Apocalyptic Forecast

Chapter 928: good life

"It's really you... I thought it was me who admitted wrong."

The middle-aged man couldn't help showing a pleasant smile. He was taken aback for a long time, as if he was relieved, and let out a sigh of relief.

"Hello, Irving Carter, just call me Irving."

He introduced himself somewhat excitedly, picked up the big bag he bought from the supermarket, and opened the door: "Please come in, the house is a bit messy, please don't care."

Ten minutes later, Huaishi and Russell were already sitting in the slightly messy but cozy living room.

A faint heat rose in the cup in his hand.

There was also a dog running around in the living room to play Huan, and finally fell into Huai Shi's arms to ask for touch, was hugged by Huai Shi, and rubbed the dog's head.

look around.

There are bookshelves everywhere here, full of various materials, and a huge table full of drawings. It is painted with all kinds of strange creatures and buildings, wild pictures and some immature and cute children.

There are also various picture books and fairy tales in the display cabinet, which looks like a painter's studio.

And in the utility room, there were constantly rumbling voices.

After a long time, Owen wiped the sweat from his forehead, his face and arms were covered with dust, and he returned with some effort carrying a huge box.

Put it in front of them.

"Finally found."

He heaved a sigh of relief and sat down: "My father had a will before he was alive, saying that one day, if the gentleman named Russell in the photo comes to visit, let me give him this thing."

He took out an old photo frame, compared it with Russell before him, and said with emotion: "Unexpectedly, you really haven't changed at all after so many years."

"It's not surprising that people will stagnate and change when they are old."

Russell slowly put down the tea cup and looked at the iron box in front of him: "That guy is really going to have a whim as always... But, such a ridiculous will, haven't you doubted it?"

Owen shook his head: "Most of his father's arrangements are justified. Besides, since it is a will, there is nothing to say as a son."

Next to him, Huai Shi was holding the dog, looking curiously at the furnishings in the living room, and observed the exquisite fairy tale picture books: "Is this all you painted?"

"Yes."

Owen nodded, a little embarrassed: "I am an illustrator who feeds magazines and advertisements. I occasionally produce some picture books for life. If you like it, I will give you two later."

"That's great."

Huai Shi nodded: "I happen to be worried, what gift to bring to the students, can I trouble you to sign more copies?"

"Of course it's okay, but, student?" Irving was puzzled.

"We work in an educational institution. This Mr. Huai Shi just recently served as my assistant." Russell calmly explained: "He, your father, haven't you told you this?"

Owen shook his head.

It seemed that his father had never told his children about the world of sublimers. Under Russell's temptation, he soon discovered that he knew nothing about it.

Perhaps this is the protection the father left for his children.

For ordinary people, the world of the sublimator is not necessarily beautiful.

"He didn't even tell you about his previous job?"

Russell said: "Mr. Carter used to be our best Baijiu. Well, you can understand it as a member of the Institute. Before he retired, he had gone into the wilderness alone for us and collected many precious samples and data. "

"Oh, like an explorer?"

Owen's eyes lit up: "He has never told me about this.

When I was young, I once imagined that he was an incognito killer, or some kind of ruthless character of the dark organization... Now that I think about it, it doesn't match his father's appearance. "

"He has his own problems." Russell said: "The hard life of a meal and a night out is always difficult to tell a child, besides, he also sacrificed a lot for it."

"I can guess a little bit."

Owen nodded and sighed with emotion: "A person like him who is too serious about himself will definitely not let his life pass. As for why he doesn't tell us, there must be his reason.

However, he was very satisfied when he passed away, and I am envious of the look of no regrets. "

"So, I think he must have done a valuable job, right? For example... save the world or something?"

After speaking, Owen was also amused by his absurd imagination, shook his head, did not say anything, just pushed the dusty box over.

"No matter what, I believe that my father has completed his own mission. Thank you for coming, and let me know his value again."

He solemnly said to the visiting guests: "Now, I give you his last legacy, Mr. Russell, I only hope that his father's legacy can help you."

Russell lowered his head and stared at the dusty box and the code lock that had never been moved on it.

"Aren't you curious about what's inside?" he asked suddenly, "never opened it?"

Owen froze for a moment.

Fell silent.

As if struggling between curiosity and some persistence, after a long time, he shook his head.

"Before my father left, he told me that if I want to abandon my current life one day, I can open it. But I think my life is good now and there is no need to change anything, so... forget it."

He took a deep look at the iron box that had been with him for many years, and withdrew his gaze, no regrets: "It's not my thing anyway, let me maintain a mysterious fantasy."

Russell nodded and said nothing more.

Before leaving, he urged the two of them to sit down and let himself draw two sketches.

Russell in the drawing is a majestic and stern old man, holding a scepter in his hand, majestic. Huai Shi is a wanderer in the dust, but with a triumphant smile, it seems that he has the whole world.

Is it his imagination and processing as a painter, or is it precisely grasped by intuition?

It's really hard to understand.

After finishing the painting, Owen was also shocked by his achievements and asked excitedly: "If possible, can I use them in a picture book?"

"This is your work, of course as you wish."

Russell carried the box and finally said, "If you need help with anything, please feel free to call this. I owe you and your father a great favor."

He handed a business card, "Trust me, I can do most of the needs."

"I will."

Owen took the business card seriously and put it in his pocket.

He didn't doubt Russell's guarantee, but he didn't seem to care about the promise that was worth millions of dollars.

"It just so happens that I should pick up my daughter from school."

He picked up the car key, full of expectation and joy: "Thank you for your visit today. It seems that I can have a new bedtime story to tell her tonight.

Grandpa’s legendary story, she is so cute to listen to this! "

Russell was stunned for a moment, and said helplessly: "I really hope I can have a positive role in it. It would be better to live to the end of the story."

"I will work hard to arrange!"

Owen smiled and promised.

In this way, after saying goodbye to the two of them, they drove away gradually.

It took a long time for Huai Shi to look away.

"Envy, right?"

Russell sighed slightly: "There is no better result in this world than this kind of result can be achieved by seeing him marry and start a family, and finally die without regret.

People like us may never get such a good life. "

"Isn't it all right now?"

Huai Shi shrugged, "Although that kind of life is enviable, I don't think there is anything wrong with my life."

"That's right, except that there is no way to have a stable relationship, there are no shortcomings." Russell took a deep look at Huai Shi, meaning something.

Huai Shi coughed suddenly, speechless.

After returning to the car, he looked at the heavy box in Russell's hand and asked curiously, "Can you tell me what's inside?"

"What is there to hide?"

Russell slowly fiddled with the code lock and asked, "Do you remember what'White Dove' does?"

"Uh, I remember that Raymond told me that they were all elite researchers in the Tower of Ivory?" Huai Shi was a little unsure.

"Almost, it should be said that they are all explorers of the original heaven."

Russell sighed slightly: "White dove, red deer, gray stork, and black whale are all honorific titles for outstanding explorers. Only researchers who have made great contributions in their own fields can receive such titles.

The red deer is a wandering trader who patrols the hell, the gray stork is a lurker deep into the hell, and the "black whale" can only be obtained by the lord of the large group in hell.

As for the "White Dove", they are the most elite explorers of **** relics-they are the researchers and combat units fighting on the front line. They are responsible for the rescue excavation of **** relics and important discoveries. They are granted a privateer license to allow all A predator of force, when necessary, can exterminate any blocker from physical to soul..."

To mobilize money in the directly affiliated military agency, Baijiu is a symbol of the violence of the Utopia in the abyss.

For lone explorers like them, it is definitely not an exaggeration to call it a solo army.

Once Huai Shi wanted to recruit a large group in the Twilight Country, a secret instrument was needed, but every white dove would have at least ten or more legion contracts on his body, more than a thousand **** creatures.

It is because of their existence that the former ideal country can control the veins of hell, and the research of the ivory tower can complete continuous breakthroughs.

"And this is the inheritance left by the most outstanding Shirato ever -"

Russell slowly opened the iron box and stared at the ancient scrolls that were almost overflowing. Each one was filled with **** words, stamped with seals and the mark of origin.

Six heavy notes that record all **** exploration experiences, more than four hundred legion contracts ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and hundreds of tokens of the **** group, three anonymous accounts and two depths from Mojin Bank Safe key.

The terrible reserve enough to carry out an all-out war between hells is now contained in this small iron box. After a long time of silence and waiting, he complied with the master's will and came to Russell's hands.

"Welcome back, my friend."

Russell pulled out the dagger from the top of the box, and the spine of the sword cast by cursed iron reflected his eyes, showing countless phantoms from the past.

"Let's rebuild it all again..."

He whispered softly, put the sword into its sheath, and put it in his arms, which is precious and important.

Everything fell into silence.

"Go, Huai Shi."

He closed the box and stared at the dusk outside the window: "We should start."

Huai Shi nodded, turned the key, started the car, and asked, "Where will I go next?"

"let me see……"

Russell pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked: "Do you like drinking?"

"In general, two cups occasionally, but not good or bad."

"What about gambling?"

"Although it feels very exciting, I still don't want to touch it at all."

"Then, beauty?" Russell suggested.