Crown of Silence

Chapter 178 No Place to Return

In that person's mouth, 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 vengeful evil spirit, the professor invited the flesh and blood butcher, but even the flesh and blood butcher was defeated by the vengeful evil spirit.

In the end, the former generation of heroes, the professor, was one step away from winning, and died in the hands of the vengeful evil spirit.

After killing the professor, the fellow Holmes actually sacrificed the professor's body to the evil god, turning the entire lunatic asylum into a ghost den.

In the end, even the Knights of the Round Table were alarmed. 'Lancelot' and 'Galahad', two Knights of the Round Table, joined forces to besiege Holmes.

Holmes fought back and brazenly played ancient music from the East, which seemed to be called something terrible like "Xuanyuan Potianqu", to completely destroy Avalon.

Fortunately, God bless Angel, the Royal Musician activated the Avalon Great Barrier, summoned the Pure White Moon, and completely purified him! "

"Hey, I saw it clearly next to me at the time!"

The man said exaggeratedly: "The vengeful evil spirit saw that something was wrong, so he summoned the power of the evil god to cover his retreat, and then fled!"

Everyone immediately started to make a fuss and sneered. Some people revealed on the spot that this guy was hiding in the dog hole at the time. They were so scared that they almost peed their pants. How could they dare to see the vengeful evil spirit.

Amidst the laughter, no one noticed that the door was pushed open.

-

Outside the door, someone pushed the door open.

The sunlight outside the window illuminated his gray hair and the steel prosthesis.

He walked through the hall silently, sat in the corner, and showed an apologetic look to his long-awaited friend.

"Sorry, I'm late."

He sighed: "I haven't been to the street for a long time, and I don't know the way..."

"It doesn't matter, I just got here too. "

The sturdy man opposite him said.

This overly burly man seemed to be covered with muscles all over his body, and even his face was naturally savage and fierce, making people afraid to approach him.

The people around him subconsciously sat far away, and didn't even dare to speak loudly, for fear of angering this guy who looked difficult to mess with and being beaten up by him.

Seeing Abraham coming, the giant quickly put out his cigarette, stood up suddenly, and raised his arm to salute.

He reacted only halfway up his arm, put it down awkwardly, and sat back down again.

There was a sound of relief around, and everyone couldn't help but sweat for the old man sitting opposite him.

"Is that guy going to beat people?"

"The security here is so good, isn't it?" The person next to him whispered: "I think he is a gang leader, coming to collect loan sharks. Look how scared he is to the man opposite."

"No, I think he looks quite respectful, you see, he's even smiling. ”

“Of course you have to smile when you receive the money! I guess the old man must have spent all his money to get this 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 became gloomy, and he clenched his fist, which was a circle bigger than a beer glass, and his knuckles cracked, and the group of onlookers who were shocked quickly retracted their gazes.

The sounds were blocked by the soundproof barrier laid by Abraham, becoming 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, is there something wrong?”

Seton shook his head quickly.

He sat up straight, with his chest and head raised, looking like a child who was listening to the class seriously. When he heard about Abraham’s culture, he took out a book from his pocket and handed it back with both hands:

“Sir, I have finished reading this book. I will return it to you. "

In his hand, there is a thin booklet - "Anglo Fairy Tales".

It can be seen that the reader cherishes it very much. Even the curling edge of the footer has been carefully pressed and intact.

"Seton, have you finally learned to spell? This is a good thing."

Abraham was happy, "I will get you another one later. Don't worry, it won't be too complicated. I found some books suitable for beginners for you. You will like it."

"Sir, I... I don't want to read anymore."

"Why?"

Abraham was stunned and a little confused: "These are all good stories. You see, many stories are very interesting."

"What's the point of reading such things that deceive children? Sir."

Seton avoided his sight and said in a muffled voice: "Don't force a guy who can only kill people to read and do such things."

Abraham stared at him in a daze. After a long time, he seemed to understand something and became a little depressed: "Okay, I know.

This kind of thing, if you can't do it, don't force it. "

He put away the book, looked up, and saw Seton's gloomy expression.

"Old Joe died a few days ago."

He said, "I went to his funeral."

Abraham's expression gloomy, and he nodded lightly: "...After lingering on for so many years, it's a good thing to be relieved."

"He was laughed at until his death. Those people didn't 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 had 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 this country has set for us every day, and we are not allowed to take a step outside the defined boundaries.

Every breath of air you breathe must be inspected, and every word you spit out must be confirmed to be harmless. Even when you go out to buy a razor, you must apply and register in advance.

What is this? A bunch of unincarcerated prisoners? "

"Seton..."

"I know, I shouldn't think like that, I know!"

Seton interrupted him: "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?

Want to be insulted and looked down upon by others, like a wild dog kept in a cage and watched by others? ! Why exactly is this happening?

That guy Gaius rebelled, and all of us were implicated! "

"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? He didn't show up when we were homeless like wild dogs, 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 for this country and given so much, 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 cannot trap us, we can fight out and take back what we have lost. It doesn't matter if there is no place for him in Angelo, even if he goes to the dark world to work as a mercenary! Just a word from you, sir!

As long as you say a word..."

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 started learning the cruel things in this world from birth. They taught us how to use daggers, spears, poison, and how to kill people or kill monsters, but No one ever taught us how to live like normal people. "

He sighed wearily: "To be honest, even now, I still 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 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.

When he was young, he often had nightmares. After waking up from the dream, he would cry quietly. He would be scared if I wasn't around him. I raised him and he still gets into trouble and gets spanked a lot.

Now, I have a very smart student with white hair who has his own plans for the future. Very persistent and brave. He also likes to cause trouble.

I have another student, a little girl who likes to skip classes to play. She is innocent, cute and carefree. She will definitely be a beauty when she grows up. But she will often get into trouble.

To be honest, they are all very troublesome children, which often makes me helpless, but when they call me teacher, I will feel very happy. "

He raised his eyes and looked at Seton, and asked softly: "If I leave, what will they do? No one will take care of them..."

"But..."

Seton looked at him in a daze, incoherent: "But..."

Abraham shook his head and stopped talking.

So, there was a long silence.

Until the clock sounded in the distance on the street outside the door, echoing in this city. I don't know when the sun has crossed the sky and fallen to the end of the sea.

The sun sets.

-

"We haven't seen each other for a long time, and it's so unpleasant when we meet. I think I really can't speak. "

Abraham said, "Sorry, I have to go, it's time for class. "

When he mentioned the class, he couldn't help but chuckle, his smile was full of fulfillment and happiness, as if he had finally found his home.

Looking at that smile, Seton fell silent and had nothing to say.

Abraham stood up, took a last look at Seton, and turned to leave. But for some reason, he took two steps and stopped.

"Seton, you have to look forward and don't stay in the past. "

He said goodbye softly, but didn't dare to look back: "'Dragoon'... is something that has been eliminated by the times. "

The door closed.

There was silence.

Seton stared blankly at the direction he left, at the closed door, as if he wanted to wait for him to come back. But even after a long time, the figure never turned back.

It was as if he had disappeared forever.

After a long, long time, he finally understood something, lowered his head weakly, and his shoulders trembled.

In the cafe, everyone turned around in astonishment and saw the lonely figure in the corner - the burly man who looked like a monster was actually crying?

He cried like a child.

Monsters can cry too.

When it finds that it has no place to go.