I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 175 Lison’s Memories

Sebastian looked at Uncle Nack's back in confusion. He seemed to hear the other man's shoulders shaking slightly, as if he was trying desperately to suppress his wild laughter, but he could also faintly hear the weird laughter. Voice.

He looked down at the half-trunk ax that fell on the ground. The section of the handle was extremely uneven. It looked as if Uncle Nack had smashed it with too much force just now... But I didn't seem to hear that kind of landslide The sound of breaking.

Mr. John, who was following behind, also followed his gaze and looked back. He also saw Uncle Nack who staggered and pushed the door open, and heard a loud slamming sound of the door closing—then he also turned his head, with a slight Asked in a puzzled tone: "Did something happen?"

It seemed that Mr. John didn't understand what was going on - Sebastian made this judgment in his mind for the time being, then smiled slightly, slowly shook his head and said, "It's okay, let's move on."

The house where Grandpa Lisson lived alone was at the corner of the town, and the whole street was full of empty and abandoned houses.

The empty houses in the streets and alleys were particularly damaged. The gray stone walls were cracked with hideous scars, and the plants growing wildly in the courtyard were like creeping green tides, which not only spread to the walls and climbed up to the roof, but also Drilling into the house through the cracks, it seems that the dark green turbulent waves submerged these abandoned houses.

However, there are some houses that are particularly deserted and desolate. There is no grass growing in the courtyard, and the trees planted by the previous owner are also withered and dead, like stiff and twisted corpses—maybe it is because the nutrients in the nearby land are more greedy than the surrounding green tide-like plants. The reason why the buildings on both sides were taller and blocked the sunlight - it was difficult to judge the real reason with Sebastian's knowledge.

"Mr. John, you just said that the outside world can now communicate remotely through telegrams. You only need to click a few buttons to send text messages remotely." The young man held the tool in his arms and looked back with great interest. Di went on to ask: "But you also mentioned that these messages need to use the carrier of electric current, and they have to take the channel of cables to spread."

"What about the extremely long-distance communication? For example, how to realize the communication with the mainland? It is impossible to set up a cross-sea cable, right?!"

Watson embraced the plank and replied: "You guessed it right-as early as 30 years ago, the first submarine cable was laid. The cable crossed the English Channel, enabling modern and convenient communication between the island and the mainland."

Sebastian couldn't help but exclaimed when he heard this, and muttered to himself in shock: "Submarine cables... I really didn't expect that the technology of the outside world has developed to such an advanced level..."

Watson had already learned from the small talk on the way that the boy in front of him had never left this remote and backward town. He pretended to encourage him and said: "Sebastian, you are still young, you should be here at this time." Take advantage of this opportunity to go out and see the world, the world is changing with each passing day, and various advanced technologies emerge one after another...Maybe in a few years, even the dream of flying into the sky can be realized!"

"Flying..." Sebastian murmured this word, he couldn't help but look up at the gray sky, at the sun hidden behind the thick winter clouds, he couldn't help but think of the mythical Sun Chaser Icarus, the other party and his father Trapped in the maze built for tyrants for a long time, in order to pursue unfettered freedom, the father and son glued feathers with beeswax to make wings, flapped and flew away from the maze, soared high in the sky, and flew straight to the beautiful world outside the maze. go.

"I also want to fly away from the labyrinth of confinement and fly to a higher and broader sky! Even if I am burned by the sun like Icarus, or fall into the deep sea and be shattered to pieces!" The young man couldn't help shouting loudly and singing. Dream in your heart.

Watson looked at the excited teenager, just smiled slightly, and he continued to encourage or confuse: "Good! Be ambitious!!!"

Then the subject changed, and he shook his head regretfully and said, "Oh, but it's a pity, according to what you just said, your grandfather, Mr. Mikalis, didn't allow you to step outside the town at all... Icarus, who has no feathers, How can I soar in the sky?"

Sebastian was still thinking about the beauty of the outside world with great interest, the light that was lit by the same electric current as thunder, the speeding train that kept buzzing and spewing thick smoke, the ship that could easily cross the ocean... …

However, just when he was full of longing and hope, Mr. John's words were like a huge turbid and cold sea wave rushing towards him, throwing the young man's ideals into a big somersault, being involved in the deep and dark seabed, and freezing his fiery heart. As solid as ice.

Alas... Sebastian couldn't help but sighed deeply, his buoyant face suddenly became sluggish, his head downcast, and even the light in his eyes seemed to be extinguished.

He just lowered his head and walked towards Grandpa Lisson's house dejectedly.

The house of this old man living alone is as desolate as this street. There is not even half a weed in the yard. The ground is blackened as if it has been burned by a fire, but the large mottled smoke marks on the gray stone wall prove that This house had indeed suffered a fire, and the two cherry trees in front of the house had withered and shriveled like starved corpses, and their scorched branches were as ugly as the desperate arms of a starving dead.

Sebastian looked at the visible crack in the roof, holding a tool in one hand, and gently knocked on the door with the other.

Immediately there was a hoarse sound like thick phlegm in the throat.

"Cough-cough cough cough! Who is it?!"

"It's me, Grandpa Lisson. When I came to deliver firewood to you a few days ago, didn't you tell me that your roof was broken? I came here today to help you fix it!"

"Ahem -" the voice in the room replied feebly: "Oh, it's little Sebastian, then come in by yourself, the door is unlocked."

"Okay." Sebastian pushed open the door panel, and the door panel, which had not been repaired for a long time, immediately let out a scream like creaking, and even the wooden floor in the house screamed when stepped on it.

The aged Lison was wrapped in a blanket, sitting facing the fireplace, watching the dry firewood crackling and burning, and the orange-red fireworks rising and dancing, he felt as if he was also like the red-hot charcoal... already To the last moment of life.

He has also experienced the budding period when he was young and ignorant, and the branching period when he was thriving. Although he did not grow into a towering tree, his rich shade was enough to protect his children and grandchildren from growing up smoothly...until that year That night, the group of crazy foreigners arrived.He only felt that the first explosion came from the Cowell Hotel on the top of the cliff. Although the Mikalis family lived far outside the town, their relationship with the townspeople had always been very friendly—according to his mother According to the dying words, the Mikalis family was the original builders of the town of Ilksmouth and the patron saint of the town.

As long as the Cowell Hotel exists, the town of Ilksmouth will never be hit by a tsunami, and the fishermen will always have a good harvest.

At that time, the young and vigorous Leeson certainly wouldn't believe these supernatural claims. He was the only young man in the town who had been out and about. He knew that human technology was developing vigorously, and the power of steam could already make All heavy steel surrenders.

However, until a violent hurricane broke out along the coast that year, all nearby fishing villages were destroyed by the violent force of the sea, but only the town of Ilksmouth, which was supposed to be the center of the hurricane, was safe and sound, and even the fishermen They can also harvest the abundant seafood thrown by the storm to the coast-at this time Lisen finally believed that there is indeed a protection of mysterious power in the town, and the power of this protection is coming from the Mikalis family!
Because when the storm hit, he was leading some townspeople to discuss business in the fishing village next door. The cruel hurricane, fierce rainstorm and terrifying tsunami came so suddenly that they had no time to escape, and they were besieged in the only place in the fishing village. On the high ground, enduring the beating of the downpour, shivering and curling up, watching the next wave of rough waves coming, waiting for the arrival of death in the cold silence.

And at this time, it was the young Mikalis Patriarch, the young man whom Leeson had fed him candy when he was a child, slowly sailed out in a boat under the densely intertwined rain.

The young head of the house held the cane inherited by Michaelis, and lightly tapped the bow seven times. A ripple visible to the naked eye erupted from the boat, and spread rapidly at a speed that was difficult to detect with the naked eye. The wave was about to sweep everyone on the highland into the sea. The big waves inside immediately lowered their heads timidly as if seeing their owner's house dog, and the violent sea quickly calmed down.

The middle-aged Leeson finally believed in his mother's last words after witnessing this scene. He knew that the Mikalis family had really been silently guarding the town of Ilksmouth!
Cowell is there, Micali is there, and Ilksmouth is there!

At that time, Leeson knelt down in front of the young patriarch in gratitude, and swore to the sky and the ocean that he and his descendants would swear to the death to defend the Mikalis family!
The words of the Michaelis family are our mission, and we are willing to dedicate all our strength to the Michaelis family!

So when the blazing light erupted on the top of the cliff that night, Leeson did not hesitate for a moment. He immediately ordered his daughter-in-law and wife to close the doors and windows and stay at home with his new-born grandson, while he took three The son shouldered the shotgun and harpoon and charged towards the cliff!

At that time, Leeson listened to the deafening explosions that kept echoing in his ears. He felt that his aging heart was as strong as the explosions, and his blood was burning violently. The passion and pride of his youth were revived. Back to this middle-aged body!
He no longer felt any cold or pain, nor did he feel tired or sleepy. He led the townspeople who had also received the favor of the Mikalis family and ran all the way up the mountain. On the way, he met a small group of bloody and pale The Stranger was hurrying down the hill—and amidst his howls and snarls the heroic Ilksmouth townsman fired the first shot in return!
In an instant, the roar of old flintlock guns sounded one after another, and turbid and dazzling gun flame sparks bloomed next to Old Leeson. He felt as majestic as a general leading the army in battle. When he was in an excited mood, his marksmanship became even more magical. He raised the gun casually and accurately blew off the opponent's leader's head.

He cheered excitedly like his little grandson had found a new toy, waving a torch and roaring attack, attack, attack! ! !Brothers, rush! ! !Kill these foreigners! ! !Protect the Cowell Hotel to the death! ! !

The passion of the battle blinded old Lisen's perception. He only noticed that those hateful outsiders with high self-esteem fell one after another, but he didn't notice that his eldest son was cut off by an invisible blade from nowhere. , The second son suddenly went mad and lost control and shot at his companion, and was shot in the eyeball by the companion who was also out of control.

At that time, Li Sen's heart was only filled with intense and exciting emotions that were difficult to explain in retrospect. His eyes were bloodshot and red, wide and round, and his sharp eyes, like a knife, scanned the battlefield and watched the dying soldiers. For a struggling outsider, he just raised his three-pronged harpoon and stuck it in!Plug it in!Plug it in! ! !

Let the sharp harpoon penetrate the hearts of these guys, and the splashed blood stained his clothes and the surrounding land red. When all the enemies were killed, he came back as if he had just woken up from a dream. Suddenly, he stared at the youngest son under the harpoon with bewilderment—the pale face that was most similar to himself was still full of astonishment, surprise and horror.

He suddenly felt the boiling blood cool down, and he looked up and saw the corpses of townspeople all over the place, but the group of injured outsiders had long since disappeared! ! !
Before Lisen felt guilty and annoyed and cried, when his mournful wailing had just reached his throat, he heard the sound of explosions starting to resound down the mountain.

Li Sen turned his head back in horror, and saw that the town had also been engulfed in flames, and the explosion that sounded just now... came from my house!
He didn't care about his grief and heartbreak, and endured the pain in his thigh that he didn't know when he had suffered, and limped down the mountain.

Old Lison still clearly remembers howling crazily in his heart at that time - Joanna, Tayana, Erin, Kailu, little North, please don't let anything happen to you! ! !
He ran all the way back to the door, cruelly ignoring the neighbors who asked for help... Fortunately, his house was not attacked by the fire, and the door was locked as he warned before leaving.

The middle-aged Lisen suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. As soon as the breath was released, he felt extremely tired, but he still knocked on the door of his house with all his energy, and shouted anxiously: "Jonah, it's me, you Husband, open the door!"

However, after knocking on the door ten times, there was no movement from behind the door, not even the cry of Little North!
Middle-aged Lisen's heart suddenly tugged. He used all his remaining strength to kick open the door, shouted the names of his family members, and rushed into the hall... Then he saw neat rows of people sitting on the sofa in front of the fireplace. Wife, daughter-in-law and grandson.

There were shallow smiles on their faces, as if they were just sleeping soundly.
However, that smile was so stiff, that complexion was so pale, and that palm was so cold... The middle-aged Li Sen held the loose palm of his beloved wife, stroked the ring on his ring finger, and hugged his head in despair. cry bitterly.

Old Lisen sat on the sofa, looking at the slowly burning fireplace flames, his eyes became moist again.

"Grandpa Lisen, I brought a helper here today, and I will definitely repair the roof for you later!"

"Oh? Which little--"

Old Leeson turned around and saw an extremely unfamiliar face that definitely did not belong to the town. His old heart began to beat as violently as it did that night.

Outlanders... how dare you set foot in Ilksmouth again! ! !

　I have been writing in a hurry recently, and I always upload it in the last minute. There is no time to divide it into chapters, so I will post them all in one chapter.

　　
　
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