"I think it should be possible, but I can't imagine that kind of scene. The destruction of the old world will lead to the birth of a new world. I can be sure of this."

Shade nodded and wanted to ask what they would do if the end of the world was next year. But when he thought about this question, he felt ridiculous, so he shook his head:

"What you just said is right. All mortals are destined to die. Although the ending is doomed, we can find ways to extend the length and make life more meaningful. If the world will one day end, I think there will be many

People, pay the price to extend the life of the world and make our world more meaningful, right?"

The doctor shrugged without comment, but mentioned another thing:

"Speaking of which, we seem to have forgotten to buy flowers and came here empty-handed. Let's go to the chapel over there and ask. I think there should be fresh flowers there."

"My house is actually filled with flowers, enough to fill a living room."

Then the scenes from last night popped up again, and Shade hurriedly pushed those scenes out of his head. Now is not the time to think about this:

"Wait, I have a flower."

He said, putting his hand into his pocket, paused, and took out a wilted white flower.

This flower is the last flower I bought from a little girl on the street in Fort Midhill. But it is not a rose, but a rare white Lyon orchid. This is a subspecies of orchid. It can be planted in spring and autumn.

Flowers are known for their plump petals.

"Look, the last flower has also found its owner."

Shade said to "her" in his heart, and bent down to put the bouquet of orchids on the ground in front of the tombstone. But before the flowers touched the ground, he straightened up again and glanced hesitantly at the white flowers in his hand:

"The Breath of Time."

With a slight inhalation, gray air flowed out from the flowers and entered the nose. Under Dr. Schneider's gaze, the bouquet of flowers slowly turned into a seed.

"You can't change the outcome of death, but you can at least prolong the process and make life more meaningful. If you put this flower here, it will fade soon, but"

Shade summoned the moonlight sword, dug a small hole in the moist soil next to the tombstone, and put the seed in. Then he used his fingers to leave the elf runes that promote growth in the soil, and then put the fingerprints and seeds.

Landfilled together:

"I hope a flower will grow here next spring."

The doctor nodded:

"Yes, I will wait until next spring to see it with you."

After doing all this, Shade stood up and stood in front of the tombstone with the doctor, holding an umbrella and looking at the letters on the tombstone.

The raindrops pattered, falling on the ground, splashing small water splashes. The late autumn rain played a light but sad music between the heaven and the earth, just like the people sleeping here, leaving lightly, leaving behind longings

and blessings.

The cemetery in the rain is like an old oil painting with cold tones. The backs of Shade and the doctor are frozen in the center of the oil painting. What did the doctor think of? Shade didn't know, but he thought of his whole autumn in Midhill.

I thought of all kinds of people, all kinds of souls and all kinds of things.

Finally, he thought of the seeds he buried in the soil, just like he saved Grace and Helen, just like Joy Barton retrieved Marilyn Handel. Neither of them can make anyone immortal, but they

All make life longer, have more meaning, and have the opportunity to face the next spring.

Of course, what Shade did would not lead to disaster.

Listening to the sound of rain tugs at the heartstrings, and the slightly cold wind brings the chill of late autumn. The moist air is so real that it makes people feel as if they can reach out and touch the autumn that is about to leave Tobesk.

All mortals are mortal, and he cannot change all this, but the dying flower has indeed degenerated into a seed, waiting for the next spring.

"Say something."

In the sound of rain, her voice rang out on time:

[Sixth Era, 1853 in the Universal Calendar, Autumn, the Moon of Dead Leaves. When the late autumn rain falls at your feet, the cold wind cannot take away the thoughts at this moment. The living are attached to their loved ones, but they do not know that all mortals are mortal.

; The deceased sacrificed voluntarily, not expecting that all things will eventually perish. The sinful and noble souls carry the curse and walk into the distance, but the original flame ignited new power. On the stage of unknown destiny, the red twin butterflies accompany you.

Fly, the third act is over, but you who have stepped into death - a foreigner, do you really understand what death is?】

"Isn't that description of the red butterfly a little strange?"

Shade asked, but got no answer.

"However, all things exist and eventually perish."

As he pondered these words in the rain, he felt as if he had touched a deeper power. The [Creation and Death] in his pocket glowed slightly, and Dr. Schneider suddenly turned his head and seemed to see a huge golden sickle behind Shad.

It flashed by, but when I looked carefully, there was nothing:

"It's an illusion again. Why should I say it again?"

This rain will probably last for a long time. Autumn is over and winter is about to begin. Whether Shade wants it or not, death and time are equally fair.

Only she chuckled in the cold rain:

【Outlander, you have gained new strength.】
Chapter completed!