Song of Time – Dusk Awakening Verse

Before the joy of the candidate's thank-you dinner was gone, the inside and outside of Star City were shocked by a shocking news, and they were panicked.

Early on Saturday morning, the Nanfang Daily, which had just been published, was sold out by people everywhere. Nothing else, just because the text on the front page of the headline was short but meaningful: this newspaper reported that a beast attack occurred in the village of Moritini on the east coast recently. The cause of the incident is still under investigation, and Iwaki has not responded to the incident, but according to relevant sources, no survivors were found at the scene...

The monsters far away in the dark swamp can attack across the sea! ? This sensational news stunned all Austronesians who were addicted to the comfort zone, and the intense fear that followed caused a surge in the peaceful island paradise for countless years.

All trips to the eastern beaches have been cancelled. The airship flights and railcar cruises close to the coast have strengthened security by several times. The military cruiser fleet has been patrolling the seas related to the incident 24 hours a day, and any disturbance can attract it. Countless searchlights of concern.

However, even so, it is difficult to eliminate the extreme behaviors of residents in remote areas due to threats to their lives. At the moment of receiving this news, some people have begun to consider taking a family of young people to Star City-the safest place in his mind for refuge; some people spend money to recruit veterans, want to form a civil self-defense force, to block possible monsters Attack; what's more, the incident was regarded as a warning of disaster and the doomsday theory was widely promoted, which caused a small-scale unrest, and finally went to jail.

The only profit in this matter is probably the Protestant presidential candidate. Under this devastating disaster, only the Protestant hall in the village was largely intact and survived. The believers took it as a miracle and proclaimed it everywhere, which really attracted many panicked people to join.

In addition, the "doing nothing" strategy pursued by the ruling Conservative Party has also received fierce criticism from everyone. The situation is so serious that even the current President Leviathan, who is ill at home, has to apologize to calm the public. In such a one-sided situation, the general trend of this election is almost doomed, and His Excellency Baron Sistine is full of energy and has no reputation for a while.

However, all this is still a story. At this moment, in the small study of Krono's house, Verut still sits behind the table, staring at the morning paper in front of him, still unable to believe this cruel reality.

After the banquet last night, he was still a little bit dubious when he learned of the incredible news from his partner. After all, Secor’s sources are not reliable, and remarks such as "I heard from others..." and "He has a friend just from the East Coast" do not prove that it is the truth.

However, this morning’s newspaper and his father’s meaningful nod are enough to dispel all his remaining doubts. There is no anger or sorrow for the rest. There is only one deep doubt that cannot be dispelled: Why did he do this?

As a middle-level manager in the organization, he knows nothing more about the so-called "beast attack". How could those extremely stupid monsters travel across the ocean just to destroy a remote village, all because of divine power to induce drug experiments...

The teacher was very insistent on this secret experiment with lofty goals, but never talked to him. Even if he asked a few vaguely, he just sighed and sighed and felt compelled. Then he said some things that made steady progress, depicting the success Great blueprint. He also had psychological obstacles to this. However, he has never seen such an experiment with his own eyes. Secondly, although he has heard that the experiment is "not small", but to put it coldly, those are "enemy countries" after all. man of. Although he does not approve of this kind of harming innocent behavior, it would be too stupid to bet on his family and future for this...

This time, however, it was different. Not only did it happen to the people of his own country, but he also had contact with those "deceased", and it was naturally even more difficult to let go of it at this moment. He believed that the teacher would not suddenly change his mind for no reason, but this matter seemed incomprehensible to him. It seems plausible to say that it is merely to build momentum for sect candidates, or to deter disobedience, but it is not absolutely necessary-with the unstoppable development momentum of the sect, it is simply to show its strength in such a reckless manner. naive.

Why on earth? After thinking hard for a long time, he couldn't find a reasonable explanation. The hurdle in his heart was always in his throat, forcing him to breathe, and he got up and pushed open the window.

The early morning mist was wafting and spilling, and the moisture was stuck everywhere like oil stains that could not be washed, rounded into beads, showing a cold light. He took a deep breath to stabilize his mind, glanced at the busy servants in the courtyard with a touch of sadness, and then turned to look at the master bedroom by the opposite tower. The thick curtains were still drawn there, and his mother, who had been so busy with socializing all night, did not wake up from sleep, and knew nothing about his melancholy and worry at the moment.

At the dinner, Ms. Lovina’s hymn was still in his ears, but in a blink of an eye she did such an unspoken behavior, and most of them were goddess believers... He only felt that the song was like a malicious mockery, a knife. Piercing into the spine made him unable to straighten his body anymore. Reason tells him that for the family's consideration, he must not get into trouble in a good situation. But let him pretend that nothing happened, how can he be worthy of the kind faces, and how worthy of his helping hand when he is in trouble! ?

I can't do it... He exhaled a long white smoke in this morning mist, and the morning sun that turned around the treetops hit his forehead. He closed his eyes to avoid the dazzling dazzling brought by the golden light, and then went back. A figure in a gray-blue military uniform suddenly appeared in the room.

He was not surprised by the appearance of the incoming person, sat back in the chair in silence, lightly tapped his fingertips on the table, and asked in a low voice after a while: "...how?"

The Shadow Assassin did not answer immediately. He hung his head on the wall like an iron block, and Verut did not urge him. He quietly waited for him to soothe his unhappiness before he heard a mutter: "They are all at the head of the big sister... ...Except for Xiaodouzi and Little Pig..."

Sure enough, two children are still missing... He sighed secretly, leaned back in the chair, and continued to softly ask: "When did you arrive?"

"Just two days ago."

Two days ago...that is, as soon as his front feet left, they started to do it... He thought of the encounter in the hotel auditorium, the sudden enthusiasm of Mrs. Lanner, the bonfire party, and the people who moved from the airship. Xiangxuejiu, and his own abnormal sleepiness... All of these connected together to form a clear clue, pointing straight to the murderer behind the scenes.

What an evil eye! He gritted his teeth and pressed the anger that surged in his heart, knocked on the desktop for a long time, and suddenly asked: "They... all forgot you?"

"...Hmm." Saiker felt a little depressed and snorted from his nostrils. He didn't care much about what experiments or beast attacks, but the little friends who were playing together now don't know themselves, and there are actually two missing, which really makes him unhappy.

Sure enough...Virut didn't have any accidents. Every time a village suffered a "beast attack", there would always be some children who completely lost their memory in the orphanage in Baigang. He doesn't know how to evaluate it, is it that the executioners have not completely wiped out their humanity, or are they just treating it as an unusable "waste" recycling station?

In any case, he is almost powerless against this established reality. He was afraid that seeing the group of innocent children would make the already shaky inner barriers more vulnerable. Moreover, as a nobleman, if he frequented the orphanage, he would inevitably attract criticism from others. Therefore, he can only send something through Saikor from time to time to subsidize the increasingly tight cost. However, this time, he felt that he should stand up and do something...

"I want to go over and take a look..." He was silent for a long time, and finally raised his head to look at the Shadow Assassin.

"Now?" Saiker had never been to the orphanage with Velut, and suddenly felt that there was something weird that he couldn't tell. After all, it was the place where he once lived.

"Let’s finish breakfast first, I have asked someone to prepare it." Virut picked up his mood for the time being, and while his mother was not awake, he planned to entertain his companions first. Unexpectedly, when he got up, three times came from outside the door. Tap: "Master, there are guests waiting for you in the lobby."

Who would come to visit early in the morning... Some doubts flashed in his mind, and he replied "Here is here", and beckoned to the shadow assassin on alert. Saiker instantly turned into a black shadow attached to him, and as he strode down the stairs and around the brick stone corridor, he saw a black robe figure standing in the hall, turning around and bending over to give salute.

"Good morning, Master Virut." Ku Rong's unique hoarse voice emanated from the cloak. "Your teacher told me to pick you up."

"What's so urgent?" The silver-haired young man was depressed, but he still greeted him with a smile. He invited him to the seat for tea, waved his hand to let the servants retreat, and pretended to be polite, "I'm not afraid of your jokes, I just got up. How about breakfast, why don't you leave after eating with your husband?"

"In that case, I will wait outside the door, please don't worry, and enjoy it slowly..." Ku Ronggan laughed a few times, turned his head and left, before leaving the door, he glanced deeply behind him.

When Virut saw him walking far away, he took his smile away, and compared his hand to his side. Saiker consciously showed his figure and sat opposite him.

"This guy is really annoying..." The Shadow Assassin hates everything that can be seen through his shadow, and he murmured a few times before warning his companions, "He is in such a hurry to find you, it must be no good, it is better to go with you. Right."

"Mischief..." Velut could somewhat guess the teacher's intention to find him, and it must be inseparable from the beast disaster in the fishing village. His heart was wobbly about this, how could he let this reckless boy follow him, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and immediately turned into a servant outside the door, bends and waited for the order.

"You take the guests to dinner first..." He squinted at the shadow assassin, and Saikor got up and followed the attendant as usual, turned his head to see that he was still standing there, and asked strangely: "Aren't you going to eat? ?"

"You go first, I'll come later..." He lied calmly, but didn't expect that he didn't lie to his companion this time.

"...Hey, don't you want to sneak away by yourself?" The Shadow Assassin raised his brows, grinded his teeth angrily, and stayed there.

"...I can't take you there, don't think about it." Seeing that the silver-haired youth was seen through, he didn't explain much. He refused his request mercilessly and was about to go out.

Secor was angry and anxious. He was thinking about how to follow him quietly, but he heard the countess's hasty question from outside the door: "Willy, why is there a guest early in the morning, who is it?"

"You are here just right, mother, I have to go out in a hurry. Please entertain guests for me."

"Okay well, you are careful on the way." Mrs. Krono had just heard the waiter report a visit, and she hurriedly freshened up and waited. She was just in time for her son to go out, and she agreed without thinking.

"I have ordered someone to prepare breakfast, please be sure to keep him until I come back." Viru said in a very meaningful way.

"I know." The lady smiled and waved goodbye to her son. Then she turned and walked into the hall. When she saw Saiker's stiff face, she felt that countless throat concretions were added to the original comfortable air in the morning.

"Ah...Auntie, hello." The Shadow Assassin stammered and called a name that violated noble etiquette, and caused a slight twitch on his wife's face. It took a long time to force a smile on his face: "OK...OK, you ...Please sit down."

Saikor sat back at the table with a bitter face, and was so angry at Verut's despicable actions that he wanted to jump his feet, but he didn't want to leave a worse impression on the mother, so he could only helplessly. The wife also slowly came over to sit with her on the opposite side, without saying a word, but in her heart she scolded the son who had deliberately spoiled her.

They both sat down in this silent hall with their own thoughts, but they all expected the waiter to serve breakfast quickly, so as to temporarily alleviate the embarrassing situation.

Troubles broke out in the Earls Court of Crono early in the morning, and the atmosphere in the Embassy of Taraguo in the eastern suburbs was also solemn.

Unlike Velut, when Shun received the news, what Shun was thinking was not the impact of the beast disaster, but something more essential: what kind of monster can launch an attack across oceans?

He has been in the mercenary guild all the year round under a false identity. He doesn't know these alien monsters well, and he is quite experienced, but he has rarely encountered aquatic monsters, let alone crossing the ocean... Is it something good at long distances? Flying monster? But there are countless small villages and towns that can launch aerial attacks near the Dark Swamp, so why don't they have to travel thousands of miles to such a place?

Moritini... he faintly felt where he had heard the name, but he couldn't remember it for a while, so he turned his head and asked the ambassador who was sitting on the other side of the long table: "What is so unusual about this fishing village? "

Ambassador Ye Xu leaned back in his chair lazily, as if he didn’t care about this vicious foreign casualty incident. He took a thin white cigarette and played with it in his hand. After thinking and thinking about it, he replied, “I haven’t heard of anything. special……"

"Really..." The prince ran through the memory a few more times, but found nothing, and gave orders in a formulaic tone, "Let the southern ports be more vigilant, and ask Santa to send a few more. The divine powers of the water system will assist in the defense. If necessary, they can cooperate with the Southern Kingdom Fleet. It hasn't been long since the beast disaster in Yuecun, this time there must be no more accident!

"Okay, then I'll get someone to arrange it." The ambassador nodded and walked out of the study with a cigarette in his mouth, to inform the country about protection.

Shunmo sat and thought for a while, still feeling that the name of the place was familiar, but he was puzzled, and turned his head and glanced at the window. In the cold morning light, Jin Yuan, in a white samurai robe, was silently waiting on his pot of four-color four-flavored tea, as if he had no other intentions.

This peculiar fragrant tea originates from the white wasteland in the north of Tara Country. After the hot water is soaked, it will show four shades of purple, red, yellow and green due to the weight of the tea added and the ironing time. Changes and tastes are also very different. It can be called a masterpiece that tests the skill of the tea masters.

Naturally, as far as possible is one of the masters. He started very steadily, there was no trace between the tea leaves and unwinding, and his eyes were extremely keen. The slightest changes could be understood in his heart. It is no wonder that the tea ceremony will have the current results. Just as at this moment, three bowls of tea have been placed in front of him, purple, red, and yellow in a row, pure and pure, with no extra leaves, only the last bowl of green has not been completed.

Looking at his companion's concentration so much that he was reluctant to leak the slightest side of the face, Shun gradually calmed down. After being injured as far away as possible, he did not dare to let the other person leave the safe place under his control, for fear of an accident-the **** and scary scene that night, he never wanted to see it again.

It's just that the companion is getting depressed day by day when he is doing nothing. He looks at it, but he can't speak. Unable to withstand the strong request of the Gunguard to go to the banquet last night, Shun finally had to agree, but he still didn't let up in private, and secretly called for someone to protect him, but he didn't know it.

At this moment, seeing the far-reaching immersion in the tea ceremony as usual, it seems that he has finally recovered from the anxiety after the attack. Shun also felt a bit of comfort in his heart, waiting for him to finish the last cup of praise, but unexpectedly, the transparent tea bowl was about to Turning from yellow to green, but then back to red in an instant, the beautiful words that made him write a good belly manuscript got stuck in his throat, and his smiling face became stiff.

"..." Looking at the cup of tea that had been lost because of a momentary trance, I couldn't help but feel a pity. He pursed his lips and was about to pour it out. Turning his head to see Shun's smiling face, he suddenly became angry. .

If it weren’t for just remembering the series of changes last night, how could he have lost his sense of measure, the man who was the culprit would dare to make fun of himself... He put the tea bowl back on the tray and turned his heels. He came to the desk with the wooden tray and put it down gently, four bowls in a row in the center of the desk.

When the prince saw his expression, he knew it was bad. He quickly picked up a bowl and drank without saying much. After a few coughs, he turned to his doubts, "Do you have any impression of this fishing village?"

Frowning as far as possible, watching the prince drink the four bowls of tea in turn, he seemed to think of the origin of the place name, and he hesitated to ask: "Morritini...isn't Jiehai's hometown?"

Boundary sea! ? Thunder suddenly exploded in the prince's heart, and he couldn't help but bounced up, taking a breath of cold air. That's right! Isn't Moritini Village the hometown of Jiehai? Why forgot it! ? When he thought that Jiehai's mother who was alone at home might be killed in this beast disaster, he felt panic. He grabbed the robe from the hanger and lifted his foot to walk out the door, but he was stopped by the gun guard. .

"How will your Highness go?" Although Jinyuan was equally disturbed, he did not lose his composure, and rationally reminded him to pay attention to his identity at this moment.

Shun's hurried footsteps stopped immediately, his hands were already holding the door frame but it was difficult to step forward. Now that he has clearly identified his identity, his every move is related to the country, and he lives in the focus of everyone, which gives him some conveniences, but loses the right to freedom of action.

"The situation is unclear at this time, no one dares to let you pass like this, not to mention, if it is as the newspaper says... even if you get there, there is nothing you can do." Jin Yuan coldly said the reality, hoping to dispel him This dangerous thought. The situation in Nandao is extremely complicated, and he is still worried that the Dark Lord, who may attack at any time, will let Shun run to the land of death so recklessly! ?

The prince understands what he said is true, but his heart is not stable. He frowned and thought for a long time. After all, he didn't find a suitable excuse, so he could only throw his robe against the hanger, then turned around or sat behind the desk, leaning on the back of the chair, secretly angry.

The Gunguard was the worst at persuading people. Seeing him depressed, he didn't know what to say for a while. After thinking about it, he remembered the gift that the assassin leader gave to "Miss Wen" last night. He kept taking it by his side to prevent it from being left, drew it into his pocket and handed it over: "This is the gift that Virut asked me to hand over to you last night..."

Virut? How could that guy give me a gift? Shun raised his eyebrows and didn't speak. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the black wooden box. It took a long time before he cast a questioning look, and said calmly as far as he could: "It's indeed for you."

"Huh, I'm playing mystery..." The prince hummed disdainfully, and then he took a quick glance, but was stunned.

Seeing his strange expression, the gun guard suddenly had a bad feeling. He leaned forward slightly and saw that there were three bottles of golden magical potions lined up neatly in the box. He couldn't recognize what kind of potion it was, but just by looking at the bottle body carefully carved with light blue crystal, he knew that it was absolutely valuable.

What does it mean to send medicine? Could it be the South Island tradition? He stared at the golden potion and didn't react for a while, and then looked at the wooden box carefully. He received two wooden boxes last night. He still remembered the first one clearly, but the latter was because of the sudden appearance of the white robe elder. He just put it away in a panic. Who thought it was so coincidental, but he took the wrong one. Up!

How to do? His heart tightened, and even his expressionless face was a little flustered, and his whole body stretched unconsciously. He was searching his stomach to explain how to explain, but the prince suddenly patted the tabletop.

"Bastard! It's a provocation!" Shun frowned and yelled, his eyes clinging to the wooden box, and he didn't look as far away as he could. "He must know that you were injured, and he deliberately sent medicine to stimulate him. Me! It's so deceiving!"

The gun guard opened his lips slightly and listened to his impulsive speculation. Before he recovered from his dumbness, the prince issued an instruction: "Go and call all those on duty today. If you don't respond, what can I do? Swallow this breath!"

"I..." I didn't expect it to expand like this at all. I only had time to spit out a word in my dazedness, and was interrupted by Shun's repeated urging: "Go ahead, you put away this box of things, sooner or later He reaped the fruit, hum!"

The prince slapped the lid of the box and threw it over. He stepped to the window sill in a few steps, leaving only a silent back as far as possible. The gun guard reflexively took the wooden box, and opened his mouth without daring to say anything, he could only put it in his pocket and strode out of the room.

Shun was immersed in anger for a while and didn't think too much. After standing for a while, he calmed down some of his anger, and then changed his mind and felt that it made no sense. This potion may not be clear as far as possible, but he is no stranger. At this moment, there is a bottle in the inner pocket hidden at his waist, in case of emergency. It is called a constant potion, which not only can quickly heal the divine damage, but also has no side effects at all.

Where did he get so many bottles of such precious medicine? How can you easily give life-saving things to others! ? Besides, the kid pretended to have a good hand when we met last time, and didn't want to reveal his identity at all, so how could he play such a silly game? When he thought of this, he felt unbelievable. Could it be that someone moved his hands and feet in the middle? But what is the purpose?

Let's first ask the watchman last night... He stood quietly in this morning in the South Island where the warmth was gradually fumigating, and suddenly a gloomy sneer appeared: Good Virut, no matter what you plan. Easily escape from my palm!