The Emperor’s Angel of Death

　　 After leaving the training ground of the Soms Noble Academy, Soshyang was about to board the Thunder Eagle to go to the Winter Palace to deal with some affairs. He saw a hesitant figure at the gate of the academy.

　　 He didn't know that person, but his instinct told him that this person came to him.

　　 In a sense, the kind of thing that person represents is also something he has been deliberately avoiding.

　　 "Go and see him."

　　 Gently, a hand was placed on Soshyang's shoulder.

　　 "You should know who he is. Avoidance is not a soldier's choice."

　　 Thor's soft words made Soshyang made up his mind. He jumped off the Lei Ying, which had been suspended, and walked towards the gate of the academy in the eyes of everyone's surprise.

　　 Those are bald men sweating profusely, slightly fat, wearing Nathan Star uniforms.

　　 He has been wandering at the gate of the academy for several days. The guards once wanted to drive him away, but under the sign of the senior management of the academy, this behavior was not executed and he was not let in.

　　 Only a few people know who he is.

　　 Seeing the star warrior coming with heavy steps, the door guard immediately raised the iron fence gate and stood respectfully on both sides of the gate.

　　 And the man hesitated after seeing the person he hoped to appear, and he hesitated for a long time without daring to step into the door.

　　 In the end, it was Soshyan who walked in front of him.

　　 An extraordinary angel, a poor and weak mortal, facing each other, it is like an absurd drama.

　　 The man took out a greasy handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, and faced an Astarte at such close range, which put a lot of pressure on his spirit.

　　 But compared to other people, he has more reason to talk to each other at such a close distance.

　　 After putting the handkerchief back into his pocket, the man squeezed his hands tentatively, bent down, and said tremblingly:

　　 "Tang, cousin..."

　　 His voice was very soft, but it was enough to make the surrounding guards look sideways, and they shook neatly at that moment.

　　 But for Soshyang, being called a brother by people other than Astarte really feels a bit weird.

　　 Soshyang pondered for a moment the mystery of the family, which is a bond that mortals cannot understand once they become Astarte.

　　 Usually, their brotherhood in the battle group will be described as a family.

　　 The word "brother" itself, isn't it a member of the family?

　　 However, father, mother, son-Soshyan is not so far away from humanity that he understands that those things are completely different.

　　 Although their emotions are alien to him.

"you--"

　　 Soshyang raised his hand slightly, but put it down again.

　　 He doesn't even remember what this person is called.

　　 "Cousin, this is Nerio. I was only 6 years old when you left."

　　 Looking at the man's sincere face, Soshyang did not feel a sense of intimacy caused by blood.

　　 "Nelio, what can you do with me."

　　 Soshyang tried his best to ease his tone, but this sounded stiff enough to Nerio, which made him a little discouraged.

　　 The expected joyous meeting was just torn apart.

　　Perhaps the angels really stayed away from humanity in order to defend the empire, as the rumors said.

　　 "Cousin, I...I want to tell you something, something that happened after you left."

　　 "Sorry, but I am very busy now, there are many things to deal with."

　　 "No, no, no!"

　　 Nelio waved his hand and said in a protesting tone:

　　 "You must listen and take a look!"

　　 Soshyang's brows frowned immediately...

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　　 In the graveyard of the Aleksey family, looking at the tombstone that had been honed for some years, Soshyan fell into deep contemplation.

　　 Here lies his father-not the "father of genes" in the sense of the warband, but the father who contributed to the birth of his body and accompanied him in his mortal years.

　　 Nelio stood beside him and said in a daze:

"After you left, cousin, uncle began to indulge in studying family history. He forgot to sleep and eat, and finally fell ill ten years ago, and he was very sick. But he refused any life-sustaining devices and is still studying the ancient family history. history."

　　 Regarding the man lying in the tomb, Soshyang could only find a little bit of debris from the fragments of memory.

　　 Neat beard, oily pipe, and the lingering smell of ink.

　　 But no matter what it was before, he is now dead, a dead bone in the tomb.

　　 That's it.

Only--

　　 Soshyang felt the ring on his chest again. Although it had been on his body, it was rarely felt. Soshyang always deliberately ignored it.

　　 He blinked and whispered:

"she was--"

　　 After that, Suo Shiyang didn't know how to say it for a while. Nelio was taken aback for a while, and suddenly realized who Suo Shiyang was referring to.

　　 "Uncle, she..."

　　 Nerio sighed.

　　 Then Nerio led Soshyang to his former home, which is now a deserted house overgrown with vegetation.

　　 The two elderly servants in the house saw the majestic Astarte appear, and they fell to their knees in terror. When Nelio revealed the identity of the giant, both of them were shocked.

　　 "It turned out to be... Master Soshyang!"

　　 "Master Soshyang is back!?"

　　 Soshyang looked at the two wrinkled faces~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but there was no memory in his mind.

　　 "My cousin is here to see my aunt."

　　 Hearing Nerio's words, the two hurriedly got up and led them to the mansion in front of a small wooden church.

"Since you left, the young master, the lady has prayed for you day and night. Whether it is sick or widowed, she has never stopped for a day. After the master's death, she even moved the house where you used to be in the church. Live in it."

　　 An old servant said, and tears fell.

　　 "She missed you so much, but she didn't dare to say it. She could only pray to the emperor for your safety. Many people said she was crazy, she was a crazy woman, but madam..."

　　 "She is now..."

　　 Soshyang interrupted the other party.

"……How."

　　 Two servants, look at me, I look at you, and shook my head.

　　 Finally, it was Nerio who told the truth.

"Five years after my uncle's death, my aunt also fell down. She only slept for four or five hours a day. The rest of the time was used for prayers. In addition to other diseases, her organs were severely exhausted... The doctor installed a set of primary vitamin Health system, but it can only last for three years."

　　As he said, Nerio also choked up.

"But a year ago, the doctor said that my aunt's brain was dead and the life-sustaining device was removed, but she...she persisted, still breathing, but she could not speak, could not see, and did not have anything to touch. feel."

　　 Soshyang did not speak, but walked forward and gently pressed his hand on the wooden door.

　　 After taking a deep breath, he carefully opened the door...