Longmen Memoirs

Chen Mo suddenly understood her smile, but he would rather he didn't understand it.

She was laughing at herself and the people in front of her, but most of all, it was herself.

"Then she must be very disappointed. I'm not dead yet. Oh, by the way, there's you."

W is glad that he is still alive, but he can't help but use it to make some harsh sarcastic remarks about others.

"...You actually dare to appear in front of me. Thanks to you, I almost lost my life this time."

"You look good."

"Ha, are you blind?"

"Can you still move?"

"Why should I stay here if I can move."

When Chen Mo carried her on his back, she was unusually calm. Only then did Chen Mo realize that W's body was surprisingly light, but Chen Mo only remembered her ferocity and mean sarcasm.

She kept a tattered picture frame next to her, the photos inside long gone.

Maybe she was glad in her heart that she was still alive, but she was destined not to say thank you. Of course she hated that after she survived, the first person she saw was the one who almost killed her. Chen Mo.

"You actually hate me, don't you?" After carrying w, she whispered in Chen Mo's ear: "Why don't you pretend you didn't find me and let me die here. If it were me, I would definitely do that. "

She seems to want to die here. No one likes to come into contact with her who is mean and narrow-minded. Or in other words, she doesn't trust anyone, so she builds a wall high in her heart, and everyone who walks under the wall People, she had a subconscious hostility towards them.

"...So why are you pretending to be nice? Aren't you tired?"

Chen Mo didn't answer.

It seems that being abandoned is the acceptable outcome for w.

w She, she has her own prejudice against the world. Everyone is an unscrupulous person for themselves. Like her, she hides herself in the rising smoke of the battlefield, or becomes what she thinks she is. Same.

But she won't struggle to beg people to put her down. She is very peaceful, but she can't get over the prejudice in her heart.

Walking in the gray city that was abandoned many years ago, the war between wind and sand has eroded the past city of Kazdaele, leaving only a piece of neglected ruins and weeds growing desperately between the collapsed mud cracks.

Her red eyes were deeply engraved into every corner of the city, falling on the weeds in the cracks of the ruins.

"Ines is very worried about you. When we found her, she kept saying that she was going to find you. She was afraid that you would die here."

Chen Mo spoke suddenly.

"Don't say the word "death" easily, w. Before you say this word, there are still people who hope you can survive. Even if there is only one person, you should try your best to live. Death is easy, but living is far more difficult than dying. A lot."

"Ha, what qualifications do you have to teach me a lesson?" She sneered softly with disdain.

"I killed a lot of people, so I never considered myself a good person, but good people have their own way of living, and I also have what I want to do. Before I finish it, I don't care whether I am a good person or a bad person in the eyes of others."

"...This is not something someone like you would say."

She didn't speak again, and she didn't speak for a long time. Only her slight breathing and heartbeat made people feel that she was still alive.

"I saw the light in the night, what happened?" She suddenly asked in a low voice after a long time.

"It's nothing."

"What must have happened? What happened? The Pardoner lost?"

"We won this one."

"Congratulations, congratulations." She responded insincerely. After a short silence, she asked again: "Where's Hedley, is he dead?"

"He lost an arm but survived."

"other people……"

"Including you, there are 18 people left alive."

"...a lot."

"If you want to seek revenge from me, I will wait for you at any time after you recover from your injuries."

"..."

She didn't answer.

After a while, Chen Mo heard her answer.

"I will."

"That's good."

"What about Your Highness?"

Chen Mo didn't look back. Her plain and weak voice prevented me from realizing the expectation and longing she carried when she said these words, like a little girl begging her parents to buy her a long-awaited doll.

But Chen Mo knew that the special feelings she had for the His Highness in her heart were just like those of many Sakaz people, and that pure white figure had illuminated the gloom in the hearts of many people.

"She's safe."

"Everything we do is meaningful, right, even if it's just for His Highness."

"You should ask yourself, w." Chen Mo replied calmly.

"Theresia is an outstanding leader. She has changed many people's views and idealized views of this land."

"What do you think?"

"...I also had an ideal side."

"Once?"

"Don't rush to be sarcastic. I say this because I know the cruelty Kazdaile faces better than you do."

"You really dare to say whether you are Sakaz or I am Sakaz."

"Although you are Sakaz, I don't want to deny Her Highness. In fact, I agree with her. People need a little...well, sweet dreams, just like the Tower of Babel. This is not a bad thing."

Chen Mo said without waiting for W to answer.

"But I am equally optimistic about the regent. Even if our positions are different, compared to a great process, I only want an insignificant result, even if one day this result will cost me my life."

"You came for this."

"You're right, I asked for it."

"What about you? What is your purpose? What are you doing all this for?"

"You should ask what determines what a person does?" Chen Mo replied, and then asked, "Is it birth? Identity? Or the past?"

"Is it the behavioral shackles that have always been on her? No.

It was the impact that everything in her life had on her, the things that... were changing all the time.

Her own beliefs and thoughts... and how much he believed in his beliefs and how much he was willing to pay for it.

Every Sarkaz mercenary should have a clear price tag, but it does not have to be given by others, nor can it be manipulated by others.

They should write their price with their own hands, with the blood of all those who are enemies of Sakaz, with their beliefs and maybe that's not the right word... hope, I don't know if you've heard of it.

This is what Theresa and I wanted to do, and this is why I chose to stay in Babel. "

"yes……"

She looked at the cloud-covered sky in the early morning

Chen Mo thought she would be happy about it, that she got the answer she hoped for, but she said nothing afterwards, and by the time Chen Mo realized it, she had fallen into a deep sleep on her back.

She never said thank you to Chen Mo, nor did she tell Chen Mo that she almost had a dispensable liking for him at that time.

If he hadn't said what he said later.

His back was the only place where W could feel at ease. Maybe she had the same feeling a long time ago, lying on someone's back like this when she was unconscious.

Stop thinking too much about it.

Live, W. Only when you are alive can you suffer and breathe. Just like a moth flying into a flame, like an insect diving into a deep hole. Even if you pay the price, people always have to pursue something.

Maybe hope is just the beginning of despair, but there is always good.

Chapter 32 Obsession is a yearning word

Later I understood that socialism is a great and desirable vision, and equality for all is an illusory and unrealistic lie. However, there are still a group of people who firmly believe in them and firmly believe that their actions will get the rewards they deserve. There is still justice in this land, and I firmly believe that... everyone still has good thoughts in their hearts.

hero.

Everyone can be a hero, even if he just puts a warm coat on a boy with nothing on a cold rainy night, even if he just throws the last coin in his pocket into the beggar's empty bowl Here, maybe a smile, a thank you, some truths that should be taken for granted but are gradually forgotten by people.

Theresia once loved life too much. It was her unremitting and hopeless hope that made her what she is today. It was her wishful thinking and unrealistic ideals that made her fall into what she is today. Dilemma.

Her life was gradually moving away from her, and she was dying soon. It seemed that everything she had done had become a false castle in the air, and she finally fell on the road she hoped for.

Can't wake up.

Chen Mo left the Western Front alone.

The war on the Western Front is a foregone conclusion. The Pardoner has failed. The war is not completely over. The war has begun to change. The people who are pushed onto the battlefield have no way to retreat. They are trapped animals and are struggling wildly. But whether it is the lords of the Eastern Territory or In the Parliament of the Western Region, war is a man-eating beast. It is hungry and greedy, devouring the flesh and blood on the battlefield crazily.

Sakaz fell in droves, and when the flags of the Tower of Babel Council were planted on the eastern wall, looking back, there was nothing but the devastated city, the smoke that obscured the sky, and the piles of corpses everywhere. There is nothing left.

They cheered wildly, dragging their tired and aching bodies to stand on the ruins, venting their hatred of the war and their gratitude for surviving.

Some people are dead, they are dead forever, even though they were standing next to you a moment ago, even though the night before you were still talking and telling each other's visions.

This is not a commendable war. This war is stained with the flesh and blood of each other in the Sakaz. They have already lost their hope and yearning for life in the long civil war. The only thing left for them to live is to live, the Tower of Babel. It gave some of them a part of hope and told them why they were fighting. They took up arms and went to the battlefield. Maybe they were forced to, maybe voluntarily, but the war never changed.

The Kazdere may be better in the future, and where should the Kazdere people go in the future.

no one knows.

No one knew what kind of crazy actions these Sakaz, who finally had hope, would do when they learned of Theresa's death.

When their faith collapses and they plunge into this endless chaos again, where should they go?

Maybe Sakaz shouldn't have had hope in the first place. Maybe Hedley was right. Sakaz shouldn't expect too much. Hope without results is a kind of poison. The despair after hope is more infuriating than despair itself. Hated.

Chen Mo left.

He couldn't tell anyone what happened that night, and he became more silent. Mudrock noticed this, but she didn't ask, even though his commander was still the same as before, even though his commander thought he was disguised. Well, although the reason his commander did this was because he didn't want anyone to ask.

Kelsey's behavior became increasingly weird.

Since Theresia fell ill, she has been locking herself in the research room in Rhode Island. She no longer pays attention to any changes in the people in the meeting. As the news of the victory on the Eastern Front spread back to Grai, not many people were seen. Theresa finally could no longer suppress the turbulent parliament.

Victory was just around the corner, and the doctor was unable to convince the crowd. Warfarin stepped forward, but still had little effect.

The storm was about to come, as if the Tower of Babel stood in the swaying wind and rain for an instant, as if the Tower of Babel would fall apart the next moment. At this moment, people finally realized Theresia's role.

The devil fell.

They have lost their backbone.

The fragile Tower of Babel also crumbled.

"PRTS record log: Experiment 783..."

"No, no, what went wrong? What did I overlook..."

In the dim laboratory, the mentally exhausted Felin no longer had the calmness and calmness of the past. She overturned the simulation results again and again and readjusted her algorithm again and again, but the results on the screen never changed.

The dazzling red color reflected on Feilin's face. She held the calculation data in her hand tightly. She was still unwilling to accept such a result.

[LeaderOne, based on the results of your current physiological information, I determine that you desperately need to rest and eat normally to replenish energy. The log shows that you have been working continuously for 74 hours. 】

"No, I don't need to, PRTS, re-gather the data, delete the erroneous blocks, I need to start over."

[The data is being resummarized, error blocks are displayed, and adjustments are being made...Based on your current physiological state combined with database analysis, you are very anxious. Madam, you seem to be under a lot of pressure? 】

"You shouldn't ask that, PRTS."

[Because you loaded and modified the emotional module for me, I am worried about you. 】

"I don't need to worry, just do what you have to do."

[Simulation data shows that you will not get any different results if you continue. Madam, if you continue to experiment with your current situation, the probability of error will only become larger and larger. 】

"shut up!"

Kelsey suddenly shouted loudly. After a moment, she was stunned and covered her forehead with her hand.