Longmen Memoirs

"Aren't you leaving?" Texas asked in confusion.

Chen Mo stood in front of the window of his room. He looked up at the sky. Raindrops drifted into the window sill. The heavy rain flooded the world outside the window. He stretched out his hand to close the window.

"We can't go. It's raining too much and it's not suitable for us to go on the road."

Texas stared at his back, and until he turned around, Texas didn't ask his doubts.

"What do you want to ask?"

"Nothing." Texas shook his head, and after a while he said again: "Do you have any ideas?"

"Huh? Why do you ask that?"

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"No." Chen Mo said, "Whether you believe it or not, I definitely have no other ideas. The rain is too heavy, the tires can easily sink into the ground, and the view is not good. It is really not suitable to go out."

"I wonder how long it will rain?"

"It will always stop. It doesn't matter for a day or two." Chen Mo replied. He leaned against the window and glanced at the Originium sword hilt that Texas placed next to the bed: "By the way, I told you yesterday, Have you tried it? Is there anything you don’t feel comfortable with?”

“It feels a little sharper than before, and it’s not as heavy.”

"It's not surprising. The internal array of your previous sword was severely worn, which will definitely affect the stability and power output, especially the Originium sword hilt. This type of weapon is not reliable enough and usually needs to be repaired and maintained from time to time."

"I don't understand these things."

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand. It's not difficult. You can learn slowly." Chen Mo said: "Sometimes when you are in danger and isolated, the weapon in your hand is the only thing you can trust and rely on. I don't need to tell you this. clear."

"Yes." Texas replied calmly without refuting.

"Do you think I'm a little annoying?"

"A bit?" she answered bluntly.

"I don't want to either." Chen Mo said, he took out his cigarette and lit it in Texas's eyes: "Quiet now, I think I should talk to you, but to be honest, I don't know that I can talk to you Talk about something.”

"You're not a girl who likes to talk a lot, Texas. If I don't bring up the topic, you might not say two words a day, but it would seem too lonely. Maybe you don't think so, but I think it's Something is very wrong, we have been wasting our time by looking at the big and small."

"I don't feel anything," Texas said.

"So I said you are a person who can tolerate loneliness. This is an advantage, but usually people with this kind of personality have a harder time than others." Chen Mo said: "You are good at everything, you have good looks, and you have Well-bred, quiet, doesn’t like to cause trouble, but is a bit too withdrawn.”

"Aloof?"

"Lonely." Chen Mo nodded: "No one said that?"

"No." Texas shook his head: "You were the first to say that."

"That's really an honor." Chen Mo said: "Have you ever thought about changing your life, making a few friends, and trying to get in touch with people? In fact, you can smile. I think you will probably be very happy when you smile. It’s surprising.”

"……No."

"Don't be so sure. Maybe one day when you get used to the kind of life I'm talking about, you'll be reluctant to let go."

Texas didn't think she had the chance to live the kind of life Chen Mo said, with a few noisy friends. She felt she probably couldn't adapt to these, let alone be reluctant to leave them.

Texas doesn't have that thought, never has.

She is like a leaf drifting with the current. Wherever the water goes, she floats there. A leaf is still a leaf. No matter how the environment changes, the leaf can only move in the direction of the water.

Town West.

A hurried man knocked on the door holding a black umbrella. His leather shoes and trousers were stained with rainwater. The door was opened. The person who opened the door looked at each other and Film at the door, and looked left and right.

They said something.

The man put away his umbrella and walked through the door.

"He stopped?"

Deep in the room, after the man finished speaking, the person standing opposite asked. The light illuminated his clothes. He was dressed very ordinary, but it could not hide the serious temperament on his body. His shoulders were broad and his back was straight.

There were several superficial scars on the back of the hand hanging by his side.

The Lamplighters, this secret agency lurking in Victoria's shadow, are everywhere and have been responsible for maintaining stability and order in the vast empire since its inception.

"Stopped. In a private hotel in the east, there was a Luper of unknown origin with him. Over the past two months, we spent countless efforts and finally found his whereabouts here."

"You didn't send someone to watch?"

"I asked Vise and Gravel to check into the hotel pretending to be businessmen."

"Too risky【%~

"Vise and Gravel are my most elite spies. Their infiltration and disguise skills are hard for even me to distinguish. You've seen them too. Don't worry, I didn't let them try to contact without authorization. I just let them live in. They know How to do it."

The man pondered for a moment.

"This is all we can do for the time being. If we make any rash changes, it will easily lead to detection."

"When are you going to take action?" the man asked: "He won't stay here for long. I estimate that as soon as the rain stops, he will leave Letania and go to Ursus. When he gets to Ursus, he can go wherever he wants. Once he is hidden in that corner, our chances of finding his whereabouts will undoubtedly become even slimmer."

"You want to say that if he hadn't been suddenly exposed this time, we wouldn't have been able to find clues about him in the small city of Syracuse."

"Is not it?"

"You are too impatient, Godric. You don't know what he did in Londinium. How sure do you think we can keep him? Recklessness will only get you killed. You are lighting the lamp." A good person will not fail to understand this truth."

"Of course I understand, but I also understand the order given to us by Londinium. If the lamplighter wants to regain the attention of the empire and restore its past glory, this is the best opportunity." Godric said in a deep voice: "New After you succeeded to the throne, Londinium was bleeding like a river, the unicorn remained silent, and the three Aslans fought against each other. His hands were stained with the blood of several Aslans. This has never happened since the establishment of the empire. Tragedy!"

"You are pursuing power, Godric. The situation in Londinium is unclear. Now all parties are waiting for our new Majesty to make a decision. You want to reach into the palace at this time. You have not considered the consequences."

"I just want the lamplighters to continue to be the guardians of the empire. We have been ignored for too long. From now on after the death of the late emperor, look at our current situation. Delen, are we still the lamplighters capable of protecting Victoria? ? Do you still want to be ordered around by those in the city? We are the lamplighters of the empire, the guides of the empire's future, not domestic dogs wagging our tails and begging for mercy at someone's feet. The people of the empire have forgotten us for too long."

Godric said: "I still remember when we first swore to join the Lamplighters, Victoria won the battle of the four emperors, and the authority of the empire was unparalleled for a while. We were still young at that time, and we saw with our own eyes how His Majesty subdued the eight Dukes. , leading Victoria into a new era."

Delenn was silent.

However, this also created a gap between His Majesty and the Eight Dukes. After his death, the royal power of Londinium fell away and the lamplighter became unknown.

"Your Majesty's order is not clear yet," he said after a long time.

"Your Majesty is still young, has little experience, and lacks tempering, but we know what to do. Cornwall has come to see me, Delenn. We have to make a decision for His Majesty."

"Cornwall, hey, he is the culprit of the Londinium massacre. If it weren't for him and those Sakaz..."

Delen's words stopped.

"Many people have died, and the outcome has been decided. There is no point in talking about these, Delen." Godric shook his head and said: "They gave them bargaining chips. His Majesty can't fight those people for the time being, at least not now."

"... Tell me what you think."

"I have in my hands the movements of a group of Sakaz in Kazdare. Their purpose is the same as ours."

Dren looked at Godric in surprise.

"You want to cooperate with Sakaz?"

"Why not." Godric said: "Many people want to take his life, let them do it. If you think the palace is deeply divided about this and don't want to be involved in this fight, we can choose to stay out of it, Cornwall I don’t have good intentions, but Delen, I’m not that stupid yet.”

Chapter 32 I am a dead outsider

May 7/night

4:25 AM

w misses the past days more and more, oh, maybe it’s not nostalgia to be precise, but a habit.

She occasionally recalled the time when she first met Hedley as a mercenary. It was the winter before they received the mission of the Tower of Babel. One day Hedley gave her a book, and he felt that he should read more books. , learn something, the book that Hedley carefully selected was later thrown into the cooking bonfire by W.

The rice cooked with knowledge is actually no different from firewood.

w still remembers Hedley's expression at that time, shocked and helpless.

To be honest, w thinks Hedley should really be a teacher instead of a mercenary.

During the days when the three of them were together, she was usually the one cooking the potatoes, always the potatoes. After cooking, Ines would definitely ask her to set up the tent, and then Hedley would probably drag her to step on the spot. After finishing the meeting, the two of them will definitely have a combat meeting.

Just like now.

But the difference is that Ines is not here, and no one is dragging her to set up a tent, and the person holding the war meeting with Hedley becomes herself.

w still hasn't decided what name she should choose. The last time she mentioned it to Hedley, Hedley read a lot of books. As a result, Hedley gave her a pile of books and asked her to choose.

She still hasn't chosen.

w was thinking randomly.

The day at the Tower of Babel seemed like it happened yesterday. It passed in the blink of an eye. It seemed like everything was different, but there seemed to be some places that had not changed much from the past.

At the end of the road, a group of figures slowly appeared at the ambush site in the night.

"Captain, the people are here." The voice of the team member sounded in the communication.

w pressed his hand and stuck his head out slightly.

"Act according to the plan, don't rush into action, plan." W ordered: "Do you all remember our plan?"

"Isn't it an ambush?"

"If I'm in a bad mood, it's bad luck for them."

The pair of figures were getting closer and closer in the night. They had black horns and were lightly armed under the horns. They did not carry heavy weapons. The shadows of mercenaries could be seen from their figures.

Sarkazi mercenaries, ha, it seems to be a rare group now. In addition to the many mercenary groups that were reorganized into armies, some mercenary groups who refused to accept the reorganization and gave up their rights and conveniences left Kazdaele, and there were also some Part of them, in some name, changed from mercenaries to the secret private arm of a powerful person.

This kind of thing is common in Kazdaele nowadays. The mercenaries have changed their way of survival, such as Hedley and W himself. They fought against the team in advance, so the result was much luckier later.

The explosion sounded suddenly, and a group of mercenaries encountered an attack on the Letanian border line far away from Kazdaele.

The battle ended quickly.

Although the mercenaries were resisting fiercely, their reaction was very good and it was obvious that it was not simple. However, compared to the attackers who had set up an ambush in advance, their resistance was ultimately in vain.

"A few escaped, well, it shows that you are quite capable." W looked at the direction in which the few mercenaries who broke out of the encirclement were escaping.

"We'll go after him right away."

"No, no, in that direction, well, if I remember correctly, the direction those guys escaped should have the potatoes I happened to bury in the afternoon."

"Potato?"

The team member thought about their dinner. At that time, his captain was indeed playing with a few potatoes in his hand.

"Quiet, listen carefully?" She raised her finger.

"Listen to..."

The sound of explosion suddenly sounded at this moment, and W smiled.

"Bang... look."

She looked at the firelight that was lighting up in the direction of the explosion.

The men understood what she meant.

The potatoes she was talking about were actually potato bombs.

w looked at the mercenaries gathered together after being captured. He stood in front of this group of people, with his gun hanging diagonally on his waist, looking at the prisoners on the ground.

"Good evening, everyone, I hope we didn't disturb you." W said with a polite smile, "Well, if it's convenient, can someone tell me who is your team leader?"

No one answered. The prisoners on the ground looked at each other. After a while, someone spoke.

"The captain was killed during your initial attack."

"Dead? Well, I'm in a good mood, so you guys are unlucky, so you are?"

"Fangs..." the man replied, then corrected: "Grimmer."

"Very good, Grimmer, but compared to this name, I still prefer your code name, Venomous Fang. It sounds like a pretty powerful title, doesn't it?" W squatted down and looked at the man who called himself Grimmer. Mercenary: "Your outfit, Sarkaz mercenaries, I have to say that this industry is rare in Kazdaele now."

"Mercenaries can always find a suitable way to survive."

"Haha, Hedley will probably like your statement very much."

"Hedley?" The other party was stunned, his eyes fell on W in surprise, and his whole body was filled with chills: "You, you are the team from the Tower of Babel, by the way, you have white hair and are good at using explosives. Woman, you are the explosives expert next to Hedley!"

"You know me?" W asked unexpectedly. "Am I so famous?"

The demolitionist in Hedley's team, a mad woman who always has a nasty smile on her lips, kills her own people even more cruelly than her enemies.

If W knew what Grimmer was thinking, he would probably shoot his disgusting head off without hesitation.