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"Forgetting the past, abandoning the present? What does that mean, Wendy?

Paimon on the side was confused and asked a soul question.

"Eh, hey! It's just talking to yourself.

But what they didn't expect was that this time Wendy turned out to be the Riddler.

Instead of answering Paimon's question directly, he quietly changed the subject.

"By the way, traveler, let's go to 'Angel's Gift' tonight."

......

Night falls.

When Nilu pushed open the door of the tavern and saw Stanley again.

This wrinkled old fellow had already been lying on the table and drunk until he was drunk.

Holding the wine bottle and talking nonsense to himself, he suddenly lost control of his emotions and cried like an eighty-year-old child.

[Stanley... Tell me, what should I do...]

Opening Lightning Strike!

Stanley's first words left the audience dumbfounded.

"Crazy? Why does this old liar keep shouting his name?

"Look at Wendy's eyes, it seems to be a little sad, he knows everything, but he doesn't say anything."

"From the live broadcast room next door, I just want to say... Miss Nilu run! The front is full of knives! "

Two knife flow warning ahead! Silly kids, it's still too late to turn back!

"After you go, I became you, doing your unfinished business, alas..."

......

Nilu was not in the mood to watch the barrage in the live broadcast room.

Listening to Stanley's whimpering, she was also inexplicably sad, and only felt a little worried.

Like the audience, she wanted to know the truth of the matter.

Ton! Ton! Ton!

Bitter wine into the throat and heartache.

Stanley couldn't hold back any longer and finally started crying.

【Stanley...】

【The one who died in the Sea of Ashes... Why not me! Why do I use your name and your soul doesn't stop me? Stanley!

Shocked Paimon for a hundred years!

These words directly woke up the audience and made them faintly guess something in their hearts.

Inexplicably, I feel a little blocked.

“WTF？！ The real Stanley is long dead, and this old guy is pretending to be a hero?

"I thought Stanley was his fantasy self, but I didn't expect it..."

Remembering the old Stanley again, he came from his heart and pounded the table hard.

[If it weren't for protecting me, a newcomer, you wouldn't have died in that windless place!] 【

You already have the name of the Great Adventurer, but... But just for my kind of waste, you can no longer become a legend!

At this moment, soft music sounded melodious and aroused the audience's emotions just right.

Let them, who originally thought that there was nothing, suddenly couldn't hold back!

Some heavy, some sad.

“？？？ Well, you are a rice flicker, say good warm healing? Better explain it to me!

"Lao Tzu watched Wendy fool others for a long time, and thought that it was some kind of happy plot that pierced other people's pretense, and as a result, you gave me the whole play?"

"The front is all smoke bombs, and now it's finally the dagger, right?"

"Grandpa Lu: Go on, I'm listening."

"So pitiful, so helpless, he wanted to continue the legend instead of the dead Stanley, but in the end he found that he was still the rookie who could only drag his feet..."

Someone is having fun, someone is looking in the mirror! "

......

After a hysterical cry, Stanley seemed to sober up a little, and even his voice was much lower.

[Stanley... I've been scared for so many years, I'm afraid that the people in Mondstadt will forget you, so I tell your adventures everywhere...]

[I want everyone in Mond to remember that Stanley once arrived in the center of the Ember Sea... He is the greatest adventurer and he is alive! 【

Stanley won't die, because I am!】 Because I am, Stanley..."

After saying this last sentence, his eyes couldn't help but become a little firmer.

But in the end, he sighed and lowered his head in shame.

[I'm sorry, Stanley... Even I'm old, I'm old! Finally

.

All the mysteries were revealed at this moment.

The audience in the live broadcast room knew that this old guy was a waste, a coward, and a liar.

But what I didn't expect was.

The final truth turned out to be so heavy.

"Woohoo! We all seem to blame this old thing, he is even willing to give up his name for the sake of friends, this is a real man!

"So, I turned into your appearance, passed on your story, and passed it on everywhere..."

"Death is not terrible, being forgotten is the most terrible."

"Carry the expectations of your friends and live bravely!"

"We still don't even know his name..." "

Who said a knife is not a knife?" I didn't cry, just my eyes went into the brick!

"Take off the sunglasses for Lao Tzu!"

......

After pouring the last drop of drink, taking a deep breath, and calming his uncontrolled emotions.

Stanley, whose eyes gradually cleared, glanced at Nilu and Paimon behind him, and said in a deep voice.

"How many of you, when else do you want to overhear?"

"Oops, we seem to have been discovered!"

Paimon covered his mouth and turned away with some weakness.

As for Barbara, she has not spoken, and as early as just now, Nilu has found that she quietly turned off the microphone and there was no sound again.

Nilu, who sighed and walked to "Stanley", wanted to comfort the other party, but found that she didn't even know his name.

He's not Stanley.

"Let's go, don't ask anything, let me be alone and quiet for a while."

Just as his eyes were tired, he waved his hand and signaled Nilu to leave them.

The door of the tavern was pushed open at this time.

"Knight Honor, Paimon and Mr. Stanley, great, you're all here!"

An excited voice sounded, and an excited Jack rushed in.

It turned out that with those two weapons, he finally got the approval of his parents and could finally embark on an adventure.

He wanted to tell the best news to his most admired senior Stanley, but found that the other party had fallen asleep holding the wine bottle.

Of course, pretending to sleep.

It wasn't until Jack pushed the door away that he looked up sadly and said in a deep voice, "I... He didn't even dare to look at the kid just now, and his sincerity towards adventure did not carry a trace of impurities.

"I'm a tired and useless liar, but that kid is still a shiny newcomer, and I can't destroy his dreams."

Hearing this, Paimon Little Bear, who was floating in the air, spread his hands, "It can't be said to be a liar, right? Because Stanley's adventure stories and experiences are all true! "

Story... Experienced... Oh, forget it.

"Stanley" laughed to himself, "Actually, it's so far."

"My memories of the adventurer, of Stanley... It's all already blurred.

"Over the years, I have lived for his story, but I can't remember his character, his life, hahaha..."

His old laughter was full of bitterness and pain.

"The only thing I can't forget is that he died in the windless sea of embers, and the wind can't take his soul!"

Nilu was already so sad that she couldn't speak, and Paimon saw that the atmosphere was wrong, and rarely didn't speak.

Only Wendy nodded approvingly, "Well, that's right.

"The real Stanley, in his memory, is no longer even that living friend."

"But forever fixed in the appearance of a scarred warrior, binding all his life."

His tone became more gentle, and his eyes were rarely serious, as if he was no longer a bard at this moment.

It's the real god of wind.

Barbatos is getting down to business.

"I'm old... No matter how unwilling you are to put it down, you can't keep much of it."

"I'm so useless! It's useless..."

"But adventurers can't die that way! No! The

gentle music was just the right amount of emotion, complemented by the hysterical roar of "Stanley."

The audience in the live broadcast room felt that their noses were sour, and they almost burst into tears.

"The worst thing is not forgetting sad memories, but even sad memories can no longer be remembered."

"We are all forgetting, first there is no emotion, then there is no sound, and finally there is only a blurry yellowed photo... This is my story with my ex-girlfriend.

"I'm old, I really can't see this... As the years go by, everything I value, the warmest memories, are slowly blurring, and the sense of powerlessness that cannot be held back by stretching out a hand is really crushing.

"Hats off to you, great adventurer of Mondstadt."

"Good night, Mr. Stanley..."