In this regard, Karen himself is no exception, otherwise why would he not want to stay at the funeral home?

"Wish her happiness."

"Thank you, but I will prepare the coins for her to buy the return ticket. I also have some coupon savings here, and I will let her take them with her when the time comes. In fact, I am very reluctant to let her leave me, but I

Can you understand that there is no way to stop her?"

"Understandable."

At this time, Ophelia also finished eating. She took out a few gold coins and placed them on the table. She stood up, glanced at Karen, and walked out.

Karen followed him out, Ophelia stood on the doorstep waiting for him, and the two of them walked back.

"Is it so busy here every day?" Karen asked.

"No, because what happened a few days ago, many people were frightened, so the shopping areas have been extremely lively these days, and everyone is willing to spend money."

"Oh, that's it."

When she arrived at the side entrance of the hotel, a carriage was already waiting for Ophelia.

Karen stood there, waiting for Ophelia to get in the car.

Ophelia didn't rush to get in the car, but turned around, tilted her head slightly, and looked at Karen.

a long time,

Ophelia smiled.

Karen was a little confused.

"Are you cold?"

This is the second time Ophelia asked herself the same question today.

"Not cold."

"I don't want to go back yet. Sit with me for a while."

"It's getting late."

Ophelia raised her fist, shook it in front of Karen, and asked:

"Are you going or not?"

Karen said nothing.

Ophelia turned around and walked towards the roadless place on the other side, which was the woods in the mountains.

Karen hesitated for a moment, but finally followed him.

Ophelia walked in front, and Karen followed behind. After walking in deeply, Ophelia sat down on a stone, reached out and patted the empty space next to her. Karen also sat down and brought out the

The fruit wine was placed at his feet.

For a long time, the two did not speak. Ophelia just looked up at the imperfect dark moon in the sky, while Karen looked at the leaves under his feet.

"Are you cold?"

"The divine robe has the function of maintaining body temperature."

Karen was a little confused. This was the third time she asked herself this question after meeting.

Ophelia leaned forward, supporting the side of her face with her hands, and looked at Karen.

Karen said: "You are a little strange today."

"Well, you finally feel it?"

"Is it because of what happened on the island recently?"

Ophelia nodded, shook her head, and said: "It's not just what happened on the island, but between me and you, something that other girls may never encounter once in their lives. Between me and you

It seems like we can bump into each other every other day."

"Maybe, it's just a coincidence?"

"Normally speaking, it should be called the arrangement of fate. You deliberately didn't say this word. I found that you are always like this when you and I are together, like when we are fighting and sparring, you have been deliberately holding back.

I actually don't like this feeling very much.

Can you tell me the reason why you have been like this?"

Karen pursed her lips. The objective reason was that there was a person named "Neo" behind this series of coincidences, but the secrets involved could not be revealed.

But everything, in addition to being objective, must also have subjective factors.

Seeing Karen's silence, Ophelia continued to ask: "My father had many women, and he also had many illegitimate children. I am not angry about this. Maybe it's because I have lived in such an environment since I was a child. You

It’s different, you have a fiancée, so you always have principles, right?”

"That's not all."

"Oh, that's not all? What else is there?" Ophelia asked.

Karen decided to speak out her true inner thoughts: "Because when someone of the opposite sex expresses affection for you, you will always feel happy and enjoying it. Sorry, this is unavoidable."

"Is it because of this?"

"Um."

"So, you still have a good impression of me in your heart, right?"

Karen said frankly: "Yes, yes."

"Okay, I understand. You have to stick to the principle and enjoy the feeling that I like you." Ophelia stretched her hands forward and said: "This is the same as baking by the fire. I like the warmth brought by baking, but I also like the warmth brought by baking.

I won’t and don’t dare to actually put my hand into the barbecue pile, because I know it will burn myself. How about my metaphor?”

“Very appropriate.”

Ophelia raised her fist again, placed it in front of Karen, and shook it: "I just had enough to eat, and now I have enough strength."

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't plan to do anything, um..." Ophelia supported her chin with one hand, "I really like the stories of my ancestor Bernard and the poems and articles he left behind. I have loved it since I was a child. Darkmoon Island is almost

Every aborigine grew up listening to the stories of our ancestor Bernard."

"I know."

"In our eyes, our ancestor Bernard was pure and flawless. His life and feelings were all like this."

"Um."

"But because of what happened to Mr. Phileas, I saw another side of my ancestor. In addition, I recently took the time to read the diaries of Mr. Phileas and my ancestor Bernard.

The image of my ancestors has changed in my case. It fell from the sky to the ground and was stained with a lot of dust.

Before you came to the island this time, I tried to substitute the relationship between you and me into the relationship between my ancestor and Miss Pall. A replica of a love story.”

"Then what?"

"Then when the image of my ancestor was no longer so perfect for me, I looked back at the love story written by my ancestor and Miss Pall, and I felt a... a sense of dissonance.

It's like there is a line running between each love story, and they all seem to be torn apart.

You know, I even began to doubt... doubt whether there was, after all, between Miss Pall and the ancestor..."

Ophelia bit her lip, then let go:

"I have always substituted my ancestor Bernard, and I have always substituted you as Miss Pall. Then, this feeling is indescribable. I spent a whole day yesterday replaying the love story of my ancestor in my mind. I tried to unravel the line that seemed to me to be in violation;

Finally, I felt, felt... huh.

I feel that I am really similar to my ancestor, and I understand him. In every story, the first half is a real scene development, and the second half is a imaginary beauty."

Karen was stunned. He didn't expect that Ophelia suddenly said these words at the end.

"Sigh... it happened more than a hundred years ago, so there is no need to take it seriously, because it may not be a record, but just a description of love, right?"

Ophelia looked specifically at Karen, as if she wanted to get an answer from Karen, and she asked repeatedly:

"Right?"

Karen's palms were slightly sweaty at this time, because he understood the meaning of Ophelia's words. She seemed to have penetrated the fog and "understood" the love lie that Bernard had weaved for herself.

But now the question is, if the story between Bernard and Miss Pall is a lie, then what is the definition of his own identity?

If Bernard and Pall did not get together, how did he, a descendant of Pall, appear?

Going a little deeper, the Dark Moon Blade... without bloodline support, how did you use it?

What is your identity?

Continuing to expand a bit, what’s going on with Miss Pall’s tombstone in Allen Manor and the touching line of words under the tombstone?

Finally, it can even be extended to a series of recent events on the island, which can be used as a basis to deduce conspiracy theories.

Karen put her palms on her knees and thought: Fuck, captain, you can take me off...

Because I really like Karen, I can really put myself in the shoes of my ancestor Bernard and "understand" the long series of love stories left by my ancestor Bernard...

But because of this, she saw a secret, or a truth.
To be continued...