The fifth king of the elves

Chapter 822. 822. Continuation of Death

Just when the summer camp competition was in full swing, a long-lost face came to Qidao.

"Harol, aren't you with Carlos, when did you come back?"

Seeing Harold led into the room by the lucky egg, Sirona asked in surprise.

"It's really hard for you to get in here. It took me a long time to explain to the wind speed dog that I was your acquaintance, and I almost couldn't even come to the shore."

Harold asked Happy Egg for a glass of soda, wiped off the sweat on his head, and drank it all in one gulp.

"The main reason is that you didn't greet us in advance. Something happened a while ago, so the defense around the island is very strict."

Luther, who went down to the hall, was shocked when he saw Harold. Logically speaking, Harold is a Sinnoh resident in Carlos, and he would not come back without special circumstances.

"Don't be surprised, I submitted my resignation two months ago, and now the work has been handed over."

"Why haven't I heard any news?" Sirona scratched her head.

"Have you been to Lily of the Valley this year?" Harold smiled wryly. "Or, how many times have you contacted the alliance this year? I heard that they won't bother you if they don't have any major matters. Of course you don't know that I, a small shrimp, resigned."

Although Harold said it easily, Luther could still hear a trace of loneliness.

In the past, he was as talented as Sirona, and was even called a twin star with Sirona by some people, but he loved to play extreme operations and got himself into the hospital several times.

Unrepentant, he squandered the best time during the time when Sirona reached the summit.

The name Harold has been lost in time, and only a few people who have some impressions of elf battles still remember that there was such a character who rivaled Sirona on the way to her rise.

Harold once purchased a camera for Luther and asked him to help record the scenery along the journey, and Luther faithfully fulfilled the request.

I remember that when returning the camera, Harold, who was looking at the photos in the memory, showed a subtle expression that he couldn't explain clearly.

Like envy, like sad.

"Why did you resign?" Sirona was still thinking about her previous friendship, trying to figure out what Harold was doing.

"I got an idea and found a new job, so I quit."

"new job?"

Harold waved his hand and spit out four words lightly: "Interpol."

Luther shook his hands while drinking the honey tea made by Mai.

Not long ago, Wu Ertu agreed with Huishi and himself on the time when the first batch of trained Interpol would come to the island. According to the time, it should be near the end of the summer camp.

"Are you the one who came to Qidao for training?" Luther asked.

"Yes, they didn't ask to gather and set off together. I'm in the Sinnoh area myself, so I came here ahead of time."

Huishi, who was listening and not speaking, asked curiously, "Why do you want to be an Interpol?"

Seeing the questioning look in Harold's eyes, Mai smiled and introduced Huishi's identity.

Harold was silent for a while, then said frankly: "Seeking excitement."

"I've heard about the deeds of Senior Greystone. He fought against the opponent's elves with bare hands, and he was able to counter-kill and break through when he was surrounded by the younger generation of Interpol. Decades of rich experience in fighting against the most vicious people, the temperament of hatred..."

"It must be that people who look down on my nature not to protect something, but to satisfy their own desires participate in Interpol."

Huishi smiled: "I said before that hot blood is easy to be cold, and only hatred lasts forever. My words should also have a market in Interpol. Have you heard of it?"

"I heard."

"The people who heard me say this before couldn't understand your thoughts like me now, so I don't hate people who have your thoughts, because I know that passion doesn't last long."

"People like you who act out of their own desires and a sense of justice will be the nightmare of villains, such as... Wusong."

Harold didn't have much contact with Wu Song, and he didn't know why Wu Song appeared in such a conversation, but Harold still heard the encouragement in Huishi's words.

Harold wasn't lying, he really joined Interpol just for the thrill.

The quiet life and peaceful daily life made every part of Harol's body start to rust.

In his dream, he began to miss the scene where he rode on the flaming horse and galloped on the grassland in the past.

I also began to dream that I and the resentful shadow doll went deep into the mansion where the ghost elves often haunted, and played pranks on the ghost elves.

Sometimes it is a scene of skiing on a snow mountain without protective gear, and sometimes it is a scene of climbing a mountain without protective gear.

Not only him, but the flame horse and the resentful shadow doll are also getting more and more depressed.

They were attracted by Harold during their trip, and the three of them worked together until they became addicted.

Harold went to the hospital, and they both went to the elf center.

Harold drank, they smoked.

Let Sirona describe it as birds of a feather flock together, but the bond between them is really tightly connected.

Let such a person who loves to die be responsible for written work, it is better to hack him to death.

He likes to kill, is keen on wandering around, and can also use his spare energy by the way. It seems that there is no place more suitable for Harold than Interpol.

"Greystone will take you to the place where you live tonight. Although the special training hasn't started, you still can't live in the house. Are you okay?"

Luther and the sick Urtu promised that they would get a group of elite Interpol. He has always been a man of his word, so he will not release Harold, who is an old friend and has helped him a lot.

Harold stood up and saluted Luther and Huishi: "Follow your orders."

When both Huishi and Luther left and continued to pay attention to the summer camp games, Sirona and Harold sat in front of each other after many years.

Fate didn't play tricks with Harold, and the talents he lost were the consequences of his choices.

Sometimes Harold looked at the figure of Sirona appearing on TV, and often wondered, if he restrained his desire at that time, could he replace it?
Life never happened again, and it was only a short moment between the two people meeting and then quickly pulling apart.

"I didn't expect Luther to grow to the point where he is now." Harold opened up the conversation, but did not talk about himself.

"I didn't expect that, after all, many of the children I chose would never show up again."

Sirona smiled heartily, as if recalling the afternoon when Dr. Yamanashi sent the video to herself.

"Do you think Luther is an amazing genius?"

Harold asked suddenly.

(End of this chapter)