Son of the Tower

Back in the West Iceberg, Mars found that the girls had gone back to their room.

That's right, it was already midnight, and Mr. Director, who handed over the man to Sidney, received his thanks, and Mars met with the old secretary who came over.

The old man seemed not quite used to it yet, he squinted his eyes and looked at Mars.

"I talked with Princess Chun, and he said, you sympathize with us, and I can also see the fact that between workers and the company, you chose the former instead of the latter."

"I am a child of the tower, regardless of my background, regardless of my bloodline, just because of this windbreaker on my body, the collar patch on my collar and the lightsaber handle on my waist, I should not stand beside the latter Before, there were so many people in the world who needed my protection, how could I help the evildoers." Mars replied with a smile.

The old secretary laughed, revealing his teeth—the gums were a little shrunk, and the teeth were a little decayed and missing. In Northernism, more medical equipment and medicines were left by these idealists to those who needed them more.

"It's really good of you to think so, Mr. Gaota." Having said that, the old man reached out and took out a sword badge from his pocket: "When I was very young, When I was studying in Gaota, my instructor told me at that time that if I chose Northernism, I would choose a painful road, the road is long and the suffering is boundless.”

The old man said so in a very standard southern Thai language.

And Mars caught the sword badge, and he understood what the old secretary meant. The old man wanted him to bring it back to the tower and put it on the monument.

"I answered him, I'm not afraid, what I'm afraid of is my family, my descendants, everyone on this big island will become a tyrant and a slave to the company...But people are unpredictable, we fight, we lose, We have learned our lessons, and we have made a comeback... Until now, we have chosen peace. Only then did I understand what my mentor said, no matter how good a war is, it cannot compare to peace... His Excellency Ishikawa is a wise man, and you are his son-in-law, I I sincerely hope that you and Her Royal Highness can help this country and make the future better."

Mars nodded: "Please rest assured, Tsubaki and I will do our best to maintain your covenant. If someone wants to destroy everything, we will do our best to stop it."

"Thank you, child..." The old secretary said this, and extended his hand to shake Mars's.

Mars bowed his head, saluted, and left.

When he got into the car that Xibinglu prepared for him directly to the Rest Palace, Mars saw the old man standing under the lamp.

This old secretary still believes in human nature too much.

Mars has seen such a great swordsman like him, and he wants to change the injustice all his life, even if he is old, he will not regret it.

But there are also people who have forgotten their vows and who they used to be.

As for peace... Mars didn't even dare to comment on how long this peace would last.

However, the old secretary himself should understand.

………………

Watching the car leave with the young Mr. Gaota, the old secretary lit a cigarette for himself, and the old man standing under the street lamp took a sip greedily.

This is the cigarette given by Mr. Xiao, although he also said not to smoke too much. …

But how long can I live with this old bone.

There were footsteps behind him, and the old man didn't turn his head until he handed over a cigarette case with one hand.

"Brother, smoke my cigarettes too."

Hearing this, the old man's withered mouth twitched. He wanted to smile, but the missing teeth made his smile look terrible.

He took Xiaoxi Changzhi's cigarette, and then looked at the younger brother who hadn't seen him: "You look much better than me."

"Brother, you're joking. I've been honored by my parents. If my grandparents hadn't fallen in love with an elf back then, our family wouldn't have such a bad breed like me." The elf sat down on a bench by the roadside with the old man. .

"Your Excellency Ishikawa wants peace, brother, you also want it. This is a good thing, but I am always worried about whether your successors will change."

Hearing the hesitation of his younger brother, the old secretary took a puff of smoke: "My heir will recognize the peace and the peace treaty itself. We northernists are not crazy. The quality of life of the people in the royal party area has improved in recent years. We are not looking at it." I don’t see, the skills are not as good as others, so you have to admit your own weakness. If His Excellency Ishikawa and his successors can continue like this, we northernists and I will gladly join in the work of building the new four islands. No one likes to fight , Changzhi."

"Yes, no one likes to fight. We have been fighting for so long, and seeing the world outside is changing with each passing day, we shouldn't waste any more time." Having said that, Xiaoxi Changzhi took the cigarette from his senior brother, and looked Looking at his rough and chapped hand, he took another look at his own hand holding the cigarette.

The elf sighed.

He lit a cigarette for himself.

"Although His Excellency Ishikawa's psychic talent is not high, and he may not be able to improve in the future, the talent of his child with the Queen is still very good. Several hexagram masters said that this child will become a legend one day. ...Hopefully he can learn more from his father."

"But many people in the royal party probably don't think so, right?" said the old man.

"Yes." Xiaoxi Changzhi shook the soot: "Our generation, in the end, can only exchange for a short period of peace for this land, brother."

"Wouldn't it be better for everyone to live a better life without bleeding for a few years, Changzhi." The old man raised his head to look at the night sky, and the Milky Way was unfolding in front of their eyes.

The old man took a puff of cigarette vigorously, and the younger brother beside him flicked the cigarette between his fingers: "Mr. Mars, it's very good. The instructor has chosen a good boy. We have a younger brother who seems to be reliable. Brother."

"Huh?" The old man turned to look at his junior brother.

"You said, Mr. Mars has guaranteed our oath, will one day come to our four islands when the oath is broken, and fight for the weak." Speaking of this, Xiaoxi Changzhi looked at his senior brother: "Do you think it's possible?"

"He is from southern Thailand."

"Mr. Xiao is from southern Thailand, and his species is from the Westland, but he also has a wife from the four islands... Brother, didn't you say that ambition is not based on youth, and ambition is regardless of origin. Mr. Mars is talking about southern Thailand. In other words, he ate southern Thai food, his basic necessities of life are the same, and he guaranteed your oath with His Excellency Ishikawa..." At this point, Changzhi's eyes had a light of hope: "He is not a person who does not count , you and I should know."

"Yeah, it can be seen from his willingness to stand up for the workers...what can you do." His senior brother looked at him, and then laughed again.

Knowing that the senior brother understood this, Chang Zhi also laughed.

History will prove everything. Some things cannot be true or false, and false cannot be true.