Ark, they don't revolve around you

"If only you could see the original Doctor, sir."

"The original Doctor?"

"This statement is strange, but it is very accurate. At that time, the Doctor knew nothing about the war. When we saw him, he was being hunted, and he only brought Amiya with him."

Scout used the pot to boil the vegetables and meat until they were soft. "But we are in a more miserable situation than him. The enemies chasing him are also chasing us. We temporarily formed an alliance for the same goal. After all, our team happened to need a doctor at that time. His medical skills and medicine can help us a lot."

"He's not really a proper doctor."

"But how many doctors are there in Kazdel? Every doctor is monopolized. Your Highness told us that what Kazdel needs is education, hospitals, mobile cities and base stations, but our children have only done two things since birth. One is to become a mercenary, and the other is to work in an Originium factory without protective clothing."

Scout shrugged. "Anyway, we accepted him, but the enemy's firepower was too strong. We were soon trapped in the canyon and ran out of ammunition and food. I still remember that girl named Amiya was very scared. She tried to comfort people like the doctor. Everyone felt that it was the end, but no one had any regrets, because we knew this ending the day we picked up the gun and crossbow."

His voice was a little higher. Scout was usually silent, but he was so excited. "Then the doctor asked us to leave everything to him."

"He told us that we shouldn't die. He told us that the people of Kazdel also have dignity. He is actually a scholar. But he took up arms and commanded people because of me. It was me who brought him to this world of war. Doctor Kal'tsit, why don't we trust him?"

Kelsey was silent for a long time, and whispered: "What if it was just a disguise? Maybe he was just pretending to be like that."

"You must think so. Everyone knows that you don't like the doctor." Scout didn't mind. "But people who have experienced it won't think so. I was really happy when he led us out of the siege. We took out meat and wine in the wilderness, and everyone got drunk. He sang when he was drunk, and his singing was so bad. How could that idiot be a disguise?"

Kal'tsit was speechless. Even if Scout said so, she would never believe it.

So six years ago, when the Tower of Babel collapsed and Zhuang Ning was seriously injured, did you have a fleeting thought in your heart that you wanted to bury the doctor completely? !

Kal'tsit couldn't answer. She performed surgery on the seriously injured and dying doctor and then threw him into the sarcophagus. She looked coldly at the dying evil spirit roaring hoarsely with a curse tone!

…The operation began.

Kal'tsit erased the feeling of memories. This was related to Zhuang Ning's safety, and she had to do her best.

Yes, Scout is right, the Doctor was like that originally, but the war changed him. Later he lost his memory and returned to his previous appearance, but no one trusted him.

You strangled Zhuang Ning with your own hands. Scout said that he was the one who brought the Doctor into the battlefield, but it must be you who completely wiped out the Doctor's mind.

Now, you almost killed him...

"I'm sorry." She said softly. In this space where only she and the Doctor were, Kal'tsit could finally let go of her long-lost emotions.

Tears fell down her face and she said no more. The only sound of air conditioning supplying air lingered in the operating room.

Chapter 86 I wish the day I was born would turn into night

"Are you really not going back to the Lateran? After all, you are a messenger, you have to tell the Pope." Fiammetta's fragmented voice rang out.

The snow stopped, and the entire Longmen was covered in silver. Mostima was in the tallest building in the city center. In the dark night, she overlooked the city of Longmen. Countless neon lights intertwined, like starlight.

"I will be back, but it will take a while."

"The Pope rarely expresses himself so anxiously, Mostima, and you have never been so emotional before." Fiammetta frowned.

"I can't?"

"In the past you would just smile all the time, making it hard for people to tell what you were thinking." Fiammetta said coldly. She really couldn't stand Mostima in recent days. Where did that girl who had survived the fall from angel go? Where did that girl who was calm and collected and brazenly accepted her staff and mission go? Now she was in the wind, so fragile that she would fall down if you pushed her with your hand.

"I was smiling too." Mostima said softly. She was not lying. She had been smiling since the New Year, with a slight curve at the corners of her mouth.

"You're laughing?" Fiammetta walked in unhappily, looking at the glory that her friend had witnessed. "I don't understand, Mostima. You are actually a very heartless person. Why are you so obsessed with him?"

"Boqing, so this is how you think of me?" Mostima pretended to be surprised.

"Are you still heartless? You are the kind of person who looks down on everyone. You showed no mercy when killing the Sarkaz." Fiammetta's eyes were cold. "You didn't care about anything before, you only cared about our team, so you lost your mind because of Andorn's betrayal."

Mostima was stunned. She had always felt that Fiammetta was a little pitiful because she did not have the empathy of the Laterans. But now that she thought about it, this girl really knew her well, right? She smiled, but tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.

she cried.

"Mostima?!" Fiammetta's voice became more and more impatient. "He's just an outsider. You, what's wrong with you?"

"Do you want to know? Our Fiammetta has started gossiping."

"I'm not kidding!" Fiammetta became much colder.

"Why?" Mastema's smile disappeared, the wind blew her blue hair, and she murmured, "Do you know what happened to me a year ago?"

"which one?"

"It's not a big deal. I went to deliver a letter to the Emperor of Ursus."

She said it lightly, but Fiammetta knew what it meant. The relationship between Lateran and Ursus was not good - more than bad, the greatest shame of Lateran was that the Gunners were defeated by the Iron Tide, and they were forced to agree to Ursus's westward advance.

"I was assassinated at that time. The one who killed me was an inner guard, the emperor's sharp blade."

Fiammetta's eyes narrowed: "You never said that?"

"What is there to say? I'm fine. I'm half a spy anyway. How could the Internal Guard allow me to leave?" Mostima said calmly, "But it took me a lot of effort to get rid of that guy. The Internal Guard is really a group of black hyenas. If you don't get rid of him, he will keep pestering you."

"You finally got rid of him."

"The Emperor's sharp blades are all single-minded and crazy people. If I can't get rid of them, I am not worthy of the Pope's trust, and there is no need for you to monitor me." Mostima paused for a long time, "But I will be tired too."

"When you walk through the ice and snow, half of your body is buried in the snow, and your blood almost freezes, it is not a good feeling, Fiammetta." Her voice turned cold.

There are always people who admire Mastema, but few people can understand this contradiction. Has she been so free in the past few years? Her most carefree time has been ruined by Andorn's betrayal. Maybe the depression is also accumulated in her heart, polluting this girl bit by bit.

Fiammetta lowered her eyes, realizing that this was the first time her friend had opened up to her from the bottom of her heart. They were too close, and while Mostima might be willing to die to protect Fiammetta, she rarely expressed such loss.

"You are very tired. The whole world has no appeal to you. It is full of dirt and darkness. Then you return to that place. Someone prepares hot tea for you. You can pour out everything you want without restraint." Mostima lowered his head. "He also prepared snacks. He regards you as a friend. He thinks you understand him, and you also think he understands you... Fiammetta, this situation can no longer be described as love, right?"

Fiammetta didn't react for a long time. She finally understood that this was not love, but dependence. That Mostima would actually become dependent on others one day!

"Knowing that there is someone who will listen to me, all the bad things on the journey are not so annoying. You can curse the emperor's sharp blade in front of him. His tea can dispel the cold winter of Ursus. This is really great, Fiammetta. For the first time, I have the idea of ​​spending my life with you alone."

"But you rejected him."

"Yes, I am a coward. I was so afraid of this kind of dependence that I didn't show up at Rhodes Island for a whole year." Mostima laughed at himself, "Because I was afraid... Andorn, our captain, would pull the trigger on his teammates for his ideals. I don't want to experience that again."

"I cut off contact with him. I didn't reply to his letters. In his eyes, I seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth. Even when the tea he brewed got cold, I wouldn't show up. He's so smart, how could he not guess that I was avoiding him..." Mostima gritted his teeth, "And now, I have made up my mind and almost killed him again... I don't understand why things like this always happen. I, I..."

Her words became increasingly unclear, her mind extremely confused, she hugged her staff and almost roared: "Damn it, go to hell, fuck the Lord, may the day I am born turn into night!"

This is a great blasphemy. This girl once believed in gods, but the gods turned her into the form of a demon. May the night of my life turn into darkness. This is also the most cruel curse against God from a good person whose family was destroyed by the devil in the Lateran scriptures!

Fiammetta was silent, a year had passed and his friend had made up his mind, but things had changed, he had intended to atone for his sins, but ended up almost killing the person he was trying to protect.

How could she not curse?

Fiammetta turned quietly and said, "I will tell the Holy See about your intentions, Mostima. I cannot comfort you."

"Ah."

"I am leaving."

"Ah."

"Goodbye."

"Ah."

The sound disappeared.

Finally, the girl, who was alone, began to cry loudly.

Chapter 87 We will be on the same path

"Texas...Texas?!"

"what happened?"

"You were looking at that place just now. Is that the docking area?" Exia whispered. She looked at Letian, but she was actually a smart girl, especially good at observing people's words and expressions. "If you really want to go, you can. Sora will understand you."

"No." Texas took a deep breath. How could a killer not control his emotions? Moreover, she was the last lone wolf of the Texas family. "I have an appointment with Kong. I still have to go to her performance. People who don't keep their promises are annoying."

"Oh." Angel was silent. In fact, she knew that the pillar of her Penguin Logistics was not right when she came back that day. She was covered in blood, which told them that the girl had experienced an unprecedented bloody battle, but she said nothing. She sat on the sofa without saying a word and drank bottle after bottle of wine.

She was so terrifying, no one had ever seen Texas in this state, and she wanted to say something, but in the end the Emperor appeared out of nowhere and stopped the girl.

"Leave the little girl's emotional issues to me." The emperor clapped his hands, or fins, exaggeratedly and sent everyone else away.

No one knows what the Emperor and Texas said that night, but in the end, Texas got better - at least she got better on the surface. She still worked with Penguin Logistics, moving goods and fighting with idiots.

But she always looked in the direction of Rhodes Island, and only then would her eyes become dull.

"Texas, what did your boss say to you that day?" Angel asked cautiously. There were few things that could make this girl unhappy, and her best friend was one of them.

"what?"

“It’s New Year’s Day!”

Texas looked at her for a few seconds and lit a cigarette. She rarely did this in Longmen, usually biting a pocky, but pocky was originally used to replace tobacco, which was what she used to numb herself when she was a Syracuse killer.

"Nothing?" she said.

"You're kidding me!"

"I complained about a lot of things, and the boss said that everyone is young once, and young people can always be forgiven for making more mistakes. He told me not to take some things too seriously, and then I nodded and fell asleep."

“Just... like this?” The Angel of Power was horrified. Looking at her appearance the day before yesterday, it was as if the sky had fallen down. Unexpectedly, she actually recovered on her own.

"That's enough." Texas threw the cigarette butt out of the window without any manners. "The boss knows me very well. He knows I just want to say something."

"What did you tell the boss?" Angel was on high alert again, fearing that this would touch some highly sensitive nerve of his friend.

But Texas didn't care: "It was a long time ago when I was in Syracuse. I said I was a very bad person. My father killed my grandfather but I was indifferent. Texas's family was destroyed but I was not shaken. I told him that wolves are cruel. Old wolves will be replaced by young wolves. If the new wolf king still has a conscience, he will give the old wolf some meat. But at that time, the wolf pack will regard the old wolf as a burden. No one will care about it. It will die if it dies."

"Wolf?" Archangel felt that this topic had jumped even further.

"Yes, the wolf and Syracuse are the same, so we all claim to be descendants of the wolf mother."

Texas murmured, "A single wolf is not a very powerful creature, but when a pack of wolves invade together, all the prey on the grassland will tremble."

The Angel didn't know how to respond for a moment, and after a long pause, he responded: "It feels very similar to your family's way of survival."

"Yes, but I always thought I was an outlier." Texas turned his head. The Angel had never seen Texas so serious. "Because I am an outlier, my blood is cold, I am lazy, and I am helpless. That's why I can sit back and watch my father kill my grandfather. I don't find it strange. This is the scene of the wolf pack competing for the wolf king. If the old wolf king obediently abdicates and gives him some free time, he can still grab food like a lowly dog, but the new wolf king will always be suspicious of the old wolf king. I thought I was tired of everything. I think the struggle of the wolf kings is ridiculous, but there is no difference between me and them."

"The difference is huge!"

"where?"

"You don't desire power at all. In the Volsini incident, if you just shouted, the city would be yours!" Archangel Exiah didn't think that Texas was as fierce as the Wolf King.

"That's because I always run away, Angel. Is it really just because of a ridiculous desire for power that the new wolf king kills the old wolf king? No, the new wolf king may also be very sad, but he has no choice."

The Archangel finally heard something wrong in Texas' words: "Texas, are you leaving?"

They are really good friends. Texas left without saying a word, but Angelica guessed it.

"I'll be leaving in a while." Texas didn't deny it and forced a smile. "I still have to hand over the work of Penguin Logistics."

"You are going to... Volsine?"

"Is this what the Doctor wants? He said it is my duty."

"Where is the obligation? You hate the family!"

"Yeah, it's annoying, but can I just run away? It's been twenty years, and Texas's reputation still scares the villains. I can't run away." Texas smiled quietly, and this smile made Archangel feel confused.

"Then there's no need to leave Penguin Logistics!"

"..."

"Is it because of... the doctor? I heard that he was seriously injured..."

Texas nodded calmly, "It's because of him."

"I don't understand. The Doctor has never made things difficult for others. Although he has expressed similar expectations, he never mentioned it again after you refused." Exia didn't know why her reaction was so intense, and she was even at a loss for words.

"But he was looking forward to it." Texas whispered. This reason was enough.

Angelica was speechless. Once Texas decided on something, she would not change it. That was why she rejected the Doctor at that time, wasn't it?

But she still asked, “Is it worth it?”

does it worth?

You have done so much, finally escaping from Syracuse, and now you are back on that battlefield...

Is it worth it? Texas asked itself.

Worth it, she answered herself.

Memories echoed back. It was indeed the rainy night in Syracuse. She had hugged that man tightly, and her breath seemed to be frozen. At that time, all the families were hunting them. They seemed to be abandoned by the world, but there was always someone standing by her side.

If you don’t want to involve your friends, you can involve me… He said seriously, I will always be your friend!