Almost at the same time, Lord Poker's arrow was shot.

The golden ears of wheat with the same golden stalks pierced the sky like a bolt of lightning.

The waves of wheat that swept back and forth parted to both sides in an instant, transmitting the unmatched speed and power of this sharp arrow into the distance.

The blade soared over the wheat field, creating a graceful curve.

"Quack."

The pitch-black crow screamed and fell headlong into the wheat field.

The breeze blew, the wheat waves regained order, and the falling crows instantly drowned in the wheat waves, as if sinking to the bottom of the sea.

The three white doves let out a crisp chirp and disappeared into the clear blue sky waving their white wings.

Lord Poker looked wistfully at the blue sky.

The white dove is gone, and the white clouds are empty for thousands of years.

"Hey, what are you barbarians doing?" Hat-kun's angry voice fell from the sky.

"You can't blame me for that." Master Poker whispered, "My eyes were indeed fixed on a white dove, but the moment the blade was fired, the crow appeared. ”

"You, do you know it's all over?" Hat-kun's voice was full of sadness.

"Why? That crow is also a memory of mine, right? ”

"yes, a bad memory." Hat-kun said hoarsely, "The crow's fall means that you have sacrificed this memory. ”

"Isn't that good?" Master Poker said.

Although I don't know which memory this crow represents, the poker adults are willing to give it without hesitation.

"What do you know?" Hat-kun was furious, "The sacrificial box needs the most precious memory, how can this crow handle it?" ”

"What then?" Master Poker slowly lowered the longbow in his hand, "Why don't you give me another arrow?" ”

"That's impossible!" "The blade is so precious that each person can only have one, which means that a person is willing to give the most precious thing. The arrow that was supposed to shoot down the treasure is now stuck in a cloud of useless dross, which is blasphemy, blasphemy, you know? ”

"Then ......," said Master Poker in a low voice, "it looks like we have to change people, alas." ”

"What are you sighing for?"

"If I make a substitution, it will only mean that I have failed the whole team."

"It's a troublesome matter, and it's not something that can be solved by another person." Hat-kun said.

"Why?"

"Because I am the person in charge of the sacrifice, it is up to me to scan and sift through the memories. No matter what this crow fell for, it always fell. This means that this memory has been chosen, and I have to present him. ”

"Then present it."

"What do you savage, you know?" Hat-kun said angrily, "Although the red mole looks decent, its status is the same as mine at best. ”

"Like you?" Lord Poker was puzzled.

You're obviously someone's little brother.

"The real owner of this hut is the box."

"Huh?"

"The Red Mole and I can be counted as having their own duties, and its role is not as good as mine, at most it is a newspaper."

"And you're a porter." Master Poker blurted out.

"Shut up." Hat-kun roared loudly, "You don't understand, that pretending mole has only three main functions after it appears. First, report to your home, call yourself the final boss without shame, and then open your voice and sing a few extremely ugly songs. Second, lead out the box of sacrifice and make the final rules clear. Third, groveling invited me to come and complete the sacrifice. ”

"Groveling, groveling?"

"yes, why did I play last? Because the most important characters must be on the finale. Unlike the pretentious mole, who casually gets the job done, my job is obviously much harder than his. The rest of the work is basically mine, I have to diligently scan the memory, and then carefully select, and finally seriously hand over to the sacrificial box. When I meet different people, I have to conjure up the most favorable environment for sacrifice, is it easy for me? ”

"It's a pity that I missed it in the end." Master Poker whispered.

"You, you barbarian!" Hat-kun roared angrily, "It's not because you're firing indiscriminately? ”

"Isn't it because you didn't clean up the battlefield?" Lord Poker argued.

He felt more and more that he couldn't blame himself for this, after all, the crow flew out suddenly, and the hat was just shirking responsibility.

"You, what do you know?" Hat-kun's voice trembled, "Memories are like an ocean, broad, vast, and messy. It's great to be able to do this. ”

"Well, it's outstanding. So what's next? ”

"What to do? What else can I do? Hat-king's voice was sad, "No matter what you shoot, you have to show it." But to sacrifice the crow was to give the noble king a dish, a dish that was served on a fine silver plate, but the ingredients and taste terrible. ”

"What are you afraid of?" Lord Poker asked with interest, "I make whatever the dish is, and you're not just responsible for carrying it?" Can that box still punish you? ”

"You know what?" Hat-kun whispered, "Isn't this as simple as punishment? Although my work is harder than that of the red mole, my position is not as secure as theirs. No matter how bad it is, there will always be a place for it in this cottage. I'm different, the chest is the king of the hut, and if it's not with me, I'm dead. ”

"Dead, dead?" Poker grown-ups don't understand how a hat can die?

"I'm not the first hat." Hat-kun muttered.

Not the first hat?

Master Poker immediately understood that eighty percent of the seniors in this hat had died generously.

Aside from arrogance, no one in sight, narrow-mindedness and retribution, the hat wasn't too bad, and Lord Poker decided to say something.

"Then, don't be so pessimistic." Lord Poker comforted softly, "Let's see what that crow represents, maybe you'll like that tattered box?" ”

"Yes, yes." Hat-kun reacted, "You barbarian who has done something wrong and driven your benefactor to a dead end, don't move yet, I'll talk about it after I'm done." ”

"Let's see it together, okay?"

"Not good." Hat-kun flatly refused, "You have already given it up, so naturally you can't recall it anymore." ”

After the hat gentleman finished speaking, he was silent.

Under the clear blue sky, the wheat waves are still tirelessly washing.

What does that crow represent?

Since the crow represents the memory of the trough cake, what are the painful memories of yourself?

Poker adults began to think.

Was it a snowy night when I was 7 years old? A fire that fell from the sky and burned his hometown to ashes?

No, it's not.

Hat-kun said that those memories can no longer be read, so naturally they can't be presented completely.

The memory of being punished by the Pai Gow Master because of the unsuccessful class?

That's a lot of memories.

I have been punished for standing, handstands, and hard labor.

Another time, because he broke into the lighthouse where Watarami-sama was without permission, he caused Lord Dice to be furious and ordered Pai Gow-sama to hang himself from a tree, which was the first time he saw Lord Dice angry, which was really terrible.

But in the end, Pai Gow still secretly let himself go. And tell yourself that the lighthouse where Watarigami-sama is located is a forbidden place on the island, and no one can enter it except for the great god envoy dice-sama.

What are some other painful memories?

Master Poker is lost in thought.

Meanwhile, Mr. Red Mole is telling its story.

"The man among them is a very clever fellow, no worse than a little girl like you. The first few mini-bosses were all eliminated by him like chopping melons and vegetables, and it can be said that he didn't face any resistance until I appeared. ”

"What about the woman?" Lingling asked.

"That woman is in great shape." Mr. Mole said.

"Hey, I'm asking what she's doing." Lingling added.

"Oh." Mr. Mole replied first, and then continued, "The woman's figure is truly remarkable, and it can be described as flawless except for a terrible face. But that face was terrible, full of dense scars. The woman stood aside, neither speaking nor helping, just staring at the man with affection. ”

"You said the man was terrible too."

"Yes, it's terrible. It's even more terrible than that woman, how can he describe him? Mr. Mole said with a look of horror, "He, he's only half a body." ”

"Half a body?" A person immediately came to mind in Lingling's mind.

Adler!

In the tavern outside the Wind Rush Bureau, I heard the No. 4 of the Turtle Clan say it.

Who is that woman? Could it be Ronge?

"He's only half a body, but his only leg is very flexible." Mr. Mole interrupted Lingling's thoughts.

"What happened?"

"That man wiped out all my little brothers in a flash of dismay." Mr. Mole said, "The first mini-boss was not enough for him to see, and he was eliminated the moment he appeared. The second flute player was also instantly found by him to find the characteristics of the melody and was defeated in one fell swoop. The third ......"

"Wait a minute!" Lingling interrupted Mr. Mole.

There's a problem here.

"I can understand the first two bosses, but what about the Splinter Rat?" Ling Ling said loudly, "That would require four people to step on at the same time to eliminate, how did that man do it?" Moreover, there are only two of them, how did they start the game? ”

"Well, I don't know, it may have something to do with the woman's hand."

"Something, something?"

"A little ball as crystal clear." Mr. Mole said, "The third boss, the Splinter Rat as you call it, was taken directly by this orb. Pity my little brother, he has only split twice, and before he could get enough, he was smashed back to his hometown by a crystal ball. ”