Dust of History Chapter 24: Elope

Many people like to drink when they are happy. Because once numb, other trivial emotions and rationality are gone, only happiness is left, and then you will feel even happier, extremely happy.

Rod Hart is happy now. At first glance, he doesn't seem to be very good at drinking, his face turns red after a glass of wine, and his eyes are a little loose, showing a drunken state, but no matter how much he drinks next, he will only maintain that drunken feeling and will not go any further. Get drunk, so you stay in a slightly drunk state, you don't lose your reason, but you can let out your emotions to your heart's content. This is undoubtedly a very popular and useful talent on the wine table.

He escorted Chris back to the Duke's mansion more than a month ago. The Duke got in touch with him, and after talking with him, he immediately saw with a very professional and authentic eye that this is a rare talent. It should be noted that talents are rare, but talents who can give up their hearts are even more rare. A young man with good qualifications, no family background and no political stance. This kind of talent cultivated based on feelings is the real confidant who can be entrusted with important tasks. So the duke let him stay, and signed him up for an upcoming contest to recruit members of the Paladin.

"If I want to say that I have any gratitude and respect in this life, there are only two people. One is my dead grandfather, and the other is you. Without you, I would have died long ago, and I would never be where I am now With such an opportunity, I was able to grow more than before because of your influence. You are not only someone I respect and appreciate, but also my friend, friend. It is really my blessing that I have a friend like you." Rodhart's handsome face flushed, and he spoke out his heart with the strength of alcohol.

Many people like to drink alcohol when they are sad, and feel that they don't know anything when they are numb. But this kind of people generally find it difficult to get drunk, because they are always distracted thinking about why they are not drunk, so they are always not drunk.

That's what Asa is now. My head started to feel dizzy, and my limbs also started to feel numb, but my thinking seemed to be getting clearer and clearer, and I could even tell if I was four parts sad, three parts annoyed, two parts angry and one part regretful.

To be honest, he didn't think of this friend very much. Compared with the attitude of the other party who regards himself as an idol and always keeps it in his heart, he feels a little guilty. This distraction seems to weaken the sadness and troubles a little.

Rodhart asked him in an almost yearning tone if he planned to settle down in the capital, and if he would venture into the world with him. His ambition, which had been extinguished by the cruel reality, was ignited violently again because of the new world opened up by this god-given opportunity. "Do you think there is anything in this world that does not need power? What can't be solved by power? I used to think that justice, light and love can surpass these noble things. But even if these things do exist, but It also requires strength to implement it." He looked at Asa, his half-drunk eyes were full of respect. "This is what you made me understand."

Asa gulped down a glass of ale like drinking water, looked at him drunkenly and shook his head and said, "You are mistaken. I only know that I eat when I am hungry, sleep when I am sleepy, and do what I think. Where Let you understand such a profound truth...."

"No, it was you who made me understand the importance of strength." The half-drunk young knight was very sure that he was his idol. "And after I got here, I finally realized that the most important power in this society is status and power."

At least half of his ideological progress can be credited to Duke Mrak. Dealing with this passionate young duke is simply a master. Just a little action or words without showing any traces can make them spontaneously filled with all kinds of fighting spirit that the duke needs, and use them for him.

"Let's do it together. As long as the two of us work together, this world...."

"Not interested." Asa finally felt a little dizzy and satisfied.

"You are too noble." Rodhart shook his head and sighed, even this refusal he thought was an expression of high morality. "You know, the world is like a kitchen, and even the most exquisite delicacies can only be made with greasy hands and dirty hands. Don't you stand condescendingly from a high place and look down on those mediocre fools, but are willing to let those who are born because of their birth So the **** who is going to stand on your head can do whatever he wants in this world?" Rodhart's face was rosy and full of vitality, and the alcohol stimulated the vigor of the **** deep in his body to his face.

Chris suddenly appeared at the entrance of the tavern. She ran in and knocked Rodhart on the head, and scolded, "How dare you drink here in broad daylight."

Just now Rodhart, who was full of pride and ambition as if the world was under his control, was stunned by this, touched his head a little embarrassedly, looked at Asa, smiled, and made a grimace.

This smile makes Asa feel that this friend is much more pleasing to the eye and much cuter. No matter how much he said that he wanted to pursue power by all means, he was still a pure and lovely young man in essence.

Chris stared at Asa very carefully with her beautiful single phoenix eyes, as if he was the weirdest animal in the world. Then she clapped her hands suddenly: "So it's really you. I said why did you look so familiar. You actually changed into such clothes, and I didn't recognize the person at once."

It turned out that she only recognized Asa at this time. Probably in the eyes of women, a man's attire is usually more worth distinguishing than his facial features.

She unceremoniously sat down beside Rod Hart, picked up the wine glass and drank the wine in one gulp. She first expressed her enthusiastic concern about Asa's new clothes and her intention to go to the Duke's mansion, she moved her face closer and her eyes glowed with excitement when she was watching the excitement, and asked, "Hey, what have you and my sister been doing these days?" ? I think she seems very strange...."

"It's just going on a trip together, and by the way, help the bishop with something..." Asa felt that the two drinking buddies were less ideal than the other. If the pot is not open, they will have to carry the pot more.

But Chris seems to have made up her mind to mention it to the end. "Don't lie to me, I can see what's going on. I've known my sister for eighteen years, and I've never seen her so weird as she is today. She used to run away like a normal person among the plague-stricken people. Medication, moving the corpse. Even when my father told her that she had helped her get engaged, I saw the expression on her face. Such a calm sister, she trembled when she saw you yesterday. After you left, she also It's like losing my soul..." She actually sighed, then giggled, revealing two very intoxicating dimples. "This is really like the story in the book. The noble lady and a low-class poor young man have a private life, but she is going to marry someone else because of her parents' orders or other messy things. This is really a trick of fate. .”

"So you are the one who is worrying about this..." Rodhart suddenly realized. After the two met, Asa kept silent, and after being dragged to the tavern by him, he just buried his head in drinking.

Asa did not intend to conceal it deliberately. In fact, he also wished that he could find someone to pour out the pain, depression and sadness in his heart to share with his friends, but the story of him and Xiaoyi was mixed with many secrets, such as the Duke's plan, the leaf of the world tree And Necromancer Guild, etc., the less people know about these things, the better. Especially the relationship between Rod Hart and the Duke is very delicate now.

Rod Hart was silent, and intentionally or unintentionally glanced at Chris next to him. She is also the Duke's daughter. He sighed, patted Asa on the shoulder, and said, "Forget it, let's take it easy. It's better for a man to put his career first. Love is beautiful, but there's no need to be stubborn. Fortunately, Lost is fatal...let go when it's time to let go."

Asa let out a long sigh. There are many things in the world that cannot be let go just by saying let go. The more beautiful things are, the more reluctant they are, and the more painful they are.

"What the **** are you talking about? It's not like they broke up." Chris slapped Rodhart again. She turned around and looked at Asa seriously. "I came after you on purpose. Because I want to ask you a question: Do you really like my sister?"

Asa squinted his eyes and looked at the ceiling, raised the empty cup and took a sip, but he didn't realize that he didn't import anything. He said vaguely and in a trance: "So what if I like it?"

"As long as you like it, that's fine. This is the most important reason for two people to be together. I'm sure that my sister also likes you." She seemed to have finally solved one of the most important problems Same, relaxed tone. "As for the little difficulties in front of me, they are just some small external reasons. It can be said that they are the tempering that your relationship must go through. Don't worry, it's man-made."

"Warrior?" Both Asa and Rodhart were taken aback. They really don't understand how to 'do' this. If such an external cause must be called a 'point', then it may be difficult to find a bigger 'point' in this world.

"Where do you live now?" Chris asked.

"That big house on the west edge of the city. It's where the Academy of Magic stores corpses." Asa replied obediently.

"You go and pack your things and wait there. I will let my sister come to you in the middle of the night." Chris's voice was very soft, but every word violently pulled Asa's nerves . "You guys elope."

"Elope?" Asa and Rodhart's wine were woken up by the word at the same time.

Looking at this daring proposer, Rod Hart said cautiously and solemnly: "Chris, this is not a joke. You know how important your sister's wedding is, and the relationships involved are How important is it?" Of course he doesn't really know what's hidden behind this marriage, but even if it's just a political marriage between the Duke and the Erni family, the meaning is huge enough to put all the children's affairs aside up.

"No matter how important it is, it is someone else's business, and it has nothing to do with my sister. I only have this one sister, and I hope she will be happy for the rest of her life. For a woman, the happiness of being with the one she loves is the most important thing It's gone. Women never need to be tragic, solemn and vigorous, as long as they are gentle and happy together."

"But this matter is really..." Rod Hart scratched his head, it was really hard to accept.

Chris stared at him and said with the most vicious expression and tone possible: "I warn you seriously. If you dare to reveal this matter to my father, see how I will deal with you ....."

"Okay, okay..." Rodhart nodded quickly. "I will stay honestly...."

"You...have you already talked to your sister..." Asa's voice was dry and her voice was trembling. "Could it be your sister called you here..."

"No. She doesn't know yet. I came to you myself. I'll tell her the plan when I get back."

"She won't agree. You don't know....Since she chose to come back by herself, she chose responsibility and commitment to others..."

"She will agree. You don't know, maybe even she doesn't know. In fact, she is far from being as strong and rational as I thought. I understood it when I saw her expression just now. That's why I came here Looking for you." Chris smiled. "Go back and wait."

Asa quickly returned to the big house.

"You **** came back just in time, come and help." Sandro was busy dividing and loading the corpse's organs, as if the Academy of Magic seemed to be conducting another experiment.

Asa walked over stupidly to help Sandro handle the corpse. He's very upset right now. Even more annoying than when he came out of the Duke's mansion.

In fact, he was already desperate and gave up. Even a perfect rhetoric is prepared for myself in my heart: isn't this carefree situation just what I have been longing for all this time? At the time of being wanted and tortured by guilt, isn't that what I have been trying to achieve? I don't have to be hunted down for that secret anymore, and I don't have to feel guilty about her injury anymore. I also helped Sandro get the book back, and everything is resolved, and I am free. Now that I have returned to the starting point where I just ran out from Karondo, the life of free travel in my dream will begin immediately. This is my own life, and this is what is really my own. And what plan the Duke wants to implement, she is going to get married, and the establishment of Oufu City has already been predetermined. No matter what I want to do, it is useless. This is not my own life. Now I have withdrawn from the disputes I accidentally stepped into, and returned to the starting point of my life. Isn't this a good result...

But now there is some hope again, and the emotion that had been silent suddenly boiled up, and it was inseparable from the fierce collision with the rationality of giving up. The most painful thing is that he can only wait here for the unknown result. Sometimes he is excited by the beautiful light of hope, and sometimes he is caught in the fear of disappointment. For the first time, he felt like this, feeling like he was going crazy.

"Saw off that hand." Sandrou handed over a saw. Asa took the saw, and continued to feel overwhelmed in his heart, holding down his wrist and sawing down.

Crack. Sandrou's slap made him stare. The old man covered his hands and jumped and shouted: "Fuck, you **** is crazy."

"Ah? Oh. I'm sorry." Only then did Asa realize that he was sawing while holding Sandro's hand. Luckily he was quick.

"Thinking about women?" Sandro looked at him with a frown.

"En." Asa nodded. He had no intention of hiding anything from the old man, as long as he asked, he could say anything. Of course, Sandro has no interest in listening to his stories, and he is definitely not a good person to confide in his feelings and troubles.

"Woman, disaster. Trouble." Sandro actually felt emotional. His half-dead voice seemed to be expressing emotion, but it sounded like a dying wail. "The most annoying thing about them is that you can't help but worry about them even though you know they are." He patted Asa on the back. "The best way to deal with troubles is to stop thinking about troubles yourself. Do your own thing, she will come when she should come, and it's better if she doesn't come. The rest is to continue to trouble."

Asa looked up and thought for a while, then sighed. "Yes. What should come will come naturally."

It was late at night, and Duke Mrak was feeling tired.

This is extremely rare for him. He once had an astonishing record of working continuously for three days and three nights without sleep. Even now that he is middle-aged, the key to his abundant physical strength and energy is that his fighting spirit and ambition have not diminished in the slightest.

And he feels tired now because his emotional ups and downs are a bit too big today.

Today, his sincere persuasion failed, which made him feel a little frustrated. This is completely different from the kind of 'sincerity' that he can always show at any time. He hasn't shown his true emotions like this for decades. Regardless of people before and after.

And another reason is the daughter's upcoming wedding.

This is a part of his great plan, and he is very happy with a sense of accomplishment at this point in the successful operation. But at the same time, it was the death sentence for his daughter's happiness. He could feel that his daughter was heartbroken when she saw that young man. It would never feel good for a father to carry out the death penalty himself.

No one knows the groom's temperament better than him. That would never be a good husband. He wouldn't even consider it a marriage at all, just a purely performative ceremony. The Duke was even sure that he wouldn't even touch Xiao Yi with his fingers.

Alas, anyway. That's the only way things can go now. The Duke sighed, ready to rest.

A servant suddenly rushed in to report: "Your Excellency, it's not good. The second lady has an accident. She caused trouble in the casino and injured someone. She has been surrounded by the people of the casino."

"Damn girl." The Duke stood up angrily. The casinos in Wangdu are all backed by big names, and many of them are relatives of the emperor. Although it is said that nothing will happen, but I still have to go for a walk.

Not long after the Duke left the mansion. A figure came out over the wall and walked quietly towards the west of the city.

Xiao Yi is dressed in an inconspicuous attire, and also wears a hat that is pushed down very low. As long as you don't look at it specially, no one will recognize her as the princess who is about to get married.

She walked very fast on the street. The heartbeat is also fast. She never expected that she would be moved by her younger sister who had been taught by her all along. The decision that I thought had been firmly established with great determination seemed to fall apart without much effort. In a daze, he accepted his sister's plan, and in a daze he really escaped. No matter how firm the reason is, it will generally not be the opponent of emotion.

She can guarantee that this is the most ridiculous and daring decision she has ever made in her life.

But also the happiest decision. Gradually walked out of the bustling central street, and the surroundings became darker and darker. But every time she took a step toward the dark west, the world seemed a little cuter to her.

"It seems that we are going the same way." An old voice suddenly sounded in the darkness not far from him. "But I didn't expect that there would be a bride walking with me at night."

Xiao Yi was taken aback. Jump out of the way. She didn't notice anyone at all, and she didn't expect that the other party would recognize her immediately.

"Don't be afraid. Maybe we still go to the same person." A soft light lit up on this person's hand, illuminating his figure. This is an old man who is completely covered in black robes. Even though he is smiling like this, his extremely thin face looks majestic.

"Lord Bishop Ronnies." Xiaoyi was even more surprised when he discovered his existence. The majestic bishop actually dressed in a black robe ~IndoMTL.com~ and walked quietly at night like her. No one will believe this kind of thing when told to others.

Bishop Ronnies smiled slightly, shook his head and sighed: "Since we met here, it seems best not to go. I happen to have something to tell you, come with me."

It is dawn.

Asa stood up with difficulty. He slept all night lying on the stone platform at the entrance of the big house. Still able to fall asleep. He surprised himself. Although I was awakened a dozen times by the footsteps of wild cats outside.

Finally still did not come. Asa looked up at the sunlight that had just climbed up from the horizon, felt a little dazzling, yawned, and shed two lines of tears.

Forget it, forget it, forget it. Did she still stick to her choice? I'd better go about my own business. Asa decided to go to the Adventurer's Guild to buy something later, and was ready to start traveling.

Four white horses are pulling a white carriage towards here. Asa recognized that it was Bishop Ronis's carriage. But I don't know what to do here so early in the morning.

"Your Excellency, Bishop Ronis, please." The priest driving the car said respectfully to Asa.