Overturned Tower

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—If only I could be a little stupid, a little dull.

At that moment, the inferior had hoped so.

If he couldn't capture the loneliness and helplessness that he couldn't ignore from the crying of the girl named "Cammarse"; if he didn't realize clearly, the girl in front of him and If that man is two completely different people

Now he can be free.

He could just as well regard the girl in front of him as "Kamalse", laugh at Kamalse's current situation at will, and celebrate the death of his former enemy. He can even grab the other person by the neck, or pin him to the bed.

In that way, the mood of the inferior will be extremely carefree. That will be the great revenge that he has endured for more than 20 years, and the meaning of his life will be complete... He will no longer be the inferior, and he will no longer need to be the inferior.

He would no longer bear the accursed dirty name, he would no longer be the son of Camalthyr. After twenty-eight years, he was finally able to live only as himself...

—if he could ignore the girl's sorrow and pain.

But the bad ones can't do it.

Inexplicably trapped in the prescribed "destiny", forced to have relatives that he would rather never have had, looked up and had no friends at all, and was an outsider in any circle. The underdogs are in the same situation.

Rather than saying that she was the retribution of "Kamalse's own fault", it would be better to say that she was persecuted by the real Kamalse just like herself.

They are of the same kind.

In this world, there may be only one of his kind.

But acknowledging the existence of the other party also means that the inferior has accepted another thing.

That was in this life, and he would never have the chance to take revenge on that man. He chanted the curse again and again in his heart, and finally hoarded it in the childhood that he didn't want to return to.

The poor one withdrew his gaze from the window, lowered his head slightly, and looked at the girl's face seriously for the first time. As his own kind, he must at least remember the other person's face—although his memory is not bad, he never remembers the faces of those unimportant people.

Because he has torn too many people apart.

I don't know how many people have burst into blood mist and burst blood vessels in front of him. That's not a very good death.

If the memory is too good, either it will degenerate into a devil who ignores human life, or it will fall into a nightmare when it dreams back at midnight.

The bad ones don't want to hurt others, nor do they want to wrong themselves. So he chooses to forget.

As he lowered his head, the huge antlers cast thick shadows like thorns. The faint crimson light in the room is like the intoxicating light seen through the red wine. Because of this, the girl's face was slightly flushed. Of course, it may also be because of crying and being burned red by her own tears.

"Take it."

The inferior hesitated for a moment, but still did not hand back the handkerchief that had wiped his mouth. Even if it's a self-cleaning handkerchief, you don't have to worry about getting dirty. Can

He will also have the feeling of an indirect kiss.

So he folded the handkerchief and put it on his own pillow, and took the silk pillowcase from the other pillow and gave it to the girl.

Camalther II reached out and took the pillowcase. She was originally sitting on the edge of the bed, crying in the arms of the inferior, and the inferior just turned over and sat up from the bed.

If she had to turn around to face the inferior, she would twist her waist and feel a little uncomfortable.

So she simply kicked off her boots, then rolled onto the bed and sat face to face with the inferior.

Then, she wiped her face with a pillow towel. There is no trace of makeup, just plain makeup can be called amazing beauty, which is one of the reasons why she was chosen by the name-calling elf.

"…I feel better."

As she spoke, she raised her face and tried her best to show a cheerful smile: "Thank you."

Because she was a little afraid of the huge antlers of the inferior, she shrank her neck back slightly when she was speaking.

It wasn't until this moment that the inferior saw and remembered the girl's face clearly for the first time.

- At that moment, he realized where the familiarity came from. That delicate and delicate appearance is closer to the "cute" style than beauty or maturity. The gentle eyebrows and eyes are as clear as black gemstones soaked in water.

Almost identical to his own mother.

Objectively speaking, she is even more beautiful than her mother.

Because of her youthful appearance, she was almost thirty years old when her mother passed away. Pregnancy made her cheeks slightly fatter, and life in captivity made her skin less soft and fair. But that's really the same style type.

It's the kind of look that a bad guy can't beat a killer no matter what.

So the underdogs immediately understood—this was also the backhand of Kamalthe's plan.

If it wasn't Russell who killed him, but himself, then he might **** the body of the girl in front of him and come to him with his signature cold and devilish smile.

Fortunately, it was Russell who broke the infinite loop of fate for himself.

He was able to escape from this fear and this innocent girl was able to preserve her independent personality. Not to be sacrificed as a consumable from the struggle between the inferior and his father.

Just looking at her face and meeting her eyes, the inferior feels that his eyes cannot leave her.

"What's your name?"

The poor one asked suddenly.

The girl felt a little confused for a moment.

She hesitated for a moment: "I am... Camarthe?"

"I mean, your original name"

The inferior asked earnestly, "Not as Kamalthe. But as yourself, what is your name?"

"That name is meaningless."

The girl with long black hair was a little disappointed: "After bearing the name of Kamalthe, my original life has ended. No one will call that name anymore, and my former family and friends have left me. Go...even if I'm not quite the Camalthe, I'm not the same as I used to be."

"—No. Meaningful."

The inferior said in a deep voice: "A name, as long as someone calls it, has meaning.

"I don't want to be called Kamalthe. It always reminds me of that man, and I feel disgust and disgust just thinking about it. But I know that this is not your fault and you are also a victim.

"When I think of your name, if I have the slightest resentment in my heart, it is to vent my anger on you. But I really can't forget everything that happened in the past right away, so I plan to call you by another name.

"Whether it's your past name or not, please tell me another way to call you. If you don't want to reveal your past name, you can also choose a name here...or give me a code name, it doesn't matter."

The bad guy said seriously.

He is a very silent person. If he can do things, he will try not to talk. His anger was always pent up, his voice weighted by the silence. It is rare for a bad person to speak such a long paragraph in one breath, and even less likely to explain his motives to others.

He said so much now, simply because he didn't want girls to misunderstand his actions.

But listening to the bad guy's words, the girl opened her eyes slightly.

For a moment, it seemed that tears were dripping from his eyes.

She used to be a crybaby. But now she didn't wantonly cry on the inferior person again, even though she had taken off her shoes and went to bed, the inferior person would definitely lend her a hug tolerantly.

But she didn't do it. Because the knowledge and experience she has now can tell her that everything should be done in moderation... Don't ask for sympathy and care from others repeatedly.

So she just picked up the pillowcase and wiped her eyes. Then, holding the pillow towel, she lowered her head and fell into her own thoughts. The white silk blocked the lower half of her face, which made it easier for the poor to see her eyes.

sudden

Suddenly, he saw the girl's eyes suddenly lift up.

"Let's exchange."

She put down the pillow cover, raised her head and looked at the inferior: "I don't want to call you the inferior, or your name. Your real name is full of his malice towards you, and your code name is also derived from it. That is the name given to you to trample on your dignity, to let others curse you and curse you for granted. You also feel absurd about your own destiny, so you gave yourself such an ugly code name.

"You say that when you say 'Camalthe,' it reminds you of that name; and if I call you an inferior, it means that you, too, live in his shadow.

"So, do you have another name? If not, let's name each other.

"As a new family...a gift from the first meeting!"

I actually have another name.

The inferior thought.

He also wore a vest called "Silence" when he worked for "The Godfather" downtown. This is the name he specially uses to kill people. Although his newly acquired psychic power lacks too much aggressiveness, but if it is used for assassination, the threat has increased a lot—his original psychic power is too powerful, so that he can't Cannot be used normally.

And the new psionic ability that can eliminate all the sounds it makes, or completely isolate the sound in an area, combined with the spell that the deer head can teleport at will, makes "silence" a very threatening name.

In the past six months, those big figures who have done bad things are afraid of this name. Just like what he did half a year ago, when he had just become silent, when he was taken by the godfather to scare the "emperor". Just quietly placing the token in the blind spot of the opponent's field of vision - it can deter the opponent when the opponent turns his head back unconsciously.

On the contrary, it was the name "Bad One", which was only called by some of his past acquaintances. Although it originally carried a kind of self-deprecating self-deprecation, but now it has washed away this semantics.

But for some reason, the bad guy didn't want to tell the girl the name "Silence".

Not trying to hide my identity.....

But in his heart, he felt inexplicably impatient.

He remembered where the emotion came from—

When he first joined the Special Operations Department, the minister was not a delphinium.

Because the poor man had never written before, the old minister squatted beside him, held his hand with his big hands, and patiently taught him how to write his name stroke by stroke. At that time, seeing the beautiful and smooth cursive characters flowing from his pen, he also felt this kind of can't wait... like a new life.

If he didn't want to maintain his image, he even wanted to shake his legs excitedly.

But after calming down, he realized another problem——

—He didn't go to school.

His childhood entertainment was to slaughter demons, and when he was a little older, he went to the lower city with a gun to slaughter rioters. When he was older, after he learned to smoke, he began to smash their heads with a lighter. When he quenches the fire, he quenches the life-fire of his enemies.

In his life, he has not done anything extraordinary. Either kill people, or knock people out, or capture people alive.

He hasn't even read the book.

Because his heart can never calm down, it will always be restless and burning, which is completely opposite to his calm and cold face.

But at this time, the inferior regretted it for the first time...

He couldn't even think of a good name or code name.

He looked at the girl silently, almost as if he was angry. But he just felt embarrassed, opened his mouth and then closed it again.

The inferior one was a little worried, whether he would let the girl misunderstand his attitude. But what he didn't expect was that she knew himself better than himself.

"Can't remember?"

She caringly and softly said: "Then let me tell you first... How about the name I gave you?"

In memory, it is his father, who claims to be his mother, and who has been raped by that man since then

From the perspective of persecution, she is her own sister... The girl knows everything about the inferior man's life, and he understands everything about him better than he himself.

Seeing that the inferior still remained silent, she was not worried at all that the inferior was angry or unwilling.

So she thought for a while and gave a new name.

"It's called [Wolf Words]... how about it?

"You wanted 'Camalthy to hear your cry of rage. But he is no longer in this world. Your cry of despair is like that of a wolf on the steppe looking at the moon. Though you have never seen a wolf, I have never seen a grassland, but you are undoubtedly a lone wolf who strayed from the pack.

"Now that you have regained your voice, you have also lost your enemy. Wolves no longer need to howl in pain and anger. I hope you can regain your sanity, become a human, and speak human words. Even if you become physically Once you are a werewolf, you can never go back. But at least you have a human soul.”

She focused and said seriously: "This is my blessing to you..."

Presumably, the idea of ​​"renaming myself" was not born just now. She has long wanted to do this.

As a mother, give your son a name.

A name full of blessings, not curses. Use this as a compensation for his past life, even though this compensation itself is meaningless.

And the bad ones don't always matter.

Even if he is called a prostitute, an inferior, or a silent voice, he just accepts it calmly. In his life, there are many more painful experiences than this.

and…..

Wolf words, silence. Sounds like a good fit. Like a mirror image.

If mirrored...

"Just call Lothar."

The bad guy said suddenly.

"...Are you upside down?"

The girl immediately realized what the bad guy was thinking.

If CAMAYSAR is reversed, it is "RASYAMAC". The suffix sounds too much like a man, so only the first half is kept.

For those who don't have much culture ~www.readwn.com~ can firmly remember how to spell that man's name, it is already based on that hatred.

"Then in front of you, I will be called Lothar."

Lothar said with a smile: "It's our first meeting, Wolf Yan.

"...For the sake of our naming each other, can you call me mom?" Looking at the girl eagerly looking at her, her eyes were wet like a deer. The inferior turned his head awkwardly, and said in a low voice, "Let's talk about it later."

"Well...but I really want to hear it." The girl soon became lively again.

"…Mother."

"What did you say?"

"No, nothing."

"I heard you."

"You heard me wrong."

The inferior replied coldly.