Talulah, I'm still a child.

However, he was getting old, and no one was willing to give Sarkaz a ride, especially since he was infected, so he had no choice but to walk.

But now, his life may be coming to an end.

"Oh, are you alright?"

Before the old man's body collapsed completely to the ground, a pair of slender hands supported him; it was a child who looked very cute.

"It doesn't look too good."

The voice gradually became clearer, and the weakness and powerlessness, even the pain caused by Oripathy, gradually subsided and were no longer felt. The old man from Sarkaz slowly sat down on the ground.

"Please use this."

The Volper girl with four tails behind her handed him the biscuits and water. For some reason, the old man Sarkaz didn't suspect anything or find it strange, and simply sat down.

"So, why would the old man be alone in such a wilderness? It's very dangerous."

Wandering alone in such a wilderness, without any weapons or anyone to look after you, is indeed very dangerous, and you might very well encounter ferocious wild animals.

"Me? Oh right, I haven't asked yet, young lady, what's your name?"

"My name is Xue Mei No. 4, and what's yours, sir?"

"What a strange name... Just call me Hammer."

"Grandpa, your name is strange too, isn't it?"

Number Four couldn't help but joke. The old man Sarkaz ate the biscuit and drank a few sips of water. The sun wasn't very hot. "Hammer" felt a little unsteady, as if a gust of wind could blow him over.

"Actually, I didn't have a name. My parents, whom I never met, never left me any such thing. I was adopted by another Sarkaz who happened to be holding a hammer. Damn it, I should have a name from a book."

Sarkaz scratched his head, feeling a little annoyed. For the first time, he found his name funny, but he didn't hate it.

"Everyone should have a name. It's a symbol that accompanies them throughout their lives, the beginning of their memories. A name carries blessings and hopes. That's what a friend of mine said."

"Although I don't understand what they're saying, it makes a lot of sense."

"So why is the old man here?"

"Ah... I was going to Kazdel, but I got lost. I had nothing left to eat or drink, and even scavengers wouldn't give me a second glance. If I hadn't met you, little girl, I would definitely have died here."

Slightly embarrassed, "Hammer" scratched his head. He felt rather ashamed; he had been walking for many days but couldn't find his way out of the wilderness and didn't know which way to go.

"Kazdel?"

"Ah, let's still call it Londinium for now. My companion said that's where our home is, so I want to go and see."

As he spoke, a rare shyness appeared on the face of the old man Sarkaz.

“I am a homeless person, a Sarkaz, and an infected person. I am not welcome anywhere I go. I have been alone for so many years.”

"Having lived this long, I know I'm about to die, but I really want to see... what will the Sarkaz homeland be like?"

Shyness turned into anticipation, then into a sense of helplessness and bitterness. "Hammer" glanced at Number Nine. For some reason, he felt an unusual warmth towards this girl he was meeting for the first time, and wanted to tell her everything on his mind.

“But… I heard that Lentinium was originally a city of Victoria, so it must be someone else’s home.”

"Aren't we doing the same thing as those who took our homes... Taking away other people's homes and making them homeless like us, is that really okay?"

Having been displaced for so long, I no longer know what home is. So I want to see what Kazdel is like, but because I have no home, I know very well what it feels like. Having lived so long, I have become more open-minded and no longer attached to some things.

“I once dreamed that someone was angrily shouting to take back Kazdel, and I asked him… why was Kazdel taken away?”

"To hear all this, old man, perhaps your bloodline is somewhat ancient. Hmm, may I ask, what is your wish?"

This was a very sudden and unprovoked question. The old man thought for a moment, ate the last piece of biscuit, then lay down on the ground, looking at the starry sky. Hmm, wasn't the sun blazing just now? Never mind.

"If I could, I would like to have a home. I think everyone should have a home. I can lie on the roof of my own house like this, and then drink and look at the stars."

As they were talking, a bottle of wine was handed to him. "Hammer" paused for a moment, then smiled, took it, opened it, and drank it.

"thank you."

"You're welcome."

A gust of wind blew by, ruffling Number Four's hair. She reached out and scooped up a handful of dust to cover the corpse beside her. The Originium crystals and the stench of decay did not make Number Four frown.

A cookie, a bottle of water, and a glass of wine were placed beside the corpse. She stood up, and the corpse slowly sank. A stone tablet rose up, with a hammer shape carved on its tail.

"We have indeed heard your wish. Rest in peace."

The invisible dead souls scattered with the wind, and Number Four got up and headed to the next location. Apart from her, the other clones of Mei Xue were also on the move.

"So, little friend, is that why you're crying here all by yourself?"

"Yes, Dad and Mom have disappeared. Dad broke his leg and lost his job. He and Mom often argue. Dad didn't come back the day before yesterday, and Mom cried for a long time for some reason. She hasn't come back today either."

The young child sat next to the five-tailed Wolper girl, and he liked this older sister who was not much bigger than him but was willing to buy him ice cream.

Number Five knew very well that the child's father had chosen to beg for a living, but was beaten to death by the local guards after contracting carnage. Her mother had jumped into the river half an hour earlier because she couldn't bear the blow.

"Thank you, sister. I should go home now."

"Won't you eat anything else?"

Besides ice cream, Xue Mei also brought out some other snacks. She could tell that the child was very greedy, but also very polite.

"No, thank you, sister. Mom said I can't eat too much, and I have to go back to take care of my younger sister."

"Oh right, you mentioned that your little sister is one year old now."

"Yeah, it's just very noisy at night."

"Kids are all like this. Here, take this."

She handed over all the snacks in her hands. Xue Mei No. 5's smile had an irresistible charm. The little boy blinked, hesitated for a long time, and then accepted them.

"By the way, can you tell me what your wish is?"

"I hope... Mom and Dad can come back, and our family can always be together."

"Yes, I heard you. Go back quickly, don't keep your sister waiting."

"Goodbye, big sister with five tails,"

After waving goodbye to the little boy, Number Five continued to sit quietly on the bench, waiting for the next person to come and talk to.

In that instant, many people appeared around her: elderly people, disheartened middle-aged people, innocent children, children who had gone astray, poor people who wanted to commit suicide, and self-proclaimed nobles.

Such benches can be found everywhere on this land, from bustling city parks to impoverished villages, and even desolate wilderness. Everyone can see that sitting on the bench is an extremely cute girl with five tails, holding a piece of cake and a cup of milk tea beside her.

Everyone who sees her can't help but want to talk to her. It's as if they've seen their best confidante, a trustworthy family member, their closest lover, or even another version of themselves to whom they can completely entrust everything.

So they sat on the bench, only to realize later that they hadn't done anything, except perhaps had a dessert or drink in their hands.

"Aren't you tired of doing this? It's very inefficient."

Holding a cup of coffee, she approached and looked at Number Five, who was sitting on the bench. She looked nine-tenths similar to her friend, but Xue Mei had six tails on her back.

"It's alright. About 50,000 people sit down every second. From a human perspective, it's not too slow. After all, I have to consider what kind of gifts to give them."

"Ah, a little gift for the questionnaire, how nice... Why don't you give me one too? I'll answer the questions honestly."

"You have your own, and we are all differentiated from the original body, so our desires are the same, okay?"

She rolled her eyes at her best friend and continued with her work, ignoring Number Six.

"You could have done all this in an instant by yourself, why did you make us do it? The main body is really lazy."

Scratching her head and complaining, she said that Number One was sunny and cheerful, Number Two was aloof and meticulous, Number Three was irritable and easily angered, Number Four was gentle and considerate, Number Five was mischievous and playful, and Number Six was just lazy. She didn't even want to do this task; she just wanted to find a place to hug her tail and sleep all day. Of course, not wanting to do it didn't mean she wouldn't do it. Her method was more efficient: she would just enter a dream, so that even if people woke up, it wouldn't have any impact.

Number Seven has a gloomy and vicious personality, and Number Eight is a ruthless fellow. Those disgusting beings can be dealt with by them. Although there is no high or low status in the face of fate, the little foxes have the most basic values.

However, no matter what, Mei Xue's clones did not deliberately hide their whereabouts. Soon, more and more people discovered that it was not an illusion. "Miss Wolper, who inquired about her wish" quickly spread in major cities as an urban legend. Needless to say, in those rural villages, Xue Mei No. 5 directly delivered a chair to the big tree at the entrance of the village, which was the intelligence center of the village.

However, it wasn't just humans; those more perceptive beings who had lived longer noticed the subtle changes earlier than anyone else. However, the person sitting in the chair they saw was not Xue Mei No. 5, but the one with nine tails.

"Just call me Xue Mei No. 9."

As he said this, the little fox couldn't help but cover his mouth and chuckle, the chains around his neck making a crisp sound. Kal'tsit resisted the urge to pinch his face and sat down next to Number Nine.

"So, what are you planning to do this time?"

"Well, it's not what I want to do, it's what you want to do. My wish has always been very simple."

The little fox shook his head, his two little feet swinging gently. He always had enough patience for Kal'tsit, and could even stretch out his tail to gently rub her head.

"Kal'tsit, what is your wish? Tell me."

"...Why would you ask that?"

"Because of curiosity."

"I can't say."

Kal'tsit became unusually indifferent. She realized that this Mei Xue was different from the one she knew and immediately realized that this was not Mei Xue, but her projection, or perhaps it would be more appropriate to call it a clone.

“Alright then, Kal'tsit, would you like to hear our story, the kind of story you don’t know, the kind that happened long ago.”

"No."

"You're so boring. You weren't like this when you were with your real self."

"You really were just a clone."

Nodding in agreement with Kal'tsit's words, Number Nine leaned back in his chair. His task was to coordinate with Mei Xue's old friends. While he was talking to Kal'tsit, he was also talking to Yeragand, the Emperor, the High Priest, the Nine-Colored Deer, and even his own troublesome second son.

"Kal'tsit, we can feel that you are very tired. You have been working alone for so long, trying your best to maintain balance, otherwise this land would perish. It must have been very hard for you."

When people heard that Kal'tsit had lived for tens of thousands of years, many people were skeptical, because how could someone who had lived for so long be just an ordinary head of the medical department on Rhodes Island?

"In many people's imagination, a person who has lived for ten thousand years must have a very large power, must have wealth that rivals that of a country, and must have the power to shake the world, but... Kal'tsit, you know better than anyone else."

"An individual's strength is limited. Wealth that rivals that of a nation cannot save all those suffering. Even the most glorious and powerful dynasty will one day collapse. If you set aside your own responsibilities, you will surely live a good life."

Every word Number Nine spoke resonated deeply with Kal'tsit. Her lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated, ultimately choosing silence. She truly felt exhausted; she was too tired. She had even considered asking Mei Xue's power to change everything.

"How could those who call you incompetent have imagined that the first Sarkaz Demon Lord would share the same name as the doctor from Rhodes Island?"

As the sun set, it dyed the wilderness and the area around them crimson, just like the great fire that once ravaged the empire. Kal'tsit sighed softly, remembering the dark, deposed monarchy that she had abandoned, the power of the Demon King, and the continuation of civilization.

Her mission, her sacrifices, her three deaths, the three fires of Kazdel, and more than three thousand destructions.

"My wish is..."

Chapter 128 The Turmoil Brought by Plum Blossoms