Longmen Memoirs

"It is true that I am the owner of this castle, but in Victoria, we are all guests. I just came a little earlier than you. Mr. Guinevere, let's call you Guinevere." He lifted his steps and walked to Chen Mo's side.

"Are you interested in antiques?"

"A little bit, I will be a little curious about strange things."

"It's not a good thing to be too curious." The Earl nodded slightly. He didn't look at me, but looked at the glass cabinet in front of him.

"What do you mean?"

"There is a saying, I don't know if you have heard of it. When a famous person dies, he is called a celebrity. His words and deeds will be recorded by others, and the items he used are called antiques, that is, It has been given value." The count looked at the long knife placed in the glass.

"Perhaps one day after I die, the used items will be placed in it."

"That's a good thing too."

"Yes, but I don't seem to have done anything worthy of being remembered in my life. It's just because of the identity I was born with."

"You don't want that?"

"Whether I want it or not, it's not my choice."

Chen Mo suddenly remembered what Wei Yanwu once said. Many times, it is not whether we are willing or not that determines whether we can do this. Identity is not something we can choose, and similarly, it is not something you can abandon at will.

"..."

Chen Mo almost thought that the count already knew the secret hidden in him, but he remembered that this sentence should refer to Wei Na.

"You seem to understand, that's good."

The earl nodded slightly, as if he was satisfied with Chen's current performance.

"Since she hasn't mentioned anything about you to me, I shouldn't go overboard. But as an old man who is dying, he will inevitably do some unruly things. Please don't be offended."

"You're worrying too much."

"Where are you from?"

"...Kazdel." Chen Mo replied.

The count's eyes rested on him for a moment.

"But you're not a Sarkarz?"

"I used to live in Longmen. To be precise, I am a native of Longmen and later moved to Colombia."

Chen Mo said frankly, with no fear of being exposed on his face. The spoken language he used to talk to the old man was indeed Colombian, which was similar to Victoria but still somewhat different.

"Dragon Gate~" The count raised his head slightly and sighed: "Who is the current owner of that city... Wei Yanwu?"

"It's him, you know him."

"I can't say we are acquaintances. We have met him a few times before. It has been many years. I think there are not many people in Victoria who don't remember this Wei's name."

The earl didn't say more, but Chen Mo vaguely felt that the meaning behind his words was not that simple. He thought of Drake's story. He wanted to ask more, but he didn't know how to bring up this topic, and the old man must have I won't tell him easily.

The city of Longmen originally came from Victoria and Yan Kingdom, and the shadow of Victoria still remains in Longmen today.Victoria's influence on Longmen has dimmed a lot.

"How is Longmen now?"

"It's changed a lot, I've been gone for a long time."

"Ever gone back?"

"Yes."

"Why don't you stay in Longmen?"

"I don't want to anymore," Chen Mo said, "Longmen used to be my home, but that was a long time ago."

Conversations between smart people are always so cryptic and implicit, because once people grow up, they are no longer simple, and sometimes they need to take into account the other person's thoughts.

There is no one in Longmen who is worthy of Chen Mo's waiting. The only person in this foreign city is Chen Mo, who has reunited with her and has given up his last thoughts.

When he was a child, he looked at the construction site of the new city over there, and occasionally fantasized that when he grew up, he could walk into its high-rise buildings, integrate into it, and become a part of it. Only when he grew up did he understand, Fantasy is still fantasy.

"I see."

"What did I think of when you said the name Guinevere just now?"

The old man was a little surprised. He was not dissatisfied with Chen Mo's change of topic. Instead, he smiled and said:

"The child sometimes does such willful things, which is beyond my expectation. It seems that she is having a good time at your place, Mr. Guinevere."

"I'm just lucky."

"Maybe luck is part of it, but even so, there are not many people she can admit as friends." The count said seriously.

"My pleasure."

He told Chen Moguinevere who he was, rather called Guinevere, a person from long ago, a child, a woman, and a playmate who lived here more than ten years ago. After Aslan's tragedy, Vina was also fostered here.

Chen Mocai suddenly understood why Wei Na suddenly mentioned this name. It was not that it suddenly came to his mind, but that he had never forgotten it.

"Where is she now?"

"No more, she always remembers an assassination."

The old man is the last surviving descendant of the Cornish family. He has no descendants. In other words, the history of the Cornish family has come to an end by his generation.

And this kind of person naturally does not yearn for power and struggle.

Perhaps, this is also where he deserves Wei Na's trust, or perhaps there are other reasons. At least Chen Mo has been able to let down his guard a little, and he is willing to say this to himself, perhaps for this purpose.

The old man in front of us may be the elder that Weina recognizes in her heart. [{-

Victoria hid many things that Chen Mo didn't understand, and when Chen Mo chose to accept Wei Na, it was destined that one day he would understand these things and understand certain truths, just like when Wei Yanwu laid out in front of him in the orphanage The two choices, just now, are my own choices.

In fact, there is no difference. If people want to move forward, they always have to hold on to something. The further they go, the more they know, and the heavier they become on their shoulders.

But if we want to stop, as he said, it is no longer our choice.

He and the old man talked about many things, but most of them were casual chats. Chen Mo did not mention his encounter with Wei Na to him, nor did he explain his purpose to the old man, but the old man should already know it very well.

There is a war going on in Kazdare, the system of three powers has long existed in name only, and the throne of Londinium has been high for a long time.

Drak was confirmed to be dead, Aslan suffered setbacks, the remnants of Drak were ready to make a move, the unicorns who benefited monopolized the power but were indifferent, and the great land of Victoria was facing the shadow of division.

Old age does not mean ignorance, and youth does not mean intelligence. The man in front of Chen Mo just looks old, but time has not only given him such a face, he has also gained wisdom and knowledge.

But when Wei Na chose to bring Chen Mo here, those things were no longer worth worrying about, because the people who should worry about it had already made a choice, and they had no choice but to follow this choice.

But the old man is still a little different, or as he said, out of the selfishness of an old man or a person who is about to die, he will inevitably talk too much.

"Have you already had contact with those people in Xiacheng District?" the old man suddenly asked.

"You arranged it."

"No, or rather, it's not just me, someone has prepared it for her. I'm just one of them. They are safe. This is the only thing I can do for her." The old man did not hide it and sighed softly: "They have People still hope that she can reach that position and pour their hopes into her. Maybe they will be interested in your arrival."

"……and you?"

"I just hope that Wei Na can live the way she wants to live, and I hope she can find what she wants." He said with a chuckle: "But those things that are destined at birth must not be so easy to get rid of. She is a good child, but sometimes she is overwhelmed by what has happened to her and wants to escape."

"You just trust me so much?" Chen Mo couldn't help but ask: "You know I'm from Kazdale, so you can rest assured to let me take her away. As you said, Earl, if she goes to Kazdale, Aslan and you people must also make a choice."

"If you can do it, Mr. Gurney, Vina is willing to leave with you. This is her own choice. No matter what happens, she needs to bear it herself, good or bad. Since she has chosen Saka Now, it's all her decision." The count looked at Chen Mo with a smile.

"...Now I can confirm that you are indeed not a Sakaz. The Sakaz people are not as easy to talk to as you. In other words, you and the current Sakaz are not the same kind of people, right?"

"I serve the Tower of Babel and Theresia." Chen Mo said.

"Theresa, no one has mentioned this name for a long time. The monarch of Sakaz, the king who was kicked out of the royal court." The count sighed. To a certain extent, Vina's situation was very similar. Theresia.

"If it were her, it might be different, but I don't know how that king would view her country and people. It's a pleasure chatting with you. I haven't spoken so much to anyone for a long time, but that's it. Let's do this, Mr. Gurney." The old man suddenly said: "I have to arrange the next thing, after all, no guests have come to this place for a long time."

He slightly apologized to Chen Mo, turned around, and walked a few meters away. Chen Mo looked at the old man's back. The old man seemed to have suddenly thought of something, stopped, and turned around with his cane.

"Mr. Gurney," the old man said, "With all due respect, I wonder if I can ask you a favor?"

What Chen Mo didn't know was that the old man actually thought about these words in his heart for a long time before deciding to say it. Just like the old man in front of Chen Mo, at that moment, he was not just a noble count, but a man with selfish motives. old man.

"Please tell me?"

"None of us know how the child will go in the future, but she will encounter many unimaginable difficulties on the way forward. She chose you. I don't know if you are worthy of her trust. By then, if If possible, please give her some help, at least... please don't give up on her."

"With all due respect, she is not one to let others down."

The Wei Na in Chen Mo's impression may be lazy, indifferent, or even lazy and indifferent, but she is not a person who will easily disappoint people. This is due to the feeling she gave him when Chen Mo first met her. , but maybe it's just an illusion.

"Of course, if the time comes, I will."

Chen Mo's promise was exactly the same as when he took Vina back to Londinium a few years later. He never promised anything easily.

"Many thanks."

The old man bowed slightly to Chen Mo, an 'ordinary man', just like when he faced Wei Na, but his slightly rickety back was straighter and straighter than anyone Chen Mo had ever seen.

In response to requests and expectations from a "father's relative", Chen Mo met Wei Na's parents that day.

Chapter 49 Guinevere

Gurney, Guinevere

It seems to be a joke played by fate.

Wei Na quietly walked through the flowers in the backyard of the mansion and opened the door of the conservatory. The small log table in the center could be seen that it was often taken care of, so there was no dust left.

She sat in front of the wooden table, her fingers gently brushing the table, and her memory seemed to go back to many years ago.

There had just been a coup in the palace, and there had been noisy all day long. Aslan and everyone were in danger. Victoria's monarch had just been executed. She was taken out of the palace, and the beautiful woman entrusted her to the current Earl of Cornwall. .

She was still young at that time, and it rained heavily that day. In the dark and deep night, she no longer heard the song her mother hummed softly, and the palace's tall and deep walls were exposed in the flash of lightning and thunder.

At that time Cornwall was not as old as he is now, and his waist was not as stooped as he is now.

It's been many years in a blink of an eye.

Now the little maid standing at the door when she first arrived has become a vague shadow in her memory.

"Just call me Guinevere, mademoiselle."

She was always dignified and polite, and Veena learned etiquette from her.

Vina still vaguely remembered those years. She held Cornwall's hand tightly and was fostered in this strange mansion, calling herself Guinevere's sister.

Vina does not understand politics, but from a very young age, the story of Drak has been passed down in the family. Drak and Aslan jointly govern this huge country.

Bloodshed, sacrifice, conspiracy, political struggle, she has not experienced these yet.

She grew up in the mansion and protection of Cornwall. Her childhood was not that lonely. She just suddenly thought of leaving the city where she had lived for many years. Maybe from now on, she would never be able to return.

She has a nostalgia for this country, or this land, just because she doesn't know where she will stay after leaving here.

Wei Na's sudden appearance was not unexpected. She still looked the same, with a lollipop in her mouth, looking like she was idle.

"Is it done?"

"Ah, yes, it took me a while and I waited for a long time." She said this, but there was no trace of guilt on her face. She asked again: "I saw you were in a daze just now. What were you thinking about?"

She saw Chen Mo from a distance, but he kept looking at the mural and didn't even hear her footsteps approaching. She stood behind Chen Mo for a few seconds before she said those words.

"...I met the old count, and he talked to me about some things, some...things about you." Chen Mo said.

"so."

"Don't you want to continue asking?" In Wei Na's eyes, Chen Mo continued: "I told him that I came from Kazdale. There is a war in Kazdale, and our opponents have some connections with Victoria. Let us investigate before coming. To overcome the current situation in Londinium, my target is you, and my mission is to use you to get involved with the Aslan faction in Londinium."

Chen Mo said that he did not hide it anymore.

"I'm very sorry……"

"You don't have to tell me."

Vina turned her head hesitantly.

"Even if I don't say it, you can guess it, right?"

"why?"

"The old count said he hoped you could live the life you wanted, but he also knew it would be difficult."

"Aren't you afraid that I won't go with you?"

"Before coming here, I might have had this idea."