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Latis stroked his chin, thought for a moment, shook his head, examined his clothing, and seeing that it was combat-ready attire, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and murmured:
"Wait, could it be the prince from Zha Zha's memories? If that's the case, it should be during the time before the battle with the Sacred Tree, when the prince was learning martial arts from the Moth Warrior..."
He nodded to himself. He had heard about this period before, so now he just had to see if the Moth Warrior had any new ideas about the white flower in the commission.
This guy, he clearly cared so much about this request, how could he have lost the flowers later on...?
Latis muttered a complaint to himself before taking a step forward, intending to knock on the door of the cabin and have a word with the Moth Warrior.
However, before he could even reach the door of the cabin, Latis suddenly heard the sound of turning pages coming from inside, followed by the Moth Warrior's barely audible muttering:
"After working so hard on important matters for so many days, it's time to reward myself. It's almost day 10, time to release some pressure..."
Latis froze instantly, and then he heard a slight creaking sound from inside the bed.
"..."
He stared wide-eyed at the vine-covered wooden door, as if trying to count every single vertical line on it. His hand was only a few centimeters from the door, yet those few centimeters felt like an insurmountable chasm…
A gentle breeze swept over Latis, who was frozen in place, and his expression finally came back to life.
"Damn, a sexually repressed virgin..."
Latis cursed under his breath, his face tense. He glanced at the wooden door that looked like it could be kicked open with a single kick, took a deep breath, and finally turned around, still cursing, and sat down on a boulder a dozen meters away.
He finally understood: this Moth Warrior was nothing but a useless, lazy otaku!
I'm already doing pretty well to be able to endure it for ten days, but could you please not let him bump into me every time?
And what about Dream Nail? Couldn't he have come in half an hour later? Or at least an hour would have been enough!
At this moment, Latis desperately wanted to go back to the previous dream and ask the Moth Prophet why he chose this guy as a fighter.
Latis, who was mentally ranting, was completely unaware that he himself was a connoisseur of the Holy Grail in his previous life, and that Moth Warriors were nothing more than greenhorns in his eyes.
After sighing for ten minutes, the cabin door suddenly opened, and the Moth Warrior walked out looking refreshed. Seeing Latis sitting on the ground frantically scratching its head, it paused, then asked:
"Your Highness, what are you doing?"
"...It's nothing." Latis took a long breath, forcibly suppressing the urge to complain, and said, "I just have a slightly itchy scalp..."
"Oh, that's normal, that's the wisdom of life flowing in your head."
The Moth Warrior, seemingly in a state of profound enlightenment, adjusted his belt without much thought and, with his hand on the straight sword at his waist, said:
“Your Highness, I’ve thought about it for a few days and I still plan to go and take a look at that ancient tree monster, just to do some research. However, since it’s such a pure and powerful force of light, I’ll probably only be able to barely handle it.”
"Huh?" Latis was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized that the so-called ancient tree monster was the sacred tree with its vast branches and leaves. He quickly nodded and said, "Okay, okay, I'll go with you too."
"Are you coming too..." The Moth Warrior pondered for a moment and said, "Sure, with the sword techniques I taught you, that should be enough for self-defense. Let's not delay, let's set off."
"okay."
Latis straightened his clothes and, seeing that the Moth Warrior had already stepped onto the winding path, he quickly caught up and they walked together toward the high slope in the distance.
The two walked along the edge of the still-undeveloped hot lake area. Latis turned his head and glanced at the scattered shrimp and crabs near the hot lake. Seeing that they were still looking for suitable places to build houses, he couldn't help but smile to himself.
The Moss Tribe's population is still small, and they certainly can't imagine that in the future, the population will be so large that they will have to share rooms by the lake.
However, after he arrived at the Moss Tribe and dealt with the Sacred Tree, the Moss Tribe regained its territory in the Spring Forest area, and the knowledgeable and shrewd Zha Zha began to take power. It seems that they can gradually adjust their living environment.
Latis's thoughts returned from his previous experience. He glanced at the Moth Warrior beside him, whose steps were somewhat sluggish, and saw the obvious lack of motivation on its face. He couldn't help but smile to himself.
Suddenly, he noticed the white flower tied to the Moth Warrior's satchel at his waist, and his eyes lit up. He asked:
"Moth Warrior, by the way, what's that white flower you always carry around...?"
"Ah, white flowers?"
The moth warrior turned and glanced at Latis, then looked into his baggage pocket, reached out and stroked the white flower branch, and said with a smile:
"This is... well, one of the reasons I embarked on this journey. Our Prophet encouraged me with a lot of words, but I already knew that people just need a reason."
"Oh...so you knew..."
Latis muttered something to himself, then coughed lightly and asked:
"So, is this white flower one of your commissions?"
"Yes, I intend to... be careful!"
Before the Moth Warrior could finish speaking, his expression suddenly hardened, and he swiftly took flight, drawing his sword and drawing several crosses in the air, shattering the lava balls thrown from afar by the parasitic plant.
"Wow, that's a pretty quick reaction."
Latis looked at the Moth Warrior and muttered something to himself. He had naturally sensed the approaching attack, but the attack was not strong enough for him to react immediately. Unexpectedly, the seemingly lazy Moth Warrior suddenly showed a reliable side.
"Attention, Your Highness, we have entered the enemy's attack range."
"Alright." Latis obediently assumed a battle stance, glanced at the moth fighter in the air, and said:
"Moth Warrior, why don't you come down first? You're too conspicuous in the air and easy to attack..."
No sooner had he spoken than Latis saw a whip-like vine suddenly burst forth from the tree canopy beside him, hurtling rapidly toward the Moth Warrior's back.
His brow furrowed, and his legs tensed instantly as he tried to rush forward to help the Moth Warrior block the sneak attack.
However, seemingly sensing the chill on his back, the Moth Warrior suddenly flicked his straight sword, and a cluster of flames drew an arc in the air, instantly severing the vine that was stabbing towards him. The vine flew past the Moth Warrior's slightly turned face and burned into ashes in mid-air.
Then, the sonic boom from the shaking vines reached their ears.
Latis released his grip on the sword hilt in surprise, looked at the Moth Warrior giving him a thumbs-up, and scratched his head.
Back in the Moth Tribe, the Moth Warrior seemed to be just a novice fighter. Latis even remembered that in a previous dream, the Moth Warrior couldn't even hold a straight sword properly.
It seems this guy has gone through quite a bit of hardship on the road.
He clearly looks like a sexually repressed virgin, but appearances can be deceiving.
Latis chuckled and stroked his chin, watching the moth warrior fly forward before continuing on his way.
The moth warrior may no longer be the same young man who always said he couldn't do anything and just gave up.
……
"Sigh, I guess I'm still no good."
Ten minutes later, the moth warrior, panting heavily, ran back to the edge of the hot lake area, plopped down on the ground, wiped the sweat from his brow, and said:
"Those damn things are too difficult to deal with! What fencing tournament? I take back what I said earlier, they're simply impossible to force!"
Latis jogged back, slowly stopping beside a small mound. Leaning against it, he suppressed a laugh and said with a tight smile:
"If it doesn't work, then forget it and trust in the wisdom of future generations."
"You're right! Your Highness, that's exactly the kind of mindset we need—one that doesn't fight back!" The Moth Warrior laughed three times, stretched, and stood up, saying, "Are you an adult yet? Come on, I'll take you for a drink!"
"?"
Latis was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh and complain:
"Wow, you're setting this up way too fast!"
……
"...Then, I learned a trick called 'bark peeling' from the Wood Ant Tribe. Haha, don't let the unassuming name fool you, it's actually quite powerful. I often use it to scale fish..."
The moth warrior picked up a seashell, drank the liquid inside in one gulp, smacked his lips, and said:
"The sweet algae wine from the Mossy Tribe tastes so-so. Is this the kind of drink you use for courtship? It tastes like grass, with an earthy flavor..."
Is it possible that we shrimp and crabs just have a particular fondness for this?
Latis shook his head with amusement, glanced at the monsters surrounding their tavern, and asked curiously:
"So you think sweet algae wine is just so-so? Do you have anything you think is really good?"
"Of course, it's the wine and nectar of our Moth Tribe."
The Moth Warrior smiled proudly, patted his chest, and said, "Of course, our wine doesn't have any romantic connotations... But speaking of which, I haven't really researched our tribe's traditions in this regard. Tsk, after all, a handsome young man like me who understands love so well... no, so deeply, usually has to keep quiet, just in case a girl falls for me..."
"You don't seem like someone who rarely talks," Latis couldn't help but retort. "And where does this inexplicable confidence of yours come from?!"
"You don't understand it."
The moth warrior chuckled mysteriously, paused, and then sighed softly:
"But to be honest, I have thought about finding a kind-hearted girl to be my partner, but my journey is far from over, so I can't stop..."
"Ah...where will the journey end..." It leaned back in its seat, gazing at the darkening sky, then suddenly took out a small white flower from its bag, examined it for a moment, and whispered:
"If I can find a girl I'd like to settle down with, I'll give her this flower. It's definitely more reliable than this sweet algae wine from your tribe..."
"They're still talking about the sweet algae wine..."
Latis shook his head helplessly, then his eyes suddenly lit up. From the Moth Warrior's words just now, he seemed to have heard a clue about the whereabouts of Little White Flower!
Could it be that the moth warrior, under some circumstances, gave it to the girl it admired?
"Sigh, just thinking about all these things in my future makes me feel so troubled... Thinking about it this way, I might end up alone..."
The moth warrior slowly revealed an emo expression, covered his face, and sighed sadly:
"If I can only bother you for the rest of my life, that would be too sad. Ah, life, can't you just let me off this time... cough cough, never mind, Your Highness, I'd better go back to my room and rest first..."
Latis watched with a tense expression as the Moth Warrior swayed and hummed a tune as he left the tavern. He took a deep breath, feeling a slight headache.
Who taught the Moth Fighter this inexplicable personality?!
He rubbed his temples, stood up, gripped the hilt of the Dream Nail sword, and prepared to reclaim the dream.
Although there should be more teaching experiences between the moth warrior and the prince later on, this is probably the only clue involving the little white flower.
Just as Latis was about to swing the Dream Nail, a sudden thought flashed through his mind, and he stopped what he was doing.
The direction the moth warrior just left... doesn't seem to be the cabin where it was temporarily staying...
He seemed to have thought of something, sighed, and set off towards the direction of the ancient tree monster.
A few minutes later, Latis stopped on a hill not far from the ancient tree monster. He gazed for a moment at the seemingly chaotic scene near the ancient tree monster, and sure enough, he saw the moth warriors struggling among the heavy vines.
"...Is this guy a tsundere?"
Latis finally couldn't help but mutter a complaint under his breath.
take a day off