Ember Gun

  Chapter 431 The Dying Person

  Curry went to the window and drew the curtains so that the noon sun would sink into the house and light up the dim light.

  The light reflected his cheeks pale, probably because he had been hiding in the dark for too long. He gave people a feeling of sickness, and his skin was pale, as if there was no blood flowing underneath.

   "Are you feeling okay?"

  Curry asked about the darkness behind him, he turned around, his movements were very stiff, and he could not stand firmly for a while.

   "This thing should be changed too."

  Curry muttered to himself. After standing firm, he opened his coat, only to see steel nails hitting his leg, they were mechanically connected together to assist Curry's actions.

  "Well, human beings can't escape the invasion of the years. I used to think that my feet were a little lame, but after a few years, I was completely lame."

  Curry seems to be talking to another person, but he seems to be talking to himself.

"How did it come at that time? A bomb exploded beside me, and shrapnel cut into my thighs and my chest. Since then, I have suffered from these diseases. Every year, in order to keep me alive, Tie The law bureau will spend a lot of money."

  Curry touched his chest again as he spoke, and under the wrapper of his clothes, there was a faintly painful scar in it.

  There was no reply in the dark, the other party didn't seem to want to pay attention to him, or he was a silent person.

   "Let’s have a chat, Yvar, I’m very curious about you Vikings."

  Curry opened the curtains completely as he spoke, the dazzling sunlight filled the entire room, and the dusty room also reflected the man in the depths.

  It was a somewhat thin man, his bare skin was similar to Currie, and it was probably the same that hadn’t been exposed to the sun for too long, showing a strange paleness.

  He curled up in the corner of the iron bed, wrapped himself up in a blanket, hung his head, breathing deeply, like a silent sculpture.

  Ivar Rodbroek.

  There are no obvious scars on the man's body. It seems that Ivar has not been tortured or beaten. Apart from this somewhat terrible living environment, as a captive hostage, Ivar's treatment looks pretty good.

   "What to talk about? There is nothing to talk about."

  It’s probably been too long since I spoke, and Ival’s voice was hoarse.

  He raised his head, his sickly expressionless face, but such a silent expression made Curry feel a beast-like ferocity, as if he was facing some kind of terrible monster.

"Interesting……"

  Curry whispered.

  Looking at the embarrassed Ivar, even after seeing it many times, Curry still felt a slight tremor. It is difficult for him to describe Ivar with the existing vocabulary. He is very contradictory and very strange.

  Perhaps it is the blood of Viking. Even though Ivar is a born deformity and extremely weak body, under that eye pupil, it seems that this fragile body is bound by a violent heart.

  Yes, Ivar is the heir of Odin, a child of the Rodbrook family. If he is really a cowardly fellow, Curry might be disappointed instead.

"I just received the letter. The Viking nations sent envoys to exchange hostages with us... That is to say, your father agreed to our proposal, and in a while, you will leave Galunaro and return to the Vikings. This is probably our last chance to get along, Ivar."

Curry sat on the bed and looked at Ivar in the corner. After hearing his own words, his eyes were obviously shaken. It seemed that he did not expect that the Viking nations would really agree with Galunalo. 'S proposal, no... this is not just a proposal. For the Viking nations, this is a threat from Gallunaro.

  But they compromised. Faced with this threat, they actually compromised.

  Ival's pupils tightened, but they stretched out quickly. He didn't care about Currie, just kept the previous posture and sat quietly in the corner.

  "Do you have nothing to say? This is probably the first time you have left the realm of the Viking kingdoms, right? Gallunaro is far warmer than there. You don't need to be wrapped in a blanket all the time."

  Curry is still trying to communicate with Ivar.

  Ival did not say a word, but grabbed the blanket and wrapped himself firmly.

  He raised his head and looked at the world outside the window, a beautiful blue with gentle sunlight falling.

  Curry is right, the living environment here is far better than that of the Viking countries, there is no cold gale, and there is no extreme low temperature and endless glaciers.

Sometimes Ivar would feel that the Viking countries are a cursed land, where the sea is always roaring and roaring, the solid and cold land can not produce any crops, the resources are extremely scarce, and even all the Vikings are in order to survive. Had to become a pirate.

  Thinking about this, Ivar looked a little sad.

   "I heard Irene mentioned you, you are called a father by her... blood relative?"

  Ival finally spoke, and he asked curiously.

   "No, I am the father of many people. The Iron Law Bureau needs the most loyal people."

  Curry did not expect that Ivar would actually speak, although the things he was talking about were a little different from what he thought, but it was a good start.

   Little is known about Curry about the King of Ice Sea. Although it is said that the Viking kingdoms are ready to unite with Galunalo, Curry’s style is to make all preparations.

  He hoped to get some information from Ivar. Curry also thought about torturing Ivar, but that directly put an end to the potential alliance, and he had no choice but to give up.

   "Many people? Irene is one of them?" Ivar asked.

   "Yes, I was born in a very bad environment. There are many people who are just as bad. I let them have the ability to survive, and they work for me, which is very cost-effective."

  Curry did not directly answer these questions, but from the lingering sound of his words, Ivar can already guess a lot of things.

   "Eileen said you are a lunatic, and you can easily give up many things for the rise of Gallunaro, even if you sell your soul to the devil."

  Ival said calmly.

"Oh? I actually think I am a very good good person... Although I am a bad person to you, I am an out-and-out hero for the entire people of Gallunaro. With my efforts , Gallunaro will usher in a greater tomorrow."

  Curry doesn’t like to talk about simple good and evil. This is what children can say. He just has a different position and different interests.

   "And do you think that woman's words are credible? She handed you over to me. It feels bad to be deceived, right?"

  Curry tried to attack Yvar’s heart and slammed towards the damage.

  Ival was indifferent and did not respond. What was even stranger was that after a brief period of calm, there was a slight smile on his face.

   "You... don't you hate her?"

   Currie asked suspiciously.

  Ival shook his head. He seemed to have figured out something and was not as vigilant as before. He leaned against the wall and said leisurely.

   "Don't hate, how could I hate her?"

   "But she deceived you."

"I know."

  Curry felt that something was wrong. This should be the first time he had such a close conversation with Ivar. Before, he had been dealing with the affairs of Orthodox Church with Lawrence, and it was only now that he had time.

   "You know she lied to you, but followed her?"

   "Hmm." Ivar nodded.

"Why?"

   asked Currie, he didn’t think Ivar was an idiot, so he must have his reasons for doing this.

   "Why? I am willing, nothing more."

  Ival did not understand Curry’s doubts, he just replied simply in this way.

"I don’t understand this kind of thing. It’s like you know it’s wrong, but you’re still willing to do it, just for the short-lived beauty. I know it sounds ridiculous, but that’s it. I’m just doing it with her. It doesn’t matter whether it’s true or false during that time."

  Curry was startled, a bit angry and funny.

   "You sound like a fool."

"I'm a fool, it's still a shame to the Vikings," Ivar said, raising his hand, shackled on his slender wrist. It was obviously bad, but he didn't look sad. "Like me. People, God Odin will not accept me."

   "But who cares?"

  Ival said again.

   "Humans are such creatures, sometimes they abandon everything they have held for something ridiculous."

  Listening to Ivar’s “unrepentant” words, Curry didn’t know what to say for a while, so it seems that Irene may be his best child, and she can trick such a weird guy into this way.

  This way, I still don’t regret it.

   "Then what's next for you? After returning to the Viking kingdoms."

  Since Ival was held hostage, he has become a shame to the Viking nations, not to mention that because of him, the Viking nations have also made concessions. Curry can easily think of the story after Ival, and he can't imagine it.

   "Go back? I have no face to meet my father. If I can, I want to stay here."

  Ival looked out the window and said.

  "I like it here. Although this is your country, it is very warm, without cold wind and winter."

   is very weird, very weird, Currie can't guess Ivar's thoughts, he can't understand what this guy is thinking, he thinks Ivar may be a lover, but now it seems that he is weird and weird.

  In the impression that the Vikings are a group of passionate lunatics, who would give their lives to return their souls to the Hall of Valor, but Ivar completely broke his understanding of these, and he didn't care about these glory and beliefs.

"Don’t be surprised, they all said that I was a child abandoned by God Odin, so I was born deformed, I should have been killed when I was a child, but because of my father’s kindness, my unloved child survived. , I don’t care about any **** or glory.

  And I still think that kind of thing is so stupid, for some weird reasons, it is a good thing to think that the battle is a good thing, which is also ridiculous. "

  Ival said slowly.

  “So sometimes I don’t blame myself. If I really want to feel guilty, I just feel that I have let my father and brother down. After all, they love me and protect me as much as possible.”

  "Do you care about what your father thinks of you?"

  Curry deliberately led the topic to the King of Ice Sea. For this freak’s terrible life, Curry didn’t care. He cared about the guy named Ragnar Rodbrook.

   "I love my father very much, thanks to him, I survived, and sometimes I hate him, if he kills me, I don't have to face this cruel world."

  Ivar retracted his hands as he spoke, and gently stroked the deformed feet under the blanket, which was hidden in the darkness.

   "What kind of person is he?" Curry asked.

  "The Chosen Viking, Marauder, Warrior, Odin's favorite warrior."

  The words paused, and Ivar said again.

"But he is also a poor fellow. My father once said to me that the last thing he regrets is to be the King of the Sea of ​​Ice. He thought that after the civil war, the Viking nations will have a better tomorrow. Many people still starve to death or freeze to death in winter.

  He is very confused. "

  Ival looked at Curry and answered with a smile.

  This is the first time that the two of them looked at each other. Before that, Ivar had deliberately dodged his gaze, and now Curry finally looked directly into his eyes.

At this moment, Currie felt a strange feeling. He didn’t know how to describe it in detail. Yes, Ivar is such a person. Everything is hidden in the bottom of my heart. Into the misunderstanding.

  It was a pair of dark blue eyes, as deep as the sea of ​​silence, his smile seemed so false at this moment, like a mask.

  Everyone wears a mask, different masks, colorful masks, hiding their essence behind the illusion.

   "Who sent from the Viking nations?"

   Ival asked suddenly.

   "Hyboard, your former guard." Curry replied.

   "Is that so?"

  Ival seemed not surprised by this answer, he sat up straight, his eyes calm.

   "Hybald, that's an annoying guy. He always laughs at me with my deformity. He once said that I can't return to the Hall of Valor, because I can't even hold the battle axe, let alone kill.

  I am ashamed of the blood of Rod Brock, I am not a warrior of Odin at all, I am a living shame, and I am destined to be unable to usher in the so-called heroic death. "

  Maybe no one would have thought that Hybbod would have said this to Ivar, and judging from the coldness of his tone, it was true.

There is no need for Ivar to lie. Combined with the various remarks of Ivar before, Curry vaguely thinks that Ivar can be renegotiated. Of course, he will not be so rash. After all, he is also the director of the Iron Law Bureau, so easily. Believing in others does not fit his cunning style.

   "Director Curry, I can call you that, right?"

  Ival asked again, and Currie nodded.

  "You will also be with me during the exchange, won't you?"

"Um."

  Curry answered in the affirmative.

  Ival didn’t say anything, he still had a bleak smile, and then looked out the warm window, his expression was very desolate, like a dying dying person.

  (End of this chapter)