Tomorrow's Ark is too real

Chapter 1234 If You Can
Royal Academy, a classroom of the Originium subject.

The teacher drew a fairly standard map of the Terra world with chalk on the blackboard.

"Students, let's learn about the origin of Originium technology today. Do you know who is the first person in the world to discover Originium energy?"

A girl below raised her hand.

"Master, is that Mr. Chefuger?"

The teacher shook his head.

"No, Mr. Chevger is the first person in the world to pioneer the processing technology of finished origin stones, but he is not the first person to discover the energy of origin stones."

The students below were all very curious.

"Teacher, who is this person?"

The teacher turned around and wrote a name on the blackboard, Tulerman.

"According to the verifiable history, Mr. Tullerman discovered the energy in the Origin Stone about 600 years ago, but he is not a geologist or a scientist, he is just a shepherd."

"Teacher, how did Tuleman discover the energy of the Origin Stone?"

"According to his own account, this incident was told to him by a stranger."

"stranger?"

The teacher said that when Tuleman entered his old age, he told his descendants all the events of that year.

All his life he had searched for the stranger, but had not found it.

When his grandson asked what the man looked like, his answer was yes.

[The man looks very young, he has no racial characteristics on his body, and at the same time, he only has one eye that can be used, and for some reason, he lost his right eye forever. 】

Tulerman's description was later also confirmed by Chefuger. Chefuger said that Tulerman had mentioned to him the stranger who lost his right eye more than once.

It's just that in the development of the country, this kind of ethereal truth is not needed.

The shepherd Tuleman is defined as the first person in the world to discover the energy of the origin stone.

Chevger is defined as the father of the finished Originium.

As for the stranger who lost his right eye, he disappeared into the long river of history like a gust of wind.

Year 1093 of the Terran calendar.

The black wings thrived and turned into a tree big enough to cover the entire Victorian night.

Together with the Glasgow Gang in the north, Xia Feng and Wei Na easily ruled the underground structure of this country.

However, the sprout of darkness has already begun to take shape.

Londinium, Verin stopped Xia Feng who voluntarily gave up her noble status and decided to return to the south.

On the city walls at night.

Even though there were dozens of elites of the Royal Knights standing beside him, including the Imperial Sword Taireg, Xia Feng didn't have any precautions.

Because he couldn't feel any killing intent from Verin at this moment.

Yes, it's just a kind of loneliness that no one can understand, and a confusion that I don't want outsiders to see through.

"Xia Feng, you know, I like this place."

"The city wall?"

"kindness."

Walking out of the shelter from the wind, Verin put her hands lightly on the stone bricks covered with traces of time.

"In today's era, with the technology of moving cities and the efficient operation of the army, the significance of the existence of the city wall has been diluted, and it can even be demolished long ago."

"Then why not tear it down."

"I said it because I like it here."

Verin gently stroked the cold stone bricks.

"Do you know who built this city wall? That's right, it is the ancestor of my royal family, and the first king who conquered this land."

Verin had spoken to him a lot, even more than the sum of his conversations since he first met Verin.

The wind is getting stronger and stronger, and the snowflakes floating in the air are gradually getting denser.

Xia Feng listened quietly to Verin's story about the city wall. For some reason, he seemed to see a heart that longed to live.

"Why, Verin?"

At this moment, Verin's eyes staring at the night sky became more and more confused, but in the confusion, there was a trace of tired firmness mixed in.

"Yeah, why?"

Verin did not tell him the so-called "truth".

She had no intention of explaining, and Xia Feng didn't ask further questions.

There was only one thing he needed to confirm with Verin.

"Verin, do you want to protect this country?"

"of course."

"Also guarding your people?"

"The people are the foundation of the country, and without the people, the country ceases to exist."

Under the night sky, above the city wall, Xia Feng asked the last question.

"The people in your heart, including the infected?"

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew past the city wall, and the overcoat on Verin's shoulders was blown up by the gust of wind, and her golden hair was also scattered in all directions.

The wind was loud, and Xia Feng saw Verin's lips move slightly. Although it was vague, he did hear Verin's answer.

"I'd like to include it if I can."

The difference in positions has already determined that their future paths will diverge.

But at least now, they can still chat face to face, of course, only now, at this moment, only at this point in time, on this city wall under the night sky.

Stretching out his hand, Xia Feng caught Verin's coat that was blown off by the wind.

Under the watchful eyes of dozens of Royal Knights, Xia Feng walked slowly to Verin and helped her put the coat on her shoulders again.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"Are you going back south?"

"Yes."

"You will come back."

"of course."

A strange look flashed in Verin's eyes, she closed her eyes gently, and raised the corners of her mouth.

"Is it because of her, my sister?"

Seeing that Xia Feng didn't answer, she tightened the coat on her shoulders, Wei Lin sniffed, and then breathed a sigh of relief pretending to be relaxed.

I don't know if it was because of the cold, the circles of her eyes were a little red.

"Okay, let's not talk about this, Xia Feng, do you want to have a drink together? It's a farewell wine to you."

"My pleasure."

Abandoning his position in the Supervisory Office and his status as a nobleman, Xia Feng returned to the south.

A few days later, a natural disaster struck Notting City, and Xia Feng, who was in a hurry for this, experienced another assassination by an assassin from the Eastern Kingdom in a barbecue restaurant.

The morning of that day.

Xia Feng just received a text message from Wei Na, and he hasn't had time to read it yet.

At this time, a stumbling figure rushed into the lobby of the barbecue restaurant from outside the door.

Meisha was wearing a military uniform, and ran to Xia Feng in a panic.

"Summer wind, summer wind, summer wind."

Xia Feng still held the mobile phone stuck on the text message page in his hand, seeing Meisha's appearance at the moment, an ominous premonition rose from his heart.

"Mesha, what's wrong?"

"General. General him."

"What happened to General Gleason?"

Because of the intense running, Meisha's voice was out of breath.

"I just received news that the general was assassinated in Yehua City last night."

Hearing these words, Xia Feng's heart felt like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, a numbness spread from his toes all over his body, and his palms softened.

"How is the general?"

After taking a few breaths, Meisha's voice finally became normal.

"Because the quality of the guards is excellent, the general only suffered some minor injuries, and he is not serious."

The dark age of Victoria broke out, and the empire issued an order to exterminate the infected. So far, the south and the north have been divided into opposing battlefields.

Fortunately, the two old generals with the world in their hearts knew how to distinguish right from wrong, and immediately organized a line of defense. They were respectively.

General Ormon, Commander-in-Chief of the Southern Military Region, and General Gleason, Commander-in-Chief of the Frontier Military Region.

(End of this chapter)