Ember Gun

  Chapter 116 Happy God’s Birthday, Teacher Lawrence

  The cold air is full of the old sense of history. With his hand gently brushing over the cold wall, Horner walked forward slowly, and finally sat on the bench.

  He felt very tired, and he was so tired that he couldn't sleep like this, but he knew that he still had a lot of things to do, he raised his head vigorously, and then a colorful light bathed his face.

  Looking in the direction in which the light descended, there were colorful paintings in the warmth, and the scenery in the myth was composed of large pieces of stained glass, but it was covered with dust.

Few people have come to St. Mary’s Cathedral. The influence of the Evangelical Church on Inervig is diminishing. Even the name of this church is rarely remembered. It is only called the white church by its pure white characteristics. .

  Horner stared at the sun for a long time, until the dazzling light made his vision pale, and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes uncontrollably, then he slowly turned his head, breathing steadily, enjoying the peace.

He is from Xiacheng, and his childhood is a very long and vague thing for Horner. When he has a clear memory, he has already fumbled on the streets of Old Dunling, but unfortunately it is bad. Under the circumstances, Horner did not acquire the ability to observe words and expressions, but became more dull.

Horner later learned the craftsmanship of maintenance from a master, and finally became one of the countless maintenance workers in Old Dunling. This city needs people like him very much. Steam pipes and machinery are all over the city. In the corner, new faults appear every day, and maintenance workers need to repair them immediately.

This stupid maintenance worker has never studied. In his worldview, he doesn't even know what the so-called belief is, but he doesn't care. He likes it very much. He will come here every time between work, only here. Horner can stay away from those mechanical noises.

  The rare tranquility did not last long. The man walked slowly from outside the door of the church, seemingly familiar with Horner, and came to him with a smile on his face.

   "Lawrence Mentor."

   Horner raised his head stiffly, his eyes sluggish, as if the soul inside had already fallen into the darkness of his pupils.

  Lawrence nodded, and sat beside him, still in that kindness, just like the light shining in the church.

   "You look like you can't control it anymore."

   Horner’s appearance was terrible. Although he maintained his human form, Lawrence knew very well that the blood of sin was rampant in his body at this moment.

   Horner nodded. Like his character, his movements are rigid like a machine.

   "So do you need my help this time?"

   Horner nodded again.

   "I succeeded right away, and I was the last one, my mentor."

  The dull voice suddenly brought a little emotion, Horner seemed to be laughing, his voice fluctuating.

   "My justice will be done, it will be done."

   "Gifts come at a price, my child, you have already asked for it more than once."

  Lawrence shook his head, looking awkward, but Horner said quickly.

  "Then I will give it to you. No matter what you want, I will give it to you. Consecrate to your God."

  Horner's stout hand grabbed Lawrence's clothes, his eyes firm and urgent.

  He looked at Horner helplessly, and finally sighed.

   "Yes, kid, you are about to succeed."

   Lawrence said softly, and then injected the medicine taken out into Horner's body. The medicine surged along the blood vessels. As the nervous body injected into Horner gradually relaxed, the restless beast fell asleep again.

  Horner was like nothing happened. After the injection, he just stared blankly at the forgotten church, his eyes pierced through the memory, and he slowly said after a long time.

   "Teacher, I'm going to die, right."

  Lawrence was slightly startled, as if he had never thought that this stupid person would say such a thing.

   "Yes, but your dedication will make you rise to heaven."

  He described the beauty after death.

  Ke Horner seemed to hear something funny, he smiled, and there was a little luster in his sluggish eyes, as if the dead soul returned to light.

  "Teacher, I have never studied. I can't even read. I don't even understand what you call heaven."

  Lawrence was speechless again, and Horner turned his head to look at him. There was no expression on the ordinary face, but Lawrence couldn't help feeling a kind of unspeakable sadness, just like a person's silent despair.

Just like you describe the beauty of the old Dunling to a person, no matter how much you say, he has never seen or even experienced the so-called beauty, so no matter how luxurious the reward is, it is only for Horner. It was an unknown unknown, and he wouldn't even be happy for it.

"I...I'm very ordinary. My master said that my life has no meaning, just like a beast. I wake up and go out looking for food, eat and go back to sleep. I don't have any hobbies or things I want to do. Apart from prolonging my life, everything I do has no meaning, just like a machine in a factory, repeating itself."

   Horner seems to be talking to Lawrence, as if confessing to himself.

"My master said... There are only two kinds of people in this world. One kind stands on the stage and is admired by all people, and the other kind sits under the dark stage. Like the night sky, only the dark night can reflect the glory of the stars."

   Tears shed tears in Horner's eyes.

   "I am the meaningless member... There are many people in this world who are just like me, mediocre, mediocre, living without knowing it, and then dying without knowing it."

It seems that he is under tremendous pressure. Lawrence rarely feels such emotions. Horner’s mediocre body reveals almost material despair. He is desperate for his life. He despairs for everything he has, but even more. To despair, there is nothing he can do.

   "What on earth do you want to say?"

Lawrence didn’t understand. He had never seen such a Horner. In his opinion, Horner was an extremely dull stone, an extremely well-controlled person, but now this walking dead is like regaining his soul. The most dangerous time.

   "I'm just... I'm just happy, mentor Lawrence."

  Horner cried and laughed. He looked at the mentor Lawrence, then hugged him hard and tried his best, as if he wanted to make Lawrence feel his gratitude with this clumsy behavior.

  "You are a devil, mentor Lawrence. Although you have always said that I am right, in the final analysis, taking the lives of others in that cruel way is wrong."

  Lawrence maintained the surface calm, but his other hand had reached under his clothes to hold the hilt of the dagger.

But there was no resistance as expected. Horner sat back after hugging him. It seemed that nothing happened just now. It was a very strange feeling. Lawrence looked at this ordinary person, he was obviously so mediocre. When thrown into the crowd, he would never find it again, but for the first time he felt that he could not see through a person.

   "But the devil, he is also a good devil."

   Horner laughed again.

   "What on earth do you want to say?"

   "I want to say that you are a bad person, a total bad person, a sinful devil. With a little bit of temptation, I can never recover."

   Horner scolded, but smiled.

   seemed to think of the person who had illuminated his life, he said.

   "But you are a good person again, mentor Lawrence, I sincerely thank you, thank you the devil for giving me this audience the opportunity to rush to the stage."

   "I should have lived like this meaninglessly, and died meaninglessly in the end, but you gave me the opportunity to become meaningful and execute my justice."

  He stood up, towering like a mountain.

   "This is my last revenge, and it should be the last time we meet."

   "In fact, today I want to be alone with you. I hope you will not be afraid. After all, I rarely have the opportunity to express my emotions."

  Looking at the colorful sunshine, the warmth bathed in expel the cold.

   "God’s birthday is coming soon, right, but it’s a pity that I won’t survive that time."

   Horner lowered his head with regret, and said to Lawrence seriously.

   "Then I wish you a happy birthday in advance, mentor Lawrence."

  The mediocre soul seemed to really come alive at this moment, the tear-stained smile was shining with pitch-black light, Lawrence couldn't help but his heart trembled, it was difficult to look directly at that ordinary face, as if facing the blazing sun.

"The same to you…"

   Lawrence murmured in response, watching his departure.

  (End of this chapter)