Longmen Memoirs

Kelsey relaxed her vigilance towards him, so much so that she deliberately pretended to turn a blind eye when he approached Theresia. She believed that with Theresia's charm and friendliness, no one could remain indifferent after contact.

In fact, Kelsey's guess was completely correct, and things were moving forward according to her expected outcome. Whether from a rational or emotional perspective, Kelsey had a firm grasp on the direction of the incident.

She has always been so sure.

This plan should not and does not allow for any omissions.

……originally.

Maybe Kelsey didn't expect one of them, or maybe she guessed it but deliberately didn't take it to heart.

Theresia vetoed her proposal on the grounds that she could not accept the need to use other people's lives to live instead of her own.

What a naive and ridiculous idea, kindness...how kindness is worth life and death!

She doesn't know her own importance yet. Everything now, all the hard work for so long, everything, whether it's sacrifice, escape, trade-offs, wars, advantages... everything is based on the same premise:

"You have to live!"

“Not just alive in the original meaning of the word, but those who suffered for it, those who died, those who lived. The ideals you spoke to me, your hopes.

If you die, none of this will mean anything to me, do you understand? "

Kelsey was so angry when she faced Theresia for the first time.So that I can no longer maintain my composure.

The relationship inevitably turned into hysteria in the end.

They had a fierce argument, and it would be better to say that Kelsey showed her anger. She was like a mad lynx, baring her teeth and opening all the sharp claws in her body, trying to defend her territory.

Is Theresia an enemy?

No, she's a fool.

Theresia can accept the sacrifices caused by the war, and can also understand the suffering that must be endured for her ideals. She will feel remorse, and she will also feel guilty for the consequences of herself and the Tower of Babel.

She just couldn't accept that someone who had nothing to do with Kazdaele should pay the price for their actions, so she was forced to tie up a chariot and get involved in the war.

Even though Kelsey had already stated that he would pay accordingly.

But Theresa understands that some things can be repaid without just saying the price and paying them back, especially for something as nihilistic as love. Many people spend their whole lives and are unable to put a satisfactory conclusion on it until they die. period.

Theresia is very good at detecting other people's emotions.

He may not refuse, but not only because of the promise from Kelsey's mouth.

She looked at Kelsey as if she had seen through Kelsey's purpose during this period. Kelsey opened her mouth and fell silent. The sharp claws were defeated by Theresia's clear eyes, which made her uncomfortable, but Not willing to back down.

She was never stupid, she was just so gentle that people subconsciously ignored her thoughts and thought it was for her own good.

But feelings are bipolar. You have talked with someone you know, and you gradually become familiar with each other. Therefore, when his absence is insignificant to you, you will start to care, and you will be moved by his death. Sad, guilty, and miserable.

Even if he is a small and humble person.

You will condemn your shamelessness and despicability in the cold prison, denounce your cowardice, and begin to choose to forget. After crying bitterly, you will bear this unavoidable pain and experience, and then tell yourself that you must continue to live.

[Is that memorable for you? 】

[It feels like I killed another me with my own hands. 】

Theresia couldn't understand what it was like to kill another self. There was no sadness in Chen Mo's eyes or face. He just spoke calmly, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

【……Feel sorry】

【It has passed. 】

[But it did happen, didn’t it?Because you haven’t forgotten. 】

【I thought I forgot. 】

Kelsey would never forget that Theresa told herself that if her own death would make her sad, then his death would be the same for her.

It wasn't until that moment that Kelsey understood Theresia's thoughts. In fact, if she wanted to, she could keep him here.

She wanted to live, she had found a way, but she gave up.

Because she is Theresia, and because Kelsey knows that she is Theresia.

If possible, she certainly hoped that she could go on with them, but not in this way.

If you want to get something from someone, even if you are afraid of being rejected, it is better to clearly state the price than to be smart enough to establish contact with her/him before.

Kelsey finally half-agreed to Theresia's request. She did not refute, and Theresia did not give a strong order, but said she would consider it.

They have always been friends, not just superiors and subordinates, just like Chen and Xingxiong.

But everything has a bottom line after all, and this bottom line will last until the erosion of the Source Stone becomes more serious and they have to start the plan in advance.

That was a deal Kelsey made with him secretly without telling Theresa, and the price of this deal was more expensive than Kelsey imagined. It seemed expensive, but Kelsey found that she didn't The reason for refusal is that no one would be stupid enough to refuse a request that would be beneficial to them.

The crown prince following him had already entered Kelsey's sight, but the plan for Victoria was shelved after the current situation.

The experiment went more smoothly than expected. At least Kelsey couldn't understand how painful it would be for one person to bear the pain of severe Originium erosion for another person and accept her huge memories full of suffering and negative emotions, but His consciousness seemed clearer than imagined.

Is it willpower, or maybe it's the physiological tolerance that the body is born with, which supports him from collapse.

Kelsey could only guess that these didn't matter to her, she just needed the results.

In the room, Kelsey opened her eyes and stared at the recorder in her hand.

It was impossible for Theresa not to guess the premise of sending this letter.

she forgot?

No, she left the letter in Rhode Island just to remind herself of it at a specific time.

It's hard to explain things like favor.

Kelsey had no regrets. There was no emotion on her cold face until she sighed softly a few seconds later and her cold eyes softened.

She suddenly thought of many years ago.

When the black-haired young man broke into the land of Kazdaele and fled with the migrating Sakaz refugees, the vigilance, alienation and indifference towards everyone in his eyes were the most common things in this land. Eyes.

But then, when did Kelsey inadvertently see a slight smile in his eyes.

It was when he was standing next to His Highness, or maybe he was gathered around the Sakaz people's bonfire, listening to them talk about their good wishes for the future, and looking at the sunset in the distance in a daze.

Kelsey didn't care what a person who had nothing to do with her would think, but if he stood next to His Highness, it would inevitably come into his sight.

Since when did every Sakaz start to fear him and look at him with hatred and indifference.

Kelsey had never heard him talk about his wishes. He seemed to have no too far-fetched thoughts about his future. He liked to listen, but said very little.

Maybe, he didn't even know what he should do. He just came to this world in a daze, opened his eyes, and was kicked out of the house before he could see clearly what the world looked like.

"You always disobey advice, Theresia..."

A faint smile slowly appeared at the corner of Kelsey's mouth. She seemed to see the gentle white figure smiling apologetically at her, while the black-haired guard standing next to her turned his head slightly, staggering away from her. A serious interrogating look.

Of course he was put into solitary confinement.

"……you all are."

It's embarrassing, and it seems to be your small resistance to my usually harsh and cold behavior. Am I so terrible?The premise is that I didn't intentionally indulge, otherwise how could you slip away from my eyes.

Theresia, if that's what you want... I have no objection this time.

ps: There should be more.

Chapter 1 BSW

[Of course they do not lack ideals and beliefs, but I later understood that ideals and beliefs cannot fill the stomach, nor can they withstand the cold. I understand the miserable wind and rain of being hungry, and I understand the precariousness of being in ragged clothes.

I didn’t know where I could find food and clothing in the next place, and I didn’t know where else I could stay temporarily. The road under my feet was obviously very long, with no end in sight, but I had no strength to continue walking.

The way they looked at me made me feel fearful and timid that I shouldn't have.

Of course, people will succumb to reality, and the so-called fighting spirit will eventually be wiped out bit by bit by the cruel reality. It is not until the icy cold wind slaps on the face that one realizes how cold winter is. 】

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So, back to our original topic, what do you think an infected person is, or let me put it another way, what does the word infected mean in your eyes?

I'm not asking for your written definitions, of course I know they are not recognized by law, I'm asking for your personal opinion.

Yes, this is very important. As for the reason, you can think of me as curious, or you can think of it as a psychological test that Rhodes Island must conduct for every operator.

thug?Evil people?Exiles?dross?poor guy?

I know that everyone has their own opinions on this term, and officials and people have different opinions, but most of the comments are negative. The secular perspective denies their status, but they have to admit their existence.

Is this contradictory?

Your answer is interesting, but can you be more precise?I mean, in the affirmative, not in such specious terms.I must admit that what you said is the truth, but you cannot deny that the word "fact" is quite unpleasant.

In this way...you don't actually hate the infected, what about prejudice?Of course, this statement of bias only comes from my perspective.

I have always believed that it is not entirely unreasonable for infected people to do all kinds of atrocities.

First of all, the main group that can become infected means that they are in a low social status and have limited cognitive level. Imagine such a group of people who are already at the bottom of society. They are unable to change the fact that they are infected. , and at the same time limited by one's own cognition, it is natural that all kinds of radical ideas will arise, just like a ball of fire oil, just waiting for a little flame will immediately burn everything left.

Secondly, this society's rejection and prejudice against infected people have left them with nowhere to go, and are not even accepted by society and their families. Naturally, they will feel that their existence is meaningless, and ultimately they need to vent their anger at their own injustice. , no one would embarrass a person who is about to die. This metaphor may not be appropriate, but it is undoubtedly suitable for them.

Furthermore, factors of historical origin bring us back to the topic we just talked about, what is an infected person and what is the Crystalline Era? It was the emergence of the Crystalline Era that led to the infected people, and [@

People need Source Stone, and infected people are an indispensable product of Source Stone catalysis.

I am not discussing philosophy with you. Although this topic seems to be moving closer to philosophy, please believe that I am not a simple idealist.

————————"Terra Chronicles, excerpted from the test notes of a personnel officer on a whim in Rhode Island"

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In fact, Chen Mo had already guessed who the person standing behind him was. With his frivolous tone and nonchalant manner of teasing but never taking action, among the people Chen Mo knew, except for the fox who was originally called a fox hound, Apart from that, there was only one person left.

"Franka."

Chen Mo slowly lowered his raised hands and turned around with his back to Franka. Franka was wearing a black steel uniform. In addition to the black BS logo, the armband of the uniform had the stamp of Rhode Island.

Her figure is actually a little chubby, and her dressing style is also relatively frivolous. At least Chen Mo rarely sees anyone wearing long socks, but he has to admit that they are very attractive and look harmless.

Maybe she herself has been deliberately creating a temperament that coexists with maturity and charm, perhaps with a little bit of innocence mixed in.

This is a difficult girl.

She herself hated it when people mentioned the word fat in front of her. Chen Mo thought of the first time he met this girl.

On the Black Steel training ground, she was the second newcomer who had the courage to provoke the instructor. As for why Chen Mo knew it, it was a coincidence that he was the instructor with a bad face who was provoked. Only when the same experience happened to him Chen Mo felt how much he deserved to be beaten at that time, and what was slightly better than that instructor was that he was not lucky enough to stay in the infirmary for a few weeks.

"Long time no see, senior, it turns out you are still alive, or should I call you something else now?" Franka's hand loosened her hold on the hilt of the dagger, and there was not much surprise on her face. A hint of regret:

"You are still so disappointed and admitted so decisively. I originally thought you would struggle for a while longer."

If we exclude her bad personality and her tendency to tease newcomers for no reason, Franca's excellent appearance and figure are still very popular within the relatively open atmosphere of Columbia Black Steel.

Of course, the premise is based on the fact that they are not familiar with her. For most of the old employees who entered BSW, they mostly stay away from this guy who is good at deceiving people with his appearance. Even if it is inevitable, they can't help but look at her too much when they meet. Keep an eye out.

But except for Leng Tou Qing, few people try to get close to her anymore. The reason is that half of the people mentioned above belonged to Leng Tou Qing before, one third of them learned from the past, and the remaining one third had not been there. Family, otherwise you will tell yourself not to believe in love after emotional frustration.

Chen Mo is not one of the above-mentioned people. Naturally, he will not show mercy because the newcomer codenamed Franka is a beautiful girl. In fact, purely based on appearance, Chen Mo's appearance is not unsatisfactory, even if he is The cold appearance is also easy to arouse people's favor.

After all, the premise for establishing a first impression is usually appearance. If a stranger suddenly tells you that he likes you on the inside, then you have to consider whether he is playing tricks on you by saying such unconscionable words.

It's just that because of his indifference that he keeps away from other people, people subconsciously find it difficult to interact with him. Moreover, most people tend to stay away from guys who can hang out with Stewart.

When they walked arm-in-arm in the black steel building, Stuart would always proudly puff out his modest chest, proudly scorning every passing operator, as if to show off that he had conquered a rare person again. Little elf, so I couldn’t wait to pull it out for everyone to take a look at.

"So, you are now employed by Rhode Island?"

Chen Mo noticed the difference in Franka's uniform.

"Correction, it's us." Franka corrected.

She pulled out the stabbing sword stuck on the ground and swept the soil on the tip of the sword with the fingers of her left hand. She was holding the sword less than two meters away from Chen Mo. If she suddenly took any action at this time, Chen Mo would have no room to resist.

From the corner of Franka's eyes, she noticed that Chen Mo, who was opposite him, was slightly looking at the gun thrown at his feet just now. Of course, she could guess that this senior had not completely let down his guard against her.

This inexplicably made Franka feel familiar.

"Is this really okay?" Franka suddenly asked softly, raising the corner of her mouth, and caressing the silver sword with the pad of her left ring finger: "I don't mind, at this distance, if you want to do something, senior, it's fine. "

It sounded like an irony to Chen Mo, but the headset between her ears was flashing light blue, and the smile on the corner of her mouth became more and more obvious, as if she was waiting for Chen Mo generously, but she knew that Chen Mo couldn't afford to wait. .

"Although it's okay to reminisce about the past, it can't be in this place."