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He turned his head and looked at the little knight, without questioning or asking, just chatting about family matters in a very ordinary tone, with gentleness between the lines.

"If it really is you, then it's truly a remarkable miracle. Although I've seen enough miracles, it's still worth admiring, isn't it?"

Quino subconsciously raised his hand to lower the mask he was wearing, but he only touched empty air. Then he remembered that his mission had ended. He just didn't know what happened during his long sleep. Or maybe he was just falling asleep when the little guy rescued him.

"Okay, little one, you must be a little tired of listening to me ramble on for so long, right? Don't you have anything to say?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he patted his head, as if he had suddenly realized something.

"Oh my god, I forgot again. You can't speak. Sorry."

"No, I can speak now. I hope you can help me rebuild Hallownest."

The young knight spoke in a serious manner. Compared to his completely unclear expression at the beginning, at least he could now speak some continuous sentences.

Quino was startled by this sudden incident. He always thought that his silent partner would not speak, so this incident frightened him so much that he almost fell into the water again.

But the little knight reacted almost immediately, and he struggled to grab the man's arm. In comparison, the size difference between the two people seemed a little funny. A short man holding a tall man was indeed a very interesting picture.

Quino looked at the man's nervous expression and probably guessed something. He used the man's hand to move away from the lake with great effort and put his bone nail back on his back.

He had originally planned to pass his weapon to the next person after his death. If a traveler really took his weapon, Quino would be very happy. A good weapon should not rust and decay at the bottom of the lake with him, but should be shining and used by others.

"Oh my god, I didn't expect my—my disappearance would worry you so much. I'm really sorry about this, but can you tell me what happened? Didn't the glory of Hallownest end? What about the Radiance? I'm sorry, I really have too many questions."

In response to the person's question, the little knight patiently took out a chair from thin air, and then sat on the chair under the other person's slightly surprised gaze, so that he didn't have to look up at the other person.

It explained to the other party very patiently.

"I have sealed the Radiance. Although only a wreckage remains here, I possess everything special. I can revive everything and repair this place. So please stay. Please stay. You cannot, cannot, sink into the lake."

Listening to the man's anxious expression, Quino scratched his head subconsciously with an embarrassed look. It seemed that he had really made this little guy worry a lot, but he was indeed a little tired. He really had no motivation to continue walking, and he had no goal. Instead of wandering aimlessly in the lifeless Holy Nest, it would be better to end it all here.

He slowly stroked the little guy's head, trying his best to comfort him, which was also a measure to make up for scaring him.

"I won't jump again. Just listening to your description, I can already imagine what earth-shattering things you have done. Although I thought you were a great warrior, I still didn't expect you to be able to do this. Jumping into the lake was my mistake. If you need anything, I will naturally help you. Anyway, I don't have any work to do, right?"

The young knight nodded, and heard a system notification sound in his ears. It turned out that the second week had finally arrived, and his task list had been refreshed.

[Task 100: Submit 100 energy. For every 0 energy you submit, you will get one point. Points earned (100/)

Task 100: Provide a world specialty that passes the system's assessment and earn points

Mission 2 (Personal Exclusive): Successfully convince ten people to repair Hallownest together (10/500). Completing the mission will earn you points.

The knight took a quick look and submitted the first task first. He had no idea about the second task yet, and the third task was currently in progress.

"Miss, he's in Dirtmouth. You can go find him first. I need to find other people here."

Quino pulled his scarf a little tighter around him and nodded, his tone gentle.

"Okay, little guy, go ahead and do your work. Trust me, I'll take care of it."

The little knight looked back every step he took, leaving endless footprints on the beach. He didn't feel relieved until the other party disappeared from his sight without making any extreme moves. He decided to go to the station first and then to the sewer.

051 Persuasion and Reconstruction

The sewers were no longer filled with the entangled and chattering figures of the past, and the spaciousness of the sewers also reduced the sense of fear. The little knight reached into the void with one hand and touched the willful compass embedded in it, feeling a little relieved.

The roads here are too complicated. Even if you have been here countless times, you still need a willful compass, the three-piece set for traveling, the eternal god!

It cheered silently in its heart, imitating the appearance of those people and listening to what they said. This was a kind of praise, cheering, and joy.

It saw its old friend, Fanta, and the heroic auras that were pouring in. The little knight's expression, which had remained unchanged for thousands of years, began to relax a little, and cracks appeared on the edge of the mask.

It had never thought about this problem before when it had no sense of smell. Now it understood why this smell could make countless people dizzy and vomit just by emitting it, which greatly reduced the difficulty of cleaning it up.

Then, the God of Void, curled up in his narrow body, immediately blocked his sense of smell unilaterally, and the cracks on his mask began to gradually repair, pretending that nothing had happened.

Fenta, a White Defender who served as one of the Five Knights during the heyday of Hallownest, is a master at rubbing and throwing a ball with one hand, using himself as a ball. However, the raw materials used to make the ball are extremely scarce, and can most likely only be found in the sewers.

Now the little knight couldn't tell whether the other party had shit mixed in with the mud, or mud mixed in with the shit. Anyway, no matter which one it was, the smell was really unbearable.

Maybe there was shit mixed in the mud, otherwise how could there be so much strange mud that was hard to think about, enough for him to pave a large area of ​​land.

Just as the little knight's thoughts were wandering, Fanta crawled out from the mud underground, as if surprised by his visit.

"Little one, why are you here? Oh, oh, oh, I don't mean to be unwelcome. I welcome you very much. I'm just a little surprised. I thought you would sleep forever like Isma. After all, I have already felt the plague dissipate."

His surprised tone quickly calmed down, and was filled with a bit of curiosity. He held his lower body, asked while waiting and listening.

"Did something happen that I'm not aware of? And little one, I welcome your return. In any case, fewer sacrifices are better. We've already sacrificed too much to fight this plague, Hegmo, Delia, Isma..."

Every time Fanta said someone's name, he couldn't help but get stuck for a moment. When he said the last name that he had missed countless times, he fell into a long silence.

The Knight began his repetitive speech again, telling the other that he would come to rebuild everything.

Perhaps it was because he had accepted the fact that the other person was not dead, and it also became much easier to accept that the other person could speak and was no longer a mere container.

"Bumblebee, didn't I tell you?"

The atmosphere around them suddenly fell into a strange situation. Fanta was embarrassed for a moment, and then he let out his signature laugh.

"Ah ha ha."

Then he pulled himself out of the ground.

"Perhaps it's because the smell here is so unbearable that not many bugs are willing to approach. So, I especially cherish your friendship, little guy. Okay, I get it. I'll take the initiative to find him. It's in Dirtmouth, above the crossroads, right?"

The young knight glanced at the man and felt that now was the appropriate time to offer a more sincere opinion.

"There's a hot spring at the crossroads."

Fanta stumbled as he was moving forward, and continued walking forward as if nothing had happened, leaving behind a few words.

"Someone stopped me from soaking in those hot springs—"

With the departure of the people, the knight's mission progress changed from 3 to 4. In fact, he had already persuaded the Stag Beetle Grandpa before he came. However, in order to make it easier to persuade others in various places, the Stag Beetle Grandpa did not leave for the time being, and according to what he said.

"I'm originally responsible for the main transportation routes. Even if this place is rebuilt, I'll only be responsible for them. Those new things may not be suitable for me. Instead of discussing some words with the other party on the ground that would make the elderly drowsy, it's better to be sincere and do something practical for you. After all, this is the only thing I can do."

When the little knight opened the map and climbed out of the sewer, he suddenly thought of a serious problem. Every time he climbed up and down the sewer to look for the stag beetle, would the strange smell on his body really not bother people?

It looked at the Tear City in the heavy rain and fell into deep thought. No wonder it rained here all year round. It came to a strange conclusion?

Before it rushed to the next point, it planned to do something else. It sat on its own bench, clicked on [Amulet Upgrade], and chose one of the amulets to upgrade without hesitation.

[Son of Grimm: Upgrading requires 500 points. After upgrading, it will be permanently embedded and will not occupy the amulet slot. At the same time, the Son of Grimm will fully enter its maturity stage and will no longer be destined to become the next generation of Grimm, becoming your unique partner.]

As a red figure appeared beside it, its mission target jumped from 4 to 5, but the little knight silently glanced at the red figure, and fumbled around in the void with extreme frustration, trying to dig out the amulet that had been integrated into his body.

The moment Green, who was several heads taller than the little knight, came out, he bowed to the people very gentlemanly. Seeing the people's actions, some people didn't quite understand and didn't go up to stop him, but just watched silently.

From the moment he appeared, he began to possess his own independent personality. The chat group instilled more common sense and vigorous power in him, but to him, those were nothing compared to the memories of traveling through Hallownest with the Knight. After all, from the moment he was created, the memories he had most of were with them.

He looked at the man's expression cautiously, lowered his head, looked at the man's expression, and thought about his relationship with the other party in society. It should be that of a father. Although in fact, his real father should be the so-called Green with the same name as him, but he refused to admit that fact. The personality he possessed as an independent individual should have been created by the little knight, and only then could he be called a bug.

So he looked at the person's expression and spoke carefully.

"Father."

Little Knight: ????? ?????

052 A battle is about to break out

The little knight walked forward firmly with his short legs, like some kind of devout monk walking on foot. This made it difficult for Green. In order to try his best to keep up with the pace of the people, he could only use his poor long legs to take small steps and follow the people closely.

Can you change back?

"I'm sorry, father. If you need me to return to my previous form, I can't do it. The change is irreversible. I'm sorry that I can't help you with this."

Seeing that "little" Green was about to bow again to apologize, the little knight felt as if he saw himself being beaten up after being bowed by that nightmare Green. He quickly waved his hands to stop him, and shook his head quickly to get rid of this horrible picture from his mind.

[Don’t bow casually in the future]

"Okay, Father."

Green subconsciously wanted to bow, but then he remembered the other party's instructions and stopped himself. They were now heading to the teacher archives.

Go pick up a great man, a dream keeper named Monomon.

As a result of her and the other two's sacrifice, the plague was confined to the Black Egg Temple to the greatest extent possible. Even if this only delayed the invasion of the plague, it still allowed some people with strong minds to survive.

At the same time, Quino was also her backup. Even though he had lost all his memories, he rushed back to the Holy Nest from afar as if he was inspired. He found his mission in his constant search, completed it in the archives, and ended it at the Blue Lake.

This place also became empty, and transparent bodies of jellyfish that had completely lost their cores could be seen hanging everywhere, lonely.

The little knight thought it would see someone there, but it didn't. The other party stretched out a long tentacle that seemed to be dragging its chin. He thought over and over again. Next to him was a broken water tank, and green liquid was flowing out. It felt a little different from sulfuric acid.

The two's visit did surprise her a little, but that was all. Monomon had seen too many majestic or bizarre things, and the fact that she was still alive and sitting here was enough to surprise her for a long time.

The Knight sat down beside the man, tilting his head to look at him. Green stood behind the Knight, adhering to his duties, without saying a word. After the atmosphere had grown cold and almost silent, Monomon finally spoke.

"How many survivors are there?"

"Yes, a lot. Although many have been sacrificed, they will all come back." It thought of the brave warrior carrying the dragon's fang, the butterfly lady singing loudly, the souls of those sleeping people, and the lovely miner humming a song.

It thought of the person named Mira again. That was the first time it had let go of an infected body in ignorance. It wondered how she was doing now, whether she had recovered her memory, or had fallen into a deep sleep?

There are so many people it can resurrect. Apart from those with names, the rest of the resurrected ones can form a long line with no end in sight.

"Then why are you looking for me, a bug that should have been forgotten in the long river of history? I can only do a few things, or is there something wrong with the plague again? Strange, I clearly can't sense it in the air?"

"I don't know how to do it. I heard it's difficult to build a huge country from scratch. I don't know how. I need help."

Monomon put down the tentacle holding the lower handle and his expression became serious.

"I understand, if there's anything you need, I'll do my best."

She didn't ask too many questions. The other party's struggling way of answering made her feel that asking would probably not get any results. Also, the fact that she could sit here alive was the best proof of what the other party said.

Steve encountered a bit of a dilemma. For example, how to build a nice house? He diligently built a square cube, and was given strange looks by the surrounding villagers.

Normally, a scattered army like them would not need to set up camp, but they had come into contact with a large group of villagers they had never seen before. In order to safely receive them back to the main city, they simply set up camp on the spot and became a nail in the path of those zombies.

Anyway, it’s quick to get started, and it will be almost done in two days and nights at most.

"Good boy, your skills are almost as good as Steve's."

A villager held his chin and looked at the cubic building with a strange expression. He didn't remember the villager's number very clearly. After all, there was a constant flow of people here, whether they died in the war or returned for some other reason. Except for the fact that he had thought about this matter at the beginning, he never thought about it again.

But the other party's words undoubtedly frightened him. He had even begun to think about how to apologize sincerely and how to kneel down in a more attractive manner. Anyway, he was shameless and had no bottom line.

Fortunately, the next words of a villager relieved his sense of crisis and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Stop. I have no problem with you mentioning anyone, but I can't say I can't mention him. Almost everyone here has been saved by him. The name of Village 4672 has already spread to Village 1. Maybe after the next sacrifice, he will be in the top ten. People like him should be respected. How can you compare him to Steve? Even if his buildings are as ugly as Steve's, you can't insult him like that."

The villager spoke righteously and said good things for him. At first, Steve didn't notice anything was wrong, but the more he listened, the weirder it seemed to him. In the end, he could only hold his hands over his chest with a broken heart, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably.

"Did you see that? He's crying because of what you said. You should go and apologize." The villager who stood up to speak for him glanced at the other man fiercely. After all, he had been saved by someone on the battlefield. How could he bear to see someone insulted like that? Not even jokingly.

The sun shifted and set, and the moon rose, looking particularly cold and desolate.

No one lights a fire tonight.

Since the rules were changed, monsters will no longer spawn in the light for no reason. Instead, they are easily attracted to the light and follow it like sharks smelling blood. Therefore, in order to ensure safety, no light is leaked out here.

Such a large-scale migration of villagers will definitely alarm those guys. They must stop those monsters here completely at all costs. Once the main city is discovered, their days of comfortable and peaceful development will probably be over.

053 Pure Container

The little knight looked at the progress of the mission, which had reached nine, and fell into deep thought. He first went to the Queen's Garden to persuade the White Queen, and then ran around almost across the entire Hallownest, looking for his three masters one after another.

It actually didn't quite understand why the Bumblebee was considered a mission point, but the bugs in Dirtmouth were not.

But soon it selectively forgot this entanglement. It was not until now that it remembered that there was a very serious problem. It seemed... it had forgotten its predecessor.

The knight who was looking down at the map paused, and Green, who was following behind him, was distracted for a moment and bumped into him. Although no one fell, the knight lost his grip on the map, and the map rolled on the ground, covered in dust and becoming gray.

Green behind him rubbed his legs, lowered his body and prepared to apologize. The little knight picked up the map silently and looked at the originally clean and neat lines on it, which had become a blur. Black void matter overflowed from his empty eyes and slowly dripped down his mask.

Green: !!!!!!!!!

I'm asking, what should I do if I make my cute little father cry? Please help me urgently.

He froze for a moment, squatting in front of the little knight with his hands half-stretched out, at a loss. Before he could comfort him, he saw the other party move a chair out of thin air and sit on it. He then took out a feather pen, dipped it in his own black void matter, and began to draw and outline the lines on it again. His strokes were smooth and powerful, and the lines were clear without any residual burden. The blurry map was completed again.

Only then did it raise its head, but just as it was about to move, it saw Green squatting in front of it, slowly raising a sign.

[? ]

A question mark vividly shows its current confusion and uncertainty.