Fantasy Game: Infinite City

"Oh, it's you."

Some time ago, when Han Zu found old Morris.

Old Morris was not surprised by Han Zu's appearance, nor was he frightened by Han Zu's appearance at this time. After seeing Han Zu, Old Morris' expression became calm and relaxed.

"My youngest son might be angry, after all, he designed these rooms later. Ha, if he can come back to see me..."

Old Morris said these things in a self-deprecating manner. It seemed that he should be very familiar with Han Zu. Or rather, he should be very familiar with the original owner of this body.

When mentioning his youngest son, a trace of sadness welled up in old Morris' eyes. It seemed that he missed his youngest son very much. Old Morris wanted to stand up from the rocking chair and get something on the table next to him, but perhaps because he was too weak or because of his age, he failed after several attempts.

"Oh..." Old Morris sighed, shook his head and lay back in the rocking chair, "Oh, time..."

Han Zu put the machete in his hand back on the metal belt, walked to the table next to Old Morris, and used his powerful vision to see the furnishings on the table. A framed photo showed a family portrait. Old Morris was sitting in the front row of chairs. He was much younger than he is now, about 30 years old. Next to him was a woman holding a baby, who should be Old Morris's wife.

Behind old Morris stood a boy of about sixteen or seventeen, wearing an ill-fitting top hat and pajamas, with a happy smile on his face. He should be old Morris's eldest son. There were three children of similar age, about six or seven years old, surrounding old Morris's wife, a girl and two boys, who should also be the children of old Morris and his wife.

On the back of the frame was a scribbled but legible message that read, “This is my happiest moment.”

"That was my wife and my five children. At that time, I felt that I was the happiest person in the world. Who could have thought that I would become like this today."

After hearing what Old Morris said, Han Zu turned around and looked at him. The room was actually very dark, and Han Zu was sure that Old Morris had no night vision. He could tell that he was checking the photo frame just by the sound, which only meant that Old Morris was too familiar with this room.

After walking a few steps, he placed the photo frame in Old Morris's hands, and Old Morris became a little excited. "Thank you."

Old Morris said thank you, and gently stroked the photo frame with his wrinkled hands, even though the darkness in the room was not enough for the old man to see the photo clearly. Something seemed to be touched in Han Zu's heart. He walked out of the room, and there were some noises outside. Not long after, Han Zu came back with a candlestick that he had taken down from somewhere.

Putting the candlestick on the table, Han Zu pulled old Morris and his rocking chair closer to the table, then took out the old-fashioned lighter from his pocket and lit the candlestick. The soft and bright candlelight soon illuminated the not very big room.

Old Morris shook Han Zu's hand which was covered with hideous scars and said nothing. However, from his trembling hands, one could feel that Old Morris was very grateful for this matter.

Old Morris lowered his head and looked at the family portrait in the frame in his hand in the light of the candle beside him. He stopped talking, and occasionally a gentle smile appeared on his face, as if he was lost in memories of the past.

Perhaps because he also couldn't see his relatives, Han Zu felt some sympathy for old Morris. He didn't disturb him, put away the old-fashioned lighter, lit a cigarette with the flame of the candlestick, and began to search the room.

There was also a half-full bottle of wine and some glasses on the table. Except for one cup that was turned over, the other glasses were covered with dust and had not been touched for a long time. To the left of these glasses, there was an old navy revolver. I took out the bullets and checked it. It was OK. The bullets were still usable and not damp.

The table had several drawers, one of which contained several boxes of revolver bullets. Han Zu took out the boxes and placed them next to the revolver, as he had no use for it for the time being. Another drawer contained some medals of honor, and judging from the signatures on them, they almost all belonged to Old Morris, and it seemed that he had also been a war hero.

Among them, there was a medal that was very special. It was placed in an exquisite small box and did not belong to old Morris. It was signed "Dwight".

"This belongs to my eldest son. His mother and I once tried to stop him from going to the battlefield, but he went anyway. He got this after the war. My wife said that he is the one who looks most like me among all the children, but I think he is better than me. He is a good boy. Oh my Dwight... How nice it would be if you were still here..."

When Han Zu took the medal from Dwight Morris, tears welled up in the eyes of old Morris. It was the uncontrollable sadness of a father losing his child. Han Zu didn't know whether there was still a trace of humanity in his heart or he was influenced by the Infinite City. He thought of his parents who had passed away long ago and couldn't help but talk to old Morris.

"Dwight...died in the war?"

Sad old Morris was a little surprised, wiped his tears, and looked at Han Zu. In old Morris's impression, this hideous man had not said a word since he came here, but now he talked to him. Although the man in front of him had a low and hoarse voice, as creepy as a demon walking in the world, old Morris did not feel afraid at all, after all, he had not communicated with anyone for a long time.

After a moment of silence, Old Morris answered Han Zu's question.

"No, but my Dwight disappeared after a fire more than ten years ago. I have been looking for him, even if...even if I can find his...his body, but I can't find anything. So I am waiting for him here, even if it means waiting until his soul returns home."

"Perhaps he is still alive."

When old Morris heard Han Zu's white lie, his eyes lit up for a moment, but he soon laughed helplessly.

"Thank you for your comfort, but I know that fire... Even though I hope so much that Dwight can survive, that may just be my fantasy. I just want to... I just want to find my child... Oh... My Dwight, why was it not me who disappeared, but my child..."

Han Zu sat on the table, patted Old Morris on the shoulder, and pointed to the family photo in his arms. "You have other children, why don't you contact them?"

Hearing this, old Morris sighed helplessly and smiled bitterly.

"After my wife, their mother, passed away due to illness, I worked day and night to support my three children. I wanted to give them a better life, but I had little time to accompany them. My youngest son Zeman understood me, but the other children had a lot of complaints about me. I understood, but there was nothing I could do."

Maybe Old Morris hadn't communicated with anyone for a long time, so he opened up to Han Zu and told him his story.

Old Morris's father was a farmer. Although the farm was not big in the local area, he lived a relatively wealthy life. Old Morris had two younger brothers and a younger sister. Before he was 20 years old, the family lived a happy life.

When Maurice was 20 years old, a large-scale war broke out. Several neighboring countries were fighting each other. There was war everywhere, and people were in dire straits. Maurice was young and full of the desire to defend his country. So he and his two younger brothers, who were one or two years younger than him, resolutely joined the army and went to the battlefield.

Old Morris was a natural born soldier. He quickly adapted to the horrors of the battlefield and made many achievements in the war. He was appreciated by many high-ranking military officials, and his military rank soared until he soon became a lieutenant colonel and a regiment commander.

However, in one battle, due to a traitor in the team, Morris's headquarters was attacked. In order to cover the retreat of their brother and other comrades, Morris's two younger brothers died under the enemy's guns. Morris was also seriously injured in that battle. After escaping the encirclement, he was sent away from the front line and returned to the military hospital in the rear for rescue. Fortunately, he was not seriously injured and met his wife here.

When Morris's parents came to visit him, he sadly told them the news of his two younger brothers' sacrifice. Although his parents and sister were sad, they were also proud of their children and brothers. At the same time, in order to prevent his last son Morris from having an accident, after Morris recovered from his injury, his father wanted to stop him from going to the front line. He didn't want to lose this child as well.

But after talking with his mother, old Morris returned to the front line and led his troops to fight one battle after another. Finally, three years later, the war ended. Old Morris's country won this protracted war and unified the surrounding countries. To this day, there has not been such a large-scale war in decades.

Old Morris survived the war and became a national hero. At the request of his parents, he left the army, returned home to inherit his father's farm, married his wife, and gave birth to his first child, whom he called Dwight, a few years later.

Old Morris's sister married a businessman who treated her like the apple of his eye and had eyes only for her, and the two of them left home and settled in other countries, coming back to visit them from time to time.

When Dwight was ten years old, Morris Sr.'s parents were very old and could no longer work. Morris Sr. took on the burden of supporting the family. Morris Sr. was down-to-earth and hardworking, and with his connections in the army in his early years, he sold the farm and opened a silver mine. As the number of his children increased, Morris Sr.'s work became bigger and bigger, and he became the richest man in the area. Morris Sr. spent a large amount of money to buy a piece of land and built a luxurious manor on it, which is the current place. Later, his family moved to the manor, and Morris Sr. moved the graves of his two younger brothers here as well.

A few years later, old Morris's parents died of old age. His sister, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, rushed back from abroad to attend the funeral. At that time, his youngest son Zeman was still in his wife's belly and had not been born yet.

To make matters worse, old Morris's wife died of illness a few years after giving birth to their youngest son, Zeman Morris. In the huge manor, only old Morris and his five children, as well as five cold graves, were left.

From then on, in order to let his five children live a good life and no longer suffer the hardships he had suffered, Morris Sr. devoted himself to work. All five children received a good education, but the absence of their father also made Morris Sr.'s children full of resentment towards him. Dwight also joined the army at this time.

After returning from the battlefield, Dwight experienced the baptism of war, and through conversations with his comrades in the army who had fought with Old Morris and some current leaders in the army, he understood everything his father Old Morris had experienced. He began to gradually understand his father and no longer blamed him. He knew how difficult it was to support a large family, and how much his father had suffered. He began to help his father with his work and accompany his brothers and sisters, wanting to make up for the lost time after their mother's death for Old Morris and his brothers and sisters.

Dwight is a good man. He is gentle and strong at heart. With his help, the relationship between the other children and old Morris has eased a lot. Everyone respects this eldest son and brother who has made so much effort to maintain this broken family.