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Abedang paced back and forth in the room, looking at the cheap electronic watch in his hand from time to time. The wristwatch has been [grinded] in many places, and many functions have been declared obsolete, but it can still be done by looking at the time. Right now, the digital screen is displaying the number ten:03. Usually by this hour, his son Langdon would be home long ago. After dinner, he should be tinkering with his parts in the house, hoping to assemble a powered mecha one day.
But tonight, Langdon hadn't returned home.
This made Abedan very disturbed, he knew his son very well. Langdon has been naughty since he was a child, but he is also very sensible, and he would never do things that would worry his parents. Not returning home late at night was never a thing, Abe looked at the photos of their family of three hanging on the wall, and sighed heavily.
In this ordinary family, Abedan and his wife Ajiesha are nothing more than ordinary workers. They work in a food processing factory in the suburbs, working twelve hours a day, and the meager salary they get is only enough to maintain their living needs. For the family, Langdon's birth undoubtedly brought joy and hope to the family. Because when Langdon was born, he actually detected the sign of the ability.
Abedan still clearly remembers how excited he was when he heard the news from the doctor. But as time went by, this excitement slowly turned into a heavy burden. For an ordinary family, it is impossible to support the cost of learning knowledge for a capable person. This is why there are many capable people among the common people, but their average rank is not high.
In addition to limited potential, more importantly, they do not have the conditions to accept systematic learning and training. Although some civilian ability users went to the wilderness and grew up on the battlefield relying on their identities as mercenaries, those who were lucky enough to be promoted to the fifth level or above were very rare. After all, a lot of lives are lost in the early stage when the ability is not yet strong.
And those who can survive this stage are very few.
Abedan didn't allow his son to become a wilderness mercenary, he just hid the fact of his ability from his son, and raised Langdon like an ordinary child. When Langdon was very young, he had already played with his parents in the workshop of the factory. For him at that time, the factory was more like his home and his playground. As for Abedant himself, he silently saves all the expenses that can be saved, and accumulates them little by little.
Abedang was not reconciled to his son walking an ordinary path like him. He believed that his son should have a wider world, so as a father, he tried his best to create conditions for Langdon. Until this year, the conditions were finally ripe. When Abedown sent Langdon to Montgolia College, he would always remember the look of surprise mixed with excitement on Langdon's face.
At that moment, Abedan felt that all his years of hard work had paid off.
Since then, Langdon's routine has been normal. Leaving home at seven o'clock in the morning and returning at six o'clock in the evening. Sometimes it brought back a bruise, but Langdon always had a smile on his face. Abedang knew that he didn't want to worry about himself, and he also knew that it was not easy for a commoner to study in an academy where more than 90% of the students were nobles. Since Langdon didn't tell, he didn't ask, and Abedan believed his son could handle it.
But tonight's situation is a little special. It's already past ten o'clock, and Langdon has not yet returned home. The darkness outside the house was like a mass of uneasiness shrouded in Abedan's heart.
At 10:23, the door was knocked loudly. Abedang looked at his wife, and both of them saw worry in each other's eyes. Abedang took a deep breath and strode forward to open the door. Standing outside the door was a famous city defense officer, a man in his thirties. Slightly fatter, but already bald at the end of middle age, the man asked Abedan, "Mr. Abedan? Are you Langdon's father?"
Abeidan nodded quickly: "I am, may I ask if something happened to Langdon?"
"I'm sorry to tell you, sir. Your son had a traffic accident in the city. It was a serious accident. Anyway... please don't be overly sad." Said: "Bring that child over here."
Several city defense officers came over carrying a stretcher, and there was a person lying on the stretcher. He remained motionless, and his heart sank as he watched. Indistinct syllables came out of his throat, and at this time his wife Ajiesha had already snatched out of the house, followed by an earth-shattering cry, and the whole person threw herself on the stretcher and cried bitterly.
Next, the city defense army did not know what else they said to Abedan. But Abedan couldn't hear anything, only some hollow sounds fell in his ears. Distraught, he walked over to the stretcher on which Langdon was lying. Langdon's eyes widened and he stared straight at the sky. He was covered in blood, and some parts of his body were even deformed, which was the injury caused by the blunt force impact.
Abedan could imagine that a car speeding at high speed suddenly hit his son. The instant impact caused multiple fractures in Langdon's body, and he would be thrown to a certain corner of the street like a rag doll, and then drivers and passers-by would surround him. But at that time, he was already dead!
died!
"No!" Abedang let out a growl, tears streaming down his face.
He grabbed his son by the shoulders and tried to shake him awake, just like Langdon would sometimes use his violent shaking to wake his son from his sleep when he stayed in bed. But this time, Langdon won't wake up again. But following Abedan's movement, Langdon's hand on his body fell to the ground feebly, revealing a bloody abdomen. Abedan seemed to have noticed something. He collected himself and saw several narrow gaps in Langdon's abdomen.
It looked as if someone had stabbed it with a knife.
This thought made Abedan tremble, and he stood up abruptly. At this time, the city defense officers were about to leave, and Abedan quickly stopped them: "Sir, sir!"
The city defense officer who knocked on the door before gestured to his companion, then turned around and walked back: "What's the matter, sir?"
Abedang stretched out his trembling fingers and pointed to his son's abdomen: "Look here, this is not caused by any traffic accident. Sir, Langdon was killed, he was stabbed to death with a knife."
The city defense officer calmly looked at the bereaved father in front of him, and sighed deeply: "Listen, sir. If you treat it as a traffic accident, trust me. It will be good for you and me. The perpetrator will send a large amount of compensation tomorrow morning. Sir, I know you are very sad, but it is better not to delve into some things. After all, even if you know the truth, your child will not come back, will he? "
Patting Abedan on the shoulder hard, the city official sighed and turned to leave. Abbe stood there dumbfounded. For him, the world collapsed. But for this world, there is only one dispensable person missing.
The world continues to operate according to its own laws, and it will not change because of the absence of anyone.
If fate is given a will, it must be the god of mischief. In the script written in its hands, not everyone is a favorite. Some people are favored by it, while others are ruthlessly abandoned by it. Light and darkness are constantly intertwined, where there is luck, there will be misfortune, and where there is happiness, there must be pain.
Always.
The next morning still came, and when the Abedown family was in great pain, Liya appeared at the gate of Montgolia College as usual. She looked at Zero, smiled and walked into the gate. Zero did not leave today, he was waiting outside the school gate. Liya has already decided to participate in the pre-war special training held by Zero Company at the base, so she will not continue to go to school today, but will submit an application for a temporary suspension of school to the school.
The e-mail of the application form was sent to the school as early as yesterday. In addition to Liya's name, there was a zero signature on the applicant column. Now almost everyone in Asgard doesn't know Zero, a person who can tie with Sol, so filling in Zero's name will save Leah's application from a lot of unnecessary links.
The fact is the same, Leah quickly got the letter of application approval from the lecturer professor Grando. The letter stated that the school will reserve the degree for Leah and welcome her back to school for re-education at any time. But when the old professor handed the letter to Leah, he couldn't help asking: "Son, why don't you continue the class? Could it be that I didn't speak well enough?"
Leah quickly replied: "No, it's none of your business. It's my own fault, because I have more important things to do now."
"Well, you are welcome to come back anytime to listen to my old man's class." Professor Grando said humorously.
Leah looked around the classroom and saw two empty desks, one of which belonged to Langdon. She asked casually, "Did Langdon not come to class today?"
The old professor's face was gloomy, and he sighed softly: "You don't know yet, the child had a traffic accident last night, so he should be in the arms of the Heavenly Father now."
"What?" Leah whispered.
She couldn't believe that the young man who was full of confidence in the future left this world forever in just one night. The change was so fast that Leah didn't even have time to make his request to Zero.
Leah's eyes fell on the other seat as she left.
That's Boschge's seat, and he didn't come today either.
Accident, just an accident? Looking at that seat, Leah thought.
the other side of the city.
"Join the army?" Boschge blushed, and excitedly called out to his father who was very similar to him: "Why do you want me to join the army? No, father, I am not ready to go to the battlefield. You see , I haven’t finished my studies yet, and my ability is not perfect. I know meritorious deeds are very important to the family, but I beg you, give me some more time.”
"Otherwise, going to the battlefield means death for me!"
Clough looked at his excited son coldly, with his slender and well-maintained fingers, he gracefully pulled out a cigar from the table, brought it to his mouth and lit it. He took a deep breath and exhaled another smoke ring: "Look at you, Boschger. You're scared, aren't you?"
Being caught by his father's words, Boschge's body froze, and then he lowered his head and admitted: "You are right, father. I was afraid. After all, the battlefield is a place where the dead go. Please, don't Will you send me to join the army?"
"If that's the case, then why did you do such a stupid thing last night?" Clough growled, changing his previous gentle image.
He stood up, like an enraged lion, and said angrily around his son: "Have you learned how to kill? What is this? If you have the ability to kill, then go to the battlefield to kill me? Do you know? How disappointed I was to see you rushing back to ask me for help last night, I have a son as timid as you. Our family, what do you rely on to inherit?"
"I'm sending you to join the army. It's for your own good. After all, you killed someone."
"But father, that's just a commoner."
"That's right, you also know that he is a commoner." Clough sneered, "If you kill a slave, let alone one, a hundred will be fine. But the commoners are not good, they are free people. Slaves aren't much better. But damn, they have personal security rights. That is, in Asgard you can beat them, but you can't kill them."
"Although I suppressed this matter, after all, killing a civilian is not a big deal. But the City Defense Army will record this matter and seal your name in a certain file. Use your Think about it in your head, Bosch. In case in the future after you inherit the family, someone will make a big fuss about this, how will you deal with it?" Clough gradually calmed down: "I will let you join the army, let you go The battlefield is to help you wash away this stain."
"Then which army do you want me to join, Doomhammer?" Bosch asked doubtfully.
"Doomhammer?" Clough sneered, "That's a bunch of lunatics and butchers. If you are allowed to join them, you are really going to die. Besides, you are not qualified. What I let you join is gold The Tomahawk Reserve Army, the so-called reserve army is also the recruit battalion, generally you will only be responsible for patrolling the camp and transporting war materials, and will not directly participate in the battle at the front line. In this way, your chance of death is infinitely close to zero."
"In addition, I have already borrowed three fifth-level guards from Andrew's house to accompany you pretending to be recruits. They will ensure your safety. And as long as you survive this war, wait for you to come back. Your part The experience plus some of my artistic modifications will become a glorious history. And the dazzling light is enough to cover up any stains." Clough looked at his son and said heavily: "Don't you often ask me what politics is, look, This is politics!"
Looking at Boschger who half understood, Clough sighed in his heart. He knew that his son was still too immature, but no one had come from a young age, including him. He only hopes that through this military career, he can create a brilliant experience for his son and at the same time let him mature as soon as possible.
As the Western Expeditionary Army set off, countless undercurrents were surging in Asgard. Big and small, bright and dark, they all point to the unknown land in the west!