Twilight War

Chapter 22 Demon Song Sea Territory

100 years is very short, but it is also very long to be wasted.

01

Neve Hippel, a spacious white steam saloon, looked down at a book.

The black-haired boy was wrapped in a blanket and lay on his lap. The blanket covered the lower half of the boy's face, looking like some kind of well-behaved animal.

From time to time, Zichen rubbed against Wisper's lap, as if he hadn't slept well.

"Your Highness, have you considered my feelings?" Tang De, who was sitting opposite Vichypel, frowned as if he couldn't stand the two people who were immoral.

"Of course, otherwise I will just throw you out of the car and let you walk back to Asgard." Wihipel looked up from the book and said to Tang De.

"Your Highness, do you want me to shut up obediently, otherwise I will walk back to Asgard?"

"almost."

"Then I really want to thank Your Highness." Tang De gritted his teeth and said.

"En." Wischpel seemed not to feel the murderous aura in Tang De's tone at all, and lowered his head to tuck the blanket on Ye Zichen's body, his eyelashes drooping like the first snow falling.

"What are the people in the town planning to do, Your Highness?" Tang De crossed his legs and asked Vichypel in a bored manner.

"Just deal with it as before." Wihipel tucked up the blanket on Zichen's body, then raised his head to look at Tang De.

"What about that girl? Her consciousness is still very clear, and it can even be said that she is no different from ordinary people."

"She will also become a lost person after all. It will only be more painful to watch herself gradually become a walking dead." Vehipel replied.

"Can……"

Tang De wanted to continue talking, but Wei Xipel interrupted him directly, "That's it, Zichen is still asleep."

Tang De had no choice but to nod and looked out the car window.

It was almost night when Zichen woke up, and his whole body hurt even if he moved a little, so he couldn't help but wailed on the bed.

"Are you awake?" The people around him rubbed his black hair, helped him up and handed him a glass of warm water. "Drink some water first."

Zichen leaned against Wisipel and drank from a glass of water for a long time.

"Feeling better?" Vehipel asked.

"Yeah." Zichen nodded.

Wisipel took the cup from his hand, then brought the porridge and fed him the porridge one bite at a time.

For some reason, Zichen suddenly felt that there was a long stream of water.

It seems that two people have lived like this for a long time, and will always be like this in the future.After Zichen finished his porridge, Wihipel put away the bowl and let Zichen lie down for a while, then read a book on the table next to him. He was wearing a white shirt, clean and tidy.

The pages of the book under the light are yellowish, which makes Vehipel's profile look a bit gentle.

That kind of gentleness is like the gentleness of a cat's meat pad stepping on the heart. It is quiet, but it is like a war in chaos.

Zichen ran down from the bed and ran to Vehipel's side.

Wisipel hugged Zichen on his lap and looked at him from bottom to top, "Does it still hurt?"

His hand rested lightly on Zichen's bandaged shoulder.

Zichen blinked his eyes, and said as if he wanted to take advantage of Vichypel, "Kiss, once you kiss, it won't hurt."

But Wisipel really lowered his head and put his lips on Zichen's shoulder.

The sky is momentary, silent and gentle.

They had done something closer than this, they had skin-to-skin contact and were naked|naked, but at that moment, Zichen still felt that the kiss that lightly landed on his shoulder was so thrilling.

This kiss was separated by gauze, but it seemed to fall directly on the deepest part of the soul.This kiss was so devout, devout like a promise.

02

After Zichen recovered from his injuries, it was almost the end of the semester in the Hall of Valor, and everyone was working hard to prepare for the examination.

More important than the exam, however, is obviously the Divine Ball.

The annual Ball of the Gods of Valhalla is also called a lovers' parade. Couples of couples dance in the Hall of Mirrors, the girl's skirt is over the blooming flowers, and the boy's eyes are affectionate and infatuated, wandering in the audience The few poor wretches who couldn't find a partner could only howl in pain.

Half a month before the ball, it was the peak period of the Hall of Valor's confession. Countless love letters with roses flew into the girls' dormitory, and they brought the lines that the boys racked their brains a few days in advance.

However, most of them end up in the girls' trash.

After all, the Hall of Valor has a seriously unbalanced male-to-female ratio, and every girl in the Hall of Valor is a jewel held in the palm of everyone.

And "Top-Secret Military Intelligence Research Office" has been discussing this divine dance party enthusiastically for three consecutive issues.

What must be said between Young Master Brutus and Templar Secretary Sivan! ! !

The cover of this issue of "Top Secret Military Intelligence Research Office" impressively lists this gossip-filled headline.Zichen dutifully acted as a qualified Hall of Valor while walking in the corridor of the Golden Palace.

After all, Tang De once said that a person who has not even read "Top Secret Military Research Office" is not worthy of being a qualified Hall of Valor.

According to reliable sources, Brutus' young master Delco competed three times for the same lady with the Templar secretary Sivan!

The lady who did not want to be named said that His Excellency Xi Wen first handed out an invitation letter to her, and then Young Master Brutus also handed out an invitation letter to her.However, the young lady said that she had never met Young Master Brutus before.

Then His Excellency Xiwen gave up this competition and invited another lady in desperation, and this lady said that after receiving Xiwen's invitation, she immediately received an invitation from Young Master Brutus.This kind of thing happened again, and we once again had to think about it for a long time.

And the last time, the two actually sent invitations to the Greek goddess Sylvia in the Hall of Valor at the same time!

Zichen casually flipped through the next few pages, and accidentally bumped into a person in the aisle, and two documents fell out of the pile of documents in that person's hand, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

As soon as Zichen looked up, isn't this the center of public opinion?

"Delco, why are you here?"

"I want to give His Royal Highness a list of the slaves who have been assigned the Siren mission this time." Delko said impatiently.

"Siren mission? What is that, I seem to have heard of it, but I don't quite understand it." Zichen asked.

"Since you weren't asked to perform the task, it means you don't have enough authority, so it's useless to ask." Delko said, "Help me pick up the two fallen ones."

"Oh." Zichen had no choice but to nod, and lowered his head to pick up the two documents.

"By the way, what is the situation between you and Xiwen? I looked at the "Top Secret Military Intelligence Research Office"..." Zichen said as he picked it up, but when he saw the photo on the document, he suddenly froze.

It's that girl.

The girl in the white dress telling them to go away.

"What are you doing in a daze? Pick it up?" Delko frowned while holding a stack of documents in his hand.

"Delko, can you tell me what the siren mission is?" Zichen asked with his head down holding the document.

03

Auer sea area, lighthouse.

"Did you meet that girl from Hull again?" the old man who guarded the tower asked while staring at the charcoal fire.

Vichypel quietly drank the cheap rum in his hand, without answering.

"What's the point of you calling back and forth like this?" The old man said, "But yes, the girl has been waiting for her father for 1000 years, and she must find something to do during these 1000 years. Otherwise, she will go crazy."

"What did you do when you were at the lighthouse?" Vichypel asked suddenly.

"Why do you ask me this? To light a fire, to drink, to light a lamp when it gets dark, and to turn off the light when it is bright," the old man replied.

"Don't you feel bored?"

"Boring? Isn't that how people spend their whole lives?" The old man poked the fire, "Then what did His Highness do every day before meeting that child?"

Wischpel didn't answer, just looked out at the sea through the small window of the lighthouse.

"That's the way people are. Get up in the morning and go to bed at night. Most of the things they do are meaningless, but those meaningless things make up their lives."

The old man muttered to himself: "Humans always say that life is fleeting, but what they do most of the time is just to fill their lives with meaningless things. After all, 100 years is very short, and it can be wasted. very long."

"The girl said that she doesn't understand why human beings pray to God, but what can they do without praying? Saying the same prayer over and over again is like holding straw after straw. They don't want to rely on these The straw comes ashore, just wanting to fill my barren and empty life with these straws."

"Actually, isn't she the same? Open the gate of the kingdom of the dead, and then find a guilty person as a container, and their father can wake up. How absurd, but she still believes that there is no difference between her and those who pray ?”

"Even she should know how absurd all this is, but she still forced herself to believe it. Otherwise, how would she have come here in the past 1000 years?"

"Actually, the only thing she has done in these 1000 years is to live. But living just to live is too bitter, so she used straws to fill these 1000 years of life."

Wisipel didn't speak the whole time, and the old man just babbled on by himself.

The birds in the distance flitted across the sea, and the old man took a sip of his wine self-consciously.

The old man looked at the gray bird and said, "How much do you remember from the past?"

Wisipel was still looking out the window, the old man thought he would not answer, just like every time before, but when the bird flew up from the sea again, the man suddenly said:

"I thought I would remember everything. After all, those memories should be engraved in the soul, as indelible as a brand." Vehipel also poured himself a glass of cheap and strong rum.

"But one day when I suddenly started to think back, I found that I couldn't remember many things clearly."

"Everything is like being separated by layers of thick fog. I want to get closer, but I can't get closer, but every step I take is painful, as if I want to peel off something deep in my soul. I just listened to the death knell ringing in my ears."

Vichypel looked at the distant sky.

"However, there are always some clear pictures that seem to happen right in front of my eyes, and those pictures have never faded." He said, "These pictures will pass in front of me one by one before falling asleep every day, so I have to read these pictures every night. It's all over again."

"Want to get rid of it?" the old man asked.

Vehipel did not speak, he was still looking at the distant sky, and the whistle of the giant ship came from a distance.

"I deserved it," he said.