Chapter 50: You will be better than him

Chapter 50, you will be better than him.
At night, the four gates of Yongxing City were not closed.
"From the king's hand! Let the way! Give way!" More than a dozen knights, while holding the nine-pointed star flag and the cross double-star flag, face seriously out of the city gate.
"Is this all the messengers?" North City Gate, the city defense captain looked heavily at the messengers to leave.
"More than that." The city defense officer who rushed to the emergency shook his head: "There are three other gates."
The messengers held the warrants of the Fuxing Palace and rushed to the places where the great men were located - the inner city defense officials who knew the inside story.
This is not counting, more is the letter crow - being sent to aristocrats farther.
"It’s a big deal." The city defense officer, who was nearly fifty years old, patted the captain’s shoulder and gently said.
I hope, don't be another year of blood.

Strongly declined the tales accompanied by Gilbert and Ginny ("Sorry, Mr. Gilbert, Ms. Ginny, but this is my covenant with me, I have to face it alone - I promise to inform The content of your conversation." - Tyres who shook his head firmly, walked silently on Yodel's side.
In the first few minutes, neither of them said that they lived.
It was not until the corner was turned over that the nearest guard was isolated behind the wall, and Teres stood silently and looked at the mask guard.
Jodel’s footsteps also stopped.
"We have to talk," he said with a look of hesitation. Tyres gave a deep breath and added another sentence: "Private."
Jodel walked over to him and silently.
"As you wish." The secret guard of the mask, gently put on the shoulders of Teres.
In the next moment, I felt a wonderful slap in the face, and everything around Tells and Jodel became a strange white.
It seems to be another world.
"The shadow of the world." Yodel explained briefly.
Tyres nodded, but he still looked serious and was not attracted to the strange white background – he had more important things.
There was a silence between the two.
"Jordel," Taylors struggled to organize the language and tried to speak:
"You...there is something between the magical master and me...how much do you know?"
As he did not say a word, Jodel just bowed his head and looked at the dark-haired boy.
"When Morat wants to talk to me in the study room, you intentionally stop him." Taylors gently closed his eyes and slowly smoothed things up and down, dull:
"You know that the study on the third floor has special soundproofing, which will isolate the hearing and sound of the blood, so you insist that we stay on the second floor to talk about the help of Serena, under the eyes of Morat. A crucial reminder..."
"Let me marry Morat's old hot question, cover up..." Tilston took a moment, he blinked slowly, looking at the purple mask, and finally firmly said: "... cover my true identity. "
"Is that right?"
Taylors fixedly looked at the secret guard of the royal family.
The mask was facing him motionless.
After another unspeakable silence, Jodel’s perspective was slightly drooping, and the low-pitched voice was heard from the dark purple mask:
"I...not like Gilbert..."
"...I am not good at words."
In the complex eyes of Tyres, the mask guards the tunnel.
"After the Red Square Street, I don't know how to open it."
Tyres looked at him with a sigh of relief: "But you know it from the beginning."
Jodel’s mask moved slightly.
"Yes." His hoarse voice came from behind the mask.
"That night..."
"I have been there all the time," Jodel's voice was full of heavy: "I heard the words of the magician."
"I also noticed your unusual... unusual appearance in the face of the magician, the vase in the corridor without any reason, the explosion in the underground of the manor house..."
"So I know that you are..."
Taylors took a deep breath: "Then my father, he..."
Yodel shook his head.
His voice was like coming from another world, and it sounded in the ear of Tyres: "On me, Mr. Little, only I know..."
The mask guard did not speak any more.
Taylors stunned.
Thales looked at the eccentric who had always protected himself, but always hid his face under the mysterious mask.
Yeah, he always knew.
But keep a secret for himself.

Why?
The boy heard his voice in a slight ups and downs, full of incredible surprises:
You know that I am, those are...

Taylor stopped for a second.
He remembered the basement in the darkness, and Eichda's face flickered in the fire.
At that moment, his tongue was as heavy as a thousand.
But Tyres still bit his teeth, took a deep breath, and said the noun in a difficult and painful way: "The disaster."
"You know exactly how the scourges are taboo - why?"
Jodel slowly buckled his shoulders and interrupted the thoughts of Tyres.
"Child." He was hoarse.
"I have seen... a lot of things, more than you think."
"This country and your family," he said softly: "From the day of birth, it is destined to be entangled with those disasters."
"It was like 600 years ago."
"Twelve years ago."
Taylor’s heart trembled.
Twelve years ago?
Entangled with the disaster - the comet family?
"It is the same now."
"I have seen those disasters more than once."
"I gotta Feeling."
"It’s really terrible and fearful, not the scourge."
"It's our own."
"It is the ordinary people of us who will fall into what they are called for the existence of the so-called disasters, what kind of corruption will be destroyed, and what limits will be sacrificed."
Jodel paused, as if thinking about the next sentence.
"I know, you may be a 'disaster.'" The mask of silence, who has always been silent, said so many words in front of him for the first time.
Just listen to him hesitantly said: "But I know that many people in this country, even ... have become ugly and terrible than those disasters."
"They have brought disasters and they don't know."
Tyres frowned unnaturally.
"For example, Morat?"
"He is just one of them: the Black Prophet is no longer a prophet, only the darkness."
Jodel looked up, and the dark lenses reflected the whiteness around him. The image of Taylors was isolated and it was thin and bleak.
"" by contrast.

"Mr. Taylors, I prefer to believe in you."
It seems that Yodel has not said so much for a long time, but he tries to find the clumsy look of the words, and the frankness behind this look makes Taylors feel complicated.
At that moment, the boy did not know what kind of expression and mentality to face the secret guard.
"But why is it?" Taylors took a deep breath for three seconds and said again: "Because I have the blood of a comet in my body?"
Yodel shook his head slowly.
"I am not Gilbert. I don't believe in the blood."
"I believe that the seven-year-old boy who is also fully sheltering his companions in desperate circumstances is different from those who are ugly."
"I also want to believe in you, a comet from the end, will become this decaying kingdom... a different king."
A different king?
Taylors subconsciously said: "Like Mideel King - Chu, my uncle?"
Yodel was silent for a few seconds.
"No." The mask guards said, the voice was low and sad.
Just listening to his hoarse voice, firmly said: "You will be better than him."
"I know that you have something he doesn't have."
Tyres was slightly shocked and his breathing accelerated.
He looked at Yodel, who didn't recognize his expression, and couldn't speak for a long time.
Half awkward.
"Thank you."
Tyres, who managed to calm his mood, can only say these two words.
He is so ugly, he is speechless at the moment.
The mask guarded on one knee and the ground was heavy and powerful.
Yodel spoke hoarsely again.
This time, his sentence is more sincere:
"Jordel Gato."
"For you."
Tyres took a deep breath.
For a long while, I didn’t speak.
"There is one more thing," he heard, asking himself hard:
"If that night, you have been..."
"You are... when did you start... are you?"
Jodel’s hand sank slightly.
Just listening to Tyres, breathing slightly, slowly:
"You see, see Quaid, he is in the hustle..." Tyres gritted his teeth and whispered and asked: "...?"
The mask guard gently releases his hand.
He did not speak.
Did not speak.
At that moment, Tyres only thought of Jodel's mask, and a pair of lenses on the mask, so cold.
His heart suddenly cooled.
"You didn't stop him." Tyres muttered, remembering the blood of that night.
"Until he entered our house...and didn't stop him..."
Tyres trembled and asked:
"why?"
"Ming Ming prince...may not be in those nephews?"
"And... those kids..."
Tyres actually had speculation.
But he is not sure.
He must ask.
Jodel stood up slowly and interrupted him.
"time to go."
Yodel is faint.
"They will doubt it."
At that moment, the mask guard was like a machine without feelings.
Let Taylor think of Aishida's smile.
No temperature.

Although Serena’s room was not as far away as Ginny’s
one hundred meters away
, it was not as close as I imagined.
The rooms of the blood family are located in the wide storage area of ​​the Judith Hall, away from the sun, the crowd, and the tales.
"Good evening, Mr. Ters." The pale-blooded blood family, I don't know how many years old the old housekeeper, Chris Corleone stunned at the door of the "door", showing a dead smile to Jodel:
"Welcome back, Mr. Mask - just when you suddenly appeared, but scared us all."
Jodel did not answer.
Chris didn't hesitate to turn to Tyres and nodded lightly: "His Royal Highness is waiting for you."
The moody and complicated Taylors looked up and looked at Jodel around him.
The latter's mask was invisible and went to the other side of the door. Like Chris, like two guards, stood at the door.
Tyres also slightly bowed his head. After taking a deep breath, he pushed the door open and went to Selena Corleone, who had already waited inside.
He has just been a savior.
After the Morat, the next trouble.
"Ah, even the long-awaited ally."
The little girl with red eyes was deeply expressiond, and in the black dress, she was greeted with a skirt.
"It seems that with the help of the occasion," Serena, who has a leaky tooth, emphasizes the word 'help' and continues in a disturbing smile: "There has been trouble in the matter."
"That is the time to talk about, even the salary and fat report problems?"
Believe it or not, I am really two today. By a serious face without a sword
PS: I heard that today's Tanabata? How many people are as single as a sword?
(End of this chapter)