Silent Crown Chapter 824: Sorry

In the evening, the carriage stopped outside the village.

The old man walked down from the carriage, holding a walking stick, stepping on the mud in the village with long leather boots, stepping on the feces of chickens and ducks, and walked into the village.

In front of the door, a few children playing in the mud saw him, and they hid away with some fear.

The old man is wearing a thick coat, a top hat on his head, and his walking stick and leather boots are also valuable.

If it gets dirty, they can't afford it.

"Go home, it's time to eat."

On the bench in front of the door, the young man who was playing with the children smiled and gave them a few wooden toys that had just been made, coaxing the children to leave.

He doesn't look like a farmer in this village. In fact, even among the nobles, few people are as handsome as him.

I also have a good temper. I am also a doctor and can treat high fever with some herbs.

It's only been half a month since I came here, everyone likes him.

The only pity is that I was blind.

Many girls in the village looked at him secretly, and then secretly argued in private about how good his eyes would look like.

"Long time no see, Mr. Constantine."

He looked up, looked at the old man, and smiled. It's a pity that with a blindfold that doesn't look good, the smile becomes a pity.

"Well, Charles, long time no see."

Gaius, holding a cane, walked slowly to his side, then sat on the mud-stained stool, as if tired, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"I'll see you."

"I have recovered."

Charle smiled, wiped his hand with the apron on his pants, "I'll find you something to drink."

"No, I just come to sit down."

Gaius said: "Wait a minute and leave."

In order to avoid causing riots like before, Shire spends these days secretly recuperating and resting in a small village near the capital.

Except for a limited number of guards and secret protectors, no one knew that this gentle and handsome young man was the son of God.

Many people use some wheat in exchange for him to help their homes, and Charles is not tired of it.

It’s been a long time since Charles didn’t think he was born. He still said: "It’s a good place, Mr. Constantine, you should come to live if you have time.

The chicken I raised is about to be released. It was only a little bit when I first came. I put it in the house at night, and whispered..."

Gaius nodded, "I'll come again when they come out. Do you want me to bring a chef?"

"It's better to bring one. I don't cook very well, it's all because of others." Shire smiled awkwardly.

"It's good to see you live well and get better as soon as possible. Without you, I can't do a lot of things." Gaius held his hat and cane in his arms, raised his head and rubbed his hair, and the mottled hair became It's a bit messy.

It's hard to hide tiredness.

"I'm so jealous of you, Charles."

He sighed softly, "In the past, many things were nothing to me. After I met you, I realized that I was old, not the age of unlimited energy."

"Occasionally give yourself a vacation, sir." Charles smiled, "In the summer, you can still fish in the river here. I can accompany you."

He searched for a long time and found only a bag of dried fish at home to entertain people.

It feels embarrassing.

Gaius took the dried fish and looked at it again and again, barely pushed it into his mouth and chewed twice, unable to bite, and swallowed it all round.

Then choked.

"I'll get water..."

It wasn't until five minutes later that Gaius eased his breath and smiled bitterly.

"It's too salty."

"Someone gave me a bit too much salt."

Charle explained awkwardly.

Actually, the person who sent him was kind. Nowadays, the salt is very expensive, and the dried fish is not worth a few dollars.

Unfortunately, I didn't expect to choke people.

After hearing this, Gaius was a little relieved: "I have made new friends, Charles, everyone will like you as I said before."

"Hmm." Charles nodded without speaking.

"What's the matter?" Gaius asked.

Charle was silent for a while and whispered: "Mr. Hoffman, the one who sent me the dried fish, died a few days ago..."

Gaius nodded and said nothing.

"He sold the field and went to work in a workshop in the city. Before leaving, he gave me the fish at home. But within two days, he was sent back and one was broken by a machine in the workshop. Hand, infected, and no medicine can be bought here. I can’t help him reduce his fever. He died."

Charle said here, and laughed bitterly: "It would be fine if it was before, I used to have the strength to save him."

"Charles, it's not your fault."

"I know, I'm just sad."

Charles looked at the cocoons and scars on his fingers: "Many people in the village are like Hoffman, and there are many children. The kid just now is his youngest son. He will also go there in two days. Working in the city, he signed a three-year contract.

Obviously, you can't make much money in the workshop. You can only earn so little by doing hard work and working like a slave for half a year. But you will starve to death if you don't work.

Obviously there is a bumper harvest in the field, but if the food is not cheap, it will not be sold at all. If you want to buy it, it is too expensive, or even impossible to buy... Mr. Constantine, why on earth? "

Gaius did not speak.

Charles did not wait to answer.

"Didn't we have won, sir." He asked, "The war is gone. Many people are working hard to live, but it is still difficult to survive. The holy city is overthrown, but there are many unpleasant things. Still continuing.

People who can't survive still can't survive. "

Charle asked him, "They have sacrificed so much for this world, why do they have to sacrifice again?"

Gaius did not answer.

Just looking at the distance, staring at the cooking smoke in the village not far away, watching the sunset slowly fall.

"Many things, Shire, it’s hard for me to clarify. I know some things are bad, but for the future, we have to do this...sacrifice one generation and use the blood of one generation to replace the prosperity of the subsequent generations. "

He said, "Charles, this is a necessary pain."

"But it didn't need to be like this. If people can't survive now, what's the point of EMI's prosperity?"

Charle shook his head, blank and angry, unable to accept such an answer: "Mr. Constantine, you told me before that you want to create a new world where many homeless people have a place to stay. It will make many people live happily.

Didn’t we have succeeded? We obviously have done it...but why is it still so cruel? "

Gaius finally turned around.

His expression is calm.

With a trace of aging, there is more, the determination and pity that Shire is familiar with.

"Charle, do you remember what I told you when I was in the Holy City?" He said, "The pain will always pass, and all the pain will pass.

This world is not perfect, Shire, there are always regrets, this is beyond the reach of manpower. "

He finally said something cruel:

"Sorry, I can't do anything about this."

Suddenly, Charles was in a daze.

It's like experiencing a long period of asceticism, but it is difficult to reach the point of the road, unable to contain the fatigue and sadness in my heart, and...unwilling.

"It shouldn’t be like this, Mr. Constantine, it shouldn’t be like this."

He lifted his remaining eyes vigorously and stared at Gaius. In his one eye there seemed to be the same glow, like a flame: "What I want is not such a world!"

Gaius was stunned.

"If there is nothing you can do, let me do it, sir, I can!"

He moved forward excitedly, standing in front of Gaius: "I still have an eye, I still have so much blood, I can give you a miracle, sir, no matter how much you want!

Gaius did not speak.

Just looking at him.

For a long time, for a long time, until Charles's expression of excitement was unsustainable, he lowered his head feebly and sat back in his chair.

The setting sun has set, and the quiet twilight has arrived, and the cry of wild beasts can be heard in the distant mountains.

"It's too late, Charles, rest, I should go too."

Gaius stood on his cane, got up from the stool, and finally put his hat on, and said goodbye to him: "I'm sorry, I didn't care about your condition, and I said something inappropriate."

"Hmm."

Charle grinned reluctantly, got up to see him off, but did not expect that the old man stepped forward and hugged him.

Obviously, he must be on crutches when he is old enough to walk, but the hug makes Shire feel suffocated.

It's like saying goodbye to my son.

So hard.

"Uh, sir..."

Charles froze, feeling at a loss.

"I'm sorry, Charles." Gaius' voice was hoarse: "I'm sorry."

Charle doesn’t know where to put his hands, and feels embarrassed: "No, it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s just a fight...it’s already late for you, sir, go back and rest quickly, maybe in the middle of the night. Meeting again."

He slapped Gaius' back: "Well, when I recover from the injury, I will go back and help you. Then you won't be so tired."

"Well, goodbye."

Gaius took a step back, giving Shire a final look.

Turned around and left.

"Goodbye."

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After Gaius returned to the carriage, the carriage drove silently into the darkness.

On the carriage, the man waiting in silence handed over a folder.

He looks a little older.

Stubborn and old.

It's not like a secretary, nor does it seem to be able to do this swift job, and even has nothing to do with the so-called political wisdom.

It's just sluggish ~IndoMTL.com~ something that fell on the car. "The man said, "The medical report, I think it should be yours." "

Gaius took the folder, shook it, and grinned reluctantly:

"Have you seen it?"

"Nothing."

The old man shook his head.

Gaius stroked the cover of the folder, and for a long time, threw it into the empty space next to it.

Long silence.

"There is a tumor in my body, right here." He raised his finger and pointed to his right brain: "It grows with nerves."

He said, "It started six years ago. I always thought it could be controlled. I thought I could hold it for a while, even if it was a while."

Still silent.

The old man seemed to be stunned. He didn't respond, and he didn't say anything to comfort him.

"I have no time, Abel."

Gaius lowered his head tiredly and closed his eyes: "I'm going to die."

In the darkness, in the long silence.

Someone choked softly.

"Abel, please... kill him."

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The carriage stopped on the snow in front of the palace.

Gaius pushed the car door, but he didn't stand firmly, and he staggered. The guard wanted to help him, but he waved his hand and pushed him violently.

White snow fell on his shoulders.

He stooped down and propped his knees, as if exhausted.

Can't support the final weight.

"Sorry."

He wrapped his coat tightly, but still cold, and said to himself: "I'm sorry, Charles, I'm sorry..."

In this way, desperately, disappeared into the darkness.

Beyond the high wall, Paganini stood silently in the shadows.

Snow fell on his face, covering those dark eyes.

He turned and left.

Quietly.