Song of Time – Dusk Awakening Verse

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Early on Tuesday morning, the genius was overwhelmed, and the Countess Crono got up in high spirits.

At this time, she would say hello to the crowing husband at most, and she could sleep in a blink of an eye, but today is the only exception. Her baby, who hadn't seen news for half a month, finally sent a telegram yesterday, saying that she had bought a ticket to return to the city and was able to arrive at the station at 8 this morning, which made her so happy that she didn't sleep peacefully all night.

I don’t know where he went, whether he’s eating well outside, and if he met any bad guys... She moved the chair and sat on the electric stove in the small kitchen, while turning the pot of carefully cooked clams. The cream soup, while thinking about it repeatedly. This child has never been away from home for so long. At first, she thought it was just going for a few days, but she didn’t expect to wait for two weeks, and she didn’t even have the slightest confidence. It really made her angry and there was nowhere to vent her hate. .

It's all to blame for the deadly weird Moredia... She cursed inexplicably. I don't know how her husband got in touch with this guy. Although the Protestant sect has developed rapidly in recent years, she is also very happy to see that the Cronor family can catch up with this ride and grab some benefits from it. But it wasn't that she revealed her shortcomings, just because of Glade's rigid appearance, the military department that can be regarded as rigorous in style is not flattering, how can she be favored by this important figure in the Protestant sect?

Forget it, what about him... Man, the way to make friends is always weird... She raised her arm and straightened the linen sheath on her sleeve, took a spoon of seafood soup and tasted it, and thought it tasted just right, hurry up Turning off the electric stove, carefully put the whole casserole into the heat preservation box on the table.

At this moment, seven bells ringing on the hour came from the hall. She quickly took off her sleeves, stroked the purple orchid dress with lace flowers, and shouted to the maid who was still sorting out the flowerbed outside the door. "Hurry up and ask the master to have breakfast. They have an emergency meeting today. Don't read the newspaper and read the time too late." She finished her order, and when she looked back at the soup she had just made, she reminded me worriedly. : "I made the pot of soup on the table for Willie, don't bring it to him!"

"I know, Madam." The maid knew that the two masters had been tantrums recently because of the young master, she secretly covered her mouth and smiled, turned and went back to work again.

This dead girl... The lady was slightly shy when she caught sight of that little movement, turned her head and sat at the table, drank the rest of the soup while it was hot, and put away the empty bowl, and then walked to the vestibule like a walk. She had to rush to the Xijiao Rail Car Terminal before 8 o'clock to welcome Baby Willie home. Goddess protects her, her heart that has been trembling for half a month, to this day, she can finally land safely.

The long whistle of the siren condensed Virut's thoughts scattered in the sea of ​​memories. He still maintained the same posture as when he got in the car, looking out the window with his waist straightened up, and meticulously correct, only a little bit of fatigue after a long journey remained on his face.

The railcar slowly decelerated to get into the station. He also turned his gaze back, habitually looking at the gray lieutenant's uniform that was not messed up, and buckled his military cap neatly before patted it against his shoulder and fell asleep. Saiker, drooling.

"Hmm...Ah, are you here?" The Shadow Assassin managed to open his sleepy eyes and looked out the window. He yawned and stretched out when he saw the iconic mangrove corridor in the distance. Little master is going to play around all night today, no one can bother me!"

Virut stared coldly at the carefree idiot face, and didn't bother to teach him at this moment, and reached out to straighten out his gray and blue non-commissioned officer uniform that was sleeping crumpled: "Wait my mother. Definitely come over, be serious, don't be okay to make her angry."

He tightly fastened the two ever-open style buttons for the other party, and gave him a warning look, but the shadow assassin still looked like a hippie smiling face: "I know, I'm not a fool, so many times. I will always remember it."

It's strange to remember...Virut couldn't help sighing when he heard the seemingly contented tone. The car had stopped, and he didn't want to delay any more time. He reached out and took off the military cap hanging on the window sill and took a picture of his face. Holding the small suitcase by his feet, he strode out with a steady military posture.

This mission finally came to an end. As he walked, he remembered the letter that Iron Hand forwarded to him yesterday—that was specially written by the teacher. In addition to a few words of relief, the letter also laid out in detail an excuse for him to express this long-term trip to others: this trip is to assist in the investigation of new ocean-going ships, and because the matter is confidential, it cannot be informed in advance. In addition to a few sets of changes of clothes, the suitcase he was carrying also contained a warship pass, a personal entry and exit declaration certificate, and a few deep-sea pearls that he brought to his parents as gifts.

He knew that the teacher with great magical powers would definitely be able to make all the traces without flaws, and there was no surprise in his heart, but he was still uneasy about the failure. However, he is about to meet his mother. I'm afraid that any expression other than surprise will cause her mother to think about it. He doesn't want to worry his family. With a slightly tired smile on his face, he leads Saikor who rushes to quickly. Crowded in the crowd and walked towards the exit.

The countess was standing outside the waiting box specially set up for the nobles, shaking her silk fan and chatting casually with a few chance ladies, but her eyes kept looking at the royal blue railcar reflected by the sunrise, her expression changed. There was unstoppable eagerness.

"Let me say that she deliberately didn't see people to increase her worth. We rushed over all the way, even if we came out to drink a few sips of tea? What if it is inconvenient to see guests because of illness, who would believe this excuse!? It's so mad! Are you right, Mrs. Crono... Mrs. Crono?" A lady who came back from Baigang last weekend was full of grievances, she spit out bitterness with her eyes slanted for a long time, see The other party did not speak, but yelled a few suspiciously.

"Oh, isn't it... Oh, my son has come out! Next time I'm looking for you for tea!" The countess replied perfunctorily, and she saw Virut who appeared from the exit, so she could comfort her. With her fragile nerves, holding the fan and lifting the skirt, she greeted her with a smile.

"Villi, this way! This way!" She was afraid that the child did not see herself, crowded in the crowd without aristocratic demeanor, waving a fan and greeted him desperately, until she was surrounded by the rushing figure. I feel that the world has calmed down in an instant, and my heart is full of warm satisfaction.

"Mother, what are you doing here?" Velut was taken aback by such a sudden move, and quickly led her away from the crowd, with a helpless smile on his face.

The wife didn't seem to hear it at all. It was not enough to drag him to the left and to look at the right. After a while, she frowned, stared at his slightly thin face because of repeated injuries, and sighed: "Why have you been out for so long without replying? , At least I should say an address, so I can send something over! Look at you, thin! Hey..."

"Because it is a secret operation of the military department and in the far sea, there is no way to send you a letter." Verut said casually, holding her arm and walking out, and Saiker behind him also put his hands in his pants pockets. , Diao'erlang followed him, and when he was seen by the sharp-eyed wife Yuguang, he suddenly pulled his face down.

"Why is that **** still following you?" The lady leaned into his ear and whispered a complaint, then caught a glimpse of Shadow Assassin's swaying and smirking face, and found this person extremely annoying, "He was nervous all day. I even gave me a weird worm on my last birthday, which almost scared everyone to death! You can't talk to him anymore, you will get into trouble sooner or later."

"...How could it be?" Verut looked stiff and replied dryly. It was difficult for him to explain to his mother why he had made friends with this seemingly unreliable partner. He could only cough loudly a few times to remind the idiot behind him to pay attention to his appearance, but the effect was minimal.

The lady murmured a few more words and then left the matter behind, and instead asked about his experience along the way, Virut could only find a way to lie, but fortunately the lady rarely went out, and her knowledge was not broad. It's not hard to hide.

The three followed closely around out of the station. Two blue-jacketed sergeants had already stood outside the platform. After receiving their luggage, they led them to a gray-white locomotive. The wife asked her son to get in the car first, and then looked back at the student soldier who was smirking at her flatteringly, and forced a polite arc from the corner of her mouth: "Mr. Lupu, I'm really sorry. You see that my car is also small. , Can’t squeeze so many people, why don’t we say goodbye here."

Saiker was taken aback for a moment, tugged at the tightly bound collar and scratched his hair, still laughing and replied: "It's okay, it's okay, I just sit on it."

Before the countess could figure out what "sit on" meant, the guy jumped onto the roof of the car, sitting cross-legged steadily, ignorant at all. She stared blankly at the back of the car roof for a moment, and couldn't tell him to leave clearly, she could only get into the car with a straight face, urging the driver to speed up, wishing that the embarrassing kid fell over. After the car.

Virut sighed when he saw the low air pressure covered by his mother. My mother has never seen this guy's arrogant appearance in front of others, otherwise he would know that his performance at this time is definitely a "good baby"... He is the least good at how to deal with this kind of family conflict, and can only make trouble. At the beginning of the conversation, I asked my mother about the recent changes in Star City. Who would want to leave it alone? A big problem came up.

"Miss Wen... I don't know." Verut frowned, and after looking for it for a long time, without any information, he asked quietly, "It's rare for our family to host a dinner, how come there is a noble from Takiguni. ?"

"Lonnie brought her here. I think this lady is really nice. She is beautiful and has a dignified temper. The most important thing is that she is a high-ranking power!" The countess covered her mouth with a fan and smiled. She's like a senior matchmaker, "Think about it, if you marry her, maybe I can still hold a baby who is born to shine, and our Krono family will have a strong heir!"

Virut was confused by her instigation. She had never seen anyone before, and she didn't know the details of the other party. How could we get married? What's more, if it is true that such an outstanding character, as the mother said, is the focus of everyone's attention, how can one of his newly promoted aristocratic children be picked up? However, he didn't want to brush his mother's mind, he responded a few times casually, and changed the subject without revealing a trace, but quietly remembered such a stroke in his heart.

The locomotive drove fast and returned to the earl’s castle manor in a short time. The return of the young master gave the servants and guards a bit of joy. After a busy cleaning and cleaning, they finally settled down and gathered outside the hall to watch the young master eat breakfast.

"Come on, drink more, this, but I made a special stew for you this morning." The lady took a sea bowl to fill the soup and brought it to Verut to persuade him.

"Thank you, mother." He hurriedly reached out and took it, looking at the steaming bowl of cream soup, with a wry smile in his heart. He actually didn't like such a greasy seafood soup, because his mother made it deliberately. In order not to waste his mind, he just drank it cleanly every time. For a long time, it made his mother think that he liked the taste.

He silently sipped the soup, and the countess sat beside him with enthusiasm. Saikor, who was left in the cold, bit on the dry bread with sauce, and kept looking at the casserole, wishing to **** it. Drink a sip.

This resentment was quickly noticed by Virut, and he was also very happy to shed this sweet burden a little bit, then put down the bowl and smiled: "Mother, I can't finish drinking so much, so let's give some to the guests."

The smile on the lady’s face stopped for an instant. She didn’t want to get up early and the result of her hard work was for nothing. The little bastard, but she couldn’t prevent her son from coming to Taiwan in front of outsiders. She was thinking how to dissuade her. The Shadow Assassin, whose ears were erected, hurriedly picked up the casserole.

"Thank you Madam!" He poured the soup into the bowl with tiger teeth blooming, and the countess was so angry that her cheeks trembled and she gritted her teeth.

After this weird breakfast was over, Saiker was finally ready to leave with satisfaction, and Virut sent him to the door, and exclaimed a few words uneasy: "The prince Takiguni doesn't know if he will stop, this For a few days, you should be careful not to show your feet. Everything will wait until I have seen the teacher."

"I know." The full-fledged Shadow Assassin half-squinted and waved his hand, and walked away with his trouser pockets in his pockets. The rest of the thoughtful young lord looked at his back, and it wouldn't matter if the sky fell down. The lack of heart and eyes shook his head endlessly.

Until dusk, the Earl hurried back from the military headquarters. When he saw his son, he didn't bother to eat, and first took him to the study to discuss business matters.

"I am very dissatisfied with the plan of action this time." He took off his military cap and straightened his silver hair soaked in sweat. He looked at the young man standing like a gun at the desk, his eyes were chilly and he showed no tenderness. Even if you are fighting in a remote location, you should not trust others when the information is unknown. You should trust others when you are in the middle of life and death. Even the stupidest person will not do this."

He completely ignored his son's face, and started with a stern rebuke: "I reminded you beforehand that since there is no harmonious coexistence team, you should find ways to set your chess pieces and abandon your soldiers if necessary. How did you do it? Use yourself as a bait, but let them come back first! It's as hard to escape punishment as a failed mission. Do you think they will accept your favor?"

Verutt did not argue, he stood with his hands down and expressionless. The count knew what he was thinking, with a trace of unpredictable guard on his face, and continued to teach: "I don't know why he sent you... but you have to remember Live, at any time, at any time, you can’t just make judgments based on second-hand information, even if the information comes from the people closest to you..."

Virut felt that there was something in his words, and was about to ask, when he heard several knocks outside the door. The countess smiled and opened the door and walked in. Seeing the father and son with the same stiff faces, she was accustomed to making a round of battle: "It's OK, the child has just returned. Don't just say something unpleasant. Let's eat first." She didn't care whether her husband liked it or not, she took her son's arm and pulled it out. Virut didn't dare to defy, so she could only temporarily hold down her doubts and leave the study with her.

However, Glade did not get up, and sat behind the desk, looking solemnly at the thick newspaper clippings on the desk. The news received at today's meeting surprised him. As someone who knows something inside, he felt a kind of creepy horror.

The Protestant sect has developed more and more unscrupulously in recent years, and it has actually done such a thing now. If there is no way to check and balance, I am afraid of the future situation... He thought of the tall figure hidden behind the scenes, and his heart was chilled, and he pointed. After beating back and forth on the desktop for a long time, he finally sighed slightly.

The Krono family has only been passed down for three generations, and after all, the foundation is too shallow. His grandfather came to the South Island from a distance of thousands of miles from the Northland. He established this family business with his keen business sense and superior shipbuilding skills. However, because of his low background, he could hardly be accepted by the conservative aristocracy. Later, it spread to myself, because it was accidentally favored by the daughter of the "Ship King" Count Audreyvis, which opened up the situation and allowed the Krono family to barely rank among the middle-class nobles.

The creation of a family is difficult, but it takes even more effort to protect it. Seeing that he is about half a hundred years old, there is only one son in the family, and he is still involved in this turbulent underground torrent. How can he let him relax? From beginning to end, he couldn’t understand why his son had no divine power and no family background, but he was able to get the blue eyes of the underground master who called the wind and the rain, and even accepted him as a disciple to teach carefully...

Moredia Fryer... He chewed the name repeatedly, his eyes getting deeper and deeper. In any case, if you want to survive this coming storm, the Krono family can only cling to the big tree of Protestantism. But now, the rise and fall of the family are tied to the hands of one person. He has to do everything possible to make his son safely escape from the storm, if necessary...

He pressed his mouth tightly and made up his mind. He glanced at the sweat-soaked military cap on the table, picked it up and put it on if nothing happened, and smoothed out the slight wrinkles on the uniform before he got up and walked towards the dining room. Go.