Silent Crown Chapter 712: Value
It just dawned.
Avalon, a bustling area in Midtown, an apartment area, morning pedestrians wash and go to work, the bakery has opened, awnings, tables and chairs are opened, and a half-price sign for set meal coffee is hung.
A carriage quietly stopped at the door of the sixth-floor apartment. Several men in black uniforms went up and down the stairs, carrying a suitcase and putting it in a hanging bucket.
Their movements are neat, but there are no signs on the uniforms, and they are not as burly as they are trained. They are thin, and carry heavy luggage without effort. When someone looks over, they will look like they are looking at it. Coming over, looking at the people around him, his eyes were cold.
In the carriage, a man named Richard opened the curtains and looked at a window on the fifth floor.
"Are our guests finished packing?"
The assistant outside the carriage shook his head: "It's almost the last point. The lord refused our help. It seems that the grievance is not small."
"The same."
Richard said lightly: "Five years of study, and when he was about to graduate, he was notified that he had to prepare his luggage within two days and send it out as a gift. No matter who it was, no one would be upset about this kind of thing. Who else can you blame?"
The assistant did not speak, but sighed, looking down at the time of the pocket watch.
"Don't look, wait."
Richard leaned back in the carriage seat: "Always leave some goodbye time for others."
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On the fifth floor, the room is empty.
Although it is one of the best apartments in Midtown Avalon, the interior conditions are still frugal and there is no big furniture. Even after the luggage was emptied, only a few chairs and a bed were left.
There is also a huge easel.
The unfinished paintings on the shelf are still covered with damp cloth, and there are many completed portraits in the corners. Unfortunately, the royal hounds were a little rough when carrying them, and many of the paintings have fallen on the ground, stained with dust.
And their former creators no longer care about them.
"Seller, don't you bring these?"
The girl who was talking was the girl who lives next door, studying in Avalon like him. She was a classmate for four years, and she came to help move.
"Forget it, don't take it with you, stay here."
The thin young man glanced at his hard work for the last time, and withdrew his gaze: "If I have a chance, I will come back and pack them."
Seller lifted the last suitcase, got up and looked at the girl beside him, and smiled reluctantly.
"Are you leaving?"
"Hmm." Saylor nodded, trying to say something, but said nothing.
"Unfortunately, you will be finished in one year."
The girl smiled complicatedly, stretched out her hand and hugged him gently, "I won't send you off."
"Hmm."
Syler nodded, looked at her one last time, and walked towards the door, but after reaching the door, he turned back, opened the suitcase, took out a wrapped picture from it, and handed it to her: "This For you."
It was a portrait, exactly like her.
"I always wanted to give it to you."
Seller smiled regretfully, "If you don't give it any more, there will be no chance."
After speaking, he lifted the box and left, as if he was running away.
The only thing left is the girl standing in the room in a daze, looking at everything that is empty.
Until the carriage started to move, Seiler heard the shouting behind him. He got his head out of the carriage window and saw the **** the fifth floor window shouting something to her.
But Thaler couldn't hear.
The carriage didn't stop, and under the lash of the coachman, it drifted away until it turned Queen's Road and couldn't see where she was anymore. She was overwhelmed by the city.
Seler returned to the carriage lost and collapsed on the chair, his eyes flushed a little.
"Sorry."
Richard handed him a handkerchief, "I know this decision is cruel to you, but I hope you can understand that you go back to Asgard, it will be good for everyone."
Syler did not speak, nor did he look up at him.
"If you really miss her, come back here after the war is over." Richard took back the ignored handkerchief and said flatly: "Compared to parting, waiting is always better, isn't it?"
After the silence, Seiler raised his head, took a deep breath, and shook his head.
"No, I probably won't be back."
"That's a shame."
Richard said lightly: "If the war is over, I welcome people like you to Avalon, whether traveling or studying.
Avalon is a good place. I grew up here. Sometimes it can be awkward and difficult for outsiders to like. But in the end, I believe that outsiders will have their own home here. "
Seller shook his head, looking complicated.
He doesn't look like an Asgardian, he's not burly, he's not rugged, he's handsome, and he's very different from his father and a few older brothers.
Weak and silent.
It seems that even a mouse can't be killed.
For several years in Avalon, no one knew that he was the son of the patriarch of the Fire River clan, and he never told anyone about his hometown.
"Will you be on the battlefield after returning to Asgard?" Richard asked.
"Only the successor of my father is eligible to go to the battlefield. It is not my turn. I was already given up when I left Asgard."
Seller said coldly: "In Asgard, the glory of death never favors a weak person like me."
"It's okay to survive."
Richard shook his head: "Regardless of victory or defeat, war is always cruel. I also hope that he will not come, but now it seems that this can only be an extravagant hope."
Seller didn't speak anymore.
He closed his eyes.
It didn't take long for the carriage to slow down and it was almost at the port.
Variously, you can see that the port is busy. Compared with the orderly way in the past, it is accelerating rapidly now. Ships are constantly entering and leaving the port.
For the well-informed people, the wind of war is near, and many people who have nothing to do with it are reluctant to stay here.
In sight, a huge passenger ship left its guard amidst the whistle.
The logo of Asgard Shipping Company is also hung on it.
"It seems that your family has given up on you, and the Asgard Embassy did not even know you were there when it withdrew."
Richard sighed and patted Seller on the shoulder: "Sorry, I want to send you back, please believe that this is the best solution-we have notified Asgar..."
Boom!
Before the voice fell, the roar burst out.
From the window of the carriage.
In the next instant, countless pieces of iron burst from the broken cargo box, and the whistling sound tore people’s eardrums. The pieces of iron rubbed in mid-air to crimson, tearing the air, and smashing the carriage of the carriage. The steel plate that penetrated the middle layer flew into the carriage.
Those iron pieces were unable to penetrate from the other end anymore, and were bounced back in front of the steel plate. In the violent shock, they continued to eject from the carriage.
Immediately afterwards, the fire engulfed everything.
After a short period of sluggishness, countless people screamed and fled to the surroundings.
"Scourge! Did you see it? This is Scourge!"
Behind the cargo box, a pale musician laughed frantically, playing the movement, and attacking everything around frantically: "Go to hell! You cowards! Traitors! Go to hell! Asgard Must pay for everything they do to me! Price! Hahahahaha..."
Five minutes later, the crazy musician was shot dead on the spot, and a royal musician's identity certificate was found from his body.
Amid the pale face of the guard, the burning carriage shattered, and Richard, who was almost charred, crawled out of it with difficulty, clutching the blood-stained young man in his hands.
"Come here!"
He shouted hoarsely: "Come on! Doctor! Where is the doctor!"
A hoarse cough sounded, and beside him, the half-mutilated young man opened his eyes with difficulty.
"Don't waste time."
There was a complex expression on his broken face: "I'm not saved."
Richard was stunned, looking down at him dullly, and suddenly realized:
"You knew it a long time ago?"
"I have already told you...a glorious death never favors the weak."
Seller's scorched face aroused a difficult smile, full of self-deprecating: "The weak... can only die humiliatingly, creating... value for the strong..."
Syler coughed violently, blood foaming from his throat, blocking his breathing.
It seems that he has realized that death is coming, he no longer struggles, just propped up his body with his broken elbow, turned his head with difficulty, and stared at the city behind him.
It's as if you can see that small window.
Someone is waiting for him there.
Sorry.
He closed his eyes and lost his breath.
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Twenty minutes later, Ye Qingxuan was awakened by a crazy knock on the door, and got up from the desk ~ IndoMTL.com ~ saw Richard sitting in a wheelchair with bandages.
"I messed up."
Richard's expression is bitter: "The fourth heir of the Fire River clan of Asgard, was just assassinated in the harbor."
"Who is the murderer?"
"A royal musician."
Richard replied hoarsely: "This was a premeditated assassination. He already knew he would die. Boss, we are in trouble."
Ye Qingxuan took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and opened them again, exhaling an angry breath from his lungs.
"I see."
He patted Richard on the shoulder: "It's not to blame you. It's a blessing to be able to come back. Let the Physician go to have a look first."
Five minutes later, an ear-piercing bell from the Privy Council’s emergency communications rang from the desk.
"Help me pick up His Royal Highness, immediately!"
"Go ahead, I am here."
Behind the desk, Ye Qingxuan was smoking a cigarette, her face sinking like water.
"Two minutes ago, the Asgardians claimed that the sole heir of the Fire River clan had been murdered in a despicable manner in our country, and Asgard officially declared war on Anglo!"
"I see."
Ye Qingxuan lowered his eyes and put out the cigarette: "Please call your Majesty an emergency meeting to convene all members of the Privy Council, inform everyone, and be prepared..."
He put on his coat and buttoned the last button:
"——War is coming."
Outside the window, the early morning sun rises from the sea, illuminating the dark clouds that are slowly spreading in the distance.
The world is silent.
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