When he arrived, Mrs. Chorvelin was smiling. This did not surprise Severance. He brought her lovely flowers.

They stood under the golden tree, the leaves rustling softly in the breeze. Sunlight shimmers through its moving canopy, forming a dappled light that shimmers like a disco ball. Seif's eyes narrowed as the light flashed through his eyes.

Ms. Jovelyn's case; She found a little shade without such troubles. He took the flowers out of his inventory. In his hands, somehow arranged into a perfect bouquet. The orange star flowers looked charming, and if they hadn't caused him so much sadness, he might even have spent a minute admiring them.

"Your flowers."

"Thank you, dear." Mrs. Chorvilyn took it cautiously, the corners of her eyes furrowed slightly. "They're beautiful. My sister will love them, I'm sure. “

She had better like them, he thought bitterly.

"Poor boy, you work hard. This is my gratitude. Mrs. Chorvelin took out a small embroidery needle. It is orange in color and has a familiar star-shaped flower in shape.

He gritted his teeth and took it. This was exactly what he needed: a perfect reminder of the suffering he had experienced.

Mission Accomplished: Return to Ms. Jovelyn.

You are rewarded with +1 vitality.

At least that's a good extra vitality point. It almost stops the nightmare of the bees and becomes worth it. Maybe she saw how many times he was killed by bees and decided to take pity on him.

"Thanks," he said, though his heart wasn't there.

Mrs. Chorvelin smiled. "You're brave, my dear. Unfortunately, I don't have anything more to help you, but I have a good friend who can help you a little. “

"Who?" Seif suspects this is another clue to explore. If so, he wants this mission to be more about healing than killing.

"Oh, she's the cutest little baby. However, this is a real shame. She had some terrible misfortune today, and her heart was broken. She lost some of her dearest pets today, you see. I think she would appreciate it if you could go over and cheer her up. Mrs. Chorvelin took out a handkerchief and wiped her eyes carefully. What do you say, my dear? “

That sounds terrible. Cheering? What kind of pursuit is this? He couldn't even have a brief conversation with a child. How can you make a stranger happy?

Seif exhaled slowly. Maybe he had to heal the man so he could make her feel better. He was a priest, and Lady Jovilyn was the chief priest manager of Assendes, so that made sense.

"Okay," he agreed. "I'll go see her."

When Severance was stunned when he received the mission: Cheer for Selma, the notice came. Wait a minute. That doesn't seem quite right. He gave Miss Jovilyn a skeptical look. "What the hell happened to your friend?"

The lady writhed her hands and said sadly.

"It was a tragic event, my dear. I almost couldn't help but feel the pain when I talked about it. But"—she sighed, "since you asked, I'll tell you." You see, Thelma has always loved bees. She keeps a few bees as her own children, and pampers them with great care. Today, however, some cruel monsters broke into her flower field and slaughtered several in the worst possible way.

She absolutely broke down, and as her dearest friend, so did I. Severance stared at her, his face relaxed in disbelief. Did he hear him right? Is this about bees again? "Are you serious?"

"I'm afraid so." She nodded sincerely. Then she sniffed it again and wiped her watery eyes with a handkerchief. "It's really a serious matter."

"You want me to go and cheer her up. Because her bees were killed. “

"Oh, if you can be so kind. Her house is right next to her flower field. “

Seif couldn't believe it. "But you made me ......"

"Oh my gosh, look at that?" She stood on tiptoe, gesturing to look over his shoulder. "Look at all the people waiting to see me!"

Sef turned. There was only one person, and they were still a hundred feet away. It would take at least half a minute for them to reach Ms. Jovelyn. Squinting his eyes, he faced the cunning woman.

She smiled softly. "Let's go, dear. If no one helps her, I'm worried about her mental health. Thank you! “

He stared at her blankly, silent. Seeing that he didn't move, she tilted her head and gave him a sweetness. "If you can do that, I'll give you a reward." You're trying to bribe me, aren't you? He took a deep breath and spit it out in a big gulp. "Okay."

He left in a chaotic emotional vortex. First, she asks him to kill the bees. She then pretends that it's not her fault that her best friend is sad. Are they even real friends? The more he thought like that, the more suspicious I became. To him, it sounded more like a twisted plan for revenge.

You've received a message from a majestic buddy. Do you want to open the message?

Sev didn't even care anymore. The game didn't make sense, and he doubted that a strange player's message would have any effect at this time. "Yes, open information."

"Hey, Sef!" The awesome guy's voice rang out, like it was being sung out of a megaphone. "Can I call you that? Sef? Your name is strange and too long. Sev is much easier. Anyway, just wanted to let you know. I inquired and found out what the next therapist's task would be. Oh my God, that's a big problem! You're going to need some help! You're definitely going to need some help this time! I'll be waiting for you at Selma's farm, okay? Bye! “

It seems that Selma is famous among the players. This made him unkind to the task. But what is even more surprising is that the rascal actually wants to help him. Severance shook his head, not in the slightest disbelief. Everyone says one thing just to sound good, but in reality, they mean something else.

Words don't make much sense. They are like air, drifting in the wind and finally scattered in the sky. He couldn't trust them. Trust is an illusion, and hope is a lie. Sef wasn't going to trust a random stranger to actually help out of kindness. This only happens in movies.

The system window was closed and no response was issued. He was sure that when he arrived at Selma's farm, no one would be waiting for him.

When he returns to the Blossom Meadows, several players are fighting the bees. He recognized two of them and decided to walk long way around the grass instead of through it.

Despite his attempts to avoid it, Queenie's voice drifted towards him. "Oh, Aslan, you're amazing!"

If he had the ability, he would turn green? And a violent illness. He didn't know how Aslan could endure being by her side.

"It's nothing," Aslan replied modestly. "Please let me go now."

He said, "Oh, I'm so sorry! I'll try not to get in your way. “

Seve

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CE walked faster, with a blank face. Despite himself, he was forced to notice their teamwork. To his disappointment, this was much more efficient than he had before.

Aslan attracts bees and attracts their attention, while Queenie picks star flowers. Then she would stand behind and watch, while Aslan would heroically knock down the bees with his sword. With a shy smile, she flicked her hair, making sure he was watching, and then lovingly mended his wounds.

Saitian gagged. Did he inadvertently walk into a cheesy love book? He wanted to erase his memory so he wouldn't relive that scene again.

He started jogging so that he could reach the far side of the meadow faster. The two team members faded from view, and the only thing he could see was the grass swaying in the wind and the quiet rustle. It made him feel noticeably better.

The dark figure flew overhead, and its slender wings greeted I?. The wind was blowing. Bursts of shrill chirps rang out behind them. Severance looked up to watch. There were two people, rolling in the sky like a pair of acrobats. They quickly flew out of sight.

Keep moving. Walking through the meadow, there is a hill rising not far away. A thin walkway winds its way up a grassy slope to a quaint cottage on top of a hill. It looks like a small fishing village with windswept wood and a crumbling porch.

As he climbed the shallow hillside, a man sat on a chair on the porch. Whimpering. As Ms. Jovelyn said, Thelma is the poster child for heartbreak. She held her head in her hands, and every heart-rending cry made her shoulders tremble.

Thelma is suffering because he killed her bees, so it's part of his fault.

He stopped a few feet from the porch. "Hello?"

The sobbing woman doesn't respond, lost in her own little world. Gray, curly hair hung down from her head and became a mess that obscured her face.

"Thelma?"

The woman sobbed and paused. He didn't look up, and roared, "Go away!" “

"Ms. Jovilyn sent me," he said

Thelma stopped sobbing. Raised his head. Sef flinched at the sight of her face. Lifeless eyes, red from crying, had sunk deep into her skull. Her pale face looked haggard, and her gray skin clung to her cheekbones. This is not a face that has just lost a loved one. It's like you've been suffering for years.

"Jovi sent you?" Thelma asked in an eerie, hollow voice. "Another?"

Another? Severance hesitated. Is it? “

Thelma stared at him. Her face contorted into a kind of animalistic growl. "The witch! That little witch from a lowly background who indulges others! “！ How many more people will she send to torture me? How many toddler fools do I have to put up with before she's satisfied? “

His eyes widened, and Sev raised his hands. "I'm just here to talk."

"Talk about what?". The last word she spat out was so vicious that I unconsciously took a step back.

"Hmm," he said, slurring. "Lady Jovilyn said you, lost your bees, and—" "No," Selma hissed. Her eyes were almost bulging out of their sockets.

"No more! Without! "Nope!" Thelma roared! I won't listen to a word again! She sent one outsider after another to try to defeat my will, but enough was enough! And she did! "I don't know! And she did! She did this to my babes, and now, I'm going to gouge out her eyes! “

Thelma threw her head back, and the woman yelled in the primordial storm of anger and grief. It scared every bone of Seif. Forget the heartbreak - this woman has completely lost her mind.

Her screaming suddenly stopped. She turned her bloodshot gaze back to him.

"You," she hissed. "She asked you to come to me, didn't she?" "Isn't it?" Severance tried to stop languishing.

"Lie!" Thelma roared, lunging at him with her clawed fingers. "I'll kill you first, and give your heart to that witch!"

Sef couldn't move. The whole situation had been turned upside down, and then it had quickly descended into pure madness, so much so that he struggled to figure it out. He knew he needed to move, yet his feet seemed to want him dead because they weren't moving.

"Run!" A hand grabbed his wrist and jerked it. Seve

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ce found himself being pumped aside, the moment Thelmap pounced. The hand around his wrist tugged, and he ran.

He stared at the back of the man who saved him in complete disbelief. "Amazing guys? It's you! “

The awesome dude flashed a big smile on his shoulder, and his gold teeth caught the light out of nowhere, sparkling like something out of a cartoon. "Hi Sef! How are you? How's it going? “

He didn't expect this rascal to appear here at all.

"This way," shouted the mighty Dude, not giving him a chance to respond. Can only keep up. They rounded the back of Selma's hut and rushed towards a small tree hole down the hill. Sephrans backs down because speed and trees are never a good combination. Ha.

This rascal is not worried at all. The hand that held his wrist tightened and pulled with incredible force. They crashed into the tree, and the branches scraped against their faces, arms, and shoulders.

"Wait," Sev gasped. His life flashed right before his eyes. Literally so. Each of his impacts would cause a flush of red around his vision. This little jogger will kill Thelma before he does. "Hold on, it's almost there!" Awesome dude sounds pretty refreshing.

Sev was startled when a twig nearly gouged out an eye, and stumbled when they fell into ankle-length water. They made a splash on the creek, and then the team members let go of his wrist and stopped.

"There," the imposing dude sighed. "She's not going to cross the river. We're safe for now. “

"How could it be --??" It was the only word Severance could utter. He was still trying to remember.

Dude remained undaunted. "Looks like I've come at the right time. You know, Selma became famous for killing clergy. A lot of people have abandoned this task. But I've heard of someone getting by by tricking her or something, so we might as well give it a try. “

If the mighty Dood hadn't appeared at the time of his appearance, he would have died in another of Lady Jovelyn's whims. But more importantly, the hooligans have appeared.

He saw the mighty Dude in a new light. When was the last time someone put so much effort into him? If he didn't count Uncle Finn, Severance thought only of blanks, because the answer was no one. No one has done anything for him.

So, why is Awey-Dude like this? What does he want?

The rascal did not notice the fluctuations in Seif's heart. "Are you ready to catch this crazy woman? Don't worry. I'm here, little meaning! “

He took a deep breath. "Okay, how do we do that?"