: The first year story 067, the darkness lies beyond the light and noise

The idiot fainted, which scared Bun. She screamed and kept pushing the idiot's chest with her little hands, tears streaming down uncontrollably.
"Don't worry, he's fine."
An abrupt voice came from behind, and Bun turned his head, and the shadow of an old man was reflected in her turquoise pupils.
Principal Campa knelt down and tested the breath and pulse of the idiot. After confirming that the child was not in serious trouble, the old man finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Okay, next, it's time to arrange the layout."
The sound of footsteps in the distance was getting closer, and Principal Campa picked up the idiot and the bread, and put them into a side alley. Later, he took another child from the alley and put him on the snow outside. At the same time, he drew out the saber from the kid's waist, stabbed another sword in the throat of the already dead Cui Te, and put the blood-stained sword into the kid's hand to make him clenched.
At this time, Quirine ran across the street with seventy soldiers. I'm afraid that the most surprising thing for those who are serious and ready to fall into a big battle is the dead body of Trit who is lying motionless on the ground.
"Ah! Mr. Campa!"
A soldier first noticed Campa's presence. In an instant, Trit's dead body was no longer a strange thing.
"Mr. Campa killed him!"
"Great! Mr. Campa. Your strength is really hard to match!"
"The traitor's luck is really bad, and he ran into Mr. Campa's hands. He deserves it!"
With these words, the soldiers' cheers also added a layer of relief. Because before that, they were told to face a character of pure spirit level. Although there are so many people together, Cui Ling is not a great role. But I am afraid that there will be casualties. It is also a good thing to be able to solve this matter without hurting a single soldier.
However, when everyone cheered, Principal Campa shook his head. He stopped everyone's cheering first, then helped the child lying beside him, took out some powder from his arms and smelled it. It was also at this time that people noticed the child.
"The next heir to the Goodsey family, Master Dai Lao?!"
"Why is he here? Didn't Quirin say he was defeated?"
"Hey! Come and take a look! The wound on Trete's throat is a sword wound! But Headmaster Campa...he...he doesn't use a sword!"
Everyone was shocked instantly. As Dai Lao coughed and woke up faintly, Headmaster Campa patted his back lightly, and said with a smile of joy: "You are really at stake, Master Dai Lao Goodsea. You can kill with your own power. Defeating the anti-thief Cui Te, even if you are injured and unconscious, it is a glory worth boasting!"
As Principal Campa uttered these words, Quilin was stunned, the soldiers stunned, and even Dai Lau himself was stunned. He looked at the blood-stained sword he was holding in his right hand, and then at Cui Te, who had turned into a corpse over there, with a blank face.
Next, Principal Campa said everything he had seen. From his mouth, everyone learned that Dai Lau had woke up in a daze when Quilin went to chase Treite. Relying on a strong sense of self-esteem and honor, he also followed the footprints on the snow. It was also at that time that Campa saw him walking with a sword in a daze, and followed him all the time.
It was also Dai Lao's luck that he found Cui Te first than everyone else. During this period, Dai Lao was finally fully awake, and he was wounded all over his body, and finally pierced the traitor's throat with an absolutely delicate sword technique. But because his injury was too serious, he fainted again after defeating Treite, until Headmaster Campa came out of hiding and met everyone.
"Master Goodsey, please forgive me for not being saved." Campa stepped back two steps, the old man leaned slightly and said, "Because this is the best practical experience, I want to see you How far can you achieve it with your own strength. To be honest, I didn’t expect you to kill him. I thought it would be enough if you could wound him. But to be honest, your reality is It surprised me greatly. Your talent for martial arts is not only once in fifty years, but once in a hundred years!"
This sentence may not come from someone else's mouth, but the effect from the old man's mouth is sensational! In the wind blowing sand city...No, even in the Bucks Empire, no one dared to deny the strength of Headmaster Campa. How difficult is it to get a compliment from him? And now, not only praise, but solid facts are in front of everyone. Announce the birth of a genius to everyone!
The streets that were empty just now are beginning to be filled with people one after another. Among these people are newspaper reporters, noble nobles, and many soldiers and people. Especially the people of the Goodsay family, after hearing that the next heir to the title of his family could single-handedly kill Treite, more than two hundred people came to guard! Not to mention the several major affiliated families of the Goodsey family. To the back, even the principal of Campa could not get close to Dai Lao, and was isolated by the Goodsey family.
This is a major event, a major event that might be enough to stir up the Holy Eve Festival Gala tonight! Dai Lao bears the praise of his people. It is conceivable that he will appear at the Holy Eve Festival tonight, take the limelight from everyone, and become the most dazzling new star! This is of course, because he is a genius, a genius rare in a century!
The young Dai Lao was a little flustered at first, his memory was confused, and he had no memory of himself after being knocked down. But looking below him, those people lifted him up like a hero, chanting and cheering. All these reputations and praises are for him alone!
king……
The surprise and panic in the corners of the mouth are gradually replaced by satisfaction and confidence. When everyone around him said he was a hero, he also began to think that he was indeed a hero. That's right, he does have strength and perseverance, and he belongs to the strongest among all children of the same age. Then, even after the coma, the fact that the enemy can still be killed is impossible in the eyes of ordinary people, it should be possible for him!
Nothing else, just because he is a genius!

The hustle and bustle of the crowd surrounded Dai Lao and left, preparing for the holy night festival that will be taken over by the Goodsay family tonight. When people followed that glorious genius, hero, and young strong man left...
Silence and Snow began to refill this street where too many secrets were hidden.
Campa sighed and turned around. His footsteps are opposite to that of the others, extending to a dark alley. However, he is not the only one walking with his back to the crowd. A girl clutching her belly with bloodshot eyes on her mouth, also staggered behind him.
Pure and icy hexagonal crystals, drilled into the dark alley. There is no light, no cheers, only the ice and snow, gently covering the person who never seems to take a look. To most people in this world, he is just a pile of rubbish, a and fateful leech, and a ditch mouse, who can never enter the shadow of the light world. Ice and snow, cold and darkness are his best symbols.
"He? He... how could he be here?!"
Following Campa into the alley, Quilin exclaimed at the first glance at the idiot who had passed out.
Little Bread saw people coming in again, and a little face that was already full of tears sobbed again. She lay on the idiot's chest, and kept pushing him with her two small hands, crying.
"Relax, he is fine."
I don't know who said it to, Campa said this sentence lightly. Then he took out a small bottle from his arms, uncorked it, and handed it to the nose of the bread. The bun just sniffed, swayed and fell asleep on the idiot's chest.
Quilin stood aside dumbly, looking at the drowsy idiot before him. There is also a bloodshot on the corner of his mouth, obviously after some "battles"! If this is the case... Then enlarge your courage a little bit and guess boldly...! ! !
"Could it be that……"
"I killed it."
Before Quirine could tell her guess, Campa immediately interrupted her with words. The old man picked up the two children, turned his head, and glanced at Quirine coldly: "What? Do you really think that this child is capable of killing that Trit?"
Can't.
This is a conclusion that any ordinary person can draw.
Quirine lowered her head and stopped talking. She followed Principal Campa slowly out of the alley, and came to the street outside where there was only white snow but no one.
"If you say...you killed Treite, then why do you say it was the young master of the Goodsey family?"
Quirin asked loudly without giving up.
Campa raised his head and watched the snowflakes quietly fall on the idiot's face, dyeing the pitch-black hair white...
"I am getting old, and these credits are of little use to me. But for the young master of the Goodsey family, it is an incomparable honor."
"I give him the credit, which can stimulate his self-confidence even more. He is indeed a person with extremely high talents. I don't want to use one defeat to beat his confidence. On the other hand, He has always looked down on me as an old man because of his family status. I want to help him and give him a good reputation so that he can look at me as an old man."
The snow is still falling. Campa's footsteps continued, but Quilin's footsteps stopped.
"In other words...Did you use a lie to make a deal with the Goodsey family in exchange for some pitiful respect for yourself?!"
"Whatever you think. I'm just an old man about to enter the soil. I just want to spend my old age peacefully without being discriminated against..."
As the sun sets, the white world is gradually replaced by darkness. Quilin stood there, pondering what Principal Campa had just said. But the old man has slowly disappeared into the night...
Snow, caught in the wind, still blowing in obscurity, bringing the most ruthless coldness.