Chapter 85: .Far far (on)

The evening moon had just risen, and the setting sun was like blood, shining bleak and narrow shadows among the tall buildings in Star City.
He slept as far as he could, with a fine sweat floating around, and he didn't know what entanglement he encountered in his dream. He clutched the quilt tightly, and a slight wrinkle between the eyebrows was always difficult to smooth.
The room he is in has a simple style that is different from the luxurious style of the South Island. Dark brown solid wood paved everywhere in the room, with no extra decorations except for the lightly carved ice and snow patterns. Several wicker chairs with soft cloth backrests surround a green wooden table. On the table are pots of fragrant snow orchids, and long branches hang down to the floor, connected to the long wooden bed with low feet.
There was no sound in the room, a wisp of fragrance squeezed in from the crack of the door, lingering around the tip of his nose as far as possible, always hooking his nerves, and finally making his brows tremble. Waking up slowly while sleeping.
Where is this...? He felt as if he was pouring lead and iron in his mind, and he couldn't lift the energy when he swayed, but he still sat up and scanned his surroundings with the prudence he never lost.
He kept the simple furnishings in the room in his eyes, and found that he had no impression of this place. In an instant he straightened his body and wanted to find a weapon. He felt severe pain all over his body. He could only snorted and leaned back weakly on the soft pillow.
There was a sound of footsteps outside the door because of this call. Although he stopped immediately, he was easily caught as far as he could. He braced his body and stared at the carved iron wooden door, the jealousy in his eyes did not fade, but then he finally smelled the delicate fragrance that lingered on the tip of his nose. It was the fragrance he had been familiar with since he was a child. It was her...the look of the gun guard suddenly Relaxed, leaning on the head of the bed and exhaling a long breath, finally showing some unhealed fatigue.
At this moment, he remembered to check his injuries: under the white robe was a dense blood-stained bandage, the bitter taste of the healing potion still remained in his mouth, his chest was so painful that he couldn't breathe, and his whole body was numb to the point of no sensation, but anyway, He finally survived...
He hung his head silently, staring at the bandage wrapped around his hands, smelling the misty fragrance, and remembering the battle without resistance in a trance
The overwhelming area of ​​coercion was like a boulder in an instant, so heavy that he could barely take a step, and also shocked him that the tall, mysterious shadow in front of him was a lord-level superpower!
how is this possible? When did such a character appear in the South Island! ? This question struck his mind like a meteor, but there was no time to delve into it. He gritted his teeth and condensed the power of his whole body, before barely letting out a few walls of light, trying to resist the ubiquitous pressure. He couldn't figure out what happened afterwards, he only remembered that he was like a puppet trapped in a hurricane, swayed to the ground, and finally fell to the ground and passed out.
Did she save me? Picking up the messy thoughts as far as possible, and looking up at the silent door: the simple engraving lining the frame of Aureila's black iron, luxurious, dark, and flawless-this is the craftsmanship of the dark castle, not the exaggerated south The islanders did it. This discovery made him wonder where he was. Could it be that at this moment, he has moved away from Star City to the North Country?
He thought of the dark floating castle covered with rust. He clenched his fist and was a little touched, but suddenly there was a roar of noisy magic locomotives outside the window, accompanied by laughter and lively radio music, sweeping by like a whirlwind. This made him immediately understand his position-he was still in the star city, still in this bustling city full of corruption and copper.
The sudden ups and downs of his mood made him feel even more tired. He wanted to reach out and rub his brows, but was so sore that he couldn't lift it up. He simply leaned back on the pillow and sat down for a while before closing his eyes, and said to the person outside the door like a whisper: "Please come in..."
There was a few minutes of silence outside the door, and with a crisp click, the iron wooden door was finally slowly pushed open, revealing Mrs. Lovina's cold and proud face like a frozen snow mountain. She wore a sea-blue long silk skirt lined with waves and white edges, with her complicated hair in her arms, holding a small folding fan with gilt edges that the ladies of the South Island must have in her hand, as if she had a good posture of going to the countryside, but her narrow eyes seemed cold. Bing Jing Han Po's gaze had already exposed her true colors.
She pushed the door in and closed the iron door. She didn't speak, and squinted proudly as far as she could. The corners of her tight mouth finally showed a slight arc of mockery. She moved to the window slowly and slowly with small steps, seeming to be focused on admiring the scenery. After a while, she hummed and sneered in a low voice: "I thought you learned something in the capital...what, Didn't your defiant teacher teach you the word'careful'?"
There was no gentle attitude towards the patient in her expression, and she didn't leave any affection. She just opened her accusation and was aggressive. But as far as he could seem to be accustomed, there was no violent reaction at all, just a little breathe with his head down, and a mosquito-like humming and vomiting two words: "Thank you..."
The lady waved this stick high and fell into the empty space. She felt her heart blocked. Looking at the sun gradually disappearing outside the window, she shook her nose a few quickly, and turned around abruptly, but her face returned to an iceberg-like appearance. Indifferent, Han Sheng asked: "Why didn't you do what I said?"
Jin Yuan made no answer, but the lady didn't expect him to speak, she continued to reprimand: "Do you think that learning a little bit of skill is enough to make people proud? Do you think that people in Austronesian are stupid, and only rely on a little bit of money? Can the balance be maintained?"
She stared at the bandaged young man, the anger that burst from her eyes almost ignited the white gauze, but the other party remained silent, as if she hadn't heard or seen her existence. After a few more rapid gasps, the gun guard on the bed finally trembled his lips, and asked quietly, "Who is that person...?"
Mrs. Lovina was irritated by his attitude of taking her life seriously. She struggled with injuries and finally managed to the person back. This kid was still a dead end, which really caused her years of maintenance to be on fire, but she felt dizzy on her head and irritated in her throat. Blood surges. She didn't want the other person to see her out-of-control expression, and immediately turned her heels to face out of the window, clutching the folding fan desperately to suppress this impulse, and could not speak for a while.
The room was silent again. For a long time, the lady finally suppressed the mood swings, opened the lace fan and shook it gently, and said slowly and stiffly: "His name is Moredia, Moredia Flair... "
"Moredia..." Jin Yuan was taken aback for a moment, as if he had heard the name somewhere... By the way! It was the Protestant elder who was bombed away by the countess before the dinner at the Count of Crono!
He couldn't help but shudder in his heart. If he was known as a lord-level powerhouse, who would have the courage to drive him off the field... It's just that he was obviously strong enough to look down on the world, but he wanted to remain anonymous. What was his idea? ?
He thought of the few words he heard at the time again, and couldn't help but breathe in air. According to the countess, the assassin leader named Virut was also inseparable from him, and it can even be inferred that it is very likely that he followed his orders before going to the capital to commit the crime. Could it be that this talent is an assassin The real man behind the group?
He sank in the mess of memories, his face was uncertain. The lady couldn't see his expression, but she seemed to be able to guess his thoughts. After a while, she continued: "It's not just as simple as you think, huh! The black South Island Under the clouds, several people can see clearly...what is going on."
"Do you know him?" Hearing her words as far away as possible but not clearly speaking, thinking of her secretly planning methods these years, a horrible thought came out, "You...couldn't it be a partnership? ..."
"Bastard!" He was interrupted by the lady angrily before he finished speaking. Her stern voice was like the roar of a giant clock, shaking as far away as possible in her ears, "I'm so unbearable in your eyes!? Do you go along with that kind of untrustworthy and unrighteous stuff!"
She tilted her head but didn't turn around, staring at the head of the bed with a little leftover light, her heart and anger almost ignited solidified rays, piercing the misunderstanding of the ignorant young man. She had never seen such a big fire as far as she could, and she was at a loss. He knew that although the lady came to play on the outside, she never told a lie to herself. She felt frustrated, but she was unwilling to show her weakness and apologize. She pressed her mouth tightly and lowered her head again. Even the sound of breathing was hidden in the echoing sound waves. .
The atmosphere in the room was extremely depressing. The lady made a big fire, and finally slowly tempered her temper. The fan in her hand shook without rhythm, with a cold and hoarse tone, and she unquestionably ordered: "After the injury, I will ask someone to send you off. Back to the capital, you are not allowed to intervene in the muddy water here... have you heard it?"
The gun guard was silent for a while, and shook his head slightly: "I can't go yet..."
"Heh..." The lady was abruptly grinned by his answer, "What do you want!? Do you think you can save your life every time, so that I can pick it up?"
"At least I can't leave until he returns." He said calmly, without any compromise.
"You are quite loyal..." The lady said a little bit of sourness, "If he comes, how can you persuade him to leave the South Island?"
As far as possible, I was speechless for a long time. Indeed, as she said, Shun always does things his own way. If he knows that he is injured, he will not let it go, and he can't tell the cause and effect of this encounter...
After thinking about it, he didn't find a proper solution, but remembered an old thing, and the fox questioned: "You knew there would be that assassination?"
"Of course I know." The lady confessed without hesitation, "otherwise why did you go to the capital specially?"
"...Did you deliberately let me keep him in the hotel?" Jin Yuan suddenly understood her plan to kill someone with a knife. There were a few turbulent blushes on her pale cheeks, but her heart gradually became cold.
"I have no choice." The lady held her neck high, and didn't feel anything wrong. "Can't let people catch the handle and say I left him?"
"You thought it well... What should I do if something goes wrong with him?"
"Ha!" The lady suddenly laughed sharply, and she slapped her fan and turned back, her eyes full of sarcasm, "It seems that your confidant friend is not as honest as you think. He must have never told you. , In the capital, as long as the heir to the throne suffers any fatal damage, he will be protected by the blood contract set by the holy tower; he must have never mentioned how many amulets he hides in his hands that are enough to escape..."
"...Everyone has privacy, no matter how good the relationship is...it is no exception." Jin Yuan didn't know where she got the news, but she was not instigated.
Mrs. Lovina snorted disdainfully and still sneered: "I wish he had some accident. It would be perfect if Santa could adjust his power to deal with that guy."
"I won't let this happen." The gun guard finally raised his head and looked at her, his solemn face showing a firmness.
The lady looked at his weak but still stubborn face, her expression was slightly stagnant, her eyes drooped inadvertently, and a little missed sentiment leaked out. But she immediately packed up the weakness that shouldn't be there, turned her back and gently shook the fan. After a few minutes of silence, she sighed quietly, "How long have we not seen each other?"
Leaning on the bedside as far as possible without answering, she still sighed with emotion: "I know you don't want to see me... I never force you to do anything. Even if something happens, I only ask Louis to speak for me... But I didn't. Thinking of it, you really think of yourself as a native of Tingguo!"
She turned around abruptly, her face regaining her previous indifference: "Do you really think that you can cover up the rust smell on your body by changing into white clothes? Learning the old sayings of those bureaucrats can make them forget your origin. ?"
These two questions directed at people's hearts caused a trembling of eyebrows as far as possible, but still did not say anything, bowed his head and closed his eyes, his mouth was tightly sealed.
Seeing him, the lady didn’t answer, she was so depressed by the dull and forbearing temper that she half-closed her eyes and shook the folding fan a few times, showing a little tiredness: "I shouldn’t have sent you...The capital is never hospitable The place, where it has been stable for too long, is like a stinking ditch that has been accumulated for thousands of years in Tan, and there are swarms of mosquitoes and flies everywhere..."
She paused for a while, her tone getting lower and lower, she seemed tired, and she was overwhelmed with difficulty: "You don't belong to the capital... remember... you are an Olesia..."
"I haven't been back in 14 years." Jin Yuan's whispered voice did not fluctuate, and it seemed that she was not affected by this monologue at all.
"Fourteen years...three months...zero twenty-seven days..." The lady counted the days without any difference, "I still remember that day..."
Suddenly she stopped talking, and she didn't say a word as far as she could. The room was so lifeless that even the passing railcar couldn't bring any ripples.
I don’t know how long it took, the young machine's tone finally sounded on the head of the bed, intermittently, but without hesitation: "Next year he will ascend the throne... I will serve as the chief guard, just like Master... the future is bright, and I Why can't you live dignifiedly as a native of Guoguo?"
"Because you can't see your identity! Why don't you think, if someday they know everything about you, what else can you justify?" The lady retorted loudly, revealing the weakness he least wanted to admit.
He was silent again as far as he could. At this moment, he had an urge to escape, he didn't want to listen, and he didn't even want to squeeze this thought into his increasingly painful mind. He closed his mouth tightly and exhaled a long sulky breath from his nose. Before he could sort his thoughts, he listened to the woman in a low voice and slowly said: "Do you know that the bunkhouse is already at stake..."
what! ? There was a throb in his heart, turning his head and staring at the seemingly innocent figure by the window, for a moment he even felt that he had heard it wrong.
"At the end of September, news came from the exploration team that a new associated bonanza was discovered. At that time, everyone was so excited...but who knows, after just two weeks, it should have been enough to mine a quarter of gemstone mines. Quietly exhausted..." The lady paced gently from the window and came to him, staring at the black jade-like eyes, her expression was nothing strange, as if she was talking about something unrelated to herself. Rumors.
"Exhausted?" With a stunned face as far away as possible, the Sahua gemstone is not as fragile as the phantom flower. How could it be exhausted inexplicably?
Mrs. Lovina ignored his doubts and continued plainly: "Follow-up investigations were fruitless... As soon as the idiot Pedilu heard of the rich veins, he could not wait to acquire a large number of magic ordnance weapons, but who would have thought, ha ha ..."
She shook the corners of her mouth and sneered lightly, with revenge in her eyes: "In order not to cause panic, he could only smash his teeth and squeeze out some money from various budgets to repay the purchase price, huh... it was shameless. When he came to hit me, he thought that someone who sent a social flower to seduce me would get a piece of the pie from me? Ha ha..."
"...What does this have to do with me?" Jin Yuan asked indifferently, not wanting to hear her talk about these open and secret activities.
The lady was a little dissatisfied with his attitude of ignoring the crisis. She frowned and explained patiently: "As soon as the gem ore veins are exhausted, the dark fort will lose the most important source of energy... The prosperity of the past will soon disappear. What's more, it is floating. The daily cost of the fort is astronomical...how long do you think those idiots can last?"
"Isn't this as you want?" He thought of the intrigue between the two sides over the years, and couldn't help but ridicule. "When you come back to the city with enough gems, you are afraid that they won't give you the position?"
"I have never been interested in that position..." The lady gave him a cold look. "Once the energy supply fails, the bunker is in danger of falling at any time. I am not kidding you."
He moved his lips as far as possible, and finally did not refute. He was worried about the threats facing his homeland, but he still pretended to be indifferent and asked, "What's the use of you telling me this? No matter how critical the situation is, I will change. I won’t give you the Sawar stone."
"Of course you can't, but your..." If the lady touched her palm with the fan handle pointedly, "it's different."
"What do you mean?" He became alert for an instant, his pupils shrank and his body straightened, "I warn you, don't hit his mind!"
The lady saw him with a vigilant face at the moment, her heart was sour again, and she sneered unceremoniously: "Look at you...How dare I hit his idea, all I want is just a little trick..."
"If you want to be straightforward, don't make a roundabout."
"I just want to know... How exactly did Santa transplant the Phantom Flower? Just tell me this and I will be sure to solve this crisis."
"Joke, this is the secret of the royal family, how could he tell you?" As far as possible, her face was colder, and she didn't know what she would play, and secretly clenched her fists.
"Of course it must take some means... but as long as you can cooperate..."
"I absolutely, won't, cooperate with you." He gritted his teeth and spit out, decisively, with no room for negotiation.
"I won't hurt him at all, you don't have to show up, just tell me where he is..." There was some anxiety on the lady's face. Although she had expected this result for a long time, she couldn't help but persuade him a few words, but immediately Was interrupted.
"I have already said it very clearly, I will never cooperate with you, Mrs. Olesia..." As far as I can go, my body is stiff like a corpse, his eyes are full of flames, his voice is as rough as matte, but he is merciless.
The lady was stunned when she heard this. After a while, she turned around silently, staggered back to the window, looked at the setting sun that was gradually falling into the horizon, and contemplated for a long time before sighing with the same hoarse voice: ...You still don't want to...call me...mother?"
She turned around abruptly, and met the gaze of the young man's gaze, and there was a sudden silence.