"What kind of flower is this?" Rod asked.

"Do not forget me."

"oh……"

Rhodes seemed very reserved and was silent for a while. He finally plucked up the courage to pursue the mysterious sense of unknown in his mind. But as soon as he opened his mouth, he heard the woman say.

"Sa Liang Xi, my name is Sa Liang Xi, Rhodes."

"oh……"

Just as the volcano was about to erupt, it was blocked back. Although it achieved its goal, Rhodes still felt a little strange. In confusion, Rhodes suddenly remembered that Sa Liangxi said his name.

"You still know me after all!"

Rhodes shouted, and the response was a burst of laughter. He was like a mouse being played with.

After laughing, Sa Liangxi rubbed her eyes vigorously, and then took a long breath. She did forget something. It might be a very bad nightmare, but there was another voice in her heart. She guessed that someone would remember...

I just don't know.

"No one is ever completely forgotten..."

She muttered.

…

121A Cork Street, Winchester Office.

Perhaps luckily among misfortunes, the office did not suffer any damage during the storm and remained standing. However, the rain was too heavy and water flooded into the house, soaking the floor.

Lorenzo moved the bench to the rooftop, basking in the sun and listening to the sound of decoration coming from downstairs.

His right arm was covered with bandages, which may have been directly affected by the "Forgotten River". Lorenzo's own self-healing power couldn't do much this time, so he could only wait for it to heal slowly.

"What a beautiful scenery."

Lorenzo sighed, grabbed the wine bottle on the small table nearby, and started drinking heavily on himself in broad daylight.

There was some noise in the street, and some people gathered together and shouted something.

"The truth must not be like this! They must be hiding something!" The leading man shouted to the people, "I saw it! Those monsters! It was the monsters who did all this!"

Some of the people below were curious, and some were moved by him and shouted together with righteous indignation.

Sure enough, no matter how strict the handling is, there will always be a few fish that slip through the net. After all, if you want to completely cover up something, it will leave a mark no matter what, unless it never happened at all.

Lorenzo didn't care about this, anyway, he guessed that these people would be visited by the scavengers at night, and then their memories would be integrated with the public, and they would continue to protect this dark and dirty secret.

Things like this keep happening secretly, and I heard that the scavengers are almost going crazy these days.

"How are you?"

A voice sounded from behind, and Watson came over, concerned about Lorenzo's condition.

"Fortunately, [Forgotten River] only affected my body."

Lorenzo waved his bandaged arm. It was not unusable, but every time he waved it, he felt a stab of pain.

Watson stood beside Lorenzo and listened to Lorenzo sigh.

"We have finally solved these two big troubles. As long as we destroy the thing under the Well of Sublimation, we can completely get rid of this dark fate."

"Do you think we'll succeed?"

"I think... who knows? But you have to give it a try, and as you can see, Adren has personally verified it for us."

Lorenzo looked at his arm, and the pain in it transced his body and directly affected his consciousness.

"Antimemes seem to be superimposed, and layers of [Lethe River] were superimposed on each other. Until I swung the last sword, [Lethe River] reached the threshold and completely crushed Roger."

Lorenzo recalled another figure.

"You also remember what the Keeper of Secrets said. In the final battle, they devoted all their energy to [Final Echo], but they failed to completely banish it. They only made it fall into a long sleep..."

"You mean?"

Lorenzo looked at Watson, as if he could see the soul deep inside her body.

"Perhaps they almost succeeded, they devoted everything...but not actually everything, they have one [Final Echo] left, and we will make up for the last few years before this after so many years.

One sword."

Watson thought, just like Lorenzo said, this might be feasible. If so, they really have a chance to it all.

Looking at Lorenzo, Watson was about to say something when he saw an extremely twisted and weird face.

Lorenzo was smiling, bathing in the sunshine, showing a ferocious smile of extreme hatred that only a demon could possess.

"What are you laughing at, Lorenzo?"

Lorenzo looked at Watson and locked eyes with her.

"It's finally over, Watson, all of this..."

He sighed, as if he wanted to spit out his soul, and the expression on his face fell into a peaceful calm.

"What a long war..."
Chapter completed!