Shut up, brave man! I don't want to atone for my sins to you!

——They deserve respect from everyone.

……

The grand funeral for the two outstanding investigators began.

The Lord of the White Tower, Viliden, slowly walked out of the crowd. She was no longer as amiable as usual. Her old, wrinkled face was full of seriousness and sadness.

She came to the two coffins, lowered her head, stared at the letter and cane in the coffin for a moment, and then looked at the two black and white photos.

Through the photo, separated by the vast space and time, she and the two investigators looked at each other.

One is young, the other is old.

One is dignified and serious, the other is kind and gentle.

One wants to change this bad world, the other tries to help his old friend clear his name.

These are two people who are completely opposite to each other, from different countries, of different races, with different hobbies and ideals...

But they made the same choice in the end.

Light yourself up.

In order to save Pangaea from destruction, in order to fulfill the promise they made when they became investigators, in order to prevent this already bad world from getting even worse...

So they stood up.

Veliden slowly turned around and said to the crowd gathered here:

“Whitey Schilling—I’m sure many of you are familiar with this name.

He is an old friend of ours. He was a member of our team before the white tower under our feet was built.

He is a polite gentleman, humble, polite and approachable. I believe many people have received his help... He is always so enthusiastic and responsible, and never disappoints anyone.

I guarantee that everyone who met him would love him.”

At this point, her expression became serious, and she whispered:

"But in Diesel, in order to prevent the weird from leaving Diesel through his body and spreading the pollution, at the last moment of his life, he chose to die with dignity as a human being rather than a shadow.

Then she introduced another investigator to the crowd:

"This young man is Ivan Thorne. Perhaps not many of you here know him because he seldom interacts with others. He is always silent and in a hurry.

He works very hard. Even among all the young people I know, he is definitely one of the hardest working ones.

He once told me that his family situation was complicated. He loved his mother but hated his father. He didn't want to be like his father. He wanted to give his mother a better life. He...

He wants to change this bad world.

So he came to our Baita to study."

Wilidon lowered her eyes, reached out her hand, and gently touched the cold black and white photo. Her voice became much softer:

“But in Diesel, he realized why his predecessor, Longjin I, closed the entire country.

Because only by sealing off the entire Diesel can those strange black shadows prevent from leaking out and polluting the Pan-Continent.

After that, he made his decision – he told his mother in a letter that he had found what he had to do.

So he took the initiative to induce the shadow to infect him, and thus, he discovered the truth about Diesel's abnormality, he...

With his sacrifice, he illuminated for us the path to the truth.”

But Viliden wants to introduce not only them, but also their predecessor, the emperor who single-handedly resisted the pollution for nearly thirty years.

“And Longin Till.

Thirty years ago, he was the most outstanding young man in our White Tower, just one step away from being a top player.

Every one of his teachers was proud of him, but in the end he resolutely returned to his hometown..."

As she spoke, she suddenly recalled that thirty years ago, in her office, when she asked Longin Till why he left the White Tower, the young man who was still young told her very seriously:

“For my country and my people…

"—they need me."

A certain emotion filled the old woman's chest. She looked at the crowd and whispered:

“But he not only saved his country and his people, he also protected the entire Pangea.

He used the limited wishing machine to seal all the weirdness and ominousness within the territory of Diesel. In order to prevent the pollution from spreading, he single-handedly took on the suffering of all his people.

His people called him the greatest, most loving, and most generous emperor in all of Pangaea.

And he never let down his people's expectations.

Even though he was betrayed and assassinated, he never gave up fulfilling his duties.

As emperor, he chose to be with his subjects.

As an investigator, he decided…”

Velidon suddenly raised her head.

It was daytime now, and everyone was inside the White Tower, with the ceiling above their heads and many floors higher and farther away.

But the old man seemed to see the starry sky.

——The vast, mysterious and charming starry sky.

"The Emperor and his kingdom," she whispered, "They stepped into the stars."

“No one knows where he went, and not many people will remember him… Although the two successors once protected the entire Pangaea, this achievement is not known to the public.”

"If nothing unexpected happened, they would have become unsung heroes."

"In that case," the old man waved his wand gently, "then let us be the accident."

Using the magic wand as a pen and magic power as ink, you can carve words deeply on the surface of stone.

Viliden "wrote" the names of the three investigators, three unsung heroes, on the White Tower.

From now on, as long as the White Tower stands, their names will always be remembered.

They may have disappeared from this world, but their stories, their legends, and their spirit will live forever.

Lacey stared at the three names blankly for a while, then suddenly lowered her head and scratched Charles' palm with her thumb.

"Hey." She called softly.

"What's wrong?" Charles responded immediately.

"You said..." Rachel asked, "If one day we crack the essence of the shadow and master the technology to change it back to its original form...then can we save Long Jin I, Mr. Xilin and Ivan Thorn?"

"...Maybe." Charles reached out and touched Lacie's head. "Before that, we have to figure out why the previous civilization warned us not to touch the starry sky."

"Ah."

Lacele let Charles touch her head, and rarely resisted. Instead, she used her free hand to gently fiddle with the dull and lifeless trapezoid hanging on her chest.

It was a limited wishing machine that was already broken and no longer had any use value.

At the same time, it is also a precious piece of evidence that witnessed everything - just like the pocket watch that Charles got from Lentiheim.

The witch held it tightly in her hand, raised her head, and her eyes seemed to pass through the ceiling and see the shining stars.

Then, as if making a wish, she whispered:

"Yes, it will definitely happen..."

"us……"

"——We will definitely meet again among the stars."

[Volume 3 - End]

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1. Exercise

After the funeral, the witch and the hero were busy for nearly a week before they could finally have some free time.

There was no way around it. Those skinny ghosts that came out of the ruins of past civilizations were always a big headache. They were just like landmines left over from the war. It was fine if you didn't step on them, but if you got caught by accident...

"Boom!"

They might blow up the entire supercontinent.

Who can sleep peacefully on such a landmine?

Originally, most human nations were unwilling to acknowledge the existence of the Slender Man, and were more keen to explain it as a conspiracy of the White Tower.

It was not until Lao Deng showed them the few tall and thin ghosts that he had specially preserved as samples that some of them dispelled their doubts and announced that they would cooperate with the White Tower to a certain extent to deal with the crisis that might come at any time.

But even so, there are still some countries and regions that claim that "the so-called crisis does not exist, it is just a cover for the White Tower to realize its ambitions" and refuse to cooperate with the White Tower.

But fortunately... fortunately, such countries and regions are a minority, and most countries and regions eventually accepted the White Tower’s proposal.

After all, they really did have a cow—

Among the countries and regions that agreed to cooperate with the White Tower, almost all of them have relics of former civilizations within their territories.

Although a considerable part of the remains of the former civilization had already been excavated, and nothing unexpected had happened along the way, it is better to be safe than sorry. Obviously, not many people would be so arrogant as to gamble on the fate of a country.

The witch and the hero...

As eyewitnesses of the Diesel incident, according to Lao Deng, those who are more capable should do more work, so the two of them had to shoulder the responsibility of explaining the details to the envoys of various countries.

But Lacier really couldn't handle this kind of situation, so after barely staying in the White Tower for two days, she felt at ease and threw all the responsibilities to Charles, and ran away overnight and returned to the Forest Sea.

Old Deng has his own opinions, and young Deng has his own reasons.

Charles must be a capable person who should do more work. As for her...

The smaller the ability, the smaller the responsibility!

Anyway, if she stayed in the White Tower she would only cause trouble for Charles, so she might as well go back to the Forest Sea. Even though Charles would be in jail, at least she would be free.

Of course, none of the above are actually problems. The biggest problem is that we still have to stay in the White Tower...

Who knows, she might be...broken.

Lacey thought to herself while lying on a recliner basking in the sun.

Her body is too fragile.

Originally, she also mastered spells related to body strengthening, but as long as it was a spell, it would be invalidated by Ciel's forbidden spell. So no matter how much preparation she made before being penetrated, no matter how many strengthening spells she cast on herself, once she got on the bed and was pressed under Ciel, her true form would be immediately exposed.

She had discussed this with Charles and asked him to turn off the damn forbidden spell when he was... in bed.

But Shar said "No" to her.

He seemed to particularly enjoy seeing her meowing when being bullied, wanting to resist but unable to, looking pitiful, delicate and soft, as if she was about to cry.

It was precisely because of this that the witch discovered that the hero was actually so vicious behind the scenes, even worse than her.

But she couldn't reveal Charles to others.

Who will help her?

She used to think that Lao Deng would help her, but two days ago she suddenly discovered that Lao Deng's elbow was actually bent outward!

After receiving the Ceylon envoy, she casually complained to Lao Deng that she was very tired. She thought she could get Lao Deng's comfort, but unexpectedly, Lao Deng not only did not comfort her, but also began to scold her:

"Look at Charles, he's hardworking and capable, and then look at you, you're lazy and like to eat!"

She disliked Charles as much as she was pleased with him.

It was as if it was Charles instead of her who accompanied Old Deng to establish the White Tower and conquer the world.

In that case, she leaves!

Lacele left as soon as she said she would. She left at night and returned to her little nest in the sea of ​​forests.

Since Lao Deng praised Charles for being hardworking and capable, then let Charles work hard! Humph, it would be best if he worked non-stop from morning till night without even having time to eat or rest!

Laceier imagined Charles as a black slave, being whipped by Old Deng with a copper-headed leather belt until he spun like a top. She immediately felt better, although she also knew that this was a spiritual victory...

But who says that spiritual victory is not a victory?

She is so numb that she wins!

Finally achieving mental balance, Lacie stretched out her body comfortably, closed her eyes, and planned to bask in the sun, enjoying her hard-earned beautiful weekend like Squidward.