Heartbreaker

I heard that Vulture City held the funeral ceremony for Marshal Backhouse Plummer while I was unconscious.When I rolled out of bed thirsty, I found One-eyed Ior sitting on a chair across the room, looking at me for what seemed like a long time.I got tangled up in the blanket made of low-quality wool and rolled on the ground angrily. Then Aiel came slowly, untied the blanket for me, and carried me to the bed.

"I fucking thought you were blind in the other eye too!"

I cursed that the physical discomfort aggravated my manic depression.Ai Er didn't say anything, just poured me a glass of warm milk and handed it to me.

"Stop being self-willed, Lemon." He listened silently to my thirsty swallow, and said, "The marshal of the Winter Ting Army is dead. To save you, he died."

With a plop, the cup slipped from my palm, and all the remaining milk spilled on the bed.I dragged my stiff body out of bed, gritted my teeth and put on my shirt, my brain was suddenly hit by a dizzy feeling and dizzy.I staggered a few steps, put on my cloak and was about to leave, but Ai Er suddenly said from behind, "Take these."

I turned around and saw two things in his hand.The same is a crown, and the same is a knight's holy sword.I didn't even look at these shining holy relics, but said bitterly, "Where's my knife?"

Ai Er just said calmly, "It's all here. Your knife, and the armor of the former Silver Scale Knight. This trip to the Tattoo Castle is worthwhile for you all."

"Give me my knife."

Aiur took out a package.I carried it on my back, tied the holy sword around my waist, pressed the crown on top of my head, and opened the door grandly.When I stepped out of the door with one foot, I suddenly heard Aihe say from behind, "This marshal named Buckhouse Plummer went to the dragon's soul summit three times to save you, and he was seriously injured. , until his body was pierced by the dragon's poisonous claws, and he was unconscious for several days and almost died. If the empire hadn't noticed the signs of the Mogul invasion and was in danger, the king called him back urgently. He would rather sacrifice his life than leave you alone .”

"His wound is just below the heart. It has tortured him all the time for so many years, and his physical strength has already been exhausted."

I paused, and Ai Er said, "This is what Chichikov told me. Lemon, you were not alone back then..."

With a bang, I slammed the door loudly and strode out.

The sound of the bell floated in the dark sky, and the black pine branches printed sad silhouettes in the smoky gray sky.In the cold night, snowflakes are flying all over the sky, moistening my lips and eyelashes, like snow and ice elves dancing on my clothes.I walked towards the man's resting place, a quiet and deserted winter forest, and the cobblestones on the path pierced the soles of my feet through the holes in the soles of my boots.

His grave is a small round mound, and a simple stone tablet stands coldly in front of the mound.His idiot son was dressed in silver armor, kneeling on one knee, with his head drooping, and his golden brown hair was covered with snowflakes, making him look like a gray-haired old man.

I stood behind the idiot, with white air condensed on my lips, staring at the silver armored knight, at the stele, at the gloomy and cloudy snowy night above the stele, at the sky that looked like the eyes of my dead hero.

****

In fact, before I came to Vulture City, I hadn't seen Marshal Buckhouse for seven years.After I became a waste with a strange disease, as long as the conditions allowed, I refused to meet anyone I used to know, including my heroes.I am willing to be a cave dweller that no one cares about, and God has given me this opportunity without hesitation.With my parents' growing appreciation and love for Airon, the hero I admired finally took the last bit of his eyes away from me and said with approval that Prince Airon Thor would be a great warrior and king.

During countless sleepless nights, I was surrounded by uncontrollable resentment and powerless weakness.I hated, hated everyone, hated myself, became moody, gloomy and irritable, like a malignant sore in my heart inexplicably, and the stinky pus dripping out bit by bit corroded me.I finally plucked up the courage to tell my mother about Airon's abuse of me, and then, my mother stared at me for 3 minutes before saying a word.

"Lymon, in fact, your father and I already knew about it."

So when I was 12 years old, in the year when Airon and Yangtao got engaged, when Marshal Buckhouse gave Airon his beloved sword, and in the year when I was about to be given to the dragon instead of Airon, I have completely turned into a monster.

I smashed the lyre to pieces in front of Gerson, licked the faces of the maids in front of my mother, and teased his knighthood in front of my father.I went out of my way to make everyone stare at me, hate me, and freak out at what I did after a long hiatus without seeing the light of day.Ai Rong doesn't dare to provoke me anymore, just kidding, he can't hide from me.He thought I was grandstanding at first, but he didn't realize that something was wrong until he stabbed me with a sword and I punched him backhand with my bleeding arm.

The first time my brave and handsome brother screamed like a woman was because I was riding on him, strangling his neck like a mad goat, and shouting with a smile, "brother, love me again Bar!"

All the conflicts that were originally squeezed into the small watering can broke out like a flood that opened the gate that day.When everyone pulled me and Ai Rong away in fear, my dear brother clutched his lower body and rolled his eyes in pain. I bet he won't be able to hang out with other girls for at least a few months. The title of "Evil Boy Prince" fell firmly on top of my head, and I was locked in the punishment room, and was whipped by a thug monk so that I couldn't even lift my head.

Those black-robed monks said that the little prince had lost his mind and was already terminally ill. He must be punished, otherwise the devil would use this to descend and extend his vicious minions to the world and heaven.

Since then, the dark punishment room has been my cozy cabin.I swallowed the rotten food sent by the servants on time, received the flogging from the monks on time, and insulted everyone on the wall with spit and blood on time.That wall was written and painted, like my rotting and long flesh.I didn't cry to anyone, and I didn't show weakness to anyone. I stuck to the barred window of the punishment room and spat at my father's back, "Great king, may the Wanjiang Empire be torn apart, and may the Saul family be wiped out!"

Afterwards, the memory is more blurred, and I guess the reason for the blurring is because my soul was out of my body.My father almost beat me to death, and if my mother hadn't been crying and pleading for me, I would have died long ago.Some people say that was the only period of time when I was quiet. I was tied to a cold torture bed with belts on my hands and feet, like an immortal zombie hanging on my breath.Every day my mother would come to the black room to accompany me, sit beside me, read to me my favorite fairy tale love story when I was a child, and tell me how the heroic prince went through hardships and upheld justice, and rescued the beautiful princess from the dragon. Live a happy life.

I remember my distraught body asking, "Is the dragon hard to kill?"

My mother was taken aback and said, "When...of course, it is precisely because the dragon is an evil that is difficult to defeat, so the brave heart of the prince is worthy of praise."

I stared straight at the pitch-black ceiling, and asked again, "Are those who are taken away by the dragon sure to be saved?"

"Yes, my dear little lemon." Mother kissed my forehead, pushed my dirty blond hair back, and said, "Although the world is full of unforeseen evil, it is also full of indelible justice. Evil It will never replace justice, because there are always those who are working hard to achieve peace and justice in the world, and they will never give up and never compromise."

"Oh." I nodded, "I see."

That's why, since there are always some people in the world who are striving to achieve world peace and justice, never giving up and never compromising.Then maybe I can wait until that moment, until someone who can really save me appears.

But what puzzles me is, if a heart that has been broken is stitched up again, will it still look like it used to be?Will it still dance innocently as usual?

The voice of my mother reading the fairy tale disappeared from my head.

They said that the villainous prince has become better, no longer hysterical, and no longer causing harm to others.They say that the flogging of the disciplinary monks played a key role, that the devil has withdrawn his claws from my body.On the following winter day, they finally released me from the dark room. The servants washed my body, put on a brand-new dress, and wore the little crown that belonged to a prince, and brought me fresh and delicious meals.I was fed and warmed up, and they took me out of the palace.I haven't communicated with people for a long time, and my thinking is slow, so I quietly followed them and continued to wait.

Gerson waited for me outside the city gate, took me from the others, and took me into a carriage.The wind and snow raged that day, just like the cold and silent northern snowfield for thousands of years.The sound of the horseshoes slapping echoed in my dream, I was wrapped in a thick blanket, dreaming a never-ending dream, and outside the car curtain was the heavy snow that seemed to be able to obliterate time.

In the dream, there was a pair of warm hands holding my scarred hand, a pair of arms hugging my trembling body, and a pair of lips lovingly kissing my ugly scar.That invisible shadow wrapped around my limbs like a soft black mist, and shed warm tears on my dying cheeks.

It hugs me, kisses me, says it loves me, and persistently calls my name.It seems that even if I can't hear its voice or see its figure, it will never be separated from me.

Lemon.Lemon...

I almost shed tears.Immediately, I woke up.

Gesun stood on the snowfield in the distance, his figure blurred into a dark dot.I don't know where I am, I just know that there is something heavy on my body, like a shackle.It pressed my head and pressed my body, dripping acid-like saliva on my cheeks.It was only then that I realized that the place where I was lying was a piece of lava, and the golden melt marks scorched my chest. I finally let out a heart-piercing scream, and was thrown in the air by biting my collar. I was dizzy and vomited continuously .

In a trance, I heard Gesun's words, illusory and false, but true, sandwiched between my screams, like a flying insect, quietly drilled into my head.

—You brought it on yourself, Lemon Sol.

I can't hear anything anymore.

After all, the world didn't treat me kindly, and the reason others gave me was that you have to blame yourself.

****

"If it is possible... please forgive my father, please? Prince Lemon..."

The idiot was aware of my presence, but he didn't move. He still knelt on one knee in front of his father's grave, his dejected back like a lion whose nails had been pulled out.

"I know that when you were sent to the Dragon's Lair, the entire Winter Ting army was shocked by this... My father knew the truth a week later, it was too late, but he still disobeyed the king's order and summoned the army to go out Go to the summit of the ember of souls, and say that you want to rescue Prince Sol who was captured by the evil dragon... and was given to the evil dragon..."

I listened to him calmly, without even a slight change in expression, as if he was telling a story about someone who had nothing to do with me.The idiot's voice gradually turned into crying again.But he was desperately suppressing it, restraining himself from revealing the slightest fragility, and still straightened his back like a giant ice armor log, unwilling to embarrass his deceased marshal father.

"so what?"

I tapped the golden crown on top of my head, stepped forward a few steps, and pressed the handle of the bone knife against the back of his head, "Tell me the key points, you idiot."

He stood up abruptly and knocked my knife away.The broken blade of the bone cutting knife pressed Baixue out of an outline, and the idiot walked towards me with a white mouth, and for a moment I thought he was going to give me a few punches, but he suddenly faced me, knelt down on one knee, and punched me with his right hand. Sticking it in front of my heart, I roared hoarsely.

"So, I beg you, stop uttering evil words, and stop doing evil! You are about to ascend the throne and become the new king. The responsibility on your shoulders is heavier than the sky, and you are not a villain who acts recklessly! The Winter Ting Army has been dormant for many years. At this moment, my father endured humiliation for this moment! He never gave up saving you, why did you give up on yourself?! I know you have suffered a lot and suffered a lot, but have you considered the people of the Wanjiang Empire? The country is ruined and their families are destroyed. They are unwilling to submit to the kingslayer, and they are still lingering in the cold Vulture City. Their life is much harder than you can imagine, and they still hope that an upright and righteous king can lead them through Difficulty!"

"Go away!" I yelled, throwing the crown violently, "what king?! Don't you f***ing threaten me with your father's death! Oh, call me a villain, call me a rascal, yell! yell! Admit that you think I'm king just because of this rubbish tiara, admit that you wish I could die in your father's place, admit that you hate me so much that you want to puke! You're a damn good talker, why don't you be yourself? This king, huh?!"

Dummy stopped talking, and looked at me incredulously, as if he were looking at a heartless monster.I suddenly trembled all over, a feeling I had never felt before, in front of Buckhouse's tombstone, in this dark snowy night.My footsteps were weak, and I was almost unable to stand still. For the first time, I felt that the hot blood was not pouring into my limbs, but into my eye sockets.I threw myself into the snow, buried my cheeks in the icy snow, beat the soft snow quilt on the ground like venting my anger, and felt that my arms were frozen into icicles.

"what--!"

I roared, and the snow balls clenched tightly in my palms melted into snow water.After a long time, I stood up and grabbed my knife.The dangling shadow of the idiot Yin swayed in my field of vision covered by snow, he approached me, I was about to hold the knife in front of me furiously, but he raised his arm and put on the crown solemnly and reverently to the top of my head.

"I have sworn to my sword that I will only fight for my king in this life." He lowered his head, his golden-brown hair soaked in snow and frost, "If you have resentment towards this world, the hatred is at the bottom of your heart." When you are lonely and helpless, no one stands by your side, blocking all the harm for you..."

As he said that, he knelt down on one knee, performed a loyal and solemn knight salute, and said loudly to me, "From now on, I will stand in your way! This is the oath that I and the sword in my hand will keep, My prince, my lord! When I stab it at the dragon, I have this awareness, not because I am not afraid of the dragon's threat, not because of blind courage, but because once you are dead, I don't know the Winter Ting army , my father, and what is the meaning of my lingering to this point!"

He finished, this knight named Falos Plummer.I want to respond viciously so I don't believe these rhetoric, but his face, his voice, and the fiery loyalty emanating from his whole body stop the venom I'm about to spit out.His name popped into my mind for the first time, and I stared at the night sky quietly, and in the end I didn't see a twinkling star from the cloudy night.

"Fool. Fallows Plummer."

I untied the saber at my waist, drew it out of its sheath, and tapped each of his armor-covered shoulders.

"I know that the king you originally wanted to serve was not me." I said, "It just so happened that when I saw the holy sword of the Silver Scale Knight - this holy sword called 'Blood of Christ', the knight I thought of Not you either."

"But now I am your king of Wanjiang, and you are my silver knight."

"We're even."

After saying that, I stuffed the holy sword into the stunned fool's hand, picked up the bone-cutting knife, put the golden king's crown on my head, and stepped on the spotless land under the vast white snow, just like walking alone countless times in the past. Like a pitch-black night, he walked alone to the towers and castles where the banner of the Wanjiang Empire was hung.