Chen Huijie, I am not a good person anymore!

"Alright, alright, I won't bother you. I just got interested when I heard someone talking about old times. This place is open to the public, so feel free to wander around."

The old man said so, but Viviana and Ahmonie certainly couldn't stay here any longer. If possible, Viviana would like to greet the old man on behalf of her adoptive mother, but her current task is to receive Ahmonie as a guest, so she can only think about it.

"No, we have other things to do. I will visit you another day."

"Well, you young people always have things to do. Say hello to your elders for me."

Seeing that the old man did not try to keep her, Viviana felt relieved and left quickly with Ahmoni.

The old man just glanced at Viviana's back, turned around and looked thoughtfully at the portrait of the champion of the first Casimir Knight Tournament. There was nothing there except an empty picture frame, but he knew very well what was buried under this champion wall that had become a ridiculous attraction.

"Noah, Roya, what's the point of having different names? After all of us old guys die, who will remember him?

"Casimir didn't do what we wanted after all. Teacher, why can't your predictions about the future be wrong just once?"

The elderly knight walked to the front of the picture frame. Of course, he appeared on purpose, not only because Viviana mentioned someone he was familiar with, but also because he was worried that the visitor had other intentions. However, he felt relieved after seeing that it was Viviana. Although she had no impression of her, the old man had seen her many years ago.

"Russell's adopted daughter has grown up so much. Sigh... her identity is also a problem. I hope Russell won't be too embarrassed."

The old man walked away with steady steps. On the other side, Viviana and Ahmoni had also walked out of the exhibition hall. One didn't know how to face the strange elders, and the other simply didn't want to waste time there. Anyway, the burned painting couldn't have Roya's face painted on it, so she didn't care.

"I'm so sorry, but I wonder if you'd be interested in having lunch at Casimir's most famous Silver Song restaurant?"

"With great pleasure."

Of course Ahmoni would not refuse. She was really hungry, and it was perfect to have a place to eat. She didn't have to pay for it herself, and she had to try eating and drinking on public funds.

However, due to the appearance of a person resembling Roya, her mission had to be temporarily changed.

Chapter 157: Reunion with Cyril Linguang

Cyril Linguang, this is a name that everyone knows about Casimir. He is a hero who appeared in the Tenth Kawu War. He led the Casimir Knights to fight against the Ursus Army and reversed the entire war situation in one fell swoop. From then on, the entire Linguang family became famous and became the representative of the Casimir Knights.

However, as Cyril Linguang gradually grew old, his eldest son Snitz Linguang disappeared, his second son Mainna Linguang refused to inherit the position of head of the family, and the glorious knight Margaret Linguang was expelled from the country, the entire Linguang family declined rapidly at a speed that no one expected. Now the garden is overgrown with weeds, and the originally exquisite and magnificent house looks desolate and dilapidated. Even when Hongxue and Luo Ya stood at the door, they suspected that the driver had taken them to the wrong place.

"It seems that the Linguang family hasn't been doing well these years."

After listening to Hong Xue's description, Luo Ya expanded his perception range a lot to cover the entire street around him. He was not in a hurry to press the doorbell, but simply stood at the door.

Although it has fallen into decline, the Lin Guang family is a legend in Casimir after all, and the popularity of the Brilliant Knight Lin Guang in Casimir is unlikely to disappear along with her expulsion, so there are still many people on this street who come here specifically to see what the Lin Guang family looks like.

Catching several people in this complicated crowd, Luo Ya thought that he was right. Both the Business Union and the Supervisory Commission should have sent people to secretly observe the movements of the Linguang family. After all, even if Cyril Linguang was bedridden and unable to get up, he was still the legend of Casimir, and he could still stir up a storm in this country.

"Want to go in?"

"Wait a little longer. It's not the agreed time yet. There are still... two minutes."

Listening to Luo Ya's words, Hong Xue felt that sometimes it was no wonder that others suspected that he was blind. This guy didn't behave like a blind person.

Koroya really couldn't see, but there was a timer in his mind that was more accurate than anything else. He could hear the countdown of his own life, as well as the noise in the streets and the various advertisements on the big screens on the streets. The feeling this city gave him was very different from that of Longmen. It was full of overly exaggerated and explosive propaganda, and a mixture of various information and public opinions. This was a city completely dominated by commerce, and the people living in it were overwhelmed by the amount of information and didn't even care about the truth or falsehood.

"Let's go, it's time to go in."

Thinking that the people from the Federation of Commerce and the Knights' Association should have noticed him, Luo Ya thought that he should go in. He had to know that he really came to visit Cyril Linguang and it was not just for show.

Hongxue, who had stood for a long time, reached out and rang the dusty doorbell of Linguang's house, which had been ignored for a long time. Not long after, a vibrant female voice came from the small speaker beside the door.

"Who is it?"

"I came here specially to visit Mr. Cyril Linguang, as asked by someone."

Luo Ya did not lie, he was indeed asked to come to the Linguang family to see how the legendary Casimir was doing now, but the client was a patriot. Although they were once opponents who fought to the death on the battlefield, they were also enemies worthy of respect. When he heard that Cyril was now bedridden and the Linguang family was unable to recover, the patriot's regret and loneliness were also from the bottom of his heart.

As heroes of their respective countries, their endings were not very good. The Patriot was disheartened and left the army to fight against Ursus. Cyril was bedridden and could only watch Casimir become what he is today. Until now, the one who cares most about Cyril's health is the Patriot, who was once his enemy. I don't know if this is absurd.

The girl on the other end of the doorbell obviously didn't expect someone to visit her and hesitated for a moment.

"Please wait a moment. I'll be right there."

After saying this, Maria Linguang put down the doorbell phone in his hand and glanced at the old man lying on the bed looking out the window.

"Grandfather, I'm going to go and greet the guests and will be back soon."

"Go ahead..."

The old man's voice was very faint. He had been seriously ill for many years. In the beginning, he had many friends who came to visit him, but in recent years, few people have come to visit him. After all, it is not a good idea to get involved with him now. His memory has gradually faded in recent years, and the doorbell itself has not been repaired. He just felt that the voice on the other end of the phone was very familiar, but he just couldn't recognize who it was, and it sounded very young, most likely the younger generation of a comrade-in-arms from that year.

With Cyril's consent, Maria hurriedly got up and left to go to the door to greet the guests. Although the voice on the other end of the doorbell sounded very young, those who could come to visit her grandfather were not ordinary people, and she couldn't neglect the guests.

The door of the room was closed, but it was opened again not long after. Tolan, with two swords on his back, walked in with a smile on his face, carrying some fruits and vegetables. When Cyril saw it was him, his eyes softened a lot. He recognized Tolan and knew who Tolan was.

"Sit down, Tolan, what do you want to talk to me about?"

"As expected of you, old man, your guess is so accurate. If it were that guy, Maenna, he would definitely want to drive me away immediately. Are you in good health, old man?"

Tolan put down what he was holding, untied his swords and put them aside, then skillfully took a chair and sat down, not treating himself as an outsider at all.

This was not his first time to come to the Linguang family, but the last time he came was some years ago. Cyril was very happy to see again this young man who once traveled with his youngest son and led a group of bounty hunters into the battlefield. He could still feel that Tolan had not changed.

"It seems that Maina hasn't finished get off work yet. It's a pity that I can't show up in the city, otherwise I would clean up the house for you. That guy doesn't even know how to weed the garden."

Tolan really couldn't find anything to talk about. The man on the bed was an elder worthy of respect to him. There were so many people in Casimir that he looked down upon, but the only thing he was worried about was being lectured by this man.

Cyril didn't say anything to Tolan because of his identity as a bounty hunter. He just listened to him talking about the things in the wilderness and suddenly remembered the doorbell call.

"Did you deliberately send Maria away with the people who came today?"

Tolan's identity is rather special, and on the surface he cannot have any dealings with the Linguang family, so Maria doesn't know of his existence. Tolan readily shook his head in denial.

"Oh no, they are not. How should I put it... They are wanderers from Ursus."

When Cyril heard the word Ursus, his aura suddenly rose, causing Tolan's hair to stand on end. But Cyril quickly retracted his aura and turned into a seriously ill old man again.

"I don't have any old friends in Ursus."

"That's what I told them, but they decided to come visit anyway, so I thought you might as well meet them."

As Tolan spoke, he couldn't help but feel a little scared. Although he was seriously ill, Cyril was still a legend in Casimir. The murderous intent accumulated over the years was still so terrifying. Ordinary people would not be able to stand in front of him.

At this point, Tolan was also blaming Roya in his heart. He could have found another reason to come for a visit, but he had to use the name of the Patriot. Cyril and the Patriot were rivals who fought each other in the past. Was it really appropriate for that guy to come with this excuse?

Cyril closed his eyes and exhaled lightly. He chose to trust this young man, Tolan, for once. Since Tolan did not reject the other party, then this guest might not be a bad one.

"...Well, let's meet."

While the two were talking, Maria had already brought Luo Ya and Hong Xue to her home. Although the family had fallen on hard times, the Lin Guang family's home was still very large. Hong Xue subconsciously compared them and found that her previous house seemed somewhat mediocre compared to this place. This was the result of Cyril's refusal to renovate and rebuild the house back then. It is not difficult to imagine how magnificent the Lin Guang family was when they were glorious.

It was very quiet along the way. Maria, who was walking in front, kept looking at Luoya out of the corner of her eye. This was the first time she saw someone without any racial characteristics. However, she couldn't help but feel a little sympathetic for Luoya's blindness, and she was a little envious of Hongxue's temperament. She looked much more like a lady from a wealthy family than she did.

Walking to Cyril's door, Maria knocked and pushed it open. Cyril was still the only one in the room, but there were some more fruits on Cyril's bedside. Maria, whose mind was elsewhere, did not notice anything wrong and just looked at Cyril.

"Grandfather, the guests are here."

As she spoke, Maria made way for Roya to walk into the room. He subconsciously sensed Tolan's current position and his expression looked a little strange.

However, when Cyril saw Roya's face, his breathing almost stopped, his heart beat extremely fast, and his lips trembled, unable to utter a word.

There had never been a Cyril like this before. Maria was a little panicked. Even Tolan, who was lying on the ceiling, looked at Roya in surprise. When she was wondering if Cyril and Roya were enemies in the past, she suddenly heard Cyril's voice.

"Teacher Noah?"

Cyril's name made Luo Ya's tail straighten up instantly. He really didn't expect to hear this name from Cyril's mouth, but Cyril's words didn't remind him of anything.

However, since he could call Roya "Teacher Noah" like Kashena did, it meant that Cyril did know Roya in the past. Not many people know him by this name now.

"You still remember me." Luo Ya changed his mood, not acting like a junior visiting an elder, but just coming to see a friend he hadn't seen for a long time. There was a little disappointment in his tone, "Cyril, you are so old."

"Just like you said, time is always ruthless, but it seems that fate still favors me. At least I can still see you at the end of my life."

Tears fell from Cyril's eyes. This legendary Casimir rarely cried. At least in Maria's memory, Cyril never cried like this even when her parents disappeared and her sister Margaret was deported. What made her feel most incredible was Cyril's address to Roya, "Teacher?" Roya, so young, was actually her grandfather's teacher?

Hong Xue was also at a loss. She only knew that Luo Ya was one of the founders of Ursus, but she didn't know that he was related to Cyril. He was supposed to visit on behalf of the patriots. Why did Luo Ya and Cyril seem like they were good friends meeting again? If this was a performance, it would be too much of a play.

Trying to calm himself down, Cyril pointed to the seat next to him.

"Please sit down, Maria, and call Zofia for me and ask her to prepare dinner for tonight."

"Oh ok I'll go right away."

Maria hurried out the door after receiving Cyril's instructions. Her mind was in a mess. After all, since Roya was Cyril's teacher, he must be at least a hundred years old. But he looked only a little older than herself.

When Maria left and Roya sat down, Cyril realized that there was a dead look in his eyes.

"Your eyes..."

"It's just that I can't see anymore. It won't affect my daily life. Tolan, you should come down too. It's hard for you to lie there like a spider."

Patting the chair beside him, Luo Ya picked up an apple and the fruit knife on the bedside, fumbled around for a while and started to peel the apple.

After letting go of his hands and falling down from the ceiling, Tolan's mouth couldn't stop twitching. He actually didn't know how to face Luo Ya now. He really hoped that Cyril had recognized the wrong person.

"You... know each other?"

“We’ve known each other for a long time.”

Cyril exhaled lightly. Seeing Luo Ya again seemed to restore a lot of vitality to his whole body, and his voice became more energetic.

"At that time, I had not yet become a knight. I just followed the family tradition to travel and hone my abilities and character. It was also at that time that I met Teacher Noah, on that morning after the rain."

As Cyril spoke, Roya felt as if something in his mind was about to break through the obstacles and wake up. He vaguely remembered that it was a morning when he seemed to be looking for something, and then he met a short but very imposing child, who was very young.

[I just wanted to see how Harlan's descendants were doing, but I didn't expect to meet the Pegasus tribe. Little guy, where are your parents? ]

[Traveling? At your age, this is a very risky decision. The Nightmare Khan back then waited until he reached adulthood before embarking on the journey to heaven. As for me... I'm just a passerby.]

Enduring the headache, it was the same feeling as before when he thought of Longmen in the Deep Pool and when he thought of Ursus in the Integration Movement. Roya had thought about what to do if he met those people he knew in the past in the future, but when he really met them, he felt that there was not much to pay attention to. He just needed to do what he wanted to do, so there was nostalgia in his words.

"You were only twelve years old at that time, and you left the family without telling your parents. They said you could return and become a knight directly after three years."

"You still remember... To be honest, I didn't think you could still remember these things. After all, you also said that you have forgotten too many things."

Cyril felt much better. He had actually prepared himself mentally for Luoya to forget him, but he didn't expect that he still remembered him. This made Luoya feel embarrassed, after all, his previous intentions were not pure.

"Don't you want to ask me why I came to you?"

"It's enough for me to see you once more. As for what you are going to do, I think that's important."

Exhaling, Cyril only regretted that he couldn't sit up now and had to rely on drugs and a ventilator to maintain his life. The war left him with too many obvious injuries and hidden diseases, and the older he got, the more difficult it was to endure.

"It is important, but I am also glad to see familiar faces again."

Luo Ya peeled the apple and gave half of it to Hong Xue, and cut the rest into small pieces and put them on a plate. In the past, Tolan would have been rude to him, but now he had an indescribable fear of Luo Ya, and he found that he could not see through this man's identity.

And what Roya said was not just a polite remark. After Cyril's words evoked his memories, even if only a picture and a few words flashed through his mind, Roya was very glad, because he remembered Igor, the founding king of Ursus who never saw him again until the last moment before his death. Even if his memory was not fully restored, Roya subconsciously regretted this matter.

Because the memories are gone, but the feelings remain in the heart.

It was a blessing for Luoya, a homeless man, to meet someone he knew in the past in Terra.

Chapter 158 Dead Cyril

On the top floor of the Federation Building of the Grand Knight, all the directors of the Casimir Business Federation gathered here. In the past, most of them would discuss how to build momentum for the upcoming knight competition, how to arouse public opinion, and how to gain more benefits. At least today they would discuss who would meet the secret envoy from Victoria.

But with some news that came ten minutes ago, all the directors fell silent.

"You mean someone is visiting Cyril Linguang, what is his identity?"

"Nothing has been found. He doesn't seem to belong to any knight family, nor is he from any other company. We are still tracking down his identity, but we can't install a bug in Lin Guang's house to know the specific content of the conversation."

The spy on the other end of the phone who was responsible for monitoring the Linguang family's movements picked up his telescope and took another look. The sudden appearance of Luo Ya, an unknown person, was unexpected by everyone, but the behavior of the Commercial Federation monitoring the Linguang family itself had already touched the bottom line of the Supervisory Committee. Although the Supervisory Committee and the Knights Association also sent people to monitor this side, it was mainly to contain the Commercial Federation and ensure that they could help the Linguang family at any time.

Cyril is too old, and everyone can see that he will not live long. If he is alive, he can still stir up a storm, and if he dies, he can still cause turmoil in the entire Casimir. Therefore, neither the Business Union nor the Supervisory Committee dare to relax when facing Roya who suddenly visited the Linguang family.

"What is the reaction of the Linguang family?"

"Yes, we just tapped the Lin Guang family's phone through other channels. It was Maria Lin Guang who notified the squire knights to prepare for the dinner."

Hearing this, the directors of the business union became somewhat restless, and their expressions, which had been maintained until now, turned a little ugly. Although they more or less looked down on the old knights of Casimir, and believed that those knight nobles were mostly decadent and backward, stubborn in their thinking and did not know how to keep up with the times, Cyril Linguang was an exception.

As a legend of Casimir, Cyril's position in Casimir is unshakable. Today's Casimir people basically grew up listening to his legend. "The Dawn of the Golden Plains", "Casimir's Golden Pegasus", "The Undefeated Silver Spear of Casimir", Cyril has many titles, but none of them is an exaggeration. No matter whether they are regular war knights or commercial competitive knights, Cyril is almost the spiritual pillar of all of them. It can even be said that he is the symbol of Casimir's chivalry.

For many years, ever since the moment Cyril fell, everyone present had been looking forward to his death. Cyril's death would be a major blow to the Knights of Casimir, that is, the Supervisory Commission and the Knights Association.

But no one dared to attack Cyril. Even though he could no longer stand up, hold his spear and shield, and could no longer fight on the battlefield, the directors of the Business Union did not dare to send their killers to do this. In other words, even if they dared, the killer organization under their control, called the No-Hero Alliance, would not dare to do so.

Cyril must die with the passage of time. If the Chamber of Commerce dares to take action, once any clues are noticed, the knights and nobles of Casimir will find ways to track it down to the end. By then, even if the Chamber of Commerce holds the economic lifeline of Casimir, they will not be able to withstand the anger of the entire Casimir.