The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 28: The task of a madman (part 2)

The car ran smoothly on a well-paved asphalt road. For a while, no one spoke in the car.

Gu Tie looked at the birch trees outside the window for a while, feeling bored, and knocked on the vibrating microphone on his throat: "Mother, can you receive it? Over."

"Sorry, yes." Barr replied.

"Do you really think the idea of ​​robbing Chernobyl is a bit crazy?"

"It is not us who is crazy, it is gtc, the dramatic transformation from a scientific institution to a dictator."

"In theory, gtc is still a scientific institution."

"Yes, scientific institutions with intelligence organizations, armed forces, and assassins. In many countries, gtc is equivalent to a second government."

"You leave the son of the consortium and don't do it, to engage in this kind of anti-social and anti-human stuff, is it a pleasure to be rebellious, isn't it?"

"To make it clear, I admit that the anti-humanity is not'Shiva', but gtc. The members of'Shiva' come from all over the world, have different cultural backgrounds, religious beliefs, and life philosophies, but have the same goals. , Is to fight for the future of mankind."

"...It's really boring to talk to you. Shanggang is online." Gu Tie ended the call with a headache.

There is more than an hour's drive away from the destination, and with nothing to do, Gu Tie landed in the "world".

After the dizziness, Jonah opened his eyes. No one noticed the quiet change of his personality. Several partners sat in the room around the brazier, talking about the past.

"What time is it?" Gu Tie asked.

"Five hours after sunset. You just came back from duty." Elliott replied.

"Where is Uncle Toba?" Gu Tie looked around and asked.

"What kind of memory, I went out shopping for food." Sibi gave him a blank look.

"Where are you talking?" Gu Tie asked casually, too lazy to read the memories of the astrologer apprentice.

"Toba's story." Long Ji put her arms around her knees and slanted her pretty face.

"Oh okay, go on." Gu Tie spread his hand.

Yekong looked at the night outside the window with a confused expression.

Sibi's sparkling eyes stared at the bright and dark flames, and said in a dream: "Then I will continue.

That year, my uncle was twelve years old. He was the only son of Old Bama, a mushroom farm farmer under the jurisdiction of Earl Van Exeter, a hereditary aristocrat in the East County of the Kingdom of Bazelard. He followed his father to grow mushrooms on the farm. More than one hundred farmer-handling families in the farm rely on growing mushrooms for their livelihoods.

Earl Van Exeter was a kind noble master who treated the farmhand very kindly. The days on the farm were calm and serene. The twelve-year-old uncle was taller than his father. He was the strongest young man on the farm. Although his speech was clumsy, but The brain is not stupid, he is an honest and hardworking child.

The old man often said that if your mother is still there, you will wake up naturally every morning with a smile. Who in the village doesn't want his daughter to marry? The presents secretly placed in front of the house in the middle of the night piled up above the threshold.

Of course, when the uncle was twelve years old, he didn’t know about men and women. In addition to growing mushrooms in the greenhouse, he only knew that he kept moving the boulders in front of the house to exercise his strength. One night, a bold girl in the village Secretly appeared in front of the uncle's house, and handed the bewildered uncle a piece of fragrant apple pie wrapped in a plaid handkerchief.

Later, the villagers learned of their little story, and the two fathers laughed and invited the whole village to drink in the tavern, and agreed to hold a grand wedding in the year when boys and girls of the same age were sixteen.

Three years later, when the uncle was fifteen years old, he beat his tall and strong father in the wrestling for the first time. Bama sat panting in the dirt and laughed: You are an excellent adult! You are stronger than all the mushroom smiths I have ever seen, and even stronger than the Viscount Lord's rebel knight. Come on, what reward do you want? ——Okay, father, I want to know, where is my mother?

Old Palma was silent.

At the East County Mushroom Farm, this is a problem that every father cannot avoid. When it is determined that the child has grown up to accept the facts, the father is obliged to tell them the truth.

Old Palma thought for a while and told the uncle as tactfully as possible: The significance of the existence of mushroom farms in the world is not only to provide delicious and delicious mushrooms to the noble lords of Bazelal, but to have a sacred heritage that has been passed down for centuries. mission.

One hundred years ago, the master bishop of the Anglican Church of the Kingdom of Bazelar, the Lord Blessed the Lord, received a parable from the Lord God Sheila when he celebrated Mass. The jealous demon Avakai from **** was spreading a vicious curse, the royal family of Bazelar Sa All female members of the Thran family became victims of the curse.

Shortly thereafter, the female relatives of the royal family contracted strange diseases, and the curse made them swollen, obese, ugly, weak, and gradually died.

The king asked for help from the bishop. After contacting the Anglican Holy See, the bishop decided to initiate an exorcism ritual to expel the demon with sacred power, but the curse was too strong to be destroyed and could only be transferred to another woman , With the death of this woman, annihilated in the world.

The king selected a thousand female slaves to participate in the exorcism ceremony, but only two succeeded. These two women quickly swelled and died, in exchange for the lives of the queen and the princess.

The coroner found the same thing on the corpses: They were born with the crescent-shaped stigmata of the main **** Sheila somewhere in their bodies. The two women come from the same family and are the offspring of intermarried cousins ​​in the family.

The master bishop told the king that this is the precious lineage blessed by the lord **** Sheila. In exchange for the continuation of the Sutherland family, the reproduction of this family must be protected.

The king immediately ordered the immediate relatives of the two female slaves to be granted permanent freedom, to remove the hundred and twenty people from their slave status, to open a farm in East County, to exempt taxes, and to place soldiers for protection-in exchange for freedom, the king It is ordered that her descendants shall never leave the mushroom farm. Every adult woman who has given birth to a child has the obligation to dedicate her life to the royal family unconditionally.

One hundred years are fleeting, and the mushroom farm is in harmony and tranquility under the protection of the hereditary aristocrat Van Exeter. Whenever a new female member of the Sutherland royal family is born, a peasant woman is selected by lottery, responds to the call, and quietly bids farewell to her husband And the child, sitting in the royal carriage, and never looking back into the royal city.

Ten years ago, the king’s youngest daughter, Princess Abidel, fell to the ground. Unfortunately, Bama’s wife drew a black lottery symbolizing goodbye, and kissed her husband and baby son with tears, sitting in a luxurious royal carriage. Leaving the mushroom farm, never came back.

After hearing this story, the uncle felt sad and apprehensive. His memory of his mother had long been blurred, and the fifteen-year-old man's heart began to worry about his fiancée's future.

Time passed day by day. After their 16th birthday, they held a lively wedding. The whole village gave them their most sincere blessings in front of the statue of Lord Sheila. Two years later, they gave birth to a cute little boy, but less than three months later, the little boy unfortunately died of lung disease. The two were extremely sad, and agreed to raise another child in a year.

But misfortune came again. Princess Abidel, who was far away in the royal city, had already married a prince and gave birth to the next generation of the royal family, a beautiful girl. The ancient treaty showed squalid teeth, an ordinary winter day. , Thirty-three women from Mushroom Farm gathered in front of the statue of Sheila to draw lots. The uncle's wife stretched out trembling palms, it was a black sign.

This is a sleepless night.

In the early morning of the next day, the royal carriage drove into the mushroom manor, accompanied by the earl's rebel knight, and stopped in the middle of the town. The wife shed tears and kissed the uncle goodbye, lifted the skirt and walked into the carriage. The uncle stood motionless and said nothing.

Finally, he went crazy.

He lifted a pitchfork, smashed through the heavy wooden door of the mushroom farm amidst the exclamation of the people in the town, knocked down 15 soldiers guarding the village, and strode along the post road in the direction where his wife was leaving.

Earl Van Exeter led twenty retinue knights, one hundred and sixty infantrymen, and one hundred archers to catch up. The good-tempered Earl tried to dissuade him, and the uncle brandished his pitchfork with red eyes, saying that the Earl I didn’t want this. , But I have to do this, please stay away and don't be injured by me.

He knocked down twenty knights, and the pitchfork was bent into a bow; he rushed away one hundred and sixty infantry with his bare hands, his fists were soaked with blood; when a hundred archers flee in fear, he His back is full of arrows, and he walks hard. The Lord sighed from a distance and turned his horse's head.

The king city is in the west of the farm, and the uncle walked slowly westward with a pitchfork, stepping on **** footprints one after another, until a horse with four hooves flew up and chased up, and the people on the horse yelled: still not stopping ! The uncle looked back and found that it was his father, Bama, who had arrived.

The old Bama’s eyes were cracked. He immediately unfolded a sheepskin scroll and said loudly: According to the one-hundred-year contract, if one person leaves without permission, all farmers in the mushroom farm will immediately lose their freedom, deprive them of farmer status, and become slaves. Ding worked hard, and the daughter was raised in captivity and would never leave her nationality. ——Earl Van Exeter.

After reading, the old Bama threw the sheepskin roll and rolled down his horse and knelt down in front of the uncle, crying and saying son, son, I know I can’t stop you, but you think about the 100 families in the village, OK? ? Would you think about the mushrooms in the greenhouse? Would you think about it for the tavern, for the church, for the house we’ve worked so hard to build?

The uncle stopped, thought for a while, walked two steps west, thought about it again, at a loss, with a creak, the pitchfork bent into a bow was broken, and the uncle collapsed on the road.

The old Bama ran to hug his son and said: Good boy, let’s go back and keep going east. Lord Earl guarantees the hereditary title. As long as we go east from here and don’t look back, we will pardon the mushroom farm. The sins of everyone else.

The uncle said unconsciously: Can't go home anymore?

Old Palma said in tears: I won't answer it.

The old Bama helped the uncle on his horse and led the horse to the east along the post road. When passing by the mushroom farm, the uncle was in a deep sleep, and the old Bama hardened his heart and did not look back.

The father and son walked from dawn to dark, and from dark to dawn. The good-hearted Lord Earl prepared bread, water and twenty silver coins in the horse's rucksack, enough for them to walk for a long time.

On the third day, the uncle woke up, his strong body gradually healed, squeezing the arrow out of the muscles, and the broken bones continued by themselves. He didn't say anything, jumped off the horse to change his father's ride, and led the horse to continue east in silence. Forward.

On the tenth day, they climbed over the hills, walked out of the border of Bazelal, and proceeded along the narrow post road.

On the twenty-sixth day, after crossing the border of the last little duchy, the mountains gradually became flat, and there was an endless open plain in front of us. From here to the east, there would be no country, and the other side of the empty plain was the world’s center wave. From here, the footprints of human civilization disappeared, replaced by more and more beasts and monsters.

Half of the winter, the weather is getting colder. On the twenty-eighth day, it started to snow. The snow didn't stop until the end of Bama's life.

The old Bama caught the cold and coughed constantly on the back of his horse. Before leaving the country, all the silver coins of the father and son were exchanged for dry food. There was no medicine. The old Bama refused to turn around and needed help. , Peeling animal skins to keep his father warm.

The uncle is a natural warrior and a natural hunter. While walking on the vast snow-covered plains, he slowly learned to master a strong body beyond ordinary people's imagination, and his fighting skills quickly matured. Beasts and monsters keep appearing, and battles to protect his father have turned the uncle from an eighteen-year-old young farmer into a ruthless killer who is indifferent to blood plasma. With the appearance of powerful monsters one by one, he learned to hide his whereabouts, detour, ambush, burn all the energy of life, and guard his daddy, who was declining day by day, and kept heading east.

On this day, the wind and snow were blowing, and everything five yards away became blurred. The uncle carried his dying father on his back, and marched **** the deep snow. Suddenly he staggered, and the snow was no longer a plain. Hard ground, but irregular stones, the uncle stopped in amazement, the old Bama woke up leisurely, slowly raised his hand to brush away the accumulated snow on his eyebrows, and said vaguely: Son, we are here .

Where is it? The uncle turned around and asked.

Old Palma tremblingly stretched his fingers forward. arrive. He repeated it.

The uncle shook his head, covered the fur on his father's back, and stepped forward. The snow gradually thinned, and he could feel the creaking of the gravel under his leather boots.

In the flying snow, the field of vision is no longer pale. A dark blue emerges from the skyline, expanding rapidly like blue ink smudged on papyrus, when the leather boots slam through the thin ice layer. When he fell into the water, the uncle stared dumbfounded at the dark blue that covered the sky completely, only to realize that he had come to the beach.

Behind you is the endless snow field, and in front is the legendary "God Blessed Sea", the sacred ocean that keeps all life away, the only way to the center of the world, the huge waves roaring in the snow and the ice floes fiercely It slapped the coastline, splashing cold water droplets that eroded bones.

"Ahem...the snow will reduce the number of monsters, otherwise we may not come here." Old Bama coughed and said, "Now, let me down."

The uncle carefully said that the old Bama was placed on the ground, and his father's weight was so light that he surprised him, as if he didn't have any weight. Is this still the father in memory who is always strong and loves to drink and fight?

Now, kneel down. The old Bama managed to stand up straight, letting the wind and snow beat her pale cheeks.

The uncle bent down his heavy shoulders and knelt on one knee, looking at his father's feet.

Old Palma stretched out his hand and stroked his uncle's icy hair. Don't blame me, my child, the old Bama whispered.

He straightened his waist abruptly, his eyes radiating light: Now, as the second heir to the seventh generation of the family, I announce that you, Toba, the eighth generation eldest son of Mushroom Farm, violated the 100-year contract. After being expelled from the family forever, from then on, for any of your sins, the family will not bear its sins, any glory, the family will not be due to its glory, the Lord God Sheila will abandon your blessings and deprive you of your surname forever, now, stretch out your right hand .

The uncle couldn't help but stretched out his right hand that was stiff due to the shock, the old Bama rolled up his animal skin sleeves, and found the crescent-shaped stigmata of the Lord God Sheila on the uncle's arm, the only symbol of the mushroom farm resident and the mysterious family —— Erupting a power that is not commensurate with the person whose fire of life is about to extinguish, cut through the tough skin of the uncle with his nails, and cut two "x"-shaped wounds on the stigmata. The blood spurted with vitality and quickly froze in the wind and snow. Seeing the uncle's bewildered expression, the old Bama twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled: From now on, you are no longer bound by the one-hundred-year contract, and you can turn around and go west. , And I, dying where I can no longer go east, should be forgiven by Lord Earl.

Father... Uncle knelt in the snow and howled.

I'm no longer your father, don't forget, you will never have a surname. I hope you find your last name soon. The old Bama nodded comfortedly to his sturdy and tall son, coughed twice, sat down, and waved his hand: Leave me alone, let me lie down.

The uncle knelt and crawled over to support his father's body. Before Bama's body touched the snow, the fire of life was quietly extinguished. The sound of the blessed sea is thunderous. The uncle knelt there for a whole day and night before setting off to the west. "

Sibi spoke with great eloquence, tears hung in the corners of his eyes, and the brazier crackled as if he had experienced it personally. People's faces brightened and darkened, and no one spoke.

Suddenly the door of the stone house opened, and a huge figure squeezed in with the cold outside, muttering, "I'm back, today's dinner is rich, Mr. Bamu's fresh ground dragon meat just arrived, I There is salt and pepper here. I will roast them for you in a while. If I don’t eat my bragging, the roasted meat can swallow all of your tongues....Why do you all look bad? My astrologer, I can. I didn't say you, your complexion is as good as usual." Toba, a farmer from Bazellar and the head of the room, bent over and stood in the house with food, looking left and right, confused.

"Uh...it's nothing. We just discussed the ultimate problem of the universe and life. Their philosophical literacy is not enough, so the brain crashes. Toba, what is your original surname?" Gu Tie said nonsense. Suddenly I felt that the story just now lacked an important clue, so I asked.

"I forgot that last name long ago. Hehe." Toba replied honestly.

Gu Tie looked at Sibi, who wiped the corner of his eyes, and at Toba, who was rubbing his hands around his waist, and felt that the two images in and out of the story did not overlap.