Song of Time – Dusk Awakening Verse

Upset

The silence in Fryer Manor was as usual, and it seemed that the ups and downs of the outside world could not have any effect on it.

Beside the small wooden table by the lotus pond, Virut sat silently opposite the teacher, watching him wear the white gloves that never seemed to be taken off, flipping through the daily newspaper that just arrived on the table, Hong Tong The doubts are even greater.

He originally wanted to ask for the truth with a questioning mentality, but when he saw the unexpected joy on the teacher's face, he suddenly felt that things might not be as simple as he thought. He has followed the teacher for many years, but he rarely sees such a joy that is revealed to the outside world. He believes that the teacher will never take the misfortune of others to please him. So what does this smile mean?

He pressured the accumulated confusion, and finally couldn't help but want to ask: "Teacher..."

"I know..." The elder interrupted suddenly, smiled softly at him, slowly folded the newspaper, and then put it into the stack of papers on the desk, "I should apologize to you, this could have been earlier. What I'm telling you is that the situation has been chaotic recently, and I am afraid of unexpected changes. You didn't say more when you came last time."

"How dare a student..." Virut was a little surprised by his low profile. "I just don't understand why the teacher... chose to do this in China."

"I know you have always had a lot of misgivings about the divine power induction experiment. It's also the fault that I haven't told you clearly, but this time it's different..." The elder did not hurriedly picked up a report from the paper pile. Gently send it to him, "I mentioned to you last time that the experiment has already made a big breakthrough, so I chose the target in China."

The silver-haired young man glanced down at the report. The cover of the report was clean. He didn't even write a word. He didn't hesitate for a moment. He just opened it and froze on the spot. The report is a neat row of tables, recording the villagers’ names, ages, identities, physical characteristics, and other personal information, but what surprised him was the content of the last column of the table, which was written in various forms. The supernatural power attribute and detection effect that are excited!

The elders saw his undisguised surprise, and also showed a bit of ease and joy: "You have also seen that this experiment was very successful. As long as they can safely pass the transition period, they are considered to be true power people."

"...The magic potion has been made!?" Even though Velut had already guessed, he really got the news from the teacher, and he couldn't help but confuse him for a moment and looked up at the elder in a daze.

"As long as the expectations are met, it can be said that there is only one step away from success."

a step far? He heard that there was another sudden change in his heart. After reading the report again, he found that there were a few villagers whose names he faintly remembered were missing. It was immediately obvious: It seems that this experiment is not perfect, and there is still a chance of failure. ...

He sighed secretly, closed the report gently, tapped and tapped his fingertips on the cover, but still couldn't let go of the few unrecorded names: "Teacher, I don't know what happened to the remaining people...?"

Moredia had long expected that he would ask this question, and he did not evade it. He frankly said: "There are two people who have lost the ability to move because they cannot withstand the impact of the divine power. Death... It is a pity that I will personally hold a mourning ceremony for him, hoping that he can return to the embrace of His Royal Highness."

"..." The silver-haired youth was momentarily dumb. Although the teacher said it solemnly, I am afraid that in his opinion, the "loss" of these few people is still a minor matter, and it is not worth the pain. But those who are after all their own citizens, and even believers in goddesses, became victims if they didn't know it or not, which made him really unable to accept them.

Observing his words, the elder naturally knew that he was guilty of compassion again, and he did not want to get entangled in this matter, so he changed the subject: "It just so happens that I have found two children with talents this time. I plan to train them. I will be your immediate subordinate in the future."

Talented power? Verut immediately remembered the two missing children, thinking of the sullen look of Saiker just now, and subconsciously asked for him: "Thank you, teacher...In this case, I don't know when I can meet them, so I can get closer. These relationships."

The elder shook his head and smiled: "Don't worry, they don't know anything now, and they have to learn from the beginning. When they have some foundation, it is not too late to arrange for you to meet."

"I understand." Virut knew that the teacher's arrangement would be difficult to change. He lowered his head and stopped asking. The elder said with relief when he saw it, "But for others, as long as the stabilization period has passed, they can meet you. For safety reasons, their memories have been erased. You have to be cautious when you say so."

Erased the memory? Suddenly he was surprised, thinking of the ignorant children in the orphanage, and a sense of absurdity floated in his heart: once he lost his memory, all the predecessors would be disillusioned, they...can still be regarded as the real selves?

He still remembered the hotel proprietress who had been together for a few days, thinking that she might no longer recognize the child she regarded as life. The sadness made him dare not think any more, he couldn't help but raised his head and asked: "Teacher, you Doing this...is it really appropriate?"

The elder did not expect that he would ask this. He paused for a moment and waited to understand the meaning of his words. Then he lowered his eyes to look at the report and asked in a low voice: "Do you know how many powerful people are on the island today? Just give a little You can get this honor at no cost. I think it's totally acceptable."

"But anyway... you should at least give them a choice first..."

"The right to choose?" The elder chuckled lightly, as if looking at him reproachfully, "Do you think someone would choose to reject this gift?"

Virut could not speak. The fact is indeed as the other party said, at least in this South Island where the power is scarce, no one will refuse the crazy temptation to "become a master", even if everything is put on it...

The elder watched him gradually lower his head again, waved the report and folded it in the pile of documents, and continued to persuade: "You know my troubles, the election is just around the corner, and there must be no flaws in the knots. It is helpless to do so. Excite. But you can rest assured that once the experiment is successful, we don't have to be so concealed, and naturally this situation won't happen again."

Virut knows the truth about the overall situation, but the shame that can't be erased keeps him from raising his head. After a long while, he replied with emotion: "I understand."

The elder seemed to have figured it out when he saw his face gradually slowing down, so he stopped mentioning this matter any more, and said softly, "Let's stop here for today. I think you have not been in good spirits lately, so pay more attention to rest." Waved to the room, two bottles of light green potion flew out immediately, and they fell straight to the palm of the hand: "Drink a little before going to bed every night, calm down, don't think too much."

"...Thank you teacher." Although the silver-haired young man had a bit of a dispute with the teacher, he did not awkwardly refuse. After he got up, he subconsciously glanced at the black robe figure who was meditating next to the lotus pond. Trail.

The elder did not send it this time either. When he turned around the bush and disappeared, he closed his eyes and glanced at the pile of papers on the table, as if saying to himself: "How?"

"Master Krono always wanders in his heart... It's hard to figure it out." Ku Rong still sat cross-legged by the pool, repliing casually.

It seems that the remarks just now didn't have much effect, and he had to think of a way... He quickly turned a few thoughts, and then hid them all back in his heart, holding up the glass of water on the table to avoid the topic: "She's recently... her body is getting worse and worse. You have been in the capital for a long time. I don't know if there is any way in the holy tower to deal with divine degeneration?

"About this point, I have never heard of it..." Ku Rong thought for a moment, and then considered his proposal, "The divine energy in the holy tower is infinitely full, and the powerful person is in it, and it is absolutely difficult to produce a degeneration reaction... Maybe, This method can be imitated to create a small closed divine power barrier..."

"Divine power barrier...Do you know the method?" The elder raised his head and glanced at him again.

"Your Excellency said and laughed. At this level, the Sacred Tower is not on the stage at all. If you want to figure this out, you have to rely on that..." Ku Ronggan laughed a few times, and looked towards the east without pointing anything. .

The elder followed him towards the rising golden sunrise, thinking to himself. After years of painstaking efforts, the chaos in the capital is about to start. At this critical juncture, he is inseparable from the physical condition of that person and cannot go to grab the fruit himself... Although he has some regrets about this, he is also It's not hard to choose. After all, there are countless strong people in the holy tower, and he can't expose the existence of the organization. It's unclear how big a wave can be caused by the strength of the Jade King alone. Compared with the uncertain results, of course the life safety of the person in front of them is the most important.

He thought for a while and finally made up his mind, took a sip, put down the water glass, and whispered to Ku Rong: "You go back as soon as possible and keep an eye on this for me. Then...I will send someone to assist you."

"As you wish." The Psion finally got the permission to return to Beijing, the thin face hidden in the cloak couldn't help but smile, got up to give a salute and left slowly.

The elder still sits still, the gentle sunlight is flowing on him, and the hot heat can hardly make his inextricably entangled mind shift slightly. What an eventful autumn... He looked at the swaying mangrove forest in the distance, sighed lightly, copied the papers on the table, and walked into the house with small steps.

In the Eastern Suburb Embassy, ​​after Shun arranged the task of strengthening surveillance for today's guards, and let them be dispatched separately, he still stood silently in front of the window, staring at the ancient trees outside the house.

He was left alone in the room at the moment, and he was transferred downstairs by his excuse to check the information again because he didn't want the other party to know that he had secretly sent someone to protect him-although he did well, he didn't tell him beforehand. It's always a little awkward. He was waiting for the insider to arrive. After turning a few possible accidents in his mind, he heard a knocking sound outside the door.

"Come in." He turned his head in an instant, and a guard-like figure in a blue military uniform stepped silently into the room.

"His Royal Highness, are you looking for me?" The man took off his military hat and gave a monk's salute.

Shun didn't talk nonsense, and nodded and went straight to the subject and asked: "When Krono gives the gift, can you be there?"

"Present."

"Have you ever seen someone walking weird beside him?"

"It was not discovered that only the countess was present beside him, and there was no sign of divine power."

"...Have other suspicious things happened since then?"

"Nothing unusual..." The guard recalled what happened last night, and replied without hesitation, "After that, an old man who claimed to be the butler of Ms. Lowina also sent a gift, but not much. Words."

Mrs. Lovina’s butler... is it the one named Louis? Because of the last performance, Shun spent some time with them in the capital, so he naturally still had an impression. If it was an accidental encounter, it would be normal to give a gift to express his heart, but he always felt that the whole thing was strange, and decided to ask from the beginning: "You will tell me what happened yesterday."

The guard spit out everything he heard and saw at the dinner party. The prince did not say a word after hearing it. He frowned and meditated for a while, and waved him to retreat. The room was quiet, but in Shun's heart, all kinds of distracting thoughts were coming up, and he couldn't figure it out. He couldn't figure out why the assassin leader didn't want to reveal his identity at all, why he would give such a gift, and he was even more surprised by the old butler's "prescribed thing", but he couldn't ask as far as he could about it. Expose your own small actions in private. At the time of the upset, there were a few more taps outside the door.

"...Come in." He was immersed in his thoughts and did not immediately respond, and when he turned around, he realized that the person had pushed in by himself.

He walked into the room with a thick stack of papers as far as he could, closed the door with his backhand, and saw Shun staring at him blankly when he turned around. He suddenly felt strange: At the meeting just now, the prince was still giving orders vigorously. So indecisive?

He just had something wrong, and now it is inevitable that he is still a little frightened, but fortunately he has always been expressionless, and it is difficult for others to see the difference. He gently put the documents he brought on the table, pretending to ask nonchalantly: "What happened again?"

"...It's nothing." Shun also felt a little gaffe, but he couldn't explain it. He coughed and flipped through the book. "Where did this book... come from? Why haven't I seen it?"

Seeing that he didn’t want to say anything, the gun guard turned around to tidy up the desk expertly, and answered casually: “I turned it over again, but I still didn’t see the omissions, so he took some old books that I hadn’t read, thinking maybe I can find out whether it is related to the Krono family from other places."

"That's not bad..." Shun didn't put his thoughts here at the moment, he murmured, and fell into silent thinking.

He packed up his documents as soon as possible. Looking back, he was still thinking and contemplating, and he softly persuaded him: "It's better to go to the meal first. Master Ye Xu has already sent someone to invite him, but he was in the meeting just now. Come in and disturb."

"Alright..." The prince didn't want to go down in the cold, took a few steps forward, took his coat, and gestured to him, and the two walked out of the study one after another.

The corridor was also silent, and the footsteps of the two overlapped and echoed and floated into the ears, which made Shun feel more embarrassed than in the room just now. In order to break this atmosphere, he could only temporarily interrupt his thinking, and carefully told his companions: "You have to keep an eye on him for this action. If you suffered their losses last time, how can you get back a game."

"Ok……"

"I thought about it for a long time... It is very likely that the guy still got the wrong gift... Anyway, we have to find out about that, and we have to deal with him after all."

"This is natural." His face remained unchanged, but he let out a long sigh of relief. Now that he said that, it seems that the mistake has finally been covered up.

"But then..." The prince turned his head and glanced at him weirdly, "Did you secretly open a tea workshop without telling me?"

"...No."

"Really not?" Shun frowned for a moment and couldn't help but laugh. "Yes, where is the business done in your icy appearance..." He laughed a few times and suddenly stopped, and fell into some thought, no Speak again.

How far did he know that he had no head and no brain to ask such a question, and now he was stuck in the middle of talking, and he couldn't help but be puzzled again. He followed the prince into the bright golden light outside, walking steadily and steadily, but the mess in his heart was like rain, and it was lingering no matter how hard he tried to wipe it away.