Longmen Memoirs

The streets of Londinium never imagined they would one day become so busy.

Heavy and dense footsteps were like war drums stepping on the old stone road marked with history. The spiers and walls of the stone towers reflected the hurried figures flashing by. In the dazzling pale light, the heavy tracks and steel boots crushed one after another. A dream of prosperity and decay.

The mansion of Earl Kelton was submerged in the waves of blood and fire.

This historic mansion compound now has only a young child as its sole heir. The hound door leaving the courtyard is like an evil beast coming out of the cage, tearing into pieces the dreams of every living person in this big house. And not long after, they will be buried together in the tomb of history.

Maybe they had expected this day to come, and the people in this mansion were already prepared, or maybe they just didn't expect that the people who came would be so crazy, and they still underestimated the cruelty of the other party.

Their resistance was feeble.

The young girl was stuffed into the secret passage left by the palace coup, but she did not choose to leave. She saw with her own eyes how the hounds tore the flesh and blood of her relatives, and saw with her own eyes that the bustling life in the past was shattered bit by bit like a castle in the air. Such as the expensive tea set that was overturned and broken, the coffee table that was overturned, and the picture scroll that was licked by the flames.

Gentle blood flowed through the gaps in the dark pavilion and flowed under her body. The warmth touched her palms, causing her to retract her hands as if she was electrocuted.

She covered her mouth tightly, as if she could taste the sweet smell of blood and rust, but she didn't dare to close her eyes. Maybe it was because she forgot, or maybe because of fear, she made the wrong choice.

Until that figure appeared in front of her, she could only see the long sword hanging under the opponent's military uniform through the gap. The iron boots were trampled in the pool of blood, and the flames reflected the deep darkness.

The girl seemed to have forgotten her fear.

She saw her mother's face that was close to her, filled with fear and relief. Her colorless pupils were staring in her direction, and the horrific wound on her waist seemed to be splitting her in half.

Obviously she is always so elegant and gentle, she always teaches herself to pay attention to etiquette with a straight face, she always cares about her own dignity more than anyone else.

But now she let herself lie on the messy floor, her noble body covered in blood, like a dead bitch.

But the dead dog's face was clearly the same as she remembered it.

Many fragments suddenly emerged in the girl's mind. They were her carefree self in the courtyard full of flowers. The maid's voice fell silent after seeing her mother. It was the rare smile on her father's serious face. .That was the horrified face of the maid when she picked herself up from her clothes just before hell came.

The rage as his father's rough roar came from the study.

She doesn't understand.

She didn't understand why she thought of this, and she didn't understand why her fear was gradually replaced by another emotion after thinking of it.

She seemed no longer afraid. The flames were reflected in her eyes in the darkness, in the pool of blood, and on her mother's dirty face.

She saw the gun in her mother's hand.

Courage, maybe that’s what it’s called, she thought, just like the brave knight in the hidden story who raised his sword to face evil without risking his own life, just like in the words of the history professor, those who rushed to the enemy for glory and victory. Like the brave soldiers of the army.

She rushed out of the dark pavilion.

Hydrangea was burning in the flames, and her face was embarrassed and determined under her short white hair.

The fragile and slender arms raised the blunderbuss in the mother's palm.

It was her first time to use this weapon, but she had seen how the mounted police used it. She had already learned to ride a pony in the racecourse. Her equestrian teacher praised her without hesitation for teaching her. The brightest student.

The crowd is exclaiming.

The moment the flame bloomed in the muzzle of the gun, she finally saw the man's face clearly.

When she looked over, the girl only remembered those black eyes. The moment before the gunshot rang out, he raised his hand, and the etched bullet scratched through the hand armor and rubbed bright sparks.

The girl was pushed to the ground, and the gun flew away. After all, it was her first time to use this kind of weapon, and she had already done a good job.

She made no struggle, for she had lost all courage the moment the gunshot rang out.

She was still the child who was pushed by her mother and could only hide in the dark pavilion. She could do nothing.

She looked up.

The man put down his hand, and there was blood running down his right eye, across his cheek, and dripping on the black collar.

The girl thought she was going to die.

Just like mother and maid Miss Resa.

The long door of the palace was slowly pushed open.

Lightning flashed outside the door, and a heavy rain poured down.

The cold wind mixed with broken rain flowed around the thick and tall pillars and poured into the palace's auditorium.

Someone stood in front of the door, straightening his clothes, taking off his cloak and handing it to the guard.

The person who entered the door stepped firmly, and every step he took was smooth and powerful but penetrated deeply into his ears. The hard soles of his boots stepped on the smooth and bright marble floor.

The bright light seemed to sway with his steps.

Maybe it's an illusion.

The king stood tall in front of the throne that had been passed down for countless centuries. Behind the throne hung the golden Aslan royal emblem, and the mighty lion seemed to be roaring up to the sky.

The footsteps stopped.

The black uniform he wears is not the emblem of any Victorian army.

They stared at each other, and she hesitated for a moment, but finally did not step down from the throne, but just stared at his right eye.

The man's right eye was wrapped with a blood-soaked white bandage from his emergency bandage, and there was some mottled red remaining on his collar.

He seemed to notice the other person's gaze.

"It's not a big deal, I just lost an eye." He said nonchalantly, with no intention of explaining any more.

"I have cleared out most of the people in this city who have connections with Tracys, and the rest will be left to you, Your Majesty."

He took off the long sword from his waist that represented the authority of the Victoria royal family and placed it on the ground.

The nobles and lords have been in this land for hundreds of years, and their power has long been entangled. No one can easily uproot them. Even the nominal ruler of this land must learn to compromise when facing them.

Some of them are far older than Aslan the Outsider, and the Draks have long become unfamiliar names in the old books of history.

In this land, the royal family is far from being as noble and admirable as imagined. In this land, only those who have mastered the power of force are worthy of gaining rights and status.

To deal with these people, you need to be more ruthless, more unscrupulous, more crazy and cruel than them.

"Tomorrow the Parliament will immediately ask you to judge me for my actions today. Maybe they have already started to do so, but no one will be stupid enough to trouble me tonight. You can blame everything on me, As we planned from the beginning, I would flee Victoria after the trial."

He walked towards the throne step by step.

"You want to arrest me. In front of the people, promise them that you will seek justice for all the innocent victims tonight. You have to promise them that you will find me and kill me."

"If I say I can't do it..."

She didn't finish her sentence.

"You will do it. If you are standing in that position now, you can do it." He said firmly, his remaining left eye staring at the girl in front of the throne, his eyes resting on the crown above her head:

"A lot of people are watching you and they hope you can do it. If you can't do it, the fate of many people will be changed."

"Including you?"

"Including me." He stretched out his hand to straighten the crown on the opponent's head: "Behind the Kazdare Civil War, there is the shadow of Victoria. Tracy is very ambitious. Not only does he want the barren land, Victoria also In his ambition, the civil war in Kazdaele will never truly end unless they are resolved."

"It cannot be denied that I took advantage of you and the people behind you, but equally, you and the people behind you also need our help. The reconstruction of Kazdale after the war requires a large order, and this order will save you money. A lot of unnecessary trouble and Victoria should not be on the same path as Kazdaele."

He stopped talking and looked at the girl on the throne and the gorgeous flag behind her.

"This is your responsibility, Vina. The game for freedom is over."

"I thought you could be more honest."

"But that won't change anything."

"Maybe it will make me feel better. I feel suffocated just thinking about having to stay in this palace every day."

"Isn't that great? Indra and Morgan will come to accompany you. They will always make a lot of jokes together, so you won't be bored."

"Really?" Wei Na asked uncertainly.

"Yeah." He answered uncertainly.

"See you tomorrow, Guinevere."

"See you tomorrow, Your Majesty."

Chapter 139 Spider Web

Chen Mo gently rubbed the silver ring in his hand and finally put it back into the box.

Maybe it's not so unexpected to see W again.

This girl came from the darkness, her steps were frivolous, sometimes fast and sometimes slow. What remained unchanged was the malicious smile on her lips and the undisguised joking in her red eyes.

Chen Mo didn't hate this girl, even though she was an unstable and mean... lunatic with a bad personality.

From the first day they met her, he and W were full of hostility towards each other, but over time, as they got used to and accepted this way of getting along, they would find it strange.

Chen Mo would probably never forget that smoky girl, whose face was clearly young but full of weathered fatigue.

The mercenaries fleeing in embarrassment on the land of Sakaz may not even be able to explain the value of their lives, but if it is just to open their eyes and see the sunrise the next day, then they are probably doing everything they can to survive. It's all worth it.

There is nothing more desirable than the sunrise after dawn, especially when the night is long and cold. When the light falls on your body, you will suddenly feel a strange warmth.

No one can resist that kind of warmth. Even the most cold-blooded butcher will have a small clean place deep in his heart.

There was a flash of surprise in W's eyes for a moment, and then it was replaced by undisguised disgust.

She looked up and down at Chen Mo's evening gown with an expression as if she had seen a ghost. She even forgot the smile on her lips, stopped and put some distance between herself and Chen Mo.

Probably everyone who sees Chen Mo now will show the same expression and say the same sentence.

"What kind of disgusting outfit are you wearing?"

W is certainly no exception.

He calmly put the hand holding the box behind his back.

"coming."

It seems to have been a long time coming.

"Have you been to Rhode Island?"

"Meet Kelsey."

"What did she tell you?"

"A bunch of useless nonsense." W said nonchalantly, adding: "They are ready to set sail."

"You'd better not let him hear this." Chen Mo rarely reminded him. He seemed to be a little afraid of the three words Kelxi.

Chen Mo did not continue this topic.

"Everything is done?"

"It's the blessing of dragging down your fox...yeah."

She held pieces of paper between her fingertips. Chen Mo stretched out his hand. W shrank back and Chen Mo looked at her.

"I don't understand why you have to borrow that fox's hand."

Chen Mo turned his head and looked at the brightly lit annex not far away. The lights were bright and distant.

He withdrew his gaze and fell on W.

"The fox is a smart person, but smart people all have the same weakness. They tend to trust their own judgment too much."

"You are not convincing at all when you are dressed like this." W asked with a proud smile: "Let me guess, are you afraid that Wolper will disrupt the situation?"

"It's really interesting, you said, if she knew that you ordered all these things..."

"W..."

"I am listening."

"we have agreed upon it."

"Don't worry, I won't betray you, not now. Who said we were in the same group?"

A position without power is like an empty shell. Fox probably thinks so too. Chen Mo doesn't mind her thinking this way because he had the same idea for a while.

When you don't have enough confidence to overturn the gambling table, the best thing you can do is to sit obediently in your position, hold your cards tightly, and play them out at the right time.

Of course Chen Mo knew that the fox would know that he would go to Rhode Island. Every step the fox took was so explicit and cautious. Chen Mo didn't care what the fox was paying attention to. As he said, he had never believed the fox.

Because Chen Mo knew very well the indifference of the fox, and she would not care about anyone's life or death. Although she concealed it well, it would inevitably remind Chen Mo of her past self.