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NO.148 The Wisdom of Silence

Regardless of anything else, at least the identity of the senior is real.

"And that's the only thing that's real."

Across the screen, Omer clarified calmly.

"Thanks to the chip, I remember my childhood experiences fairly clearly. His name is Lars Lesombra, the descendant of a branch of the Lesombra clan. I'm sure you've done some research on him. Let's skip over the clan power and the vampire's origins and circumstances. The focus is on his current abilities."

"I thought...he was paying attention to you," Holhai said leisurely, "He showed his complicated attitude towards you during the conversation, which made me curious."

"From Tianmen City to Jiemen District, there are so many people following me. It's nothing to worry about. He just has multiple kindergarten senior tags." Speaking of this, even Omar couldn't help but have a subtle expression. He paused under the other party's burning gaze, "I'm curious about what kind of story development at that age would lead to such a situation?"

"Is this an overstepping of authority?"

"This is just meaningless curiosity," Omar said, looking away from somewhere else and then looking back. There was a hint of reverse inquiry in his dark red eyes. "But you seem to be ready."

"But you don't look very happy?"

Even without using particle projection, simple video calls still maintain amazing pixel clarity.

Omar could even see the patterns on each feather on both sides of the other person's forehead, so naturally he felt a little melancholy while talking to him.

This melancholy also fell into the other person's eyes, and instead deepened the curve of the corners of his mouth.

Holkhaiya didn't hide it at all.

Even when the other party obviously changes the subject, he does not hesitate to pick up the conversation.

Not only did she not hide it, she was actually showing this change intentionally.

The same leisurely and charming tone as usual, the same confident and calm demeanor as usual, and the visible aggression that arises from it.

In just a few days, Miss Holhaiya's temperament and impression on Omer changed again and again. After this change, it seemed as if she had regained her former appearance.

And this means that she has found back some pursuits that are not much different from the past.

There is a common sense that a person's experience determines his temperament, but temperament has always been a superficial impression, and the real inner driving force is extremely complex, but Omar is willing to attribute it to pursuit.

This pursuit can be replaced by desire, can be replaced by desire, but in the final analysis they are the same thing.

That is the blood that supports your skin and bones.

This theory was derived from the teachings of Yasin Lesembula and is the only bond between Omer and the vampire uncle.

It is also a profound reflection of childhood education.

Childhood is an important and inevitable stage for everyone. Some people will use their whole lives to heal the scars of their childhood, while others will use their whole lives to be grateful for the happiness of their childhood. In any case, they are using this life to interpret the gains of their childhood.

Good or bad, except Miss Holhaiya.

If gaining nothing is also a kind of gain, people like Holhaiya can avoid the fate of being excluded, but unfortunately, this is not the stage for philosophical dialectics.

Those who skipped their childhood for various reasons will have a journey full of ups and downs, scars, and pride.

Holhaiya's pride, scars, and hardships are all connected to the feathered serpent's wish. The radical surgery deprived her of the childhood she should have had, but it also became the unavoidable preface to her story.

Just like Batman’s alley and the pearls on my mother’s neck, I always have to replay them in my mind over and over again.

And when one day, all these things no longer need to be replayed, everything is settled, and he/she has the right of an ordinary person to live an ordinary life...

Whether you agree or not, he/she is dead.

The person standing here now should be a truly new creation, but also a person who is very different from the past.

As for this, Omar did not feel sad or regretful.

Because even if he overlooks the other person's past by eavesdropping, he is still a supporter of the way of peace and joy.

Everything in the world requires a certain stance, and for all those who have experienced hardships, the right to return to being an ordinary person, a right that may be sneered at by ordinary people, is always extremely precious.

There was a time when, in his eyes, Horhaiya seemed to be ready to embrace this right.

But now, all that can only be regarded as an illusion.

"It is undeniable that I hope that people around me can be more content with what they have, rather than crazy people who are excited by danger and enjoy challenges."

Omer crossed his fingers and rested them on his chin, not hiding his regret. In response, Holhaiya just commented with a cold smile:
"What a bad god."

"…Why do you say that?"

"You clearly handed the fuel to the remaining flames, but you are blaming the fire for starting again?"

"I have a favorite line about this."

"Oh? How?"

"From the Trial of the Hero ~ From the Temptation of the Saint ~"

He hummed the eternal story, which tested heroes and tempted saints. The world's enduring legendary epic was written based on this, and even recorded in mythology. This was naturally suitable for the feathered serpent who also understood the Far East language, and there was no threshold for understanding.

"It sounds like you are just trying to prove your badness."

"On the contrary, the price and the reward always complement each other. Although I undeniably hope to see you get away from it, I think the most important thing is to break free from that immature and confused look."

"Your quibbling doesn't seem like a god, but more like a scumbag who plays with women's feelings. I like it."

"That's a really sharp comment, but now that it's been made, I think it's time to declare this topic over."

Omar's tone was calm, not moved by the words at all, and he didn't care about the difference in treatment between the other party who was respectful to him a few hours ago and spoke so violently to him a few hours later. In fact, he had just run away from the girl in a hurry, and he was only concerned about one thing at the moment.

"Although I don't have much impression of him, I allow you to convey my approval. Just assume that I was indeed taught a lesson by him, rather than him being confused by my words and taking his friends to turn himself in to the teacher."

"Hmm... I see." Holhaiya blinked. "If I were to paraphrase his words, I'd be curious if he would jump onto the ceiling right on the spot."

"As to whether vampires can control their own blood pressure, my answer is yes," Omer said, turning slightly to the side and waving his hand, then turning back, "Although provoking others is a good way to improve efficiency, it is not recommended to use it this way."

"What a shame," Quetzalcoatl said hypocritically, "The blood demons I know rarely have this kind of self-restraint, and the one who spoke directly to the point doesn't seem like a calm and intellectual type."

"indeed."

Thinking about how that child-like guy had caused the trouble back then, Omar had to agree with the other party's judgment. He even felt that the tall, burly and reliable image of the old senior was a false one.

After all, one doesn't usually expect vampires to grow physically.

Even though most of the vampires who have achieved success in their training will reorganize their bodies and shape themselves into a satisfactory posture, but being as tall and burly as in the photo, as if you can go to Egypt to be attacked by others, you will feel at ease...

Although deeply offensive, Omer's idea touches on the argument that excessive inferiority complex can manifest as excessive arrogance.

but……

After all, he is an old senior, after all, the nephew of an acquaintance, and after all, he is a vampire who inherited the family business and became the club director.

He did not continue the topic and just said calmly:

"But no matter what, you might as well treat it with that attitude first. You may get a surprise."

"Oh? I see. Is that the kind of person he is?"

This time, the woman's particularly tasteless smile, which was the same as that of Eliseko, Vishdale and others, should be really tasteless, so Omar just raised his index finger in front of his mouth.

"Seeing the truth but not saying it, then I wish you good luck."

"Eh? Such a simple blessing?"

"I have to point out that your attitude is becoming more and more aggressive now."

Omer shook his head.

"Although I don't mind it, the rebound is so violent, you should be careful."

"Oh, are you worried that my mentality is still unstable?" The woman said in surprise, covering her mouth. Although the action was quite natural, it still seemed exaggerated in Omar's eyes.

Not even close to Karin-chan.

But this sharpness and aggressiveness that is always there no matter how she restrains herself is probably her style.

The rainbow snake, which only concealed its light, could not understand the feathered serpent's style of sensing the outside world by spitting out its signal at such a high intensity.

Some people use observation to understand the world, while others use constant exploration to perceive the world. Getting used to such differences is also part of the survival of the fittest.

"It's undeniable, but I don't want to say more," he sighed, and said helplessly beside the half of the dark blue and black hem that vaguely broke into the screen, "Well, I hope you can find fun and satisfaction in the madness."

"Oh, that's a very nice blessing. I wish Lord Rainbow Serpent God a good time. By the way, can you give my regards to Texas next door?"

"You can do it yourself."

"That won't work. I still have a job that you gave me."

After that, the signal was cut off, leaving the two of them staring at the screen that had returned to the chat interface in silence.

"She has returned to the way I remembered her, especially the last sentence."

After several seconds, it was Texas who spoke first, his tone was light on the provocation in the words.

"Ah, indeed."

Omar nodded, raised his head, twisted his nose as if he had a headache, and then seemed to be thinking about something.

"Bad character...Looking back, maybe that's true."

"This commission?" Texas responded quickly because she had just filled water at a nearby water dispenser.

"Ah."

"Although I wish she could be more like a normal person, I can't deny it."

As if he wanted to give his entire self to the sofa, the young man lay down like a pile of mud, looking at the cup of water that his girlfriend handed to him.

"I also want to see one of my kind survive."

"It's human nature," the girlfriend said calmly, "but this will cause a lot of trouble in the future."

"Only later? I always feel like I'm missing something now."

Some people didn't say anything, but just buried their heads in sipping water, and moved their ears as if nothing had happened.

　Chapter tips:

　　The lyrics mentioned by Omer come from the Girls' Opera Theater version of "Beautiful People Are Like This", which is sung by Clo and Maya (affectionately).

　　The next sentence is "Give you a devil, let me become a devil", which is not appropriate, so Omar naturally did not mention it.

　　However, the reason why he thought of the song was because Holhaiya's words reminded him of the role song "I Know You, Mr. Moto" that Qian sang in the KTV. The last sentence was: I don't know how lonely the god is/I really like a lonely and lonely god.

　　(End of this chapter)