Longmen Memoirs

"Okay, okay, you still don't believe it, you don't believe it, you don't believe it, you don't believe it, you make it difficult for me, miss."

He spread his hands with a look of helplessness on his face.

"You like lying very much?" Texas suddenly asked: "You said yesterday that you told a lot of lies."

"It's inevitable to be like this when you go out. Miss, you can't expect everyone to tell you the truth every time you meet outside. Everyone is not a relative, so you have to be careful."

"So, how do you think about whether to go to Longmen?"

"What should I do when I get there?"

"You can think about what you want to do. You are too old to be able to support yourself, but I remind you that you still have to pay back the money you owe me." Snake said: "Don't think I'm stingy. After all, it’s a dozen gold coins, and saving one can last a long time.”

"..."

The good impression and curiosity that Texas had just aroused towards him finally disappeared under his words.

Snake is a stingy, mean and strange person.

His origins were bizarre. He seemed to suddenly appear in Syracuse, alone. He said he was a businessman, but he basically never did anything a businessman would do, and he never sold or smuggled anything.

Occasionally he would say something incomprehensible, and he especially liked to brag, which is a common problem among gang members, but occasionally he would tell some stories that were unlike anything Texas had ever heard. story.

He seemed to know a lot of things, such as the myths and monsters of the Eastern Kingdom. He said that those things that used similar Source Stone techniques and spells were sorcery. He said that he was actually a monster.

Wolf demon, or dog demon.

Perhaps because he is from Yan country, Texas has never been to that country.

But Snake is special, cautious, and attentive, even though he is also wordy, stingy, and stingy.

Chapter 3 The wheels of history have all been removed for you

After becoming a Texan after the bar mitzvah, I thought about what I could do for my family, what the family wanted from me, the family's honor, missions, family prosperity, and enemies.

What is left of me after I leave my family?

Am I Texas, or am I Texas because I am Texas.

I never thought about what my future would be like.

April 6

Something that might be called embarrassing happened today.

Snake lifted Texas from the bed, and his hands passed through the girl's calves and back. After the thin blanket slipped, the girl's upper body was wrapped in bandages, and her lower body could only be said to be very cool.

Texas did not react as violently as expected from an ordinary woman. Rather, her reaction was too cold.

It's not that she doesn't understand this. Few women who grew up in an environment like Syracuse don't understand this.

She just didn't care, it didn't matter.

That look represented what she was thinking.

"how?"

Texas raised her head in confusion and asked. Her arms were wrapped around the snake's neck. The girl had a conspicuous black tattoo on her right arm. Even though it was an intimate gesture, her eyes were nothing but plain. emotions emerge.

It was as if the person she was holding was not a living person, let alone a male.

"I was wondering if I should buy you some clothes." Snake turned around, hugged Texas and walked toward the door: "I threw away your white suit. It was covered with blood and was rotten. Can not fit."

"Ah."

"I'll pay it to you. Let's decide first what style you want. Don't make it too expensive."

"I don't ask for anything."

"Then a girl like you must be very easy to support." Snake said.

The premise is that people who hold this idea must be prepared to die for it. To a certain extent, a girl who is easy to support only refers to the girl herself.

There are many scars on her body, which seem to silently prove to those who see these scars that she has had an extraordinary past and experience.

There was a muddy off-road vehicle parked outside, and Snake walked to the back seat of the vehicle.

"Excuse me," he said.

Texas opened the car door with his hands, and Snake put her in the trunk. He closed the door, came to the back, and opened the trunk door. Texas tilted his head and saw what he was rummaging for.

A set of clothes was draped over the car seat from behind.

"My clothes may be a little bigger, so I'll make do with them. I'll prepare clothes for you after I leave the nearby area of ​​influence. Alas, I didn't think of this when I entered the city. It's not because I'm not sure whether you will leave. Want to save some money.”

"Is this a joke? It's so cold." Texas replied coldly.

"..."

The snake's rummaging movement stopped.

His voice came back.

"You can't use your Originium sword hilt for the time being, right?"

"Huh? Well, for now."

There was an Originium sword hilt placed in the trunk, which she had held in her hand the day she met Texas.

"Now that I think about it, it took me a lot of effort to get it off your hands." Snake sighed and closed the trunk.

He got into the car and started the engine, shaking off the fallen leaves falling on the car.

"I asked about nearby settlements, and the nearest town is more than 100 miles away from us."

"Taranto, that is the territory of the Trin family."

"Oh? You are very familiar with it."

"Where I've been."

"Then it looks like we don't need a map with you here." He put down the unfolded map in his hand: "I heard before that there is a village west of Syracuse that is often haunted?"

"I don't know."

"It's a pity, I still want to go and see it."

In the rearview mirror, Texas had already put on the inch-shirt. The inch-shirt was a bit too big and hung loosely on the girl. The ears on the top of her head that were the same color as her hair were slightly lying down, and some of the cuffs were rolled up, so that she could There are traces of bandages on the outside of the shirt, but it doesn't look wide at all in some places.

"Where are you looking?" Texas suddenly asked, her eyes facing the snake in the rearview mirror.

The snake looked away calmly.

"What did you say?" He didn't seem to understand.

"I saw."

"...Actually, I've seen everything that should be seen and shouldn't be seen. It's...not a big deal, right?" He asked tentatively, but Texas did not answer with a gloomy face.

The girl leaned against the car door and looked at the scenery passing by the window.

She now begins to hesitate and scrutinize her decision to go with this man named Snake.

She lowered her head slightly and looked at the injuries on her body, wondering what she was thinking.

Snake raised his hand and put the record into the car stereo.

Texas heard that song again.

"I lit that candle at night."

"Traveler, have you found the direction of home?"

"The wind and snow covered the road to our reunion."

"When can I see you again..."

"Can we see each other again... When the wind and snow dissipate, and when the winter feathers crow, will spring come again?"

"Yeah, you always say that."

"You said we would meet soon."

"I have been waiting for you for several years, how long will I wait for you, until the years have filled my face with wrinkles, and until I have become old."

"At that time, I no longer wanted to see you."

"I no longer want you to see me aging."

"Because I still love you, the way I was in your memory when we parted. Youth is gone forever, but I still love you, even though we have left irreparable regrets for each other."

"..."

So that’s what it was sung at the end, Texas thought.

"What's the name of this song?" she suddenly asked softly.

"I don't know. I left it in the car when I bought it. It must have been something I forgot to take away." Snake replied, and then added: "But I quite like it."

Texas' cold expression softened slightly.

"It's good."

"Do you think so too?"

"Ah."

"By the way, can you drive?"

"Learn."

"That's it." Snake said: "When you recover from your injury, you can take over driving for me. Thinking about it this way, it's not a loss to save you. At least you have to let me drive all the way from Syracuse to Longmen. It doesn’t feel good.”

"If you don't want to, why don't you go back with the caravan."

"There are many reasons, you want to hear that one?"

"It will be all right."

Texas rarely clings to these.

Snake thought for a while: "Because someone is chasing me. If I go with the caravan, I will be easily exposed and may implicate others."

He said and glanced up in the rearview mirror.

"...When I think about it, we are actually the same, and we all feel uneasy."

"and also……"

"Also, I want to go to Ursus to find someone on the way back. It will be very troublesome if I follow the caravan." He said, then tilted his head slightly and asked: "Do you think it will be that one?"

"You know better than me." Texas replied coldly.

This answer is so perfect that there is no excuse for being picky.

She looked back.

"Has anyone ever told you that you have no sense of humor? That's what everyone in your profession here in Syracuse does?"

"From what I've heard, most people are serious."

"That must be pretty boring."

"No one laughs while killing people." She said, as if she suddenly thought of something, she pursed her lips.

She didn't want to see that person again.

"What does the person you're looking for do?" Texas asked casually.

"What is she doing? To be honest, I don't know what she is doing now. It must be something she wants to do. We haven't seen each other for more than ten years. I only have her name."

"You still need to find him."

"I will still look for her, even if only one name remains."

"..."

Texas was silent for a moment.

"Then he must be very important to you."