Longmen Memoirs

"But the stories are all lies. My mother has told me stories before, but I have never seen them."

"Then why are you still here?"

"Because even if it is a lie, I still want to believe it. Teacher Aisha taught us to be grateful today. We know that what we have now is brought to us by His Highness. Without His Highness, we would not be where we are now. Teacher Aisha Said, Your Highness is our future." He said, and asked Chen Mo: "Brother Chen Mo, what is the future?"

Chen Mo seemed to remember that when he was a child, he had encountered the same thing in the orphanage. The nuns did not require us to be rewarded. Many things in the world are not rewarded by hard work, but they still chose to do so.

When Your Highness did this, did you ever think about repaying her? Probably not. She is the kind of fool who doesn't ask for anything in return.

What is the future? The future is invisible and intangible. The future only exists in other people's mouths and in one's own dreams.

"You are the future, the future of your Kazdaeles."

Because Elsa can only see what she can see, but His Highness is different. Your Highness can see far away, so she regards you as the future of Kazdaele. But not everyone needs this kind of emptiness and rootlessness. Something like duckweed.

Kazdel has waited a long time. She has reason and necessity to welcome her future, but Your Highness, the future she mentioned is too far away and too beautiful.

Beautiful things are easily broken and will not last long, but most people like beauty.

"If you are looking for His Highness, you will be disappointed, Carrion, His Highness is not inside." Chen Mo said, but there was no disappointment on Carrion's face.

"I know His Highness is out. I came just because His Highness is not here."

He put the gift into his clothes bag.

"Won't you give it to Your Highness personally?"

"I'm not Lily or Keliya, so I won't do that kind of flattery thing!" Karien tilted his head with a look of disdain, but Chen Mo could still hear the deep jealousy in his words.

Chen Mo knew that Lily and Kolya were two little Sakaz girls. They liked His Highness very much. Every time Theresia met them, they would talk nervously and expectantly to His Highness.

But Karien is different, and perhaps every boy who has such feelings for His Highness is different, because His Highness is too dazzling, so dazzling that people dare not approach him.

"Actually, you dare not."

"I...Brother Chen Mo, don't you dare either!"

Chen Mo does not deny that he has some emotions towards Theresia that even I cannot explain clearly, but this does not mean that a brat can expose him in person.

"Karien, I have to go talk to Elsa and ask him to keep an eye on you."

"Ha, I was right!" He yelled and pointed at Chen Mo. Chen Mo wanted to hold him back, but this cunning and annoying kid quickly ran out of the tent and ran towards the wooden house built by Theresia's camp. : "Brother Chen Mo, you have no hope!"

He made a face towards Chen Mo on the doorstep.

"Your Highness is mine. When I grow up, I want to marry Your Highness."

Maybe I haven't remembered the lesson from last time.

Chen Mo has no doubt that Theresia should be the dream lover of every Sakaz boy or girl. She is a perfect object. Maybe she is not that perfect, but in the eyes of those who like her, she is perfect. Perfect like the most precious treasure in the world.

Noble, beautiful, powerful, gentle, peaceful... She gave the Sakaz people all the fantasies they needed. If she was not born in Kazdaele, she should be that kind of person.

It was Kazdaele who made her successful, so she wanted to change Kazdaele.

Chen Mo thought that he should have hated this kid named Karien at that time, because Karien's words touched his insensitive heartstrings, but later, Chen Mo discovered that he didn't really hate him.

When the flames of the explosion engulfed the low wooden house, his dislike, dissatisfaction, resistance, and all his emotions turned into tinnitus in his ears along with the roar of the explosion.

The air waves set off shook the corners of the tent, and Chen Mo was exposed in the middle of the open space. There were roars, screams, panic, whines, and tears in his ears. There should be many sounds, and the world was crowded with noise.

But Chen Mo couldn't hear anything. Chen Mo could only watch in a daze as the glass ball was lifted high by the flames and explosions. Together with the broken young body, it turned into fragments on the ground before Chen Mo's eyes, and could no longer be pieced together. .

The broken crystals are so dazzling, reflecting the bright light in the sun, just like the future of Kazdaele that only exists in fantasy.

But Chen Mo still remembers every word he said to him a second ago. He still remembers his voice, his smile, and his name - Karien.

He said he wanted to marry His Highness when he grew up, but he never had the chance to grow up, and many boys who had the same fantasy as him in the Sakaz camp never grew up either.

With their dreams, they sleep forever in this chaotic and muddy land.

Chen Mo was suddenly glad that he had grown up and no longer had to wait for a long time. Waiting has no end and no end in sight, but death is another end.

ps: I won’t be able to get up today, I will make up for it tomorrow.

Chapter 75 The blade should be guarded

Afternoon of November 8

Chen Mo sat in front of the collapsed building, leaning on the concrete slab.

He saw the gray sky, and the burning dust in the sky was still flying. In the dust, he heard countless cries, screams, and roars.

He saw flames and blood sweeping through this peaceful camp. Maybe there were hallucinogens on the battlefield, or maybe it was just the battle that caused him to secrete too much adrenaline. He saw beyond the smoke, at the end of the horizon, there was a dazzling sunset.

He felt that his lips were interfering, and something was missing from the interference. He subconsciously dug into his pockets, but didn't find what he wanted, only a shard of glass.

He let go of his hand dejectedly, and the setting sun passed through the dust, casting his shadow into the chaotic camp in front of him. There were several corpses of Sakaz warriors. His dark eyes reflected the dim Khazdel in the pool of blood and the setting sun. A touch of white.

Scout sat next to Chen Mo.

He took out a pack of crumpled cigarettes from his bag, took out two, lit them in his mouth, and handed one to Chen Mo.

Chen Mo took the cigarette, and the stimulating sensation of nicotine and tar exploded in his brain, gradually calming down his chaotic and conflicting mind. He blew out a puff of smoke.

In the thick smoke, the sound seemed to disappear.

"You guys are late."

"We came back late." Scout said, holding a cigarette between his fingertips, and the remaining blood stains soaked into the cigarette. He leaned against Chen Mo's shoulder, and the sniper rifle behind him was placed on his right shoulder.

Chen Mo noticed that the skirt of his right shoulder was soaked in dark color.

"injured?"

"We were attacked on the road." Scout said, "It's not my blood."

"who are they?"

Scout glanced at the body in front of Chen Mo.

"The Prince Regent's men, a group of mercenaries from Kazdare."

Is it a battle for royal power? Chen Mo took another puff of cigarette. The stinging throat seemed to feel better after the smoke flowed in. However, he still had many questions, which were choked in his throat. He didn't know how to ask them. What reason to ask for export.

Chen Mo's fingers couldn't help but touch the shard of glass in his pocket. It was like a broken dream, and he didn't know how to put it away.

"We are leaving." Scout said: "After clearing out the spies in the camp, we are leaving Kazdaele. The Regent's people have already chased us here."

After Scout finished speaking, he raised his head and looked at the sunset at the end of the horizon.

"He has been on the run for these years, being chased and killed while running away. His Highness has persisted for a long time, but in the end Kazdaele is getting away from us."

"When I met you, you were also running away, right?"

"Yes." Scout said: "Originally, the people that the mercenaries wanted to ambush were us, but your appearance happened to block a shot for us."

"So I'm a bad guy?"

"A lucky unlucky guy." Scout gently reached out and patted my shoulder, as if to comfort him: "The doctor and Ms. Kelsey originally wanted to kill you, but you lost your mind and started killing like a madman. Those who were close to you died, but His Highness stopped them and Your Highness saved you."

"What about you?"

"My scope has already been stuck in your head."

They looked at each other and smiled at the same time.

"Thank you."

Chen Mo let go of the burnt cigarette butt, and the sparks became brighter and brighter in the fading dusk in Kazdale. The night came faster and deeper than imagined.

"Leave, Brother Chen, this is not your fight."

"Did you already know that there would be spies in the camp?" Chen Mo finally asked the question he wanted to ask.

He did not look at Scout, and his shadow could not be seen in the dark night of Kazdare. In his hand lay a broken sword that was only half intact. The mottled sword was full of cracks, which seemed to indicate the brutality of the battle.

"What's the point of knowing now?"

What was supposed to happen has already happened, and there is no use in saying it if it cannot be changed.

"It makes no sense, but I want to know an answer. At least for the people who died in this battle today, they need an answer." I said: "Is Theresia... throwing away?"

Teacher Aisha said, Your Highness is the future of our Kazdaele.

What is the future?

You, you are the future of Kazdaele, His Highness also said so.

Did I lie?

"Your Highness will not agree." Scout said softly. He seemed to have seen through my thoughts: "This is all the doctor's plan. We want to evacuate Kazdaele safely. There are too many people in the camp. We are not sure who There are so many spies of the Regent that have been infiltrated, it’s too dangerous, but His Highness is unwilling to leave them behind.”

"So you planned this attack you knew would happen, just to find the Regent's spies."

"Yes." He did not deny: "In order to allow His Highness to leave safely and to allow more people to live, the doctor formulated this plan. I have no objection."

"Does Teresa know?"

"His Highness doesn't know about it. We all know that with His Highness's character, he will never agree to us using the people in the camp as bait." Scout threw down the cigarette butt in his hand, raised his foot and gently stomped out the sparks: "His Highness has her Ideal, but evil has to be done by someone.”

Chen Mo didn't say anything else. He knew that what Scout said was true. Although everyone was in danger, it was not incomprehensible to sacrifice some people in exchange for safety.

No one can stay bright and beautiful forever. The reason why she looks innocent, beautiful and desirable is because someone helped her do what she was supposed to do.

How could Kazdel emerge from the mud and remain unstained? This is war, this is a battlefield, drowning all kindness, gentleness, and reason.It is always cruel, no matter where it is.

"Won't Theresia blame you?" Chen Mo said, suddenly feeling that his question was ridiculous and childish.

"Your Highness is more powerful than we see."

She is such a person, she is tough and strong, she knows what is right and what is wrong, she will not blame Scout for everything they do, nor will she blame them for it, because she knows it is right, but She has never dared and has always avoided doing this.

Has she become what this group of people want, to become a symbol, a symbol of Kazdaele? And they really regard her as a symbol and gather under her banner, but they have always done things that are refuting what she originally thought. things to do.

The war has made us strangers. In the fight, we gradually lose our persistence.

Chen Mo had no reason to reprimand Scout and the doctor he mentioned for being cruel, and had no reason to get involved in weighing the pros and cons between them, because he was an outsider.

And he knew very well that everything they did was right, but Chen Mo still couldn't help but recall what Carrion said to him, and the hope that this camp originally held was gradually extinguished in the flames and darkness.

He could only hear people's screams, fear, and wailing, blood splattered on his face, dazzling scarlet, and the smell of sticky rust was unfamiliar and disgusting.

But he still had to hold the hilt of the knife in his hand tightly, even though he was already wailing like himself and it was full of cracks.

The sparks flowing between the collision of blades, and the ashes rising in the sky of the Kazdaele camp.

It was very much like the gray sky covering the sky above Longmen on the day Chen Mo left the apartment deep in his memory. It was also very much like Little Lev being nailed to death in the snow with a black knife outside the black wall.

In fact, people like him are not qualified to comment on how cruel everything they do is, because he was once one of them, even if he let go of the knife and was immersed in the false ordinary.

But Chen Mo could always raise the knife again and take back his life from the incoming enemy, but they, they couldn't. They were like the infected camp that Black Wall once attacked. Their ragged clothes could not hinder the sharp blade.

Scout picked up his sniper rifle and put it behind his back. He stood up from the ground.

"and many more……"

Chen Mo stopped Scout who was about to leave.

"Is there still smoke?"

He left behind half of the cigarette box. Chen Mo took out a crumpled cigarette. Blue flames bloomed from his fingertips. Chen Mo never thought that his magic would one day be used in such a luxurious way. place.

But there was actually a burning tent not far from him, but he didn't have the strength to move.

Chen Mo leaned back on the concrete slab, with a half-open cigarette box beside him. Behind the cigarette box was the melted and cracked Sakaz sword.

Smoke obscured Chen Mo's sight. The sunset in Kazdale had come to an end in his sight, and the remaining dim light was reflected on the collapsed cement slab. He held tightly the glass shards in his bag.

In the dark night of Kazdare, there is no dawn or starry sky.

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The entire Sakaz camp began to move. After the bodies of their relatives were burned, a faint feeling of sadness and sadness filled the sky above the camp.

Chen Mo met Theresia in the camp, and he was with Kelsey. Of course, Chen Mo also saw the man standing next to them, shrouded in a coat and hood.

Maybe it was a man, but Chen Mo couldn't see his appearance.

Doctor, Scout called him that. His eyes looked over, and Chen Mo's eyes met his in the air. Chen Mo saw those eyes, a pair of indifferent eyes, without any trace of figure, calm and plain. People feel terrible.

It was as if everything he saw was dead and he was just weighing the pros and cons.