Who says the Magic Cyber ​​Police can't overthrow the Heavenly Gang?

How come the Moth Warrior's teenage years are exactly the same as his!

I should have known better than to spy on them. Not only did I not find anything, but I also witnessed such an eyesore!

Let's give our children some privacy!

Latis stood up with a splitting headache, clenched his fists slightly, and tried to summon the Dream Nail to end this dream fragment.

There's absolutely no way this good-for-nothing youth could have any clues about carrying out the commission!

Moth Fighter, reflect on your actions!

Latis felt the heat in his palm and had just vaguely grasped the hilt of the Dream Nail when a familiar voice suddenly came from beside him.

"Oh, are you looking for the Moth Warrior?"

"what……"

Latis quickly turned to the kind-looking Moth Prophet, scratched his head, and said:

"It seems to be in bed now, I plan to look for it later."

"I see."

The Moth Prophet smiled gently, its weathered face surveying Latis before turning to the empty torch of the Holy Flame, and said:

"After the sacred flame leaves, the resonance with the heavens weakens by 90%. Under such influence, it's normal for them to become a little sleepy. Young people don't have so many things to worry about. They can sleep a little longer if they want."

"Uh...is that so?"

Latis touched his chin uncertainly, shifted his position on the edge of the platform, glanced at the dark torch following the gaze of the Moth Prophet, and then turned to look at the aged Moth Prophet.

The moth prophet looked exactly like he remembered. This prophet had once transformed into a crystal of light before him, then turned into the purest power of light to be collected by the Dream Nail. Now, he met the prophet again in someone else's dream. After a long separation, they had become strangers.

Thinking of this, Latis couldn't help but feel a touch of indescribable emotion.

He looked away, shook his head, and said:

"Your Excellency the Prophet, if you think it's better for young people to rest more, why send the Moth Warriors on a journey of nomadic life?"

"Because it finds the meaning it seeks in the journey."

The Moth Prophet slowly sat down and said with a smile:

"If it doesn't move forward, it will probably regret it in the future, its life will be full of regrets... You see, although it seems lazy, it has many thoughts in its heart. I would rather drive it on the road, and perhaps accept its complaints a little - but I know it won't. The moth fighter is a kind and good child. It just lacks a reason, not an expectation for the journey."

"It sounds a bit complicated, but basically it's a traveler who says one thing but does another, driven by his own interests, right?"

Latis shrugged helplessly and said:

"However, at first I thought you chose it because it was the strongest young moth in the tribe."

“How could that be?” The Moth Prophet chuckled and shook his head. “It chose this path, not us. If we weren’t filled with a desire for life, how could we subconsciously maintain a healthy body and become full of strength?”

"Yes, really..."

Latis's eye twitched slightly, as if recalling the scene of the Moth Warrior's "airplane-assisted sleep method" he had just witnessed. A strong urge to criticize him suddenly welled up within him, but given the Moth Prophet's presence, he could only suppress his urge and say:

"That's true, young people do have a lot of energy..."

"right?"

The Moth Prophet stood up with a smile, glanced around the dimly lit tribe for a moment, and then looked at Latis and said:

"I'll head back to my room soon. If it's convenient for you, could you please pass something to Moth Warrior for me? Consider it a favor to ask it to do something for me."

"Huh?" Latis suddenly had a flash of inspiration and quickly stood up to ask, "What is it? I can pass it on for you."

"it is this."

The moth prophet took out a small, pure white flower from her bosom and said with a smile:

"Please give this flower to the moth warrior. At the end of its journey, there will be a hero who needs to be remembered. When it meets that hero, please plant this flower."

"Ok, I see……"

Latis accepted the flower with a slight sense of excitement, examined it for a moment, and thought that this must be the request the Moth Warrior had mentioned. He hadn't expected it to appear in the Moth Tribe.

Next, once we determine which part of its journey it lost the flower, we can head there to find it!

"I'm going now, kids."

The Moth Prophet smiled as she watched Latis collect the flowers, waved, and slowly turned to leave.

As Latis watched the Moth Prophet's retreating figure, he suddenly realized that this might be the last time he would see the Moth Prophet alive.

From the time of the little prophet to the present, perhaps it can be said that I have witnessed its life in a dream.

Latis sighed wistfully, then noticed that the wooden door beside him had been quietly opened at some point. The Moth Warrior leaned against the door with his arms crossed, and said with a sigh:

"Sigh, there's nothing I can do about being needed. Even someone as ordinary as me, is there something in this world that only I can do...? So, perhaps the world is still quite kind after all..."

"Stop talking nonsense." Latis sighed with a headache, stepped forward, offered the flowers, and said:

"Here's your task."

"Um……"

The moth warrior stared silently at the flower in Latis's hand for a moment, then suddenly said with a troubled expression:

"Even so, it's probably better to give up... It's just too much trouble no matter how you look at it..."

"Almost done!"

Latis frowned, speechlessly stuffed the flower into the moth warrior's arms, then lifted it by the scruff of its neck and tossed it aside, ignoring its cries of "I haven't taken my luggage yet!" He slammed the door shut and finally said with a sigh of relief:

"Okay! The mission in this dream is complete!"

He pulled out the Dream Nail and, to everyone's astonishment, retrieved that segment of light power.

……

……

"...You've come out."

The Moth Warrior's voice rang out. Latis glanced back at his teammates, then looked at the Moth Warrior and said with amusement:

"Yes, we just experienced your initial dream..."

However, the Moth Warrior's slightly weakened appearance surprised Latis. He quickly sensed the Moth Warrior's condition, cast several healing spells, and asked:

"Taking away the power of light within you will indeed weaken you?"

"It's still within the acceptable range."

The moth warrior shook his head, stood up, and asked:

"Did you see any clues about that commission in my first dream?"

Latis frowned slightly, then sighed and said:

"Yes, the Moth Prophet asked you to plant a small white flower at the end of your journey, saying that you would meet a hero there who needs to be remembered."

"The end of the journey...?"

The Moth Warrior pondered for a moment, then suddenly looked in a certain direction and whispered:

"Could it be there?"

Chapter 457 A Retirement Destination Through Serendipity

"right here."

The moth warrior stopped, brushed aside the drooping branches in front of him, and said with a smile:

"I've always thought that I'd come here to retire, so if my request is to plant that flower at the end of the journey, maybe I'll accidentally plant it here after I get drunk sometime... Haha, anyway, let's go in and take a look."

"Wow, there's a place like this by the lake."

Latis took the girls off the stag beetle, then stepped forward, parted the branches, and looked inside in surprise.

The undulating mounds form a basin-like terrain, and the surrounding trees, though low, have broad branches and leaves, forming a natural barrier.

Several wooden houses were built on the edge of the basin, while a campfire was placed in the center. Several thick trees were laid out beside the campfire, and a few monsters sat scattered on the trees chatting, holding thick wine dumplings in their hands, and occasionally coming forward to take a sip.

Before a mantis-like monster lay a strange stringed instrument, resembling a sewing kit and nearly half a person's height. It turned the instrument while plucking and strumming, chanting:

"If the bell at the stag beetle station has stopped ringing."

"Then you will know that I have gone far away."

"I will miss you constantly, every time I begin to look up."

……

"Hey, Mantis."

The moth warrior waited a moment until the interlude began before stepping forward, greeting him with a smile:

"It's been a while since I last saw you, and I'm back again."

"Oh, it's you, Moth Warrior." The mantis monster called Mantis put down his instrument, looked at Latis and the others with some curiosity, and asked, "You picked up another bunch of lost bastards? There are quite a few of them. I'm not sure if there's enough room here..."

"Nah."

The Moth Warrior chuckled, turned around, and introduced Latis, saying:

“This is our tribe’s envoy. The sword he carries is the Dream Nail that I told you about before. It’s a divine artifact that can only be used by those who have passed His Excellency the Prophet’s test.”

"Wow." Mantis curiously examined the Dream Nail at Latis's waist, patted the drumhead on top of the instrument, making a few loud thuds, before turning to the Moth Warrior and continuing:

"Congratulations on receiving news from your hometown! Are you here to say goodbye?"

"Maybe later, it's not that fast now."

The Moth Warrior, along with Latis and the others, sat on the fallen tree trunk, warmed their hands by the fire, and said:

"I didn't tell you before, but I've been looking for the item I lost during a quest. It was a small, pure white flower, meant to commemorate a certain hero, but I might have accidentally left it here... Do you remember? When I first came here, I was wearing a flower, right?"

"Goodness." Mantis rubbed his chin and said:

"I remember there was one at first, but then it disappeared one day. Anyway, when we met, either I was drunk or you were drunk, so it's quite possible that it was left here."

"Let me look for it."

The moth warrior rubbed his warm hands together, stood up, and laughed: