Silent Crown Chapter 170: Nowhere to go

In that person's mouth, the vengeful evil spirit and the professor fought to death for the legendary blood key, and the more they fought, the more courageous they were. Baidu search Geili Literature Net [//No pop-ups for novel updates, please search]

In order to deal with the vengeful spirit, the professor invited the flesh butcher, but even the flesh butcher was defeated by the vengeful spirit.

In the end, the previous generation of heroes and professors made a difference and died in the hands of the vengeful spirit.

After the Holmes guy killed the professor, he sacrificed the professor's body to the evil god, turning the entire lunatic asylum into a ghost.

In the end, even the Knights of the Round Table were alarmed. ‘Lancelot’ and ‘Galahad’, two knights of the round table joined forces to besiege Holmes.

Holmes fought back in the Jedi and brazenly played ancient music from the East, like a terrifying movement called "Xuanyuan Po Tianqu", to completely destroy Avalon.

Thanks to God Bless Angelu, the royal musician activated the Avalon Great Enchantment, summoned the pure white moon, and completely purified him! "

"Hey, I was right there to see clearly!"

The man exaggeratedly said: "When the vengeful spirit sees something wrong, he summons the power of the evil **** to break, and then escapes!"

Everyone suddenly roared and laughed. Some people revealed that this guy was hiding in the dog hole at the time, and he was so scared that he was almost peeing his pants. Where else would you dare to see the vengeful spirit.

In the midst of laughter, no one noticed that the door was opened.

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Outside the door, someone pushed in.

The sunlight outside the window illuminates his gray hair and the steel prosthesis.

He walked through the hall quietly and reached the corner, showing an apologetic look to his long-awaited friend.

"Sorry, I'm late."

He sighed: "It's been a long time since I went to the street, some don't recognize the way..."

"It doesn't matter. I just arrived."

Across from him, the stout man said.

This burly man seems to be full of muscles all over his body, and even his face is naturally arrogant and fierce. It's scary to approach.

The people around are sitting far away subconsciously, and dare not even speak loudly. For fear of angering this nasty-looking guy and beating him violently.

Seeing Abraham coming, the giant man quickly pinched off the cigarette, got up suddenly, raised his arm to salute.

Having raised his arms halfway, he reacted, put it down again awkwardly, and sat back again.

A sound of relief came from all around. Everyone couldn't help but squeeze a cold sweat for the old man sitting across from him.

"That guy is going to hit someone, right?"

"The law and order here are so good, isn't it?" The person next to him whispered: "I look like a gang leader, here to collect loan sharks. Look at him to scare the man opposite."

"No, I think he looks respectful, you see, he smiled."

"Of course I have to laugh when I receive the money! I guess the old man probably went bankrupt to make up the money, or he would be beaten to death by that guy on the spot."

"Yes, I heard..."

"..."

As if hearing the whispers around him, the burly man's expression became gloomy, and he clenched his fist that was a circle larger than a beer glass. The knuckles rattled, and the shocked group of onlookers quickly withdrew their gazes.

Those voices were cut off by the noise barrier under Abraham's cloth, and became fuzzy and distant.

It became silent again in the corner.

"Long time no see. Seton."

He showed a worried look: "I haven't contacted me for a long time, what happened?"

Seton shook his head quickly.

He sits upright, with his chest up and his head up, looking like a kid listening to class. Hearing about the Abraham culture, he took out a book from his pocket and returned it with both hands:

"Sir, I have finished reading this book. I will return it to you."

In his hands, is a thin booklet-"Angel's Fairy Tales".

It can be seen that people who read it regret it. Even the curling edge of the footer has been carefully pressed, and it is as good as ever.

"Seton, have you finally learned spelling? This is a good thing."

Abraham was happy. "I will bring you another book later. Don't worry. It won't be too complicated. I helped you find some books suitable for beginners. You will love it."

"Sir, I...I don't want to read it anymore."

"Why?"

Abraham was taken aback, a little at a loss: "These are all good stories, you see, there are many stories that are very interesting."

"What's the use of reading this kind of deception? Sir."

Seton dodges his sight and mumbled: "Don't force a guy who only kills to read and do this kind of thing."

Abraham stared at him blankly. After a long time, he seemed to understand something, and became a little depressed: "Okay, I get it.

You don’t have to force it if you can’t do this. "

He put away the book, looked up, and saw Seton's sad expression.

"Old Joe died a few days ago."

He said, "I went to his funeral."

Abraham's expression dimmed, and he nodded slightly: "...It is a good thing to be relieved for so many years."

"He was laughed at until he died. Those people didn't believe what he said, and he was treated as a liar who only dreamed until he died."

Seton lowered his head, "Sir, these years... these years, everyone has had a hard time."

"Everyone has worked so hard." Abraham's eyes were dim: "Compared with being alive, many things are actually not that difficult."

"Aren't you too? Sir."

Seton looked at him with a hoarse voice: "We live in the cages set up for us in this country every day. We delimit the scope and we are not allowed to take a step.

Every breath of air must be checked, and every word spit out must be determined to be harmless. Even if you go out to buy a razor, you must apply for and register in advance.

What is this? A bunch of prisoners who have not been taken into custody? "

"Seton..."

"I know, I shouldn't think like this, I know!"

Seton interrupted him: "At least everyone is still alive, at least we don't have to go to the battlefield anymore, and we don't have to go back to the dark world... But this kind of life is just alive, right?

Being insulted. Look down, like a wild dog kept in a cage and watched by others? ! Why on earth is this happening?

That guy Gaius has rebelled, and it hurts all of us! "

"Seton. Enough."

Abraham raised his voice.

"Now, sir, don't you understand?"

Seton yelled angrily: "That shameless old **** insulted our loyalty and faith. He is the culprit who made the glory dust and the dragoons torn apart!

Do you still believe that he can save us? He did not show up when we were homeless like wild dogs, and he did not come back when we were imprisoned and executed one by one. It has been more than ten years, do we still believe in that traitor..."

Boom!

The table was overturned, and a rough steel palm clamped Seton's neck, lifted him from the chair, and slammed him against the wall. The rusty dust was shaken off.

Dust fell from the ceiling, into that angry pupil.

"Seton."

Abraham's voice paused, "I said, it's enough."

No one thought that the old man would be so terrible after being provoked. Seton was like a child in front of him. He didn't even have room to react, so he rolled to the ground, coughing violently. Almost out of breath.

But he still got up stubbornly, his eyes sad.

"Sir. Are you really willing?"

He asked hoarsely, "We have sacrificed so much for this country, how much we have given. But we have been treated like this, we...

——We are all heroes! "

Abraham was stunned.

For a long time, he sat back in his chair dejectedly.

"That's all from the past, Seton."

He whispered softly, as if telling himself: "It's all over."

"As long as we are alive, we will not pass."

Seton stretched out his hand and pressed his shoulder, looking forward to his eyes: "Sir, the Dragoon is not dead.

This cage can't hold us, we can kill it. Take back what we lost. It doesn't matter if there is no place in Anglu, even if you go to the dark world to be a mercenary! As long as you have a word. Sir!

As long as you have a word..."

But Abraham didn't respond to him, just raised his hand. Take off the palm of the shoulder and let Seton sit down again.

He waved his hand to the trembling waiter, and he cleaned up the mess, the table was raised again, and the tea cup was replaced with a new one. Everything looks the same.

"Seton, we were originally soldiers, killing machines that obeyed orders. We have been learning about the cruel things in this world since we were born. They taught us how to use daggers, spears, and poison, and **** or kill. Monsters, but no one has ever taught us how to live like normal people."

He sighed hesitantly: "To be honest, even now, I will be confused about this world.

I often don’t understand popular jokes, and I don’t understand things like atmosphere. If others are more euphemistic, I will find it complicated and difficult to understand.

Sometimes sitting at the banquet, I feel like I don’t belong here. When I fall asleep, I wake up, I feel that a beast will come in outside the door, and I will be afraid without a weapon.

Many times, I think about going back to the battlefield, where is my place. But then I realized: Even if I go back, it doesn't make much sense.

Aren't we all there for the first half of our lives?

We didn't die there, and we didn't live anywhere... In the dark world, there is nothing but darkness.

So, sorry, Seton, I want to stay here. "

He said softly, "There is still something I must do here.

Seton was stunned.

He saw the sharp things in Abraham's eyes disappear.

The dim light fell on his face, illuminating his wrinkles.

He changed back to the old man who was only loyal, plain, dull, slow, harmless, as ordinary as the fallen leaves that can be seen everywhere on the roadside.

When I speak, I will babble, slowly and softly: "You know, Seton, I have a kid who likes to make trouble.

When he was young, he often had nightmares. When he woke up from the dream, he would cry quietly. He would be afraid if I wasn't by his side. I raised him, and now he still likes to cause trouble, and he is often beaten.

Now, I have a very smart student. He has white hair and has his own plans for the future. Very persistent and brave. He also likes to cause trouble.

I have another student, a little girl who likes to skip class to play. She is innocent and carefree. She will definitely be a beauty when she grows up. But she also gets into trouble often.

To tell the truth, they are very uncomfortable children, and they often make me helpless, but when they call me a teacher, I feel very happy. "

He raised his eyes and looked at Seton, and asked softly: "If I leave, what should they do? No one will take care of them..."

"But..."

Seton looked at him blankly, speaking incoherently: "But..."

Abraham shook his head and stopped talking.

So there was a long silence.

Until the street outside the door, the alarm clock sounded far away, echoing in the city. I don't know when, the sun has passed through the sky and set to the end of the sea.

The setting sun goes down.

-

"I haven't seen each other for a long time, and it was so unpleasant as soon as I met. I think I really can't speak."

Abraham said, "Sorry, I should go now. It's time for class."

When it comes to class, he can't help but laugh softly, his smile is full of fulfilling happiness, as if he has finally found his home.

Seeing that smile, Seton was silent, and there was nothing to say.

Abraham got up, looked at Seton one last time, and turned to leave. But for some reason, after taking two steps, it stopped.

"Seton, look forward to being a man, don't stay in the past anymore."

He said goodbye softly, but didn't dare to turn his head: "'Dragans'... are already eliminated by the times."

The door is closed~IndoMTL.com~ There is silence.

Seton stared blankly in the direction he was leaving, at the closed door, as if waiting for him to return. But after a long time, the figure never turned around.

It's like disappearing forever.

For a long time, after a long time, he finally understood something, lowered his head feebly, and his shoulders trembled.

In the cafe, everyone turned their heads in astonishment and saw the lonely figure in the corner—that burly monster-like man, actually crying?

Weeping like a child.

Monsters can cry too.

When it finds that it has nowhere to go. (To be continued) WWW.GEILIWX.COM Happy reading every day