Longmen Memoirs

"I remember everything you said, so Kelsey, go and re-examine your original question. With Rhode Island, you have done so much for me, but I can only do this for you." Theresia said warmly: "Maybe I can't answer your doubts, but no matter how long it takes, no matter where you are in the future, I will wait for you in Kazdaele."

Theresa is the most naive and persistent idealist I have ever met.

Maybe she also changed during the war.

But I always think that she is the most special one among the Sakaz monarchs in the past. She has a dream that is not limited to Sakaz, and this dream is grand, huge, and unrealistic.

She knows it herself.

But even though she knew this, she never thought about giving up.

Kazdaele, this land of chaos and war, was once the cradle of suffering for many Sarkarz. Now, it is giving birth to hope. I have seen many countries also suffer from Kazdare, but no matter how many Times, I will still be touched by it, even if everything they hold in the end will become a broken dream.

Chapter 1 Texas

"I lit that candle at night."

"Traveler, have you found the direction of home?"

"The wind and snow covered the road to our reunion."

"When can I see you again..."

"Can we see each other again... When the wind and snow dissipate, and when the winter feathers crow, will spring come again?"

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It was probably a song, mixed with the accompaniment of an old piano and guitar. Her consciousness was weak and her brain was groggy. She opened her eyes slightly and vaguely saw a black figure sitting in front of her in her blurred vision.

There was the rustling sound of wind and sand outside, accompanied by slight bumps.

The song probably came from the radio in front of him, she thought. Sleepiness and exhaustion came to her eyes again, and the heavy sight pulled her into coma again.

"You can't get away with it, Texas, and neither you nor the lone wolf can get away with it."

"Lapland, where is she?"

"She's dead."

"You killed her."

"You disobeyed the lady's order and you thought you were still alive. It will be your turn next."

It rained heavily that night.

The raindrops hit the whitened steel in her hands, which was very cold. She tightened her grip on the weapon in her hand, and the blood was diluted by the rain. The faint smell of blood stimulated her keen sense of smell and could not be diffused no matter what.

April 6

10:21 A.M.

"you're awake."

she heard someone ask.

This was probably an abandoned wooden house. Perhaps the people in this village had moved to a new settlement before the natural disaster. This was not uncommon outside the city.

Ever since the Sicilian Alliance, one of the origins of the twelve families of Syracuse, began to use violence to obtain the results of the city-state, this country has never stopped for a day. The wolf of Syracuse is one of the best killers in this land. Of course, it also includes their indispensable mafia culture, but now Sicily exists in name only. Few Syracusans call themselves Sicily anymore, and the Twelve Families are no longer the Twelve Families of the past to a certain extent.

She looked at the dark-haired man sitting on the chair in front of her. Her eyes followed the man's movements, but she did not ask.

The gray wolf has a pair of indifferent eyes, as if her character is self-evident. Her pupils are very beautiful, between amber and a little blue.

The man saw doubts and confusion in the eyes that looked at him, while the wolf's eyes gradually turned, observing the environment she was currently in. She was wary and suspicious.

"It's safe here." The man said, leaning his hands on his legs, bowing slightly and looking at Luper lying on the bed.

"You saved me?"

Her voice was weak, as cold as the feeling of her eyes.

Her eyes fell on the man's face, and she could feel the injuries on her body. In fact, she couldn't even struggle now.

"It should be said that I picked you up. You were lying on the roadside at the time. It was raining heavily and your body was covered in blood. I passed by and happened to meet you."

The man replied: "Your injuries are not serious. The knife that passed through your body missed the vital point. Otherwise, I would have to bury you by the roadside."

"……thanks."

"Don't say thank you, madam." The man waved his hand: "Although the situation is like this, there are some things I still want to make clear to you. For example, I spent a lot of money to find a doctor for you. The high fever persisted and caused me a lot of suffering."

"..."

She did not answer.

"I have no money with me."

"It doesn't matter if you don't have money, you can owe it first." The man said nonchalantly: "It's a total of seventeen gold coins. That damn private clinic doctor gave me a huge amount of medical expenses. Of course, all of this has to be borne by you. "

"I'll give it back to you."

"After you recover from your injuries," the man said, "Someone is chasing you. In a situation like yours, you don't need to look to know that there is a lot of trouble behind you."

"...Since you know, why do you want to save me?"

"I have a good heart and cannot bear to see such cruelty." The man sighed and shook his head: "Actually, I started to regret it a little after I saved you, but I regretted the money I spent on you even more. The doctor in that small clinic said the same thing. .”

"..."

She didn't answer for a while, because the man in front of her was too weird. He could be called talkative at best, or verbose at worst. She had never met such a person before, and she didn't know how to deal with such a person.

"Are you short of money?" she could only ask.

"No one would ask this kind of question. Of course, the more money, the better." He replied, and then asked: "So, madam, can you tell me about your situation? So that I can have an idea. Who, or rather, which family did you mess with?"

She didn't speak.

After a brief silence, she said: "...It is very dangerous to have anything to do with me. It is not worth losing your life for money."

"Aren't you going to pay back?"

"You can leave your address and I will return it to you later."

"And leave you here."

"Yes, this has nothing to do with you."

"If I leave you here, you will definitely die in your current situation." He said.

She fell silent and did not answer.

They look at each other.

After a few seconds, the man took out a nameplate from his pocket. She was stunned and subconsciously wanted to look down at her chest, but there was nothing there.

The man asked: "...Texas, one of the twelve families in ancient Syracuse, was very prosperous for a while, but this family was destroyed more than a year ago. I didn't expect that Texas was still alive."

"who are you!"

She struggled to get up, pulling on the wound, followed by unbearable pain and weakness.

"You'd better not do that, or I'll have to pay for it when the wound breaks." The man said as he placed the nameplate on Ruper's bed.

"I have nothing to do with the forces of Syracuse, either openly or privately. If I want your life, why wait until now?"

"..."

She thought about it and finally gave up the idea of ​​getting up.

"Very good, you are a rational person." The man said, pointing to himself: "As for who I am, I am a Yanguo person, to be precise, a Longmen person. I just came from Victoria and am preparing to return to Longmen. No. I happened to meet you on the road. Are you satisfied with this answer?"

"...How can I trust you?" she asked.

"I have told many lies, which one do you want to hear?" the man asked.

"For example, I think I can make a fortune from you, and for example, I think you look good, but there is nothing missing from me because I am a man."

The man paused for a moment, and she saw that the cold gaze of the wolf staring at her finally changed and became fierce.

"Don't look at me like that, ma'am, if you just want an explanation, there are too many to count, but I think it's enough that I saved you and you owe me money for it. Clear and simple.”

"After you recover from your injury, you can find a way to pay me back the money you owe me, and then you can go wherever you want. We can go our separate ways, what do you think?"

She did not answer.

"You like silence very much. Silence is indeed an effective way when you don't want to or don't know what to choose, but silence is not an answer." The man said lightly, and then asked: "What's the answer?"

"You're in danger."

"It already is."

"so good."

"Then it's settled." The man nodded and stretched out his hand: "You haven't asked for advice yet?"

She looked at the man's outstretched hand and answered slowly.

"...Texas."

"You can call me a snake."

The man reached out and patted the thin blanket covering her body, smiling: "That's it, Miss Texas."

The man in front of her was weirder than she imagined. He carried some secrets, and of course Texas himself also had secrets.

The reason why secrets are called secrets to each other is because the people in front of them are not enough to make people believe.

"What does it smell like?" She sniffed.

The man was stunned for a moment, as if he realized something belatedly.

"Ah, I cooked the porridge and it probably got mushy."

She saw the man standing up and running out the door in a hurry. Compared with the calm and calm man just now, the contrast was completely different. After a while, he walked in from the door carrying an iron box.

"Confused?" she asked subconsciously.

"It's a little mushy, but still edible."

The man placed the iron box on the old wooden cabinet next to the bed. He walked to the bed and stretched out his hand to lift Texas, who was lying on the hospital bed, and let her lean against the wall behind him.

He picked up the iron box again.

"You won't..." Texas asked, her pupils narrowed, already knowing the next situation, she subconsciously wanted to refute.

One of the most feared family thugs in Syracuse, the family representative who appeared on that dark wooden table, a famous Texas lady in a white suit and red shirt.

This gap is too huge.

Maybe she doesn't know, maybe she won't have this kind of self-esteem anymore after she knows what the man sitting in front of her has done that makes her feel weird and even a little stingy.

As the saying goes, once people let go of their prejudices, all that remains is habit.

"Don't look so embarrassed. You know, your kind of treatment is not common here."

The man picked up the spoon in his hand.

She hesitated.

"I can do it myself."

"After the injury on your hand heals, feel free to do it."

Her cold expression finally changed. She looked at the spoon in front of her eyes and slowly opened her mouth, sighing heavily in her heart.

It was very hot, but compared to the shame on her face, she felt that she could bear it. Her face still had the same expression because of this.

"Isn't it hot?" the man suddenly asked strangely.

Her suppressed expression finally couldn't hold on any longer.

The corners of her eyes twitched, and she wanted to hit him. This guy was more infuriating than she thought, but she didn't do it because she couldn't do that.

"It's better to wait for the cold for a while..."

"Need not."

"Really not?"

"Need not."

"It seems you are indeed hungry." The man said. He picked up the spoon again, blew it gently and handed it to Texas.