Longmen Memoirs

w didn't speak, she lowered her eyelids and looked at Ines's calm but suddenly strange face.

She should have thought that Ines was the most receptive of the three of them, and although Hedley shared this attitude, he was a bit sentimental most of the time.

"Then have you walked out?" W asked with a sneer.

"I'm working hard." Ines said: "Sometimes I think about what happened to us in the past. I think that we were very free at that time. Although we were always facing risks, we have adapted to this kind of life. We can To live for an order, to choose a way to live on this land that we are good at."

"Every Sakaz mercenary lives in the same bad environment and has the same freedom, but that freedom is not free. That freedom may cost us our lives at any time, you know what I mean." Ines said: "So I still like this life better than before."

"A life sitting in an office?"

"At least we no longer have to kill people for a sum of money, no longer have to worry about being betrayed by the employer after completing the task, and no longer have to live in fear." Ines did not retort: ​​"Since you already have your own position, you should Understand what you should do, w, there are still many problems for Kazdaele to solve by yourself. If you can't adapt to these, there will naturally be someone more suitable to replace you."

"..."

"I don't want to say this, but it's true. You're just a Sarkaz, w. How many people do you think will care about what you have done?" Ines asked: "Yes, you are indeed neutral in the war. You have made many achievements, but you have received the rewards that belong to you. Don't act willfully. Although His Highness remembers us, Kazdaele will not. How many people are like you who have sacrificed for the victory of this war? There are many, but you, whether it’s you or me, we are not the only one.”

"..."

w understand.

Of course she knew what Ines wanted to tell her.

She understands that Kazdaele has been unified, she understands that this land is no longer a place where mercenaries are rampant, and she also understands that the way of life she was good at in the past is no longer suitable for today's life.

She must make changes, for the sake of this [|~

W also heard the same thing from Kelsey. The words were not as tactful as Ines. Kelsey was always quite straightforward, or with a little ridicule and contempt.

Yes, the war is over, so W is no longer the mercenary who could turn everything upside down on the battlefield with a Source Stone grenade gun and Source Stone explosives, and she is no longer the famous blaster under Hedley. Expert, although she is still called W, but now she is no longer a Tower of Babel operator wandering on the edge of the battlefield, or helping Scout to eliminate spies.

His Highness is still there, but the Tower of Babel is no longer there. The Tower of Babel has become the Kazdaele Palace today, with many unfamiliar faces. The Tower of Babel has also become a piece of Kazdaele history.

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too fast.

It was really too fast. It was so fast that if W didn't pay attention, the war would be over. So fast that yesterday she was still trying to find out what Scout had to say about His Highness, but now His Highness is in the palace behind her, every day, every day. One night, if W wanted to, she could always see Theresia.

It was still the same as in the past, which made W yearn for and love her, but W always felt a little confused. She was confused by the black and red military uniform she was wearing, and she was confused by the man who disappeared from her sight amid the crowd of figures on that rainy night.

Ines is right, maybe she is not adaptable to the current life.

Maybe she should indeed make some changes, just like the first time she walked onto the battlefield in Kazdare, picked up the gun and became a free and common mercenary. When she met Hedley and the others, she always imitated It's very fast, whether it's killing or pretending.

Today's Kazdaele has changed, so the Sakaz living in Kazdaele should also make changes. Even Her Highness is making changes to become the person Kazdaele needs her to be.

W said nothing more.

She just glanced at Ines, turned around and walked towards the door without hesitation.

"and many more."

Ines's voice sounded from behind, and W turned around.

"how?"

"Nothing, just asking where you are going?"

"Where else can we go?" W turned around and smiled and asked: "Of course, back to my place. I don't want to be taught by some people that I have left my post without permission."

Her answer was still as prickly as Ines's impression.

"Maybe you should change the way you speak."

w turned around and waved his hand nonchalantly.

"Mind your own business," she said.

Ines watched her come and go in a hurry. She knew in her heart that with W's character, it would not be easy to give up. But W also knew that she just looked indifferent, but in fact she knew what she should do. , she also understood what she wanted to tell her.

A brainless mercenary can only survive a few days on the battlefield of Kazdare. A brainless mercenary cannot make Scout look at him differently. W is undoubtedly the best among Sarkaz mercenaries. She usually does not commit crimes that she knows. wrong.

But she was out the door.

Lowering her head and looking at the new and unfamiliar black and red military uniform she was wearing, she felt that she suddenly missed the days when she was a mercenary.

She didn't know what she was missing.

Maybe she misses the life at that time, which made her feel free, or maybe she just met His Highness when she was still young. At the Tower of Babel, there was that annoying Kelsey and His Highness, and there were some things she didn't like very much. The people to contact include Askaron and scout them.

At least at that time, w knew what he should do and why he did it.

But now?

The war is over, the days have calmed down, no longer needed, and there is nothing to do. Ines said that Kazdaele still has many problems that need to be solved, but w knows that those things are Kazdaele's business, and to solve those things She is not the only one.

Ines was right, she was never the only one, she was just a Sarkaz, a dispensable one. For Kazdel, there were many Sarkaz similar to her.

She suddenly felt a little lonely, lonely for no reason, and couldn't find anyone to talk to. Everyone was doing their own duties, and it was as if she was the only one left where she was.

It was as if she came out of the confinement room but left herself in the war.

Chapter 26 A complex person in a dilemma

April 7

Warren Mud

7:15 pm

When the sun completely sets, it officially announces the arrival of night, but in the moving town, the lighting of lights dispels the darkness of the night.

The residents of the town take to the streets after dusk. The hot day is over, and the night breeze in the evening brings a little bit of coolness.

The crowds are like mountains and seas.

Old people, children, and young people, holding lighted lamps in their hands, were walking in front of the lively stalls set up on the street.

"Don't get lost."

Texas tilted her head, and she heard the reminder from the snake standing beside her. In the crowd of people, Texas nodded.

But she was not tall, and she seemed to be easily overwhelmed by the sea of ​​people as soon as she walked into the crowd.

"Do you need me to hold your hand?"

"It's ok."

Texas replied, looking at Snake's outstretched hand.

"You haven't healed yet. If you get lost, I won't be able to find you."

The snake didn't pull back.

Texas hesitated and took his hand.

Maybe it's because he is used to holding weapons all year round.

The first impression of his hands was not that they were wide, but that they were rough. They could not be called soft but had the hardness of leather.

"I heard someone said that this festival has some origins. Do you want to hear it?"

Snake said, walking side by side with Texas among the crowd, the bright lights reflected their voices, Texas looked at the man in front of him, and he turned his head.

Texas looked away.

"What's the origin?" she asked.

"It is said to be a folklore. Hundreds of years ago, men who went to war for Letania died on the battlefield. In order to receive the spirit of their husbands when they returned to their hometown, the men's wives would light a lamp at the door because they died on the battlefield. There were so many people on the street that almost every house lit up lights at the door, illuminating the whole city. Over time, it became a tradition."

Texas was silent for a moment.

After a few seconds she commented: "A very common story."

"Because it's so common, it's worth remembering," the snake replied. "The stories that are less common are often forgotten."

"for example……"

"For example, a fool goes to the battlefield for others. He does a lot of evil things. These things should not be done by him. However, if he does it, it is destined to not have good results."

"I do not understand."

"Then let me tell you something simpler." Snake stopped and asked: "What kind of story do you think is worthy of being remembered and remembered by people? Texas, the great hero who saved the country, or the leader who worked hard for the people. , or generals and kings who opened up new territories and achieved great martial arts?"

"What's the difference between these people?" Texas asked, looking at the snake.

"No, so they all deserve to be remembered. But for such characters, their lives cannot be called happy, because they have too many things they want to do, want to be famous throughout the ages, and want to be as good as their predecessors. They all There was a great vision, and that vision kept them going."

"..."

Texas didn't answer, but from the confusion in her eyes, Snake could tell what she was thinking.

"Still don't understand?"

"Can't understand."

"It's normal not to understand, because none of us have thought about being that kind of person." Snake smiled, his smile was very faint, and in the bright lights flashing in the crowd, Texas suddenly felt that his smile Somewhat relieved, or rather relieved.

Texas doesn't understand.

Because she didn't understand Snake's past, she would find his words a bit strange, but Texas could also guess that his past might not be ordinary.

This girl may be indifferent, but occasionally when the light shines on her plain face, a warm light will flow through her amber eyes.

Maybe there was once passion in those eyes, but these things eventually faded away with her life.

She is often a quiet person and rarely expresses her opinions, so much so that it seems that if you don't take the initiative to speak to her, she probably won't say more than a few words a day.

Quiet people usually have one thing in common, which is patience.

Texas is a very patient person with a keen mind, but her emotions are usually hidden behind her indifferent face.

She is someone who is not easy to get in touch with. Perhaps after speaking to her for the first time, people will feel that there is no deliberate alienation in her words. In fact, it is not alienation, but her habit. .

She makes people feel that she is difficult to contact, cold and even to put it mildly, cold. She rarely has violent mood swings, and her whole person is calm, as calm as the coldness she often shows on her face.

In the lively crowd, they moved forward with the surging crowd, and occasionally stopped in front of novel stalls, watching the stall owners playing music belonging to this country on Letania's unique musical instruments, or they Various performance arts.

The dazzling lights and lively crowds make the night in this town not peaceful. However, when people take to the streets and greet each other with their enthusiasm, it seems to inject soul into the night.

Letania is indeed the cradle of art and music. At least looking at the outstanding art exhibits in the windows gives people a different experience, not to mention the novelty and excitement brought to outsiders by the exotic colors here. interest.

Traveling in this land is not an easy task, but traveling is indeed exciting.

Today, Chen Mo finally agrees with Mostima's attitude towards life. Perhaps her character is inseparable from her experience. Anyone who has traveled all over the world will indeed have a much broader vision and mind. .

Texas held up the straw hat that Snake casually placed on top of her head.

The not too wide brim just covered the hair on her forehead.

After walking through the lively crowd, they sat on a bench by the river in the town and looked at the bright and brilliant lights in the distance. The lights flowing across the river were like the stars in the sky.

Float along the current into the distance.

The night was quiet, and the silence was accompanied by the faint noise of the crowd. The sounds were not real, but they made people feel calm when they were in place. Texas never thought that one day she would live this kind of life.

Following a man I met not long ago, I came to a remote city in a foreign country.

She held the drink handed to her by the snake in her hand, and her eyes fell on the river not far away.

"What are you thinking about?" she heard the snake ask.

"Nothing." Texas replied, looking away.

"tired?"

"Fortunately."

"You know, actually the scene tonight looks a bit like Dragon Gate."

"Does Longmen also have this kind of celebration?"

"No, Longmen is called the New Year, which is even more lively than here, or New Year's Eve, as I'm used to calling it, with brand-new Spring Festival couplets, firecrackers, lanterns, all-night fireworks, and crowds of people taking to the streets. Everyone has a smile on their face. Smile, no matter who you meet, the first words you speak will always be the same blessing."

"Longmen... what kind of city is that?"

"Longmen, there are many sayings. People who come to Longmen for the first time will think it is grand and prosperous. People who have lived in Longmen for a period of time will think it is full of vitality. For locals in Longmen, they will think that Longmen is changing with each passing day. Changes are happening every day, and the pace of change is overwhelming.”

"What about you?"

"To me?" Snake paused, and Texas heard him say: "For me, Longmen is a past that cannot be erased. I put all my most important things there, but for Longmen As far as I'm concerned, I'm just a passenger on its long journey."

"Why do you say it's a passer-by?" Texas asked.

"Because my life has been far away from Longmen since I was ten years old. Since then, when I returned to Longmen, it has become a familiar but unfamiliar city. I can't adapt to its changes. In other words, I can no longer portray myself as a Longmen person." Snake said: "But in Longmen, if you want to live in that city, you must regard yourself as one of it, but I can't. "