In that person's words, the vengeful evil spirit and the professor fought to the death for the legendary Blood Road Key, and the more they fought, the braver they became.
In order to deal with the evil spirit of revenge, the professor invited the Flesh Butcher, but even the Flesh Butcher was defeated by the evil spirit of revenge.
In the end, the heroic professor of the past generation missed a move and died at the hands of a vengeful evil spirit.
After that Sherlock Holmes guy killed the professor, he actually 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, teamed up to besiege Holmes.
Holmes fought back, brazenly playing ancient music from the East, a terrifying movement like "Xuanyuan Breaking the Sky", to completely destroy Avalon.
Fortunately, God blessed Angelou, and the royal musicians activated the Great Barrier of Avalon, summoning the Pure White Moon, and completely purified him!
"Hey, I was standing nearby and saw it clearly!"
The man said with an exaggerated expression: "The evil spirit of vengeance saw that something was wrong, so he summoned the power of the evil god to break his back, and then ran away!"
Everyone immediately booed and laughed. Some people revealed on the spot that this guy was hiding in the dog hole at that time. They were so scared that they almost peed their pants. They dared to see the vengeful evil spirit.
Amidst the laughter, no one noticed that the door was pushed open.
…
Outside the door, someone pushed in.
The sunlight outside the window illuminated his gray hair and the steel prosthetic leg.
He quietly walked through the hall and reached the corner, looking apologetic to his friend who had been waiting for a long time.
"Sorry, I'm late."
He sighed: "I haven't been on the street for a long time, and I don't know my way around..."
"It doesn't matter, I just arrived."
said the stocky man across from him.
This overly burly man seemed to have muscles all over his body, and even his face had a natural arrogance and ferocity that made people afraid to approach him.
The people around him subconsciously sat far away, not even daring to speak loudly, for fear of angering this seemingly untouchable guy and being beaten up by him.
Seeing Abraham coming, the giant man quickly stubbed out his cigarette, stood up suddenly, and raised his arms to salute.
He raised his arm halfway before he realized what he was doing, put it down awkwardly, and sat back down again.
There were sounds of relief from all around, and everyone couldn't help but sweat for the old man sitting opposite him.
"Isn't that guy going to hit someone?"
"The security here is so good, isn't it?" The person next to him whispered: "I think he is a gang leader, here to collect loan sharks. Look, he scared the man opposite."
"That's not right. I think he looks quite respectful. Look, he's even smiling."
"Of course you have to smile when you receive the money! I guess the old man probably spent all his money to get the money, otherwise he would have been beaten to death by that guy on the spot."
"That's right, I heard..."
“…”
As if he heard the whispers around him, the burly man's expression turned gloomy. He clenched his fist, which was larger than a beer glass, and cracked his knuckles. The shocked onlookers quickly looked away.
Those sounds were blocked by the sound barrier set up by Abraham, and became vague and distant.
The corner became silent again.
"Long time no see, Seton."
He showed a worried look: "You haven't contacted me for a long time. Did something happen?"
Seton shook his head quickly.
He sat upright, with his chest raised and his head raised, looking like a child who was paying attention to the lecture. When he heard about Abrahamic culture, he took out a book from his pocket and handed it back with both hands:
"Sir, I have finished reading this book. Let me return it to you."
In his hand was a thin booklet - "Anglo Fairy Tales".
It can be seen that people who read it cherish it very much. Even the curled edges of the footers have been carefully pressed and are intact as before.
"Seton, have you finally learned to spell? That's a good thing."
Abra became happy, "I'll get you another one later. Don't worry, it won't be too complicated. I helped you find some books suitable for beginners. You will definitely like it."
"Sir, I... I don't want to read any more."
"Why?"
Abraham was stunned for a moment, a little confused: "These are all very good stories. Look, there are many stories that are very interesting."
"What's the use of reading something like this to deceive children? Sir."
Seton avoided his gaze and said in a low voice: "Don't force a guy who only knows how to kill people to read and do such a thing."
Abraham looked at him blankly. After a long time, he seemed to understand something and became a little frustrated: "Okay, I understand. If you can't do this kind of thing, don't force it."
He put away the book, looked up, and saw Seton's sad expression.
"Old Qiao died a few days ago."
"I went to his funeral," he said.
Abraham's expression darkened, and he nodded slightly: "... It's a good thing to be freed after surviving for so many years."
"He was ridiculed by people until his death. Those people did not believe what he said. He was regarded as a liar who could only dream until his death."
Seton lowered his head, "Sir, these years... these years, everyone has been having a hard time."
"Everyone is working hard." Abraham's eyes dimmed: "Compared with living, many things are actually not difficult."
"Aren't you the same? Sir."
Seton looked at him, his voice hoarse: "We live in the cage that this country has set up for us every day. Within a defined range, we are not allowed to take a step. Every breath of air that is breathed must be checked, and every word that is uttered must be checked. They have to make sure they are harmless. Even if you go out to buy a razor, you have to apply and register in advance. What is this? A bunch of prisoners who have not been detained?"
“Seton…”
"I know, I shouldn't think like that, I know!"
Seton interrupted: "At least everyone is still alive, at least we no longer have to go to the battlefield, and we no longer have to go back to the dark world... But living like this is just living, right? We also have to be insulted. Look down on it, like a wild dog kept in a cage to be watched?! Why on earth is this happening? That guy Gaius rebelled, and it affected all of us!"
"Seton, that's enough."
Abraham raised his voice.
"Now that things have happened, don't you understand, sir?"
Seton roared angrily: "That shameless old bastard insulted our loyalty and faith. He is the culprit who ruined the glory and caused the dragoons to fall apart! Do you still believe that he can save us? We are like wild dogs. He didn't show up when we were homeless, and he didn't come back when we were imprisoned and executed one by one. It's been more than ten years, do we still believe in that traitor... "
Bang!
The table was overturned, and a rough steel hand clamped around Seton's neck, lifted him from the chair, and slammed him against the wall, shaking off the dust.
Dust fell from the ceiling and fell into that angry eye.
"Seton."
Abraham's voice said carefully, "I said, enough is enough."
No one expected that the old man would be so terrifying after being angered. Seton was like a child in front of him. He didn't even have room to react and rolled to the ground, choking violently and almost unable to breathe. Angry.
But he still got up stubbornly, his eyes sad.
"Sir, are you really willing?"
He asked hoarsely, "We have sacrificed so much and given so much for this country, yet we are treated like this. We... We are all heroes!"
Abraham was stunned.
After a long time, he sat back on the chair dejectedly.
"That's all in the past, Seton."
He whispered softly, as if telling himself: "It's all over."
"As long as we are alive, this will not pass."
Seton reached out and pressed his shoulder, his eyes hopeful: "Sir, the dragoon is not dead. This cage can't trap us. We can fight out and take back what we lost. It doesn't matter even if there is no place in Angelou. , even if you go to the dark world to work as a mercenary! Just a word from you, sir! Just a word from you... "
But Abraham didn't respond to him. He just raised his hand, took off the palm from his shoulder, and asked Seton to sit down again.
He waved to the trembling waiter, who cleaned up the mess, put the table back up, and replaced the tea cups with new ones. Everything looks like it was before.
"Sedon, we were originally soldiers, killing machines that obeyed orders. We have been learning the cruel things in this world since we were born. They taught us how to use daggers, spears, poison, and how to kill people or kill monsters, but No one has ever taught us how to live like normal people." He sighed wearily: "To be honest, even now, I feel confused about this world.
I often don't understand the popular jokes and I don't understand things like atmosphere. If other people's words are more tactful, I will find it complicated and difficult to understand.
Sometimes when sitting at a banquet, I feel like I don't belong here. When I fall asleep or wake up, I feel like a wild beast will rush in outside the door, and I will be scared without weapons.
Many times, I think about returning to the battlefield, where I belong. But later I realized: Even if I go back, there is no point.
Aren’t we there for the first half of our lives
We did not die there, nor did we live anywhere... In the dark world, there is nothing but darkness.
So, sorry, Seton, I'm going to stay here. "He said softly, "There is still something that I must do here. "
Seton was stunned.
He saw the sharpness disappear from Abraham's eyes.
The dim light fell on his face, illuminating his wrinkles.
He turned back into the submissive old man again, plain, dull and slow, harmless at all, as ordinary as the fallen leaves that can be seen everywhere on the roadside.
When speaking, he would babble in a slow and soft voice: "You know, Seton, I raised a child who likes to get into trouble. He often had nightmares when he was young, and would cry quietly after waking up from the dream. , he will be afraid when I am not around him. I raised him, and now he still likes to cause trouble and often gets beaten. Now, I have a very smart student with white hair who has his own plans for the future. Plan. Very persistent and brave. He also likes to cause trouble. I have another student, a little girl who likes to skip class and play. She is innocent, cute and carefree. She will definitely be a beauty when she grows up. . But she often gets into trouble. To be honest, they are very troubled children, which often makes me helpless, but when they call me teacher, I feel very happy."
He raised his eyes and looked at Seton, and asked softly: "What will they do if I leave? No one will take care of them..."
"But… "
Seton looked at him blankly and said incoherently: "But..."
Abraham shook his head and said nothing.
So, there was a long silence.
On the street outside the door, the sound of a clock sounded in the distance, echoing in the city. At some point, the sun had crossed the sky and set towards the end of the sea.
The sun sets.
…
"We haven't seen each other for a long time, and it was so unpleasant when we met. I guess I still can't speak."
Abraham said, "Sorry, I have to go. It's time for class."
When he mentioned class, he couldn't help but laugh softly. His smile was full of substantial happiness, as if he had finally found his home.
Seeing that smile, Seton fell silent and had nothing more to say.
Abraham stood up, took one last look at Seton, and turned to leave. But for some reason, he took two steps and then stopped.
"Seton, as a human being, you must look forward and don't stay in the past."
He said goodbye softly, but did not dare to look back: "'Dragoon'... has been eliminated by the times."
The door is closed.
There was silence.
Seton stared blankly in the direction he left, looking at the closed door, as if wanting to wait for him to come back. But even after a long time, the figure never turned around.
It's like disappearing forever.
After a long, long time, he finally understood something. He lowered his head weakly and his shoulders trembled.
In the cafe, everyone turned around in surprise and saw the lonely figure in the corner—the burly, monster-like man. He was actually crying
Crying like a child.
Monsters can cry too.
When it discovers that it has nowhere to go.