Longmen Memoirs

Because she is young, because she is stubborn, and because she has Drac's blood in her body, they are born to be a group of guys who refuse to admit defeat. They are arrogant, even called arrogant. Although the provoking method is clumsy, it has always been very useful in dealing with such people.

They are all born leaders and are willing to accept the sense of accomplishment and self-satisfaction that comes from the task of guiding others.

In fact, the old man's words were full of loopholes if you think about it carefully. But when a person desperately wants to prove something to another person, and desperately wants to resist him and resist her own destiny, she should naturally fall into it.

Because she does not yet understand the dangers of this world, she believes that this world should be clear in black and white, right is right and wrong is wrong. If it is wrong, it should be corrected. If it is right, it should stick to it.

That was one of the most profound things that affected her.

It was also the day her "noble life" ended.

In the grand main hall of the palace, the main hall of a certain duchy city in Ursus, a young officer stepped on an expensive wool carpet and slowly appeared from the door to the center of the palace.

It was gloomy outside.

She stopped at the bottom of the steps and raised her head slightly to stare at the cold-tempered old man sitting on the lord's seat on the steps. The old man was thin, with narrow cheekbones that accentuated his sharp chin. His eyes were deep and narrow, and his whole person exuded a sense of darkness and darkness. With a strange aura, he stood on the steps with his hands behind his back, looking down at the young officer below. The gorgeous and majestic noble dress on his body inexplicably added a touch of elegance and calmness to him.

"You're back." The old man asked calmly, showing no joy or unnecessary emotions.

She had a cold face and did not answer, but silently tightened the hilt of the sword at her waist.

"Don't you like that sword? Why do you carry it with you?"

"Just hand in hand."

She answered calmly, looking directly into the old man's eyes, but she did not give in or be timid.

"Oh." The old man replied softly, his eyes moved, and he looked at her: "You smell of earth, but there is no smell of blood or burnt smell. Your maid said you haven't had time to take a bath yet. You were in a hurry to see me, so I guess you didn’t do anything.”

The old man seemed to be aware of her movements at all times, which she was not surprised about, because this was his city.

"Have you found a better way, Tallulah? To deal with this thorn in your side, it's because you found a better way, so you didn't do what I said, right?"

The old man asked calmly, as if curious, without any displeasure at her disobedience.

"You not only wanted me to get rid of Major Antonio, you tricked me into killing a child."

She asked coldly, her fingers holding the hilt of the sword tightening slightly: "Cosiche... a child. Antonio is traveling with his son. You asked me to frame him. The gendarmes will take him to the next city on his way to the next city." Even if he was beaten to death, his son would not be able to survive.”

"Antonio is very good at using screens. You can definitely tell that the boy is not his son."

Cosich explains, or rather asks.

She just sneered at this.

"Ah……"

"I also taught you that only when we have a more important goal, we will inevitably make sacrifices in morals and resources."

The old man continued: "If you let Antonio go, next time he will appear in the mansion of a special agent in Victoria."

“The annoying little film-makers will point out the routes of our four cities in the next year to identify our trading partners, check our resource sources, outline our import and export routes, and gain insight into our defenses. Arrangement.”

"Your moment of kindness will ruin the lives of countless people in the four cities for a year, causing them to fall into poverty and hunger. However, your opponent will not feel pity or gratitude towards you because of this."

Tallulah looked cold.

"I've destroyed the files."

Kosich nodded with satisfaction.

"Very good! Well done. You can do it, can't you?"

He was very satisfied with the result, but it was not enough: "But Tallulah, how can you prove that Antonio has not seen those files?"

The old man emphasized the last two words, as if he was giving a lesson.

"Why would he take the file if he didn't know its contents."

"Then how do you prove that he will betray your duchy and Ursus? Why don't you question him and arrest him, but get rid of him directly?" Tallulah asked.

"I don't need proof."

The old man shook his head: "Questioning him gives him a chance to defend himself and escape punishment. His behavior cannot be forgiven."

"It is possible for him to do this, then this is enough for me, for Ursus, and for the law."

"He can't, he can't do that."

The old man turned around and sat down as he spoke, seeming a little disappointed with the officer in front of him: "——Antonio has been dealt with. After you destroyed the documents, my snake scales helped you finish it."

"I knew it. I knew... you couldn't let him go." Her tone was annoyed and angry, her lowered hands clenched tightly, and in the end she could only glare at the old man in front of her.

But the other party didn't care.

"I'm just constantly training you to make you better every time. You see, you have once again failed to live up to my expectations. You didn't do as well as you did last time, Tallulah."

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The old man lowered his gaze, his narrow eyes hidden in the shadow of the seat. The lights in the room were not bright. The gloomy sky soon began to rain heavily, and the sound of rain, accompanied by thunder, sounded loudly outside the castle.

The old man's words were calm and indifferent. He stared at the officer in front of him who made no secret of his malice.

"You were so outstanding at the Shevatar meeting, and, Tallulah, you should admit that you enjoyed it too."

The old man said that he remembered the way the officer in front of him was talking and focusing on many nobles and officers at the Shevata Conference, and slowly added: "The feeling of being the culmination of a million."

His words seemed to have some kind of magic, like bewitching and fascinating, but they seemed to stimulate the officer in front of him.

"You're insulting me. You're only going to make me more angry."

She asked angrily, but the anger did not swallow up her reason, but she could not deny that the feeling of being looked up to was indeed addictive.

"Then... you must enjoy the feeling of being a perfect person more."

The old man changed his words. In his eyes, the officer in front of him was just a subconscious rebuttal because he was disgusted with himself. She hated everything about herself, including his recognition of her, but she could not deny her inner thoughts.

The fiercer her rebuttal will only prove, the weaker and paler she becomes.

She was just afraid that she would fall into it under the guidance of the old man.

"I know your concerns very well, and I also understand your thoughts, so..." The old man did not mention the previous topic: "Snake Scales let the young man pretending to be his son go."

"How about it, Tallulah? Should you be able to do this alone?"

There is no conflict between killing Antonio and sparing his son, and you just want to resist my order. What do you want to prove, and what can you prove?

It doesn't make any sense, does it?

"That boy is his son." Tallulah gritted her teeth and said, "He! That's! Yes."

"He might not be."

The old man shook his head slightly.

"When this boy reaches adulthood, he will find you and avenge his father." The red eyes were like flames, sharp and hot, staring at the dark old man above.

A cold smile slowly appeared on the corner of the old man's mouth.

"Then you are going to...when are you going to avenge your father again?"

The old man asked slowly, and the anger in his eyes seemed to be unable to waver him in the slightest. His voice was cold and mocking, like a whisper: "Tallulah, the person who killed your father is still alive."

Tallulah gritted her teeth and failed to answer. She didn't want to think about that city or the man who was supposed to raise her up.

But the old man was unwilling to let her go easily.

He opened up the scars and pain in Tallulah's heart, and the memories of Longmen's childhood came flooding back, including loneliness, discrimination, warmth, and dependence on each other.

"I promised you that I would train you to be able to take revenge with your own hands, but you are now... not enough yet."

"...Stop talking, Kosiche!" she growled through gritted teeth.

The old man sighed softly.

"Alas, apart from these, Tallulah, apart from your own requirements, I also hope that you can become an excellent person."

Tallulah's clenched teeth relaxed slightly, and her smile represented strong ridicule.

"An executioner, a military police chief, a noble officer, a conspirator, a magician who is good at creating massacres?!"

She read them one by one, paused, sneered and asked, "Is this the excellent person you call?!"

She may never have imagined that when the titles she had thought about one by one, someone was realizing them one by one, and what she hated and rejected became what another person worked hard to become.

A murderous executioner, a mercenary leader who works for money, a noble officer of Sakaz, a conspirator who is good at causing massacres and is called a butcher.

The old man's words fell silent, and he seemed to disagree with Tallulah's words.

"Tallulah, Tallulah. No." He called twice in a row, with a sincere tone, looking at Tallulah with undisguised lust and nakedness: "I long for an heir."

"..."

Tallulah seemed frightened by these words.

"I didn't expect you to say such disgusting words so bluntly."

She looked at the old man with disgust, as if she had thought of something, and a slightly proud smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "It's just, huh, I'm sorry, Duke."

She chuckled.

"Your expectations are about to... be disappointed."

The exhilarating feeling of getting revenge made her extremely happy and excited.

"Um……"

The old man frowned slightly.

"I can see you're excited. Tell me, Tallulah, tell me what did you do to make you so proud?"

"I got a small piece of Originium material from the mine half a year ago. Guess what...?"

Perhaps it was the joy in her heart that had been suppressed for so long that allowed her to have a leisurely mind. She wanted to know what the old man in front of her would look like when he knew that her deliberate inducement failed in the end.

She was still too young, too young to hide her pride, too young to despise the old monster in front of her.

Tallulah looked into the old man's eyes and said slowly: "I embedded it in my arm."

"……Oh?"

There was a trace of curiosity on the old man's expression.

"good results."

Tallulah raised her head slightly: "I am already an infected person. I am an infected person now. Duke Cosiche, I will not die soon. Your strategies, your plans, and your investment have all come to nothing. You have no idea." The law is using me."

She breathed a sigh of relief as she spoke, her smile becoming brighter and brisker.

"Ah, what an unexpected method." The old man hesitated for a moment before thinking of his comment on this behavior.

"How does it feel to go bankrupt in a conspiracy?" Tallulah asked.

"Cosiche, I have become the most hated and despised infected person in Ursus and this land...the most despicable infected person in the city, in the tundra and in the wilderness."

She didn't care about the words that trampled on her, but she had earned dignity and was not a puppet at the mercy of others. She should be proud.

The old man was unmoved. After a long time, he asked:

"Would your sister be happy to see you like this?".

"Look at what you are like now, Tallulah. It is you who are ruining your life, your dignity, and the path you have chosen."

The proud smile froze on his face, replaced by deep-seated hatred and anger.

"……you!"

"What makes you deliberately oppose me, my daughter?" the old man said gently.

"--you."

Tallulah looked directly into the old man's eyes: "You lied to me. You lied to me that Wei Yanwu was the mastermind who killed my father. You didn't tell me that they once fought against you together and drove you out of Longmen."

"You didn't tell me what role you played in my father's death. Even if Wei Yanwu killed my father, he was guilty and he should die-"

Her words were cold and sharp, like the sharp steel in her waist.

"You can't escape the blame either!"

She did not regret leaving Longmen, but she was full of joy and guilt for Hui Jie at this moment. She was glad that she did not leave with her, and felt guilty that she had abandoned her and thrown herself into this hell.

She suddenly remembered that many years ago, the boy was like this when he left the orphanage.He had made the same choice that rainy night before he left.

"On the surface, you treat your people well, and you place other settlements around the city to give the infected a stable place to live..." Tallulah said coldly: "In fact, you deliberately let the infected and the residents live a different life. Living in a different place, you let the residents of the city find self-esteem in the infected people."

"The city's plundering of citizens has been glorified by you as a material obligation. They actually oppress the infected and non-citizens with no fixed place to get comfort!"