luster?

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At this time, in a dark room located in a certain part of the city, an image was displayed on a screen that seemed to be made of crystals, but what was reflected on it was not something in the room, but a figure covered in a black cloak in another corner of the city.

"It's probably...it's already spread to more than half of the range." Luen supported the table with both hands, looked at the figure walking in a certain direction on the screen in front of him, and said lightly, but although he was in a calm tone, his eyes showed a very serious look.

"So the completion rate is now over 50? But can you really get the finished product in this way?" Leco, who was sitting next to him, frowned and said, "It was obvious that he used the same method before, but what he got was only some semi-finished products. And, where did you know this manufacturing method?"

While saying this, Leco's face became more and more confused. At this time, he even began to question whether the method the other party used from the beginning was really effective.

"Well, that's of course. Besides, what I'm doing is not to create a brand new thing, but to restore its essence. As for the method... it's not so much a method, it's better to say that this is just a transaction between me and a dead person and fulfill his wish, right?" Luen said slowly, his plain tone did not seem to be concealed at all.

"Restore?" Leco asked in confusion.

"Yes, it seems that you and your nephew have completely mistaken the essence of the Stone of Disaster. Remember that among the deeds that have been circulated outside, this kind of thing is a magic weapon scattered around the world when the power of the whole continent is used to attack a black magician. That's right?" Luen said.

"Well, it's true that's true." Leco thought for a while and nodded.

"So don't you understand yet? Although it is indeed a magic weapon for the black magician, what exactly can satisfy the holder's wishes?!" Luen said with a strange smile: "Although the way to accomplish is indeed a bit unexpected, it is really responding and fulfilling the holder's wishes, right?"

"Whether it is the poor city that was previously excavated precious gems or the lovers 'forever', are these undoubtedly the deepest wishes in their hearts?"

"!!" Hearing this, Leco seemed to think of something and showed a shocked expression: "You mean?"

"Yes, it is better to say that it is a fragment of the magic weapon, rather than a fragment of the omnipotent wishing machine - the fragment of the 'Stone of Truth'! Since it is such an amazing thing as a wishing machine, it is understandable that the news released by the temple said that it is just a fragment of the magic weapon that brings disaster? It seems that due to its master... that is, some settings before the death of the black magician, its wishing effect has also been distorted, and it has become what it is now." Luen ignored Leco's shocked expression next to him and continued slowly.

"So if you think what I have been doing is to create artificial 'Stone of Truth' in the form of pregnancy, this is not correct, but of course I haven't told you before... What I am doing now is to restore the fragments of the Stone of Truth that have been affected and changed and turned into an unusable 'waste'." Luen said.

"Restore... the Stone of Truth?" Leco said in shock.

"Well, since it has become like this after responding to the wish of the black magician, then in other words, the fragments of the Stone of Truth... No, everything the Stone of Disaster does is responding to the thoughts of the late Black magician. In this way, this is just a way for the Stone of Truth to realize the wish for the master."

Luen paused at this point, took a deep breath, and continued to say: "Then what we have to do is very simple. As long as we catalyze the fulfillment of the black magician's wish, the stone of truth will be restored to its original appearance early. Even, perhaps our appearance and our plan are one of the choices made by this stone of truth!"

"In other words, it is a determined fate!"

"Read his wish?" Leco frowned deeply when he heard this. He could not imagine how to help a dead man who could no longer speak to realize his wish.

"Of course! According to the information, as the previous holder of this stone of truth, the black magician, in addition to massacres, used living people to do some experiments. No murderer or pervert can describe what the guy did, then it would be easy to guess in this way?" Luen waved his finger and said with a positive look.

"What else can such a guy beheaded to death by a crowd in his lair? Besides revenge on society?"

"...It's right." Leco was silent and nodded helplessly.

"So, just keep what we did before, and according to my guess, it's very close now. Once the thing in front of us is completed, we will probably get what we want." Luen said slowly, turning his head to look at his accomplices sitting aside: "This is not only me, but you, but also you, can you see the right world you want to see, right?"

"Yes..." Leco nodded silently, but then suddenly remembered something and asked: "But why do you still want to find Lancelot and that brave man? They are not guys who have a good impression of you. Although I don't plan to kill you now, I don't guarantee that they won't change their minds either."

"Indeed, the guy with a sword that can see through the hearts is the object of people's side wherever he is put. Perhaps this is one of the sources of the tragedy of sword holders in all generations? And that guy Lancelot himself has a bad reputation and is simply unreliable." Luen touched his chin and said.

"But there is no way. If it weren't for this level of help, it wouldn't work. Well...even you can't work, unless you have finished making up your stone of truth." He seemed a little helpless when he said this.

"no?"

"Well, because if I guessed correctly, probably... no, there must be a few troublesome guys who will prevent this thing from being born!" Luen said affirmatively.

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Chapter completed!