Black Ze Palace has long since lost its strict defense. On the wall beside the entrance, there is a notice to recruit new students this year, and the steps and places to go through various admission procedures. There is also a red suggestion box nailed to the side.
Young and prosperous college students came in and out of the school, talking, laughing, and fighting in twos and threes.
Directly above the palace gate, there is a huge semi-circular arc board with the words 'Kurosawa University' clearly engraved on it.
Garen was dressed in black clothes that he had brought in, neat and clean, and he had a luxurious and self-possessed demeanor. He was regarded by the guard as a school student, and he just glanced up before continuing to read his novel.
Walking into the palace gate, there is a glass cabinet on the wall on the left side of the palace, and the school's who's who is posted inside.
Among them, his portrait ranks first.
'Garon Terry Jones: The first principal of the Blackpool Palace is also the owner of the palace.
The solar calendar is 3550-3592.
Founder of the Great Black Water True Kung Fu Mi Wu, one of the first members of the House of Representatives in Kuwaitan, the commander-in-chief of the country's honorary military department, and the winner of the first Best Contribution Award in Kuwaitan. The only recipient of the World War and Peace Medal in 3598. Ranked thirteenth in the world's historical celebrities. '
Looking at the portrait of himself by the light of the street lamp, Garen couldn't help but feel a sense of irony. Standing in front of me alive, I watched the various achievements and biographies written by others for myself. Even the specific time of death has been fixed.
The young man in the portrait is handsome and majestic, with the aura of a lion and giant eagle in his eyes, blond hair shawl, eyes like knives, giving people an absolute heroic posture. Presumably this is the artist's impression of himself.
Garen guessed.
Skimming the column of oneself, below is the second row of historical celebrities.
Magic Phoenix Terry Jones became a traveler and traveled around the world. She finally encountered a storm in the West Pole Sea on the left side of the East and West states, capsized and disappeared. At that time, the power of the totem had disappeared for more than ten years. Later generations found the bodies of her and her companions, and buried them on an unnamed island in the West Pole Sea. This island was also named Magic Phoenix Island after her.
"I didn't expect her to take my surname." Gallon didn't know what was wrong with him, so he still had the mood to smile.
Continue to look down.
Ephesis and Kongqin went to Xizhou for exchanges, and the two had a full house of children and grandchildren, as if they had become the top family of the entire Kuwaitan. Tied with the Terry Jones home. The two have been found to be ill in recent years. In order to overcome the disease, Ephesus researched and studied on his own, and became a world-renowned medical expert, specializing in lymph node tumors.
This trip to Xizhou is to do relevant medical academic reports.
There was also Master Kelin'an back then, and the three disciples of the master that he had kissed, all left a heavy mark in the history of the school.
Garen glanced all the way down, and his heart felt empty unconsciously.
After passing the list of celebrities, he slowly walked forward in the school. The former palace has become various teaching buildings and laboratory buildings. From time to time, some foreign exchange students with different skin colors can be seen in the school. It is very difficult to chat with local students in awkward Kuwaitan.
Walking around the school, Garen did not encounter any old friends by accident. He didn't know any of them or any of their faces.
Walking in the once-familiar Kurosawa Palace, it was like entering someone else's house.
He also found the Kurosawa heavy guards transformed by the green vine ball, but these heavy guards are no longer as strong as before, but they are much stronger than ordinary people in terms of physique and breath, but they have no longer the level of the original extraordinary power.
Obviously, the transformation of the green vine ball was also affected by the disappearance of the power of the totem, and it became completely ordinary.
Half of the main palace where he himself used to live has been blocked off as a historical site, and the other half has become a place for students to date and have sex because of the dim light.
After Garen bumped into several young couples one after another, he no longer wanted to visit the former residence.
The entire capital, if he wanted, would still be under his control in a very short time, but what's the point
When Garen walked out of the academy, he looked back at the words above the palace gate, feeling extremely complicated.
It was an accident that he came to this world.
In the capital, or perhaps in the entire capital, the only person he feels guilty about is his cousin Hathaway, who has waited hard for more than fifty years, but the end result is that neither of them knows how to face the difference in image Huge counterpart.
Maybe she really thinks of herself as her grandson
Garen thought to himself a little mockingly.
The power of the totem disappeared, basically all the extraordinary power disappeared. The totem masters who lived long because of the totem and its derived power means naturally did not have a long lifespan, and fell one by one.
The world has become the world of ordinary people.
The former silver lamp master has become a learned scholar, and the former workshop master has become a scientific scientist. Former totem masters, only the top ones became famous fighters.
Before leaving the capital, Gallon went to visit Teacher Aining's grave. The Dasura sect is a well-known university sect throughout Kuwaitan. Einin’s cemetery is covered with all kinds of flowers. Obviously, disciples and students often come to visit the grave.
People who were once familiar left forever, and this once familiar world gradually fell into strangeness again.
Garen left the capital quietly.
Before leaving, he checked Hathaway's illnesses, and with the power of the secret martial arts of life, he froze and cleared away the root causes of her illnesses, allowing her to live for at least ten more years.
This is the only thing he can do for her. Similarly, there were friends from back then, Bai Lan and others, and Garen also made the final treatment one by one.
The secret martial arts he practiced has no effect of prolonging life when released, and even has negative effects on ordinary people. However, if the operation is subtle, it can also accurately kill physical diseases and achieve the goal of eradicating all diseases.
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Black Territory, Comet City
In a white cemetery on the outskirts of the city.
Garen sat in front of a black tombstone, holding a black wine bottle in his hand, taking a sip or two into his mouth from time to time.
What's in the bottle isn't wine, it's just coffee.
As the sun set, red light traces were reflected on the black tombstones. On the black stone steles mixed with white dots, the words were clearly engraved: Tomb of Goth and Jessica.
The description is very simple, except for a line of simple names, there are no other words. There is no biographical introduction, no great achievements as the master of the black domain, and there is not even a date of birth and death.
Just two names.
Perhaps this is Goethe's atonement for himself.
Garen came to the Black Territory these days, and he has almost figured out how Goth died.
Since the Battle of Heaven, Goethe's originally strong body has been in decline, and finally died of a sudden myocardial infarction accompanied by cerebral hemorrhage.
Whether it was Jessica's betrayal and death, or Garen's final disappearance, the once powerful Lord of the Black Domain fell into self-blame and grief.
For some reason, Garen was sitting in front of Goethe's tomb, remembering so calmly, but his mood was surprisingly peaceful.
He could understand Goethe's last mood. The seemingly strong man was actually as fragile as a child in his heart. Jessica's betrayal dealt him a heavy blow, it was a slash in the heart, the pain made him almost breathless.
Such a life, perhaps living in this world is also a kind of pain, it is better to die. .
Near the black domain is the headquarters of the evil god king. He also went to see it. There was no evil god, and all of them died when the power of the totem dissipated.
The entire headquarters of the evil god was in ruins, and the king of the evil god was nowhere to be found. Some people say that he left for the mysterious Antarctic, some say that he went underground, but more people rumored that maybe he was dead, died in an unknown corner, without the glory he once had, only the power of the totem disappeared. trauma.
"Why do you feel that the sky without totems is much purer?" Garen raised his head and took a sip of his coffee, as if he was talking to Goethe, or talking to himself.
Almost all of Goethe's deeds were buried, and only a few old people still remembered the Grand Duke, who was once the lord of the Black Territory. So much so that a stranger like Garen sat in front of Goethe's tombstone like this, and no one cared.
A few men and women who worshiped in the evening looked here from a distance. Seeing Garen sitting in front of the tombstone, they probably thought it was a drunk relative who came to worship, so they understood and left quickly.
Garen didn't take it seriously, after the initial loss, his mood was completely calm now.
"These days, I suddenly have a feeling." He whispered, "It seems that I have become a lonely person in this world. You are gone, the teacher is gone, Effie and the others are all old, maybe after a while Soon, he will leave completely."
He paused.
"Suddenly I felt overwhelmed."
"All the familiar ones are leaving me." He looked up at the slowly setting sun, and the bright red glow made his face flush.
"A person's life is like the sun, which rises and sets. No matter who it is, it cannot escape the natural cycle. I am just walking a little later than you."
Standing up, Garen placed the wine bottle in front of the tombstone.
"I left this time, maybe I really won't come back in the future." He paused, "I will miss you when I'm free." Then he turned and left towards the distance.
There was no turning back, just as indifferent as old friends returning home after drinking tea and chatting together.
There is one last stop.
A loneliness that he had never felt before appeared in Garen's heart, and the loneliness that had appeared from Kuwaitan was getting deeper and deeper. It was like a circle of dark vines, tightly wrapping him layer by layer, at first it was only lightly, but later, it became tighter and tighter, more and more breathless.
He couldn't help but think back to the moment when the gate of ghosts ended.
Is that persistent man also the same as he is at this moment, experiencing times when relatives and friends leave him again and again, the kind of loneliness that penetrates into the bones, the kind of persistence that no one can understand, perhaps the root cause of his pure pursuit of ideals power.
Everything in this world passes away with time, as long as the eternal truth, the gate of heaven that has not changed from beginning to end, stands there.
Garen desperately wanted to find the last person, the one who was most likely to be like him. Even if it's just a small consolation
(end of this chapter)