Embers of Embers

Chapter 739 Epilogue
The season has entered autumn. When you open the window, the fiery red fallen leaves are picked up by the cool breeze and fall all over the ground. Along with the afternoon sun, the world is dyed into a golden color.
Oscar was wearing pajamas, leaning against the window, looking at the beautiful scenery, breathing heavily, squinting his eyes slightly, as if he hadn't woken up.
Since he embraced the Stuart family, he has gone from a poor writer to a famous writer with financial freedom. His life of free food and drink is really good. In the past six months, Oscar has gained more than ten pounds. Even because he ate too much, he would suffer from gout attacks from time to time, and he would lie in bed for half a month.
Such days are very happy, or very decadent.
"That's called life."
Oscar lamented the beauty of life and the joy of having a place to retire.
"Sir, here is your letter."
At this time, an attendant came over, saw Oscar, and handed a letter with his hands. Oscar glanced at the envelope and recognized who the letter was from.
"Okay okay, I got it."
Oscar took the letter casually, tore it open roughly, and read it roughly. As expected, it was another letter from the editors.
Oscar's career is quite interesting. He has been writing books seriously for decades, but he couldn't be more depressed. Later, he casually wrote some witcher stories, but they didn't sell well.
This once made Oscar doubt his life, but for the sake of money, he could only continue this slightly outrageous story. Later, under the influence of the Stuart family, Oscar's writing career became more and more smooth, and because it was too smooth , causing Oscar to think about one thing from time to time.
I write books to live. Now that I can live comfortably, why do I still write books?
Therefore, since God's birthday, Oscar has hardly started writing in the past half a year. For Oscar, some are just relaxed, but the editor is worried, but because Oscar is protected by the Stuart family, they They can't directly kick the door and threaten Oscar to deliver the manuscript at the end of the month as before.
Therefore, due to various reasons, in the past six months, editors have only been able to send letters constantly to urge Oscar, hoping that he would quickly write a new story.
The tone of the letter also changed from anger, to helplessness, and now to pleading.
This feeling... feels so good.
Oscar took the letter and walked to his study. On the way, he met Seliu who was about to leave.
"Yo! Where are you going?"
Oscar greeted his rich man.
"Lorenzo has returned from the end of the world. He will arrive at the Cape of Wrath almost tomorrow. I will pick him up."
Seleu explained to Oscar, and Oscar nodded and watched Seleu leave.
After more than half a year of training, Seliu has become more and more like a calm duke. She goes back and forth with the opponent at the negotiation table without any expression. And because of her status as a nation-builder, she has a strong attitude in mediating wars. The fame spread even beyond the borders of Inverg.
As for Lorenzo, this guy really couldn't take any time off. He started rehabilitation training in the spring after the God's Birthday. Living up to his status as a demon hunter, he recovered quickly and later joined the Nation Builders. The fleet they formed launched another expedition towards the end of the world.
After several months of sailing, this guy came back without any danger. Thinking about Oscar, he was also looking forward to it. He was ready to wait for Seleu to bring Lorenzo back and listen to him tell the story of the voyage. This time there was no monster. and erosion, and I don’t know what interesting things will happen during the journey.
Pushing open the door, walked into the study, opened the drawer, and with a look of joy on his face, Oscar stuffed the editor's letter into the drawer, where many identical letters had already been piled up.
I still remember Oscar's answer when Seleu asked him.
“I love these emotionally charged words.”
The background sound is Oscar's rampant laughter.
No one expected that after many years, the identity and status of the two would be reversed. Oscar looked like a villain, which made Seliu very helpless, but when he thought that he was an old guy, he just let him be happy. .
But this time Oscar's joy did not last long. He walked to his desk and opened the window facing him. The beautiful scenery outside the window was embedded in it like a flowing painting.
Oscar was silent for a while, then picked up a diary and started writing casually.
"To be honest, I don't really like keeping diaries. As an author, my job is to write every day. I finally have a vacation, but I still have to write. It's too annoying no matter how I think about it.
But those doctors also said that people like me who are contaminated with darkness should develop the habit of keeping a diary, because no one knows how many memories in my mind will be connected with the cessation of darkness. Forgotten together. "
Oscar wrote this and tried to recall the past. It was not clear whether it was because he was too old or because he drank too much last night. He just felt a headache and had to give up.
"This can be considered a gentle curse, just like dying in one's sleep. No one knows what they have forgotten.
So why not write about the current situation? So much time has passed in a flash.
First of all, the world war is over. Before the war develops beyond control, the founders of the country come forward to mediate and temporarily extinguish the wildfire through some messy division of interests. These real people in power control the world like chess pieces. Towards the end, what we have to do now is to rely on time to ease all this.
After getting rid of the curse of knowledge, steam technology began to expand crazily to other countries. Of course, this was also for the armistice, and the benefits paid were cut, and the technology of the entire world was moving forward.
Inlvig did not stand still. Not long ago, Merlin retired, and Nicholas succeeded him as the new chief technical officer of the Perpetual Pump. At present, they are planning to make the entire old Dunling fully afloat within a few years. Entering the electrical age, and using it as a hub to expand outward. "
Oscar continued to reminisce. For people of his age, recollection was a difficult task.
"Retiring with Merlin was Arthur. He gave up his position to Shrike. According to the normal promotion process, Shrike would not be able to reach this position at this age anyway, but because of the war purification agency, too many losses were lost. With so many elites and the transformation of the purification agency, Shrike was promoted inexplicably.
Now the headquarters of the Purification Agency is no longer the old Dunling, but the Navigation Dawn. This time they are directly responsible for the builders of the country, cruising between the countries, continuing to search for potential demons that have not yet died, and will the remaining The darkness is completely dispelled, and the stability of the world is guarded.
Eve was among them. As Shrike was promoted, she was also promoted. Coupled with the lack of manpower, guys with resumes like Eve were considered veterans, so she became the new generation of the purge agency. Knight Commander... I hope she can work hard.
Everyone else did not change much and continued their work and life. It seemed that only Kestrel retired. He ran to the countryside and worked in an orphanage. Because he did a good job, he became an orphan in just half a year. Dean.
I heard from Kestrel that he still keeps in touch with Haybold through letters, and seems to have fallen in love recently. He is a nurse at the orphanage, but it has been more than half a year, and he has not yet pursued her..."
Oscar stopped when he was writing this. He was silent, angry and threw the pen and cursed. After a while, he finally recovered and lowered his body to pick up the pen.
"Does this person really have such shitty luck? Look at other people, it seems like this shit has the best life."
After finishing writing, Oscar added a few more sentences.
"Lorenzo often visited there before he left. I remember Seleu said that Lorenzo's landlord lived there for his retirement. I don't know why. She also said that Lorenzo hesitated for a long time before he plucked up the courage to go... ... just to see an old lady, can she still eat Lorenzo?"
Oscar couldn't figure it out.
"Hercule is also an idler. I don't know what happened recently. He suddenly worried about Poirot's death and insisted on leaving a descendant for Poirot. He also started breeding chinchillas. As a result, they bred more. He drove After entering the pet shop, this big rat is now considered the most popular pet in Old Dunling, and everyone wants to keep one.
This can be considered... children and grandchildren all over the world? "
Oscar was also a little eager to move, thinking about whether to cheat one from Hercule and bring it back to raise.
"Sa Liangxi and Shao Liangye also left. After the God's Birthday, they returned to Jiuxia to bring back the good news of the end of darkness. Now they have become... similar to ambassadors, responsible for the connection between the East and the West. Bringing a divided world back together.
Ah...Jiuxia, it sounds quite far away. If I were a few years younger, I would really like to visit that unknown land.
After the war, the Evangelical Church was hit hard, and the remnants of the Demon Hunting Order became mortals. With the expansion of new technologies, their faith continued to decline. Now they all huddled in their hometowns, completely giving up on the world. The struggle for power.
The history of the evangelical church is over.
However, they now have new functions. Under the control of the nation builders, they continue to monitor..."
Oscar stopped when he wrote this. His expression was a little confused, as if he had forgotten something. No matter how much he thought about it, he could not think of the full picture of the thing, and even the name was difficult to remember.
"What are they watching?"
He was confused, but fortunately Oscar had always been big-hearted, so he smiled and simply put this thing behind him.
"But, faith is really strange. The history of the Evangelical Church ended, but another force appeared. The Orthodox Church that sprouted in Nalo, Gaul, actually spread. What's even more strange is that their Protestantism Zong is a woman, and she is still spreading the theory of the devil saving the world, which sounds quite strange.
And then...and then what else? "
Oscar looked out the window, searching for his memories, but it was like looking into muddy water, only an unknowable chaos remained.
Ignorance can make people's lives simpler, but sometimes when looking back on the past, Oscar can't help but feel a little panic when he thinks of that kind of blankness.
The lifespan of human beings is short, and as they forget and die, no one will really remember everything about darkness and glory.
Although it should also be forgotten, every time he thinks about it, Oscar feels a little unbearable, and can't bear for such a sacrifice to disappear like this in the years.
"Maybe... maybe there are some things that only I can do."
He wrote this in his diary, then took out the editor's letter and was silent for a long time.
In fact, in many cases, it's not that he doesn't want to continue writing, but that its story is over, or the story of Lorenzo Holmes is over, and the "Demon Hunting and Demon Slaying" based on him is also not available. Know how to continue editing.
That's right, this casually written book unexpectedly became an inexplicable best-seller, which made Oscar a little confused. Lorenzo would often come over to take care of him and ask for his share of the royalties.
"Then...I thought maybe I could record it all in another way."
Oscar muttered under his breath and tentatively wrote on the paper.
"For example, write other people's stories in, or even write from the beginning, the beginning of it all, like a prequel to a story."
Maybe he really couldn't bear the demise of it all, or maybe Oscar was really free. He wrote very fast, and his clumsy and rusty brain rarely had an idea. Many ideas flashed in his mind, and he quickly weaved a story. Continuing story.
He wrote on paper.
"In Erweg 925..."
It was a long and eloquent piece. Oscar read it several times, and then praised himself as a man whose sword is still young and should leave his name in literary history and other random compliments.
But after writing for a while, he suddenly realized that he had not named this new chapter yet. After all, the story of "Demon Hunting and Slaying" was over, and this would be a new story.
He thought, looking out the window, vaguely imagining such a scene.
Many years ago, a stranger came here. He was born in that burning night, with a dark past. He was in a mess and withered, like a burnt firewood. He stubbornly held a warm, blood-stained hand in his hand. Chester, knocking on the door of Old Dunling.
Oscar thought he had thought of the title of the new book, and he wrote on the paper...
The study room was silent, only the rustling sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper was left, which came out of the window and gradually rose with the breeze.
The distant place responded to the loud sound of the whistle, and the train rushed on the railway track to greet the travelers returning from the north.
(End of this chapter)