This isn't a souls-like game at all.

"Lord of Holy Blood..."

Joseph looked at the place where the two disappeared, and suddenly couldn't help laughing.

The hearty laughter that resounded throughout the square was mixed with a sinister murderous intent.

"Lord of Holy Blood!! Your death is approaching!!!"

Chapter 60: When it’s time to do something, do it

The light flickered, and the scenery before my eyes suddenly changed.

Ye Yi looked carefully and found that he had returned to the Cursed Hall.

Turning his head to look beside him, he saw the old blacksmith with white beard right next to him.

"What is this place?"

The old blacksmith looked around curiously until he raised his head and saw the towering statues of the kings. His eyes widened and his expression froze.

"This is the Cursed Temple, built by the kings to fight the curse."

Ye Yiyi answered casually, looking at himself with a frown.

The magma on his body had solidified and turned into hard, black stone.

He reached out to grab it, but the solidified magma had turned into stone, so it was not so easy to grab it off.

His expression darkened as he thought that he couldn't get this thing off without smashing it with a hammer.

When he looked down again, his eyes almost rolled up to the sky.

What a great pair of rock pants, they wrap my little brother up really tightly!!

"Old blacksmith, can you come and help me for a moment...Old blacksmith?"

Not getting an answer, Ye Yiyi turned his head and saw the old blacksmith kneeling down facing the statues of the kings, tears streaming down his wrinkled face, his eyes filled with sadness, pain and regret.

“…” Ye Yiyi stood there in a daze, silent.

He silently took out the melting sword from behind him, swept it across the light curtain that popped up, and then gently placed the sword in front of the old blacksmith.

Ye Yiyi didn't say a word, but just walked away quietly, leaving the place alone to the old blacksmith.

"It's really sad."

He walked in the empty hall and couldn't help but sigh.

As the forger of the molten sword, the old blacksmith's life is briefly but specifically summarized in the item description on the weapon.

The blacksmith who intended to serve the king was never recognized until his martyrdom.

In grief and pain, he buried the sword along with his life.

As an "ancient man" who lived in the era of land nations and personally experienced the war.

The old blacksmith is different from Ye Yiyi, the outsider. His reverence for the ancient kings is deeply rooted in his bones.

When he saw the statues of the kings, he naturally thought of the past, and he was overwhelmed with sadness and tears.

In that case, let's give him some time.

"Come to think of it, I haven't really visited the Cursed Hall since I traveled through time."

Ye Yiyi looked around the palace, which he could find the way to with his eyes closed in the game, but he did not find any trace of the saint.

"According to the time, Lilylu should be back here with her friends. So, the Fairy Shop should be open for business soon."

Ye Yiyi became interested and walked towards the outside of the hall.

The Cursed Temple is a building built between illusion and reality.

It is unreal because the geographical location of the temple cannot be found on the border. Although there is an identical building as the prototype, it has long been dilapidated and no one cares about it.

And it is real because the temple under your feet and the saint can be seen and touched, and are real things.

Leaving the prayer hall where the statue of the Heavenly Forger is located, going out from the only door, you will arrive at the main hall of the temple.

The main hall has a dome ceiling with stained glass windows, resembling a classical cathedral.

Looking back, two rows of spacious staircases leading to the second floor are located on both sides of the prayer hall door.

Through the dozens of huge stone pillars supporting the main hall, you can see many independent doors on the second floor of the main hall.

It was an independent room for visitors to stay overnight, with a bed, a desk and some simple living facilities.

But unfortunately, there are no washrooms or toilets inside.

Perhaps they anticipated that the unknown hero would not need to defecate or urinate, so they simply removed the toilet and the washroom together.

Ye Yiyi spent her first night in the Cursed Hall there.

In the center of the main hall, directly below the dome ceiling, there is a spacious long table that is several dozen meters long.

There were chairs next to the long table, but they were empty at the moment and no one was sitting there.

"It won't be so deserted after a while."

Ye Yiyi glanced at the long table, walked between the pillars, and stepped into the corridor on the right side of the main hall.

It wasn't long before they arrived at a huge garden filled with flowers.

Looking up, the translucent spherical glass dome wraps the garden.

Bright light from outside the dome illuminates the colorful garden.

"Hero, welcome back."

"Wow! Lilylu found the hero!!"

The light and ethereal voice of the saint and the lively and innocent voice of the little goblin came from the side.

Ye Yiyi turned his head following the sound and saw Lilylu desperately waving her butterfly wings, scattering bits of crystal light along the way, rushing towards his face!

He reached out his hand like lightning and grabbed Lilylu in his hand to prevent the little fool from rushing over and hitting him in the face.

"I'm back, Saint."

He nodded slightly to the black-robed saint standing beside the flowers not far away, and then looked at the little fairy Lilylu in his hand.

"Long time no see, Lilylu."

"Huh?" The little fairy licked her fingers and tilted her head in confusion. "Didn't Lilylu just meet the hero?"

"..."

Forget it, there’s nothing to say to this little goblin who has no sense of time.

Ye Yiyi reluctantly let go of Lilylu, letting the little guy fly around him excitedly, and then walked towards the saint.

"Have the goblins moved in already? Where are they?"

The Saint pointed to the flowers in front of her and said, "The move took a lot of energy from the fairies. They are resting now."

"Oh?"

Ye Yiyi lowered her head curiously and found that in each of the closed flowers in front of her, there was a curled up little elf sleeping.

These petite girls, who were about the same size as Lilylu, wrapped themselves up with their wings and looked like they were sleeping soundly.

"It turns out that little fairies get tired too."

He subconsciously lowered his voice, then looked at Lilylu, who was lying on her shoulder and also looking at the flowers with curiosity.

"What about you, Lilylu? Aren't you tired?"

"Lilylu has been sleeping for a long time, so she's not tired at all."

Lilylu flew up happily, putting her hands on her hips and looking proud.

"That's true. You slept there for at least decades."

Ye Yiyi nodded slightly, stood up straight, and watched Lilylu fly to one of the brightly blooming flowers, making a small sound.

"Hero! With the help of the Saint, Lilylu's Little Fairy Shop has successfully opened! As the shop's first customer, Lilylu has a welcome gift for you, Hero!"

As she spoke, Lilylu took out a green leaf from the flower, flapped its wings, and handed it to Ye Yiyi.

Ye Yiyi was stunned, wondering if the little goblin had the same "four-dimensional chrysanthemum" as him?

Where did such a big leaf come from?

"Ah...thank you."

"You're welcome~"

He looked down at the leaf in his hand, which was as big as his entire palm, and a light curtain popped out.

砮撮靈邬現八VII意珊〝袂聊【归根落叶】

Item Description: Green leaves that have naturally fallen from the tree.

You can return to the Holy Monument where you last rested, or to the prayer hall in the Temple of the Cursed.

The fallen leaves that never returned to their roots are blessed by the goblins and therefore have special powers.

The palace is the tomb of the old era. The heroes who awaken from the tomb will eventually return to their roots.

"This is indeed a great gift." Ye Yiyi smiled.

With this, no matter where you are, even if you are surrounded by enemies or trapped and unable to escape alone, you can return to the Holy Monument or the Cursed Hall at any time.

"As long as Hero is satisfied~" Lilylu stood on the flower, hands on hips, smiling happily.

Ye Yiyi collected the fallen leaves and said, "Can I take a look at the items I can buy now?"

"Sure~" Lilylu replied, then flew up to shake the other flowers.

"Wait a moment, I'll wake up my friends..."

"Fuck! Stop!"

Ye Yi was shocked and quickly stopped Lilylu.

"They are sleeping soundly, why do you have to wake them up?"

Lilylu sucked her fingers, a little confused. "That's because the goods I want to sell are all with my friends~"

Ye Yiyi's mouth twitched. So you are the boss and your friends help you purchase goods, right?

"Then I'll wait until they wake up before I come." He said, glancing at the saint beside him.

The saint reached out her hand and gently patted Lilylu's little head.

"Little Lilylu, please don't disturb your friends' rest."

"Lilylu knows." The little elf made a soft sound and flew back to her flower.

Ye Yiyi and the saint looked at each other and re-entered the hall.

"I brought back a blacksmith." Ye Yiyi talked about business. "He is a hero who experienced the war. He should have recovered for some time."

"Thank you, hero." The saint's eyes curved, she stopped and bowed slightly.

Before Ye Yiyi could speak modestly, she heard a voice coming from the end of the corridor.

"I'm no hero, just a disheartened coward."

Ye Yiyi was slightly stunned and looked outside at the same time as the Saint Girl.

At the junction of the main hall and the corridor, the old blacksmith with a white beard was standing there.

The mottled light cast from the dome selflessly shone behind him, but the face facing the light was dim.

Seeing the two men coming, he raised his hand and threw the big sword in front of him.

Ye Yiyi reached out to take it, only to find that it was the melting sword.

"This is yours, don't throw it away." The old blacksmith said, "Luckily I picked it up for you."

"You don't need it anymore?" Ye Yiyi asked.

"Hmph! I'm a blacksmith, not a warrior. What's the point of having weapons?"

The old blacksmith grunted loudly, his face, which was exposed to the light, turned to the side, but his hands at his sides were somewhat stiff and helpless.

Seeing the look of loss in his eyes, Ye Yiyi immediately understood and spoke.