Endless Debt

Not long ago, Boluogo, like Aimu, sat at the bar, looking at Sere's open photo album and listening to him tell the stories of his wives.

To be honest, Bologo didn't listen at all. He felt that Sere's emotional history was a piece of meaningless waste. Apart from satisfying people's curiosity, Bologo couldn't think of any use for his story... Movie? If this kind of thing is made into a movie, can it really be broadcast?

Midnight stall?

Now Aimu has similar thoughts to Boluogo, and her tolerance level is much worse than that of Boluogo. She doesn't like Sere's infatuated face at all.

Infatuated with the pure emotions of dozens of wives, Aimu frowned.

"I think it's better to forget it."

Aimu raised his hand and closed Sere's photo album, "Just tell the main part."

Serei looked disappointed, and Aimu choked when he saw this, "Do you think this is some kind of honorary achievement?"

Aimu's words were unexpectedly harsh, and he did not spare any dignity. The dignified Lord of the Night Clan was scolded like a child, and Sere actually felt a little panicked for a moment.

Aimu knew he was pretending.

"Well, how should I say it?"

Sere put away his playful attitude and stepped into memories amidst other people's conversations and music.

"I have lived for a long time and have met many women. Most of them, I only remember their names through marriage."

"What about the others?"

Serei waved his hand indifferently, "That's because I can't remember it. Just like would you remember anyone you've ever met?"

"Speaking of which, for some people, we never exchanged each other's names from the time we met until we parted," Sere nodded to himself, "Everyone comes out late at night to find solace."

After a moment of pause, Sere said abruptly, "They all want to keep me."

Aimu didn't understand, "Leave you?"

"Yes," Sere laughed. "Maybe it's because I'm very charming, or maybe it's because I'm so mysterious that people can't help but want to know more about me."

"They are always pleading, hoping that I can stay and live with them, and some people want to go with me... But how is this possible? I am an undead, a wandering Lord of the Night Clan, and I have something with them. It’s just temporary joy, it’s not eternal.”

Sere had a smile on his face, but his voice became cold, "I left many people ruthlessly, and everyone just took what they needed, until one day, I met an interesting guy."

"who is she?"

"A...a woman that I can't understand. She is very mysterious, very mysterious. To this day, I still don't feel that I fully understand her."

When he mentioned that woman, Sere showed a nostalgic look. Aimu could see the sincere longing in his eyes. It was really surprising that such pure emotion appeared in Sere's eyes.

Sere is like a rotten apple, riddled with holes and crawling with maggots. Amidst the rotten decay, there is only one bud left.

"She came from the ridge of the mountains. She is an adventurer and traveler. She has been running around since she came of age, visiting many inaccessible places and seeing magnificent natural landscapes."

Sere continued, "She found a huge cliff a hundred meters high in the depths of a primeval forest, with a waterfall falling from above. However, the height difference was too great, and the water brought by the waterfall fell before it hit the bottom. blown away by the strong wind...

I can't imagine such a scene. She said that the water flow was cut off in mid-air, and under the sunlight, it turned into an extending rainbow that spread to the end of the sky, like a ribbon from the gods, a gift from the gods. "

Sere sighed longly, "It sounds so beautiful... It's a pity that I can't see the sun and I can't see the rainbow."

"She is very good at describing. From her words, I saw many beautiful landscapes. In comparison, my stories seemed boring."

"We talked for a long time, from late at night until dawn. When the first ray of sunshine came in the morning, she said she was leaving."

Serei said softly, "For the first time, I have curiosity and nostalgia for a woman."

Aimu said, "Mystery."

"Yes, there is a sense of mystery," Sere said. "She is like a thick book, and I want to understand the contents."

"And after that?"

"She left and late at night I started following her footsteps and a few days later in the next town I met her again and I created a chance encounter and we chatted for another night and then repeated, left , search, encounter.

In fact, when we met for the third time, she already realized that something was wrong. She asked me what I wanted to do. I said that I had a little crush on her, and I asked her if I could go with her. "

"She agreed?"

"Yeah, I agreed. She thinks I'm interesting too," Serei touched his chin, "I'm still a bit charming."

"She'll move during the day and you won't be able to keep up with her."

"So I told her my identity that night, an immortal Night Tribe."

"How did she react?"

"Surprised, but just surprised. She saw a lot of strange things along the way, so she easily accepted my existence."

Sere misses that time and has returned to that journey countless times in his dreams.

"She told me all kinds of anecdotes on the road, and I told her about my hundreds of years of experience."

Aimu listened carefully. Serei was a romantic scumbag, and no one could hold his heart. But from Serei's words, Aimu could feel that the woman briefly conquered Serei.

She was curious what happened next.

"Many people have loved me and I have loved them."

"That's not love," Aimu shook his head, "it's more like the relationship between an owner and his pet."

"Maybe, at least it can be considered a kind of love."

Sere remembered that Boluogo had also commented on himself in this way. From this point of view, he and Aimu were quite similar.

"As the journey progresses, we become closer... Usually I want to conquer a woman, and it will take no more than a week at most. If I don't succeed in a week, I will take the initiative to leave."

"Sounds like a real scumbag."

"Haha, how should I put it? My mentality at that time was completely different from now."

"Tell me."

"I feel that I am a being far nobler than humans. I am a bad wolf. Humans are like little sheep to me," Sere said nonchalantly. "It's normal for wolves to eat sheep, isn't it? I You may develop love for some little sheep, but as you said, owners and pets are not equal and superior."

"continue."

Sere continued, "I walked with her for a few months, but I failed to succeed and did not take the initiative to leave. Only then did I notice the changes in myself. This change made me feel a little scared. After all, these hundreds of I have been here like this for years, and suddenly one day I found myself being led away by a little sheep. It was so scary."

"Then...then one day I asked her, do you love me?"

Sere and Aimu looked at each other. Aimu was completely attracted by Sere's story. She did not interrupt, but looked forward to what Sere would say next.

“She said I was a funny guy, a nasty guy, a bit weird.

She also said I was a poor person. "

Serei fell silent. He poured himself a glass of wine and drank it in one gulp. His words smelled of alcohol. Although he was clearly sober, his words had the feeling of a drunkard.

"I thought she was going to reject me, but then she said she loved me."

Sere thought for a moment, "This is so weird."

Aimu said, "You start to blur this relationship. You want to get an accurate answer from her. It is best that she does not love you, so that you have a reason to withdraw from this ambiguous relationship and hunt for the next one." Target."

"That's right, I was unknowingly influenced by her, which frightened me," Sere said. "But I didn't expect that she actually said she loved me. I then asked her what I felt from her. Without love, apart from ordinary communication, we travel and have adventures just like before."

Sere thought for a moment and then added, "After having me, her trip went much smoother."

"How did she respond?"

Sere hesitated. Even after so many years, Sere still remembered what she said, like a brand, engraved into Sere's mind.

“She said that she knew what kind of person I was and that she couldn’t catch me, so instead of begging, it would be better to give me freedom from the beginning.

She loves me but she doesn't want to catch me. "

Sere and Amu both fell into silence, and conversations continued around them. Palmer's broken voice let out a burst of piercing laughter, adding a sense of absurdity to Sere's memories.

"I never expected that she would answer such a question," Sere said with a wry smile, "Everyone I met tried to catch me, only her.

She said that I am like the wind. You cannot catch the wind. You have to let it go. If it is willing to come back, then it belongs to you. "

"I left. I was afraid of my changes. I was not like this before. I walked a long way and wandered for several years. One day, I met her again and we chatted with each other about these few days. Years of experience and then she left again without even saying goodbye to me."

"I chased her and asked why she left without saying goodbye. She said that as long as she didn't say goodbye, we would always meet again."

Sere sighed, "She was very beautiful that day. When she saw me catching up, she laughed and reached out to grab my arm."

Aimu exclaimed, "She caught you, Sere."

"I was caught. I wanted to know what she was thinking and what she thought of me. This time I didn't leave, but stayed with her. She never forced me to do anything during the trip. Never ask me what I think about anything."

Sere showed a troubled expression, "Looking back now, did I fall into a trap? A bad man met another bad woman who is more advanced?"

"I can only say that you deserve it," Aimu added, "and you are very lucky."

“She gave me absolute freedom.

Suddenly I found that the freedom I understood had become unfamiliar. I was like a bird that couldn't land. I began to panic and longed for a place to stay... I was actually afraid that she would abandon me. "

Sere stirred the ice cubes in the wine glass with a spoon, making a crisp sound.

"I never thought that one day I would take the initiative to hand out the shackles, hoping that someone could tie me and restrain me."

Sere did not tell the story that followed. Aimu could probably guess the final outcome. Sere was an immortal, and women would eventually disappear in the torrent of time.

Among Serei's many false love stories, this is the only one with true love.

Sere was nostalgic and murmured, "Bologo is very much like me during that time period."

Aimu listened carefully.

"He didn't know what he wanted the same as I did, and I chose to hang around and make mistakes, while he locked himself away.

What I'm saying is, he needs some time. "

Sere concluded, "Give him some time, maybe you won't even need to launch an offensive, he will open the door and surrender on his own."

Aimu sighed a little and felt a little weird, "Are you helping me?"

"To be precise, I'm helping Bologo." A strange smile appeared on Sere's face. "Of course, I'm also curious about what Bologo would look like if he fell in love."

Aimu mustered up the courage to say this bluntly, "He is a smart man, although sometimes he is slow, but I think he should know my love."

"I think so, so I said he needs some time to figure these things out."

Sere knew that he was similar to Borogo, but they were completely opposite. Sere didn't care about right or wrong and only cared about himself. Borogo longed for noble character and was unwilling to make mistakes, so he was hesitant.

Aimu sat up straight, she narrowed her eyes, as if thinking about Boluogo, and then she looked at Sere again, staring at him closely.

"It's quite surprising, Sere."

"What's wrong?"

"I thought your emotional history would be a messy story, full of deceit and betrayal."

"Why do you think I am a heinous sinner?"

"Huh? Don't you think you are?"

Sere was about to retort, but then he remembered many miserable scenes, with women's faces stained with blood, looking at him with pleading and hatred.

He sighed softly, "Yes, it's more than just a heinous crime..."

"I often feel guilty and sorry for myself at that time," Sere looked much tired. "Like I said, I am a bad wolf. How can a bad wolf care about what the little sheep is thinking."

Aimu asked again, "Did you pay the price?"

"Are you judging me?"

Sere did not defend himself. He whispered, "I paid the price, but I haven't suffered enough from all the punishments."

The sad atmosphere spread from Sere's body. What he told Aimu was only a small part of his long life. The experience of this Night Tribe lord was far more complicated and tortuous than Aimu could have expected.

Sere's love story is only a small part of his life, and it is more about the expansion and destruction of the Eternal Night Empire. Compared with these sins, Sere's actions are not worth mentioning.

A figure staggered over, breaking the atmosphere. He sat on the other side, and Palmer asked drunkenly.

"Brogo has been promoted successfully, so what will his secret power evolve into?"

Palmer was curious, curious about the majestic power that belongs to those with power.