Son of the Olden Days

Regarding the discord between Chains and Iser, President Fang and Deacon Freel knew well, and could roughly guess the tricks behind the whole thing, but both of them tacitly did not pursue it, and at the same time remained silent. .

It is undeniable that Iser is a scrupulous man, because of his outstanding strength, and because of his easy-going and blameless personality, although he has been very low-key in the guild and has never shown a coveting for rights.

He is like a lone wolf chasing freedom, free from the thieves' guild system, but can always attract everyone's attention invisibly. This is the unique trait of that man.

To say that he can come and go freely in the dark wilderness, that man can definitely do it.

After all, Iser suddenly appeared in this border town one day, alone, not following the caravan, nor joining any team of adventurers.

It can be seen that he wandered from far away. It is hard to imagine what kind of scenery he has experienced during his journey, but this way of appearance seems to be a natural way for people in small places like Gray Screen Town. A distinctive halo.

For Izer, Fang Fang is not afraid, but he does not want to stand on opposite sides of each other.

Unlike the jealousy of Chains, President Fang and Deacon Freel admired Izel more.

It is a pity that Iser is not a local and is difficult to control, which means that it is difficult for him to truly become his own. For thieves organizations in small places like Gray Screen, this kind of xenophobia has always existed, at least not in the short term.

At this moment, Chains no longer cared about the life and death of the little mouse Shuggs, but worried about whether the monster Izer would come back to trouble him.

But turning his head, his face instantly became gloomy again.

The conversation between President Fang Fang and Deacon Freel just now made him very uncomfortable.

When the guild was calm, Deacon Freel was good at diplomacy, and the president's fangs were in control of the overall situation, and Chains had been working to change his image of recklessness.

But every time when encountering a specific major event, Chain feels that in the small group of three people, Fang Fang and Freir are often in a tacit understanding and synchronization, but he is always behind or marginalized.

There was a bitterness in his heart, and the chain added Fang Fang and Freel's name to his enemy list in his heart.

No, it should be said that the names of these two people have always been there, but today they have added a strong stroke.

Chains is this kind of person, like a militant mad dog, staring at everyone who stands in front of him but is more capable than him, ready to pounce on him at any time.

Even if he couldn't bite to death for a while, he would still remember it in his heart, waiting for the next opportunity to fall his mouth.

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Walking in the deep winter of 714 in the dark calendar, Shuggs felt a little dazed and unreal.

He raised his head slightly, and there were still snowflakes falling in the silent sky.

Shuggs didn't feel cold, but a little tired, and his consciousness was full of surviving weakness.

His last remarks in the guild were really meaningless. The critical situation at the time could not give him any chance to think deeply. He could only hurriedly fabricate a'capable friend' based on Thor, and then use lies to uphold it. Sol's mystery and strength.

Shuggs didn't know that his specious remarks had successfully misled the three senior leaders, nor did he know that Izer's afterglow had once again indirectly saved his life.

In his heart, although Izel was not dead, he left after all.

Some people are like this, when he appears, it is difficult to hide the light even if it is low-key. And when he left, the fate of everyone around him seemed to have shifted a little bit because of him unknowingly.

At a fork in the road, Shuggs, who turned the corner, supported his slumped left hand, and suddenly accelerated with the pain of his whole body.

After a swift walk with hidden footsteps, he leaned in a hidden corner and became a part of the wall.

At the level of strength, he can't compete with the real thieves, but Shuggs still has a little confidence in the tracking and anti-tracking fields. After all, he has learned to be a hunter in the dark all winter.

After waiting in silence for a while, he almost fell asleep because of mental drowsiness, and finally Shuggs finally confirmed that there was no thief following him.

This does not seem to be the style of the guild.

Doubts were piled up in his mind, but he could no longer speculate. At this moment, he just wanted to find a place to rest for a while.

When subconsciously walking to an old house in the slum, Shuggs stopped silently.

To weave a credible lie, it is best to mix half of the true and the false, so the first story that Shuggs told in the guild is actually half of the truth.

He does have a mother, and he is indeed a prostitute, who lives here.

There was a time when Shuggs had come here more than once, and he always felt both familiar and unfamiliar with the ruined house in front of him.

The walls are randomly built with irregular stones and clay, and the rough walls are covered with smoky black, and occasionally sporadic weeds stubbornly rush out from the cracks in the wall. This kind of simple and ruined houses can be seen everywhere in the slums, and maybe they will become a pile of silent ruins one night after a storm.

Time will always leave some gaps in the old walls, sometimes there will be a faint candlelight coming out of the house, and more often it will be pitch black.

She is...haggard far beyond her age, and may have been beautiful before, but the years have taken away the favor of her prematurely.

She's obviously not doing well, her clothes are full of patches, and she occasionally eats brown bread that orphans hate.

Shuggs always hides outside the house and looks at her silently through a crack in the wall, or peers. He was trying to find more reasons for the woman to abandon him in the orphanage, but it was a pity that the woman didn't give him a chance.

She suddenly fell ill when the winter snow was full that year, and then passed away at an incredible speed.

Later, for a long time, every time Shuggs proficiently touched the seam of the wall, all he saw were empty houses and dilapidated beds in the dark.

Until one time, an old woman who might be her sister walked up to Shuggs and told him.

"She's gone, buried in a cemetery outside the town."

After a pause, the old woman said again:

"She knows that you often come to see her, but I don't think you should come. The increasing guilt has aggravated her condition. She has nothing to leave for you. Now, this broken house is yours."

Suddenly getting the bad news made Shuggs a little dazed, and he squirmed the corners of his mouth subconsciously.

"I don't want anything, I just... don't want to be alone in the monastery."

"Then now you can stay alone in this broken house." The old woman said in a bad tone and turned to leave.

Oh shit! what is this?

The nameless rage filled his heart, but he could not find the source of the anger. Shuggs wanted to catch up and cut the old woman's throat and goug her eyes, and then smashed her head with a hammer.

But after rushing a few steps, he slumped back to the seam of the wall, peering silently at the empty house as usual.

Shuggs had been entangled countless times, and he wanted to ask her face to face why she abandoned herself in the orphanage.

poverty? Cold-hearted? Or is there some **** reason for maintaining dignity without knowing who the child’s father is?

But he hadn't figured out what expression he should face her, and he didn't even know whether he should face her or not.

It's all right now, and finally don't have to worry about those **** problems anymore.

For the rest of his life, he finally became a veritable orphan, and he was alone ever since.

In the coldest winter in that memory, Shuggs clearly remembered that he did not cry.

He thinks he shouldn't cry.

I was angry, I was strong, even if I was the only one, I would still live very well. Later, Shuggs always encouraged myself like this.

It wasn't until the president's fangs made up the half-truth story just now, and then suddenly burst into tears uncontrollably, that Shuggs suddenly realized that he was still sad after all.

Even if I tried to avoid it for a few years in my heart, this sadness has never been relieved.

Shuggs thought he was ridiculous. Think about those who deliberately pretend to be alienated, and think that they are handy and quietly peep, what is the point of life in front of life and death?

I should at least talk to her, even if the content and the truth are not satisfactory, Shuggs thought with great regret.

That woman left everything to herself, but she never came back here for her until now.

Pushing open the dilapidated wooden door, Shuggs entered the room for the first time.

Quiet, dilapidated, but there seems to be an inexplicable warmth.

The bed is well-kept, and it has been covered with dust after many days.

Shuggs lay down peacefully, trying to feel something, but it was a pity that her breath had long since dissipated.

I don't know if there will be any rain water leaking on a rainy day. He looked at the dilapidated roof and wondered for no reason.

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