Ember Gun

  Chapter 601 Woman and Desperado

As an ordinary person, Seleuc was unable to join the dispute with the monster. When she became the Duke of Stuart, a new world slowly opened. The monster was far from a real enemy, and her status as a Duke was useless at this time. When she got up, she still didn't have the right to join this decision.

  Seleu needs to become stronger. She cannot inject secret blood into her body. Unlike the shrikes, she can easily control the armor of Original Sin, not to mention that she can't participate in the front-line combat because of her original duke status.

  She was troubled by this for a long time. It seemed that all she could do was to wait and see the start of the war and stay at home and pray silently.

  Until this day, she became a country builder.

  This kind of feeling is very good, holding power and strength in her hand, Seleuc is still not sure what she will pay, but what she has now makes her feel that all this is worth it.

   "You just let him go like this? Don't you consider letting him stay longer?"

  Oscar came over and leaned against the window with Seleu. Looking along her line of sight, she could see the figure swaying in the street.

   "I really envy this guy. You became the builder of the country because of him? It's really a blessing that you don't know the blessing."

   Oscar’s tone is sour. When he was young, he didn’t think about using his talents to attract rich women. It’s a pity that most rich women only want to keep friends with him.

   "Is it not good for me to grow? I was much handsomer than him when I was young."

  Seleu was too lazy to care about this fellow Oscar, letting this guy with broken mouth go on endlessly.

   "However, how can Holmes, who is so witty, seem stupid at this point?" Oscar said in confusion.

   Seleuc glanced at him and left the window, "Do you think Lorenzo is a stupid person?"

"no."

   "Then is he a smart person?" Seleu asked again.

   "Very clever, to be precise, a bit neurotic. He always imagines some weird plans."

  Oscar remembered the storm that struck the old Dunling, such a big airship crashed, and he was buried in the fire with all his sins.

  "Do you think he would not be aware of these?" Seleu asked.

   "You...you mean he was pretending to be stupid on purpose?" Oscar slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "This **** already knew what was going on?"

  Analyzed in this way, Oscar only felt that something had exploded in his mind. At this moment, looking at Lorenzo's various stupid behaviors, there was only admiration in his heart.

  This is just like getting away from each other, the relationship is pulling each other...Compared with Lorenzo, Oscar only feels that he is in vain.

   "Lorenzo, really a wizard."

  Oscar was convinced this time, and it really was a matter of learning to pull a rich woman, but it was a pity that he understood this after so long.

  Seleu looked at Oscar with a bewildered look, and saw Oscar patted his thigh, and started talking to himself, not knowing what he was thinking, and then suddenly said something.

  She had heard of the quirks of some creators, but she couldn’t help but feel emotion when she saw Oscar in person.

  You guys... all of them write books like this?

   "It's nothing, it's nothing, it just suddenly felt like I had never seen Lorenzo clearly," Oscar was amazed by the practice, "I'm really a master."

   Seleuc didn’t understand what he was praising, but instinct told her that it was not a good thing.

   "I can understand his...indifference?"

   Seleuc stepped aside and looked through the documents brought by the old butler. As a duke, she had a lot of affairs to deal with every day, although most of them were just signatures.

   "Think about it, Oscar, if you were a desperate, what would you do?"

   Seleuc continued to talk about the previous topic.

   "I don't know, I'm not a desperado, but if I were to write, I would probably continue to survive and try all means to keep myself alive?" Oscar replied.

  "Then, as a desperado who doesn't protect you day and night, would you choose to fall in love at the end of your life?" Seleu asked again.

   "Of course, the carnival before death is so romantic!" Oscar has fallen into anticipation, "I think I will die in my woman's arms."

   "Well, it's very poetic. It's a good ending for a story, but what about afterwards?"

  Seleuc was busy flipping through, lowered his head, and did not go to see Oscar.

   "After?" Oscar thought for a while, "The story is over, what else is there after?"

   "Yeah, for you, of course there is nothing more, after all, you are dead," Seleu whispered, "but women are different."

   "Her lover just died in her arms, covered in blood, the enemies were missing, and the laughter echoed endlessly.

  Under the sunset, the story of the desperadoes is over. All the blood debts were paid the moment he died, but the story of the woman has just begun, isn't it? "

  The joy in Oscar's heart disappeared. He looked at Seleu, who was looking down and flipping through. He didn't know what to say for a while. This silence continued for a while, Seleu asked again.

  "Do you think the story of a woman is a beautiful story?"

  Oscar thought for a while and shook his head. He didn't know whether Seleu saw his own response. He only listened to Seleu.

   "So, Oscar, give you a chance to change, a chance to change all of this, will you still choose to fall in love?"

  This is a slightly poetic and romantic death, but it becomes cruel under Seleuc’s words. Suddenly Oscar feels that desperadoes are so irresponsible, like a **** selfish ghost.

  Without the slightest hesitation, Oscar firmly vetoed it.

   "No, I will stay far away. It's better not to have anything to do with anyone. If you can... In the wilderness, it's pretty good to die alone."

  After he finished speaking, he felt as if he had realized something, but Oscar was stunned in the same place for a long time.

  "Oscar, a long time ago, I thought I was a mediocre person, but then I met other people and made me realize that mediocrity is not a nature, but a choice of myself."

   Seleux babbled, she thought of another friend.

  Sometimes Seleu envied Eve very much. She made her own choice and escaped from Arthur's birdcage. She was obviously a woman, but she was braver than the men. She went up and down with a folding knife, and slayed monsters fiercely.

  Seleu also wanted to make that choice, but her rationality told her another answer.

   "Everyone has their own suitable position, for example, you are only suitable for writing books, rather than going with Lorenzo to hack demons."

   "The same is true for me. I am not suitable for being on the battlefield and colliding with demons. On the contrary, it will drag other people back... But it doesn't mean that I can do nothing.

  Although I am a woman, I still have the ability to hold a sword. Even if I can't swing it, I can stab a dagger. "

  Seleu put down the pen, she stretched her waist and took a break.

  "Now let’s switch roles. If you were that woman, what would you do now? Oscar, you are a writer. Let's spread your whimsy."

  Seleu’s body exudes awe-inspiring sternness. She seems to have become accustomed to the identity of a country builder, and she is full of confidence when she wakes up.

   "I... I can hardly imagine what it would be like to become a woman."

  Oscar gave an inexplicable answer.

  Seleu sighed helplessly. Like Lorenzo, Oscar would always say something bad when it comes to serious issues to break the atmosphere of getting serious.

   "Then what would you do?" Oscar asked rhetorically.

"It's very simple. I'm not as strong as desperadoes, so I have to find another way. For example, I can run for the mayor of a small town and open up medical weapons to desperados. What he needs will be given to him until the enemy Kill them all."

   Seleuc folded his hands together, placed in front of him, and said with a smile to Oscar.

   "Without prey, hunters are no longer hunters. Without enemies, desperadoes don't need to continue their desperate journey."

  ……

  "What do you think about Duke Stuart joining the country builder?"

  Deep underground, Arthur asked Merlin next to him.

The existence of the country builders has gradually spread among the high-level decontamination agencies. Everyone sighed first. Before the country builders appeared, they thought that the decontamination agencies were the country’s highest secret agency, but in any case, there was nothing. I thought that there was a bigger net, shrouded in various countries.

  That is the center of true power, the table that determines the direction of this huge community of destiny.

  But now there is a new star coming to this table. She is so young that no one knows what changes will be made by her arrival.

   "Look on the sidelines, what else can I see," Merlin didn't bother to pay attention to the changes among these high-levels, "As long as she is willing to provide research funding for the Perpetual Pump, I welcome the arrival of newcomers."

"Then I guess you will like her very much. The Stuarts and the cleaning agency have started a series of negotiations. They don't have much ability, but they have a lot of money and have done business in the Viking countries. In the days to come, your ever-moving pump will become wealthy."

  Arthur picked up the file and briefly looked through it.

  Merlin heard this and snatched the file, a rare twitch on his numb face.

  "What about the requirements? So generous, there must be a bunch of messy requirements, right?"

  Merlin was not conquered by ecstasy, but asked very calmly.

  As a scientific researcher, he is well aware of the annoying aspects of these sponsors. These guys always think that they have the power to interfere with their research after they have paid.

   "There is no requirement. The Stuarts said that this will be a long-term investment. In the short term, they don’t care about the income issue, but they have to ask for anything..."

  Arthur leaned against the observation window and pointed to an iron box that was being dragged into the perpetual pump by the guide rail.

"Duke Stuart has a more personal request. She needs you to fix that thing. It's best to add something to make it stronger. If possible, she suggests casting the Holy Silver into it and reconstructing it. Its armor and skeleton, as well as the development of all holy silver weapons, are given priority to this thing, even experimental weapons."

  He thought for a while, then continued to Merlin.

   "Rounding is considered experimental research. I don't think it conflicts with your research direction."

"Indeed, the friendliness of this new host is simply surprising," Merlin felt a little unbelievable. Even Queen Victoria would make some troublesome demands on them. I didn't expect her to be like this. "But it really is. Will there be any additional conditions in the future?"

  "Don’t think about the future, old friends, if we don’t solve these problems, we don’t even have a future, let alone the troubles from the future."

   Arthur looked at the iron box that was slowly falling, his mood was not very good, "What do you think of Lorenzo's plan?"

"Not bad. Compared with sharp weapons, what we have to do is to ensure that more people can survive. The Mechanical Academy has already begun construction. We will build the old Dunling into a fortress. If we fail, we hope that someone will be here. Survive the disaster."

  Merlin sighed, his stiff face showed no expression, nor any expression, his empty eyes stared at the iron box with Arthur.

   "I just hate making such a decision. Before the war started, I started to think about what happened after the war."

   "The reality is cruel, we need such a plan." Arthur said.

   "I know, Lorenzo also knows, so he thought of such a plan...presumably he is not very happy either."

  The iron box fell on the ground, and the technicians surrounded it, disassembled the outer iron plate, and tried to expose the contents.

  Merlin was observing this unknown gift. He didn't look closely at the documents that Arthur had brought, and he was a little curious about what the Duke of Stuart had sent.

   "Wait a minute, this thing is a permanent pump?"

  Melin noticed the number on the iron box.

   "Yes." Arthur said.

  In the conversation between the two, the harsh alarm sounded, the Geiger counter screamed sharply, and the technicians backed away for the first time, but it was too late.

  The iron box has been opened, and the heavy iron plate is smashed down fiercely. You can see the silver metal between the interlayers. This is an iron box wrapped by Holy Silver.

  All the iron plates erected all around fell over, like an opened gift box, exposing the contents of the iron box, and amidst the dust, a stubborn figure appeared under the light.

   "She asked me to repair this thing?"

   Merlin looked at the unknown figure, surprised.

   "Yes, the first-generation armor of original sin, code-named Black Angel, was almost completely destroyed in the operation of Jihai."

   Arthur also looked at the standing black angel. At this moment, most of its outer iron feathers had fallen off, and the remaining ones were also broken. The armor was pitted, and the skeleton was burnt gray and black, with curves.

  None of these are fatal factors. What is really fatal is the monster flesh that is completely out of control. In order to deal with this armor, the flesh and blood attached to it have been completely removed, leaving only the remains of metal.

   "What can be done after it is repaired, who can control it?"

  Merlin was talking to himself, but as soon as he finished speaking, a candidate appeared in his mind, and then he looked at Arthur.

   Arthur guessed what Merlin was thinking, and he nodded.

   "Yes, after Duke Stuart became the builder of the country, this is what I worry about."

   There was a faint laughter in his ear, from Lorenzo's rampant laughter.

  (End of this chapter)