Vol 2 Chapter 4225: Reconciliation with the past self

When he saw Leno's name, Lancelotz was struck by lightning, stiffening for at least two minutes before he recovered.
He had always felt that there was something wrong with the Lost Holy Land. It turned out that what was wrong was here.
Just on the name "Leno"!
At that time, after the thunderstorm night twenty years ago, the work of counting the dead was handed over to Lancelotz, and the past dead should be compiled into a book... However, the outside world did not know that this prince-level figure did not Instead of handing over this work to any of his subordinates, he personally inspected the body and registered the name.
From some perspectives, Lancelotz is also a very conscientious person. He can't let anyone who is not dead become a nominal "dead person", nor can he let any member of the family who cause disturbances. Impunity.
Of course, for those tribesmen who lost their lives due to the turmoil, Lancelotz believes that he should register their names on the death list by himself, which is due respect.
Therefore, few people know that the extremely ambitious Lancelotz is such a responsible person, a person who fears life very much.
It is precisely because of awe that makes me live a long time, and it is also because of awe that I am willing to lie and endure for many years.
Of course, this is not a complete compliment to Lancelotz.
This is an ambitious man who possesses both disposition and ability. From this point of view, Lancelotz is more suitable to be the principal of the Atlantis family than Kestelin.
It is precisely because he personally registered these names and compared them with the corpses one by one, so Lancelotz is very sure that as long as it is the name written by himself, there will be no mistake.
"It can't be wrong." Lancelotz said firmly: "Those who are dead are dead and cannot be resurrected."
His fingers ran across Leno's name, and he couldn't help but feel a tingling scalp.
In fact, in Lancelotz's view, it was forgivable that he did not think of Leno's name for the first time.
Although the other party was also a family elder at the time, with high status and seniority, after all, after twenty years, many memories have faded. In addition, too many people died at that time, so I listened to Sebastianco's account. After the encounter in the Lost Holy Land, Lancelotz felt wrong for the first time, but he didn't immediately think of which link caused him to doubt.
Now everything is clear.
The link that made him wonder was the "Guardian of the Holy Land" and the "Leno" body!
"If Leno really died twenty years ago, who would be the'Leno' who appeared in the Lost Holy Land?"
You can’t think about this question deeply, otherwise it will really make people feel a cold back!
That is the holy land of the family! It is a treasure that has been passed down for hundreds of years!
If this person can appear there and pretend to be Leno's appearance, he must know the Golden Family well!
So... how does his appearance pretend to be?
Lancelotz knew that the answer to this question was very simple. It must have been imitated by human skin-masks. Now this thing is not new in the dark world. Some mask masters will even make it extremely realistic. It is difficult.
Lancelots wondered whether to tell Sebastianco the news.
This will have a huge impact on the law enforcement captain.
The latter is the most loyal believer and defender of this family. He firmly believes that the "blood of inheritance" has raised his strength to such a high level. Of course, Sebastianco is not a pedantic person. If you tell him the truth, Then he will take the initiative to screen and judge.
However, Lancelotz felt that it seemed cruel to shake a man's faith at this time.
Staring at the roster in his hand, staring at the name written by himself, Lancelotz's eyes were unparalleled dignity, and he said to himself: "Who are you? What do you want to do? Inheritance What is the blood of blood?"
This is a family that has been passed down for thousands of years, and the unsolved mystery is simply unimaginable.
No one can give Lancelotz the answer.
It was late at night, and he was indeed tired, but the chill on his body remained for a long time, and he still had goose bumps on his arms.
This late night, it seemed as cold as never before.
After thinking about it, Lancelotz picked up the phone and said, "Please inquire about the whereabouts of Kestelin."
I don't know if he wanted to throw the mess here to his nephew, or if he wanted to have a good talk with him about the future of Atlantis.
"I seem to be wrong."
Lancelotz wanted to go back to his bedroom, but he passed by his daughter's room.
Mirabelle has not lived here for a long time.
The "Flower of Thorns" that Lancelotz has spent half of his life cultivating has already left him.
He is a man who never admits his mistakes and never thinks he is wrong, but this time Lancelotz did not deny his problems.
In fact, it is not too late to realize it.
No matter how old you are, as long as you can face your mistakes, it is worth it.
Opened Mirabelle's room and took a look, everything was still the same. There seemed to be many scenes before Lancelotz's eyes. Then, he shook his head, exited the room, and gently closed the door.
In the past, he thought that loneliness was a vastness that originated from the soul, but at this time he discovered that loneliness really didn't mean much.
The family is devastated, and my lifelong pursuit is meaningless.
However, at this moment, the outside courtyard door was pushed open.
Then, there were footsteps.
Lancelotz was about to open his own door, his hands suddenly stiffened, and then his expression eased.
He was really familiar with this footstep, and at this moment he very much hoped that it would sound.
When Lancelotz judged that this step was not his own illusion, he felt light in his heart.
Then, a girl wearing a black tight leather jacket and pants appeared in his eyes.
The girl stood at the door pretty, even if she was in the dust, she still couldn't hide her delicate face.
It was Mirabelle.
"Dad, I'm back." She said.
Mirabelle's eyes fluttered like a stream of autumn water at this moment.
"It's fine when you come back." The scenario that had just been conceived suddenly became a reality, and Lancelotz felt a little dazed, and didn't know what to say for a while.
He is not a person who is good at expressing emotions, and even this aspect is completely unfamiliar to him.
Therefore, even though the emotions in his heart were shocked and joyous, Lancelotz did not say much, but as usual: "Some troubles have happened in the family recently. Rest early."
Mirabelle looked at her father and untied her golden ponytail. The waterfall-like long hair suddenly fell away, looking beautiful in the night.
"I heard about it, so come back and see if I can help you." Mirabelle said: "Seeing you are all right, then I will leave."
Although she said that on her mouth, the act of untying her hair just now was completely an action that her daughter would make when she went home.
After speaking, Mirabell turned and walked out.
When Lancelotz heard this, he suddenly felt a little flustered. He almost immediately said, "Stop!"
"Stop..." Mirabelle was unable to complain: "This seems to be something to the enemy, Dad."
Lancelots is not good at expressing emotions, but he knows that if he does not speak today, he may regret it for a lifetime.
Mirabelle had already given him a step down, and even if Lancelotz had a good face, he had to go down the at this moment.
This life is so short, don't leave any regrets.
"Since you are back, don't leave." Lancelotz said.
Mirabelle stood still, still looking at her father with a smile.
There was such a big mess in the family, Mirabelle learned the news and rushed over from South America all the way. Since she chose to come back, she also didn't plan to leave.
However, what this daughter wants is an attitude of her father.
After so many years of nurturing, Mirabelle thinks she has to repay, but as long as her father speaks a certain word, she will stay firmly.
As his daughter watched, Lancelotz sighed softly: "Daughter, for so many years...I was wrong."
It is my fault.
As soon as she said this, Mirabell's eyes suddenly turned red, and two lines of clear tears flowed from the corners of her eyes.
She knew that her father was such a proud person, and he was willing to bow his head to admit his mistakes at this time. In fact, it was... really difficult.
This was almost impossible in the past.
Regarding the scene where her father apologized to herself, Mirabelle had imagined countless times, but she never thought that at this moment, when she heard her father say "I was wrong", she was filled with distress.
Some things, you will never know what kind of mood you will be before the moment it actually happens.
People are like this. For the first half of your life, you have been competing with yourself and the world, but one day, you will reconcile with yourself and the world.
"Dad, I'm going to rest."
Mirabelle yelled, then wiped a handful of tears and pulled the box into the room.
Closing the door, she leaned against the wall, crying silently.
After so many years of being forced to cultivate, Mirabelle is also not very good at expressing her emotions, and her tearful face is rarely seen by her father.
At this time, Lancelotz's voice sounded outside the door: "It's fine to be back. Tomorrow, let's visit Gothlin."
After speaking, he went back to the room.
Perhaps, after today's event, Lancelotz will find that it seems that "apology" is not so difficult.
In this rugged and difficult world, there are so many things that are far more difficult and cruel than "apologies".
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When Su Rui woke up, the moon was hanging in the night sky.
Gesilin was still asleep.
Since the lights were not turned off in the room, Su Rui could easily find that the scar on the latter's face had completely fallen off, and the color of the new skin was gradually moving closer to the previous complexion.
Unbelievable recovery speed!
At this time, Gesilin moved her finger.