prince and his shield

Royston got a small snack from Amber today, and it tasted great, except that it burned his stomach, and there was nothing wrong with it.In addition, although the taste is wonderful, that Mr. Dylan can be regarded as contributing a fruit for the meal, which makes him very satisfied.

There was also a very conspicuous excitement, so he recklessly characterized tonight as not too bad a night.

Until he saw a familiar presence on the boat.

He looked at him, and the man looked back, and nodded slightly as a greeting.The face is invisible, only a black robe, tattered.

It stands to reason that he should be invisible and exist in any corner of this world.In the palace, in the hut, in the water, in the air, underground, and in the sky.

No one knows, and no one can hide from him.

He had a job, and he was given a mission when humans would cry.He never waits, he always works.

He exists with human beings, and even his appearance is given by human will over a long period of time, but it is the ultimate fear of human beings.

Royston stood in the crowd and looked at him. One second and two seconds passed, and the blackness stuck there was still lingering.

He turned his gaze away and saw the whole boat full of people who were chatting and laughing, and his heart suddenly became dull.

There are four horsemen of heaven, war, hunger, pollution and death.

He fought one of them.When he died, blood flowed into his pupils, and he had a pair of red eyes.

No one knows why he went to fight with the Four Horsemen when he was full.It's as ridiculous as a baby fighting Zeus.

He slowly withdrew from the crowd, leaned against the railing on the edge of the deck, stood at a slightly higher place, condescendingly looked down at the crowd who were still immersed in their own world, scheming, scheming, full-bodied and eloquent, with their eyelids closed.

"Mr. Bowen—" Amber went to the bathroom, and looked around for half a circle before seeing Royston, who was in low spirits.

Royston looked directly at her, his pupils trembling.

The woman's face was pale, and she was wet and dripping, but the floor was dry.

"I know what's going to happen later—" She squeezed her eyes and smiled mysteriously with her hands half covering her mouth.

"Wait, the man who gilded shit will be very happy tonight~"

The smile on the corner of her mouth could not be concealed, her eyes flickered, she wanted to tell him what secret it was but she was unwilling to reveal it in advance.Probably a bit of a mischievous element, but the starting point is a positive mischief.

Her smile now is sly like a child's.

Royston stared at her for a long time.

"...Mr. Bowen?" She looked at herself suspiciously, but she didn't find anything wrong, and raised her head, "Did something happen?"

"Want to call your boyfriend?" Royston smiled sideways.

"……Now?"

Royston raised his chin to signal her to look at the sky above her head: "Judging from the trajectory of the moon and stars, now is the right time to confess affectionately."

Amber laughed out loud: "Mr. Bowen, you seem to be a psychic now—"

"I'm pretty accurate, don't you want to try?"

Amber's expression was a little weird. I don't know if it was because she trusted him so much. Looking at the boring social circle, she simply stood by his side and took out her mobile phone.

"Now is the time to confess affectionately, Mr. Bowen, would you like to try it together?" Amber encouraged him.

She knew that she might have overstepped, but for some reason, she just couldn't feel distance from Royston.He is his window of revelation, the first light that lights up in his direction.

Her feelings for him were not love, but more complicated than love.

Want to protect, want to love, want to be the person he will be close to.

Royston stared into her eyes, sniffing the smell of water and blood in the wind: "Okay. Let's—"

Amber thought it was childish, but couldn't contain her excitement.She was about to press the phone, but Royston reached out and pressed the interface of her phone.

"Well, let's make an assumption—" Royston stood by her side to shield her from the wind, "You will die in six minutes.

Before you die, you can make a phone call outside.Who do you want to call? "

Amber was terrified and looked at Royston in surprise.

"Hmm—" Royston raised his eyebrows.

Amber suppressed the panic at that moment. Although she felt that the game was very depressing, she accepted the proposal.

"I'm a psychic. I'll guide you—" Royston said seriously, "Death is standing 123 meters behind you. Many, many people will die on this ship.

you are the first.

Here is your unfinished dream—" He pointed to the social circle behind him.

I can see several very famous agents, directors, and photographers.

"There are people you admire." He pointed to himself, holding his lips and smiling.

"It's the place where you were reborn, and the place where you're about to set sail." Royston's hoarse voice was mixed with the sound of the wind, not very clear.

"But—" his voice darkened, "you saw him. Death. Wearing a gray robe that dragged on the floor. Even with so many people surrounding him, he still exuded a strange aura.

You've never seen him before, but when he shows up, you know you're going to die. "

"A lot of people are going to die."

Royston looked at her: "You can do the one thing you want to do most on this occasion and make a phone call to the outside world. What do you want to do? Who do you want to talk to—"

There was a layer of sweat on Amber's back in a daze, and the mobile phone clutched in her palm was also a little damp.

"Girl, you know what you want to do, right?" Royston's eyes were full of melancholy.

Amber looked down at her phone and nodded.

"I just want to be friends with you on this occasion. Not in the way I was before, but in this way. I've done it." She tried to laugh, but found herself too flustered to laugh.

"Now, I can make another call."

"Yes." Royston pressed her trembling hand, "Just to pass the time, Amber."

Amber covered her face and smiled sheepishly: "You are too good. OK, now, I think... well, the phone."

She pressed the phone and felt bad again for a while.Looking at Royston: "Who do you want to call?"

Royston pondered for a moment, took out his mobile phone and pressed a few times.

Amber looked at him holding the phone: "It must be the kind that can get through."

Royston raised his eyebrows, looked down at his phone, and tapped.

"beep--"

Amber was curious to see that his mobile phone really made a call.

"Mr. Bowen?"

Royston also turned on speakerphone: "Hi—White."

"Have you guys arrived at the pier yet?" Steve listened to the radio in the car and bought a newspaper nearby.

"No." Royston looked at Amber with provocative eyes.

Amber opened her mouth in a 'continue' mouth.

"What's the matter?" Steve put down the newspaper, "If I need anything—"

"No. I just... want to call you." Royston put his hands in his pockets, and turned his gaze from Amber's face to the phone screen.

"There are some things that I can't tell you face to face. Suddenly, I feel that I can't drag it on, so I called you. "

"what's up?"

"You go away." Royston hummed and said calmly.

"……what?"

Amber's eyes widened too.Royston stopped looking at her.

"I said, you should leave." Royston sighed, "Enough."

He wants to think deeply.but can not.

When people are hesitating about the two options of yes or no, finding the reason for the hesitation can basically determine what they really want.

He was always hesitant about keeping White.

stay, is why.Drive away, and why.

His hesitation is a broken root, a relapse of an old disease, and everything in the past is just around the corner, wanting to make a comeback.

He hesitated because he was attached to that face, that voice, and too many points of imagination.

He is confused.Out of bounds, not satisfied.

He is the demon who knows desire best, he knows what he wants.Also make sure you can't let your desires go.

He would ruin White and himself again.Although he has fallen into the abyss, there is no need to implicate another innocent person.

He quit drug addiction for a century, thinking that he had stepped out of the cage that trapped him, but unexpectedly he just stepped into a trap outside the trap again.

He used to think he was indestructible.But he was wrong.

What has trapped him has always been the past, and he has never really walked into the future.

His time is so long that he is not allowed to stand still. After thousands of years, he may become dementia.It may also become as open-minded as Crowley or Raphael.

Either way, he was afraid of it.

He has been born since Genesis, but now he is still a toddler who has not been reborn for more than half a century.

Thousands of years were easily destroyed by one person, and he didn't want to be reduced to a 'rehabilitation center' again in the next century.

Enough is enough.

He should let go.

Like a big dream, Royston has never felt so lucid.

Amber stood looking at his face, hesitating to speak.If she knew what Royston was thinking, maybe she would give him a more objective answer.

It's not like he's letting go.It's more like he's ready to rot, to be corrupt, to go with the flow.

"...Did I do something wrong?" Steve was silent for a while, puzzled.

"You didn't do anything wrong." Royston raised his hand and rubbed the space between his brows.

"You are serious, kind, tenacious, persistent, tolerant, upright, and gentle..." Royston lowered his brows and fell into deep memories, "You have no hesitation, single-mindedness, sincerity, and fearlessness..."

Royston lowered his voice: "You are the best person I can imagine. If I could, I would kiss you. Sing praises to you. I pray that your life will be smooth and healthy, and that you will not mourn for life and death, and do not ask for it. Not to suffer, not to be unwilling to be weak, not to be angry at the injustice of the world—”

"If it's possible—" Royston laughed, "I want you to live your life without any worries."

"If it's possible, I want to have the most ardent love with you in the blink of an eye."

Amber looked at Royston in astonishment, opened her mouth and couldn't speak.

Royston laughed out loud, "Are you afraid?"

There was silence on the other side, only a intermittent breathing: "Uh...I..."

"So, stay away from me." Ross Eaton sighed, "You don't want to be a sacrifice in my hopeless love."

Royston hung up the phone, looked at Amber, and smiled: "It's your turn."

Amber regained consciousness, unable to say a word: "Well, I... I'm not that talented."

"Everyone in love is a poet." Royston laughed.

"It's your turn." Royston urged.

"...OK." Amber called.

"Hey, it's me."

"Yes, I... no, I'm still on the boat."

"Yes, I met Bowen."

Royston's eyes continued to urge.

Amber closed her eyes tightly, then opened them: "Well, I just called to say something....I love you."

Royston smiled knowingly.

Amber's face was full of shyness, but her face was still pale, and more and more water seeped out.She had no idea how she had just blurted it out.

"No, no, it's not a big adventure." Amber covered her head, "...I'm serious."

"Correct."

"..." Amber snorted and laughed, shy and sweet.

"OK, see you later."

Amber hung up the phone with a sigh of relief, and said in embarrassment: "Did I not care about it just now?"

"No, it's enough." Royston said seriously, "That's enough."

"Sorry." Royston stared at her for a long time, and apologized for a while.

"Ok?"

Although she doesn't have herself, she will still be led here due to various reasons and opportunities, and will reach the end of her life here.

But he still couldn't help feeling resentful.This is his bad habit, and he can't get rid of it.

But in the life and death of human beings, everything he does will be useless, and the lessons he has learned are very profound.

The author has something to say: Second update~