Longmen Memoirs

Askaron seemed to know the most vulnerable parts of the human body, and her superb sword skills made it difficult for Chen Mo to resist. The blue flame ignited on the heavy sword was the brightest source of light in this dark training ground.

The output of the spell gave Chen Mo some time to breathe.

His heart beat loudly, and Chen Mo seemed to be able to feel the blood surging in his veins. As the sweat continued to streak across his face and soaked his underwear, Askaron always maintained the ease and opportunism of a hunter. And move.

She hides in the darkness, and darkness is his best disguise. She is not dependent on darkness, but she has become accustomed to using every available advantage to create a chance of victory for herself.

Chen Mo is also quite used to darkness.

The hand holding the heavy knife drooped slightly. From beginning to end, Chen Mo did not activate the source stone array buried in the weapon itself. He was not sure that he could end the fight within those 3 minutes, and as time passed, he would The ability to inspire heavy swords is increasingly lost.

Chen Mo let out a breath and focused his eyes on the darkness in front of him. The drooping blade scraped across the ground of the training ground and made a sharp and sharp sound.

Ascalon is the most dangerous opponent he has ever faced.

Chen Mo's lips curled up.

But he really enjoyed the feeling of walking between the blade and death. It was not the slight tremor of the knife easily cutting through flesh and blood, cutting off muscles and bones, but the feeling of weightlessness between life and death while fighting against his own destiny. , making him feel extremely familiar and delighted.

Only then could he truly feel that he was alive.

Hear his heavy breathing under high pressure, hear his heartbeat, hear the roar of his blood rushing in his blood vessels, the scorching heat of the blue flames and the sweeping heat wave, steaming the air and blurring his vision.

"Are you provoking me? Warrior." Cold words came from the shadows.

"I'm provoking you, Askaron."

Chen Mo dragged the heavy knife backwards, and the burning tip of the heavy knife left a string of sparks on the ground. This was undoubtedly a provocation.

Askaron's figure slowly emerged from the darkness.

She gave her answer with action.

Scout always talks about Askaron as extremely scary. Askaron is indeed a strong and admirable opponent, but for Chen Mo, Askaron is by no means the first person he has to face. Won't be the last.

Chen Mo knew that he was no match for Ascalon, and he also knew that if he could not prove to Ascalon that he had the ability to serve as Theresia's guard, Ascalon would never recognize his existence.

But this does not mean that he will choose to retreat and will be in [*$

Chen Mo would never do this.

He had faced several life-and-death crises along the way. He was about to die every time, but he survived every time. The enemy was certainly terrifying, but Chen Mo knew that the moment he chose to retreat, it meant that you Half of it has been lost.

Madman, madman, evil beast.

The black wall never retreats. No matter you are strong or weak, you have to enter the cage. No one will have mercy on you because of your weakness. The only one who can save you is yourself, only your desire to live, and only your desire for life. The fear of death.

It oppresses you and leaves you with no way out.

In the office of the Tower of Babel, Theresa was sitting in front of the large desk processing the documents on the table. Chen Mo stood quietly behind Theresia, taking the place that originally belonged to Askaron.

Theresia's daily life is very busy, and most of her time is spent processing and approving documents that are delivered to this office from below, which can consume almost all of her time in a day.

She occasionally complained to Chen Mo that her work was too heavy, and occasionally asked when Kelsey would come back, but in the end she always tried her best to handle the things that had to be arranged today in an orderly manner.

Usually by this time, it's already afternoon.

The afterglow of the setting sun would shine in through the large floor-to-ceiling windows behind the desk, rendering the entire office dim, and her white figure would also be cast into a shallow dusk.

At this time, she would carefully take out a stack of drawing paper from the drawer, with a draft of fashion design on it. She told Chen Mo with a little pride that most of her clothes were actually designed by herself.

This is one of Theresia's few hobbies and ways to relieve stress.

Just like today, he took out the stack of drawing paper again, and his eyes would turn to Chen Mo from time to time.

"When is Mr. Chen Mo's birthday?" she asked.

Chen Mo seemed to have guessed what she was going to do, but he still had to pretend to be confused.

"Why does Your Highness ask this?"

"It's a secret." She smiled mysteriously.

"I can't remember clearly, Your Highness. I spent my childhood in an orphanage, and our birthdays were celebrated together with Christmas."

"The 25th?" She looked at the calendar on the table: "It's coming soon."

"Two weeks later." Chen Mo said, "His Highness is going to prepare a gift for me."

"Thank you. Mr. Chen Mo, don't you want to receive a gift?"

"...No, how should I put it, receiving gifts is relatively new to me."

"This is wrong. Receiving gifts and blessings on your birthday is normal and worth looking forward to." His Highness said, "Mr. Chen Mo, please look forward to it."

"I will look forward to it, Your Highness."

Chen Mo's responsibilities include but are not limited to protecting Theresia, accompanying her in her speeches, and being responsible for the security of the entire venue while she holds meetings with local lords.

In this process, Chen Mo finally gradually understood the current situation in Kazdaele and the power Thearesia held.

Different from what Chen Mo originally imagined, there are no longer a few Kazdaele forces and lords who choose to support Theresia. There are even many supporters of Theresia in the area where the photographer went, and even among the people The mercenary organization is unwilling to be her enemy.

This may be the main reason why the Tower of Babel still retains its intact strength despite the growth of the regent and several sieges. Maybe Theresia doesn't need the so-called ideas in Chen Mo's mind at all, just because she is now Her power can start a fight for the throne at any time, and as long as she stands out with a clear-cut banner, her supporters can instantly influence the direction of the country.

But she did not choose to do this. She chose a gentle way to allow the outside world to communicate with Sakaz. While arousing fierce reactions from the Sakaz elders who stubbornly distrusted the outside world, she also achieved success. Tracy’s current status.

Compared with Therasia, Teresis just took advantage of this, because if Theresia followed the will of the Senate, they were still willing to elect her to become the monarch of Kazdaele.

But in this conflict over ideas, no one will choose to give in.

Theresia rarely mentioned Traces. Even though most of the reasons for her current situation came from her royal brother, the name Traces always made Theresia feel uncomfortable. Perceived sadness.

Because of some different ideas, she and her relatives were at war with each other, and her pain and entanglement were deeply buried under her gentle smile.

June 1086, 12, Crystalline Era

There was a light snowfall last night.

Snowflakes fell from the black sky. When I woke up this morning, the camp outside was covered with a light silver.

The weather is a little cold, and the heat exhaled can be seen clearly in the air.

Children can be seen running in the camp outside the Tower of Babel. They gathered and left a series of shallow footprints on the snow.

The scene in front of Chen Mo reminded Chen Mo of many scenes that had become blurred in his memory. However, when he wanted to remember more, those scenes were suddenly shattered and no more could be found.

"What is Mr. Chen Mo thinking?"

Perhaps noticing Chen Mo's absence, Theresia's voice awakened Chen Mo's memory, and he withdrew his gaze from the floor-to-ceiling window.

"It's nothing."

"Are you thinking about the past?" Theresa turned to look out the window, where the children were chasing and playing in the snow, and a smile appeared on her thin lips.

"Mr. Chen Mo has done the same thing before?"

"When I was young...yes." Chen Mo hesitated for a moment, his eyes darkened and he did not deny it: "But it doesn't matter anymore."

Theresia put down the document in her hand and stretched slightly.

He stood up and looked at Chen Mo.

"It's rare that it snows. Mr. Chen Mo, would you like to go out for a walk with me?"

She said this, but without waiting for Chen Mo to answer, she left the office first, picked up the coat hanging on the hanger, looked back at Chen Mo, and made a hurry-up gesture as if to urge him.

Theresa occasionally has a childish side.

Chen Mo had no choice but to follow.

"Mr. Chen Mo rarely talks about his childhood. Was he in Longmen? What kind of city is Longmen?"

In the corridor, Theresia put on her coat and asked.

"Longmen, my impression of that city has almost disappeared. Your Highness, actually I don't know what kind of city it is. It is free, open and prosperous. It may not be as beautiful as people say."

"Have you thought about going back?"

"There will be that day."

"Because of those two friends of yours, right? I heard you mention it."

"Maybe they don't remember me now, and I can't remember their appearance." Chen Mo said, "If that's the case, it should be normal."

"If they still remember you, have you thought about what to do?" Theresa asked.

Chen Mo suddenly couldn't answer. Now he no longer has so much innocence and extravagant hopes.

"..."

"What should I do, Your Highness?" Chen Mo asked: "By the time I go back, ten years will have passed. Ten years can change a lot of things. It doesn't even take ten years to build a new city."

Chen Mo followed Theresia out of the gate of the Tower of Babel. On the steps in front of the gate, he raised his head and looked at the gloomy sky with light snow falling above his head.

Snowflakes fell on his shoulders and quickly disappeared.

"I don't expect those things anymore, Your Highness."

Chen Mo lowered his head and looked at Theresa, who was standing in front of him with arms spread out: "If it's like you said, they still remember me, but they already have their own lives and careers, and for them, I was just a friend who I hadn’t seen for many years when I was young. Maybe we could no longer be called friends at that time.”

But I still feel regret, regret and unwillingness. Watching them have their own careers and lives, their own friends, watching them later meet their own love, and go to the wedding hall with others, I will hate what in my life I didn’t do anything, and I would also hate that I didn’t change anything in my life.

"Will Mr. Chen Mo really be willing to accept this?" Theresa turned around and asked. She stood on tiptoes slightly, standing on the same line with her feet. Her eyes seemed to be smiling, seeing through Chen Mo's disguise.

"No." Chen Mo said calmly: "If it were me, Your Highness, I might find ways to get close to them again, and then use all possible means to drive away anyone around them. No one can stop me, Your Highness, I I will personally smash the heads of everyone who tries to stop me."

"It's terrible."

Chen Mo smiled and placed his palm on the heavy knife at his waist.

"Because that's the kind of person I am, Your Highness." Chen Mo did not deny it: "I didn't have the ability to do anything in Longmen, so I stayed in Kazdale."

"Then do it. No matter what choice you make, I will support you." Theresa put her hands behind her back and turned around: "But it's just me, I can't do anything about others."

"That's enough, Your Highness."

Chen Mo and Theresia were walking in the middle of the camp where there had been light snow. Several children gathered around. Chen Mo stopped them, but Theresia shook her head. She was also the principal of the camp middle school.

Theresia remembered every child's name. It was hard to imagine that she would take the time to remember them, but when she knelt down and called out the name of each Sakaz child, they all showed excitement and bright smiles.

Perhaps some of their fathers have already sacrificed their lives for the cause of the Tower of Babel, and one day in the future, they may also lose their lives for this ideal.

Theresia made them sacrifice her life and life with just a few words. She may be a little despicable, but she is also worth it.

Some things are so clear that you don’t need to worry about them, and some things actually have no reason at all. But when people walk on this road in this life, they always have to make many choices. Paying may not necessarily lead to rewards, and paying does not necessarily mean Be rewarded and successful.

Rather than pursuing illusory ideals, most people care more and can only care about the things in front of them, the three meals a day in front of them, the fatigue in front of them, the warm lights in the room on the way home, and the steaming food on the dining table. Meals.

It is already worth spending a lifetime.

The life that was separated and reunited, broken and broken, broken and broken again, was picked up from the muddy land by Theresia herself, put together and then handed over to their hands again.

In the hustle and bustle of the city at night, the high-rise buildings are calm, with the sound of wind, and the laughter and noise of people are heard in the wind. The streets in the pouring rain are lonely, and in the loneliness, you can only hear the drifting sound of rain and the wheels of cars driving away. Splash.

The camp in the light snow of Sakaz suddenly made Chen Mo feel a long-lost warmth. The warmth came from the smiles and play of Theresia and the children in front of her. He had almost forgotten this feeling. He only remembered The beating of his heart in the gap between death and living seems to be the proof that he is alive.

But it does exist, like a warm current flowing slowly from Chen Mo's heart. There is no rapid breathing, no blood staining his eyes, no trembling palms and angry and ferocious faces on each other's faces.

Chen Mo closed his eyes gently.

This feeling made him feel uncomfortable and seemed to involve his weakness. It should not appear on him at this time.

"This snow has fallen too early. We have to prepare as soon as possible. I don't know if the supplies that Lucille and the logistics department have stocked up this year will be enough to survive this winter, as well as the supplies for the frontline soldiers, Kelsey It would be great if she is still here, she must know what to do better than me."

After the children left, Theresia said worriedly to Chen Mo.

They walked under the snowy trees.

"Your concerns are not wrong, Your Highness." Chen Mo replied: "But our front is not too long yet. This winter has just begun. There is still plenty of time for the Tower of Babel to solve the problem. If something happens, the doctor will definitely come and notify you."

"I understand that the Doctor must have considered all possible problems. I was just thinking about those people besides the Tower of Babel."

"You have no choice, Your Highness, this is not an issue you should consider at the moment. Unless you can end this war immediately, otherwise..." Chen Mo stopped mid-sentence: "Maybe you can try to help those who are in Tre The Sith’s sphere of influence will send supplies to the areas that have suffered the most serious disasters this winter. It doesn’t need to be too much, as long as it can ensure the safety of the soldiers.”

"Will this work?"

"A drop in the bucket, Tracy may not necessarily care about these little actions of yours, because you are this kind of person in their eyes, but this method can be promoted to spread your kindness within his sphere of influence, Tracy Si will definitely not allow this situation and public opinion to ferment in his territory, and he will stop you, or immediately take the same approach as you."

"Can we only choose the hardest-hit areas and a small amount of supplies?" Theresia looked a little moved.

In fact, Chen Mo did not tell Theresia that no matter what Tracy did, he could not eliminate all the hidden dangers caused by the snow disaster in a heavy snow winter. Kazdale was already barren, and correspondingly, Theresa Thea's behavior can make people feel affectionate and identify with him.