Evetrona's old stories

Asde walked to her side and squatted on the tiles - he didn't dare to sit on the edge of the eaves with his legs hanging like Mulanne, after all, he was not as light as the other party.

"It's too dangerous here." Ast advised her.

Mulanie turned her head and gave him a slight nod.Ast was right, if she fell from here, she might not even have a chance to save herself - after all, she couldn't use magic right now.

In the morning sun, the corners of her eyes and the pinnae of her ears shone with silver stars.The silver nails used to restrain her abilities were still embedded in the wounds that had already healed, making her snow-clear face even more chilly.

Perhaps it is because Asde has a natural feeling of closeness to her because he is both a adopted son and adopted daughter.

"Here...is that what attracts you?" Asked Asd.

"I just don't have anywhere to go," said Mulanne. "Aster, do you have the feeling—"

"What do you feel?"

"A person only looks like a person when viewed from a distance," she said. "If you get close, you will become dirty and ugly, without any human appearance."

"You mean..." Asde didn't dare to answer, he wasn't sure if the other party was alluding to himself.

"They shouldn't talk so much." Mulanne looked at the distance. "'Language' is the worst invention."

Asder looked at her, but she didn't speak again.

Human beings were born at a certain moment in history, they gathered in one place, and multiplied.Language was created according to their needs: at first, the voice was only used for conveying an instant message or command and was not used for other purposes; later, when abstract thinking became possible and non-essential needs gradually expanded, they naturally learned to lie and flatter—selfishness is human nature.Language is born, it cuts off the natural understanding between human beings, people no longer empathize with others, they start to listen only to the voices made by others.Clothes veiled their bodies, and words adorned their minds—clothes, words—both served the same purpose, namely, to conceal the two things that man considers most shameful and most alluring.

Language is a cheap promise, or a false statement. It is not like typeface, which is printed on paper in rows and lasts forever-on the contrary, it is empty and fleeting.People never made up their minds when they said it, and they never expected to earnestly fulfill it in the future.

This kind of noise from people's throats has never been liked by Moulaney.That thing is long-winded and illogical, like a pool of dirty water, soaking and polluting the mind of the listener from time to time.She hated this kind of sound, just like the most decent person in the world, smelling the unconcealable stench from the body under the costume.

Words never reveal a person's true feelings, it can only confirm her ugly impression of people over and over again.

Asder didn't speak at this time, at least he wasn't annoying - Mulanne thought.

A few months ago, she traveled to the south-central part of Klikin, followed a small group of knights to the hometowns of some of the dead, and carried out relief work again and again.When those relatives and associates saw these armored warriors, they all had surprise or horror on their faces.At that time, they were not ready to meet the sudden bad news: they cried or made noises, and there was no etiquette and restraint in their words-it was ordinary civilians who showed such a face.Poor and humble people never know what decency is, but rich people always think about saving face-they only squeeze out a sentence or half of the truth when they are caught off guard.Facing this team of knights, they looked in various poses: those who used laughter to suppress grief, those who used anger to cover up those who were ecstatic, those who used surprise to replace those who were indifferent, or those who used calmness to hide the shock in their hearts... They tried their best to cover up the true emotions and desires in their hearts with polite words and full of lies.Mulanne saw all this in her eyes—it was precisely this group of so-called well-educated and noble-minded people that made her feel even more disgusted.She felt that they were living under falsehoods, and they were not like human beings. Only when they were silent, they became more like human beings.

"Where's Elben?" At this moment, Ast asked her.

"In the room, I didn't take him out today." Mulanne replied.

Asder felt relieved. To be honest, he was still a little afraid of Mulanne.This girl's temper is incomprehensible, everything seems to be dead in her eyes - dead things that move, and dead things that don't move - the way she looks at the pet, there is always a kind of experiment And the feeling of exploration, as if it may break its vertebrae at any time, so as to observe what life is.Asder worried that one day, he would find a dead cat at the bottom of the tower.

The fat city walls surround the buildings, like cysts wrapped in dry and cracked skin.Those buildings piled up, like a group of dangerous gray strange trees, constantly releasing choking smoke.On a towering branch, the proto-dragon raised his head, holding up a light shadow.

The dragon stood on all fours. He stretched out his frightening long tail and scaled wings, as if breaking away from the constraints of the rules, and stepped up his sharp claws like a king. The clouds were his canopy, and the wind paved the way for him.

Seeing the figure, Mu Lanye suddenly laughed. Although she was far away and the person had changed a lot, she still recognized who it was.There was a sudden sense of relief in her heart, and the mood that had been silent for a long time also had a slight ups and downs.

The dragon flew away, and Mulanne turned to look at Asd, who was still staring at the sky in a daze.Asder didn't realize that Mu Lanye's heart was already cloudy and sunny at this time.

"When a person is silent, is he the only one who can understand himself?" Her voice brought Asde back to his senses.

What does this mean?Asde hesitated and didn't know how to respond, but Mulanne had already stood up at this time, and left here in a blink of an eye.

Speaking of this period of time--the novel co-authored by Eve and Vegmanning is finished, and they are waiting for the publisher's response; besides, she has to deal with another person, Buron.

Since recovering from illness, the knight has often appeared in front of her eyes.Buron is not always by her side, but Eve can always see this person inadvertently.He was sent by Luo Tilan, and Luo Tilan meant that in order to avoid any accidents for her, it was better to have someone watching over her.

The existence of Buron has not had much impact on Eve's life, but psychologically speaking, Eve is still a little uncomfortable—from morning training in the morning to returning to the apartment at night, as long as Eve calls him The name of the other party can appear in front of her immediately, and this kind of behavior does not give her much sense of security. On the contrary, with such a person watching from the dark, she always feels that she cannot concentrate.

Buron is a good swordsman, not only that, he is good at countless weapons.He is talented in this area, and this is what the Knights once valued most about him. Unfortunately, he has been locked in a dungeon all these years without seeing the sun all year round. Now his health is not as good as before, and his skills have regressed a lot.

That morning, on the training ground, he hid in the dark to watch Eve practice swordsmanship.Seeing that the girl was absent-minded, he walked up to her—seeing her like this every day, he finally couldn't bear it anymore today.

"I'll be your sparring partner." He said straight to the point.

"Let's forget it." Eve shied away, "Today's practice is almost done, I should go back and prepare for class."

"If you practice like this all the time, it's better not to practice. It's a waste of time anyway." He used honorifics, but his tone was a little offended.

Eve looked at him, but couldn't refute - Baililin hadn't come back yet - no one urged her, and she naturally became slack.But looking at Buron's serious face, she felt a little angry for some reason, and she said to him calmly, "It doesn't matter what I do, as long as you do your job well."

"My job?" Buron was amused by her words, "What do you think is my job? Lady Lotilan once warned—not only in terms of your personal safety—if you do something wrong, I also have to come out and help you correct it."

Eve opened her mouth, a little speechless.She sighed, and asked him again: "When will this kind of day last?"

"Not necessarily," Buron replied.He took out a training knight sword from the weapon rack, "You still have a full two hours before class time, even if you count the time for breakfast, there is still plenty of room."

Eve didn't say any more, she raised her sword and decided to practice with the other party.She was holding back her anger, and she didn't pay attention to etiquette when practicing, and she was even more angry when she swung the sword.Buron was not angry about this, no matter how fierce Eve's attack was, his movements still appeared to be with ease.

The two didn't say a word during the duel, but Eve could still feel from the opponent's sword moves that Buron wanted to teach himself a "lesson"—he only counterattacked after parrying, and he only poked the back of her hand with the sword point.

Eve was a little unbelieving, but no matter how prepared she was, she still couldn't escape his attack.Pulong is different from Baililin: Baililin's swordsmanship is smooth and tricky; Pulong's swordsmanship highlights the precision and sharpness of his attacks, and his wrist is like a machine that never makes mistakes.

In the end, Buron raised his arm high and swung it downward. The spine of the sword hit Eve's head heavily. The iron trembled above her head, making a buzzing sound. This sudden blow scared her Big jump.

"The opening is too big. I could write a whole poem on your forehead." Buron dropped the sword in his hand, and the training was over.

Buron's body was still very weak, and after a few 10 minutes of exercise, he was sweating profusely.Eve thought about what he said just now, suddenly laughed, and then coughed a few times—her illness has not recovered.

The two of them were resting on the stands beside the sand. Buron was also coughing, but he still wanted to talk: "Just guarding against that hand, you call this sparring?" He snorted and couldn't help being sarcastic One sentence, "What kind of work do you practice, huh?"

"Okay, don't talk about it." Eve was a little embarrassed by his squeeze, so she had to say, "I admit that you are amazing."

"Also, you have to admit your fault."

Only then did Eve notice that he no longer used honorifics to himself.

"Where did I go wrong?" she asked.

"Lotilan doesn't owe you anything, he just doesn't want to explain to you." Buron said, "You, Asder and Gorgon, the competition is not only to test your abilities and see your abilities, but more importantly, it can be encountered but not sought. Sheng Fengyue is using all the resources to train you and let you learn and grow. Don't you even understand this?"

"I understand, thank you very much," she said perfunctorily.

She knew it, and she didn't think she needed it—but she didn't dare to say it because it would make her too thick-skinned.This matter was not entirely Lotilan's fault, she was only to blame for being indecisive at the beginning, which made the paladin wrong.

"Buron, I have a friend over there who is a little interested in you. She's a girl." Eve changed the subject, she wanted to say something light.

"Sheng Fengyue does not allow the knights to have private contact with the students of the college." He said.

"Would you like to teach me swordsmanship?" Eve asked.

"Of course, you can take the initiative to bring it up, which shows that you still have a little self-knowledge." Buron turned his head, "When do you plan to start?"

"Anytime is fine." Then, Eve asked him again, "Can I bring someone over to see it then?"

"Whatever you want, of course I can't take care of other people's private affairs." He was a little angry, and seemed unwilling to talk to Eve anymore. He covered his mouth with a handkerchief and coughed a few times—his physical weakness was caused by a lung injury, and he didn't know when the injury would heal.

And listening to Buron's cough, Eve felt that her unhealed throat was also itchy.

[142] Crimson Sky (Part [-])

A few days later, Lotilan found her and told her to get ready—the Knights finally made a move, and the "competition" was about to begin.

Eve still doesn't understand which competition her identity as a competitor corresponds to.Say "competition," but what the hell should you call it?Running to the Dragon Castle Master Competition?Sheng Fengyue leader selection contest?Or the fight for the birthright of the Hyde family?

In fact, this "competition" does not have an official or exact name, whether it is in written documents or in the conversations of the knights, and Schilling and Feng En are not even willing to admit that this is a competition ——If Grand Duke Hyde could have an heir, this matter would not need to be so complicated, but the truth is that Grand Duke Hyde's family affairs are also a mess.In the face of these matters, Mrs. Hyde actually did not shy away from them, but as courtiers, the upper echelons of Shengfengyue had to be cautious in their words and actions—they acted in a low-key manner when it came to selecting their successors. To a certain extent, they still had to stand Consider the problem from Mrs. Hyde's point of view, and take care of the old man's emotions.

When facing Lotilan, Eve's expression was very ugly, and it was the first time for Lotilan to see her showing such an expression to herself since she met her—well, it was indeed a bit strange.

"What's the matter, Buron upset you?" He asked with a smile.

"It has nothing to do with him." Eve said sullenly with a cold face.

"It has nothing to do with him, so who does it have to do with?" Luo Tilan asked again.

So Eve stopped talking.

"If you're angry with me, you're angry with yourself." Lotilan was still writing a document while talking to her, "You're really too lazy, you don't look like your father. If you want it, then go for it; if you don't, then just be a big lady and find a good one to marry yourself as soon as possible." He stopped writing and raised his head, "Do you want this? You don't have many choices. You only see the life you want, but you never plan for your future—— Your surname is Harvey, and there are many people who are thinking about your father—whether it’s the Logos Institute, the Prosecutor’s Office, or other organizations, they want to use Lord’s name to gain some benefits, and they will naturally target you in the end. Do you know what Mochi said when he wrote to me?"

Eve nodded to show that she was listening.

"He said that the Senate has been calling for your attention, so he is under a lot of pressure now-wanting to provide you with asylum, but he can't do what he wants."

It is true that Harvey is kind to Mochi, but at the same time, Mochi is also loyal to the Logos Institute.

"Maoqi was sent to the east. Is this related to me?" Eve bit her lower lip. What Lotilan said just now made her a little uncomfortable.

"I'm not sure about this. It's probably someone mediating. If you think about the good, maybe it's Siheleu's protection for their family." Lotilan put down the pen in his hand, "Eve, you always look down on yourself." It’s too ordinary, but the truth is—you are valuable. I didn’t want to say this, firstly, because it’s unnecessary, and secondly, because it’s not something to show off.”

Eve looked at him with complicated emotions.

"Although I can't say with the cheek that I am as close as brothers to Lord, at least we are from the same school. His daughter is sitting in front of me now, but she doesn't trust me very much. Tell me, what should I do now? He laughed twice, his voice was a little tired, "Your state of mind and thoughts may appear a little more mature than those of your peers. Sometimes even I can't figure out what you are thinking, but no matter what, no matter what. What kind of life you want to live in the future, there must be a prerequisite - you must first have the ability to protect yourself. Well, this is the end of the gossip, let's take a look at this first. "

He picked up a stack of documents on the case and placed them in front of Eve.

This stack of documents is divided into three parts, namely the "Instructions for Using the Exercise Laboratory", "The Roster of the Third Team of Newly-promoted Knights", and an unfilled "Recruitment Form for Support Personnel Recruitment".

"The first contest between you and the other two is tentatively scheduled for early June. During this period, you need to learn how to use the simulated combat platform of the Knights. In addition, you need to find four helpers. You can choose from the roster or from the students in the Knights Academy."

While listening to him, Eve flipped through the roster.The profile of more than thirty young knights was recorded in the roster. The content was not small, and she was a little dazzled.

"What advice do you have?" Eve asked him.

"You need two 'counselors' and two 'generals'. If you plan to choose from the roster, I have already marked the available candidates for you. You pick a few that look good, and I will arrange for you to meet." Luo Tilan explained, "In terms of candidates, you can change them at any time, but I still suggest you choose carefully. This competition may last for three to two years, or even longer. There are many talents in the Knight Academy, but the tacit understanding between people is difficult to cultivate."

"According to what you said, it seems to be more cost-effective to choose acquaintances." Eve put down the booklet in her hand, "If I want to choose someone from among the students, do you think it's feasible?"

Lotilan looked at her, then smiled.The handsome old man said: "Of course it is possible. They will be able to participate in the whole process of 'competition' with you in the future. This opportunity is very rare. Do you understand what I mean?"

If Eve has plans to train future team members, this is indeed a good opportunity.

"I understand—I'll try it out, and if I can't find anyone, I'll come to you again." Eve said.

"Okay, I can give you a week for this matter." Lotilan raised his hand and drew a mark on the calendar.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in." Lotilan stood up and tapped her fingers on the documents in front of Eve, signaling her to put them away.

Two men entered the door: one wore glasses, a striped three-button dress, and a red tie, looking refined; the other had a beard under his chin, and was wearing a light gray double-breasted knight's uniform, and half of his gloves could be seen under the cuffs—the gloves were dazzlingly white.

"His name is Freely Lee, and he is Feng En's secretary. If the Knights have a schedule, he will be responsible for notifying you. If you have any needs or questions in the future, you can go to him first to solve them. This is Herold Brinnor, Mrs. Hyde's personal guard. He was sent by the old lady to assist you." Lotilan introduced the history of the two to Eve.

Eve shook hands with the two in turn.

Herold said: "I heard from my wife that you haven't been here for a long time and you don't know much about our Shengfeng Mountain, so she sent me here. If there is anything you don't understand in the future, just ask me. There are almost no people in the Knights that I can't name."

"Then I'll trouble you." Eve half-jokingly said, "I don't even know our boss now."

"Boss?" Herold laughed, "Are you talking about Captain Feng En?"

"Yes." Eve nodded.

"It's easy to handle. When you come into contact with simulated combat, the regiment leader will come and take a look." Freeley took over the conversation.

"Captain Feng En... Is he easy to get along with?" Eve turned her head and asked him.

"Don't worry, as long as it's one of your own, he's always taken good care of you." Freely replied.

"Then I'm relieved." Eve patted her chest, as if she was relieved, "Actually, I don't have much confidence in my ability, and I'm afraid that one day I will let him down."

"It's easy to say, as long as you can do your best." Fulili's tone is still polite, "After all, this is not a matter of one person, we all try our best."

Eve nodded.Her eyes happened to meet with Luo Tilan, and there was a smile in his eyes, as if he had seen through her little thoughts.

In the next week, Eve began to look for candidates.In fact, there is not much difference between "generals" and "counselors" in the competition process. They all participate in the planning and formulation of strategies and decisions, but their specific functional responsibilities are slightly different.When Lotilan mentioned this matter, Eve already had some candidates in mind.

To Eve, losing or winning is probably the least important thing. She needs a more relaxed atmosphere now. If she can spend this time with her acquaintances and friends, it must be very interesting.

Di Geng and Lin Xin were the first two people she went to.Eve thought they would readily agree, but unexpectedly hit a wall at this first step.

"No, you can't do it even if you beg me." Di Geng refused firmly, which was really unexpected - Eve was stunned on the spot.

"Why?" Eve looked surprised and confused.

Di Geng looked at her and couldn't help laughing.He thought Eve's expression and voice at that moment were a little cute.

"Are you kidding me?" Eve was a little annoyed when he saw the stupid look on his face.

"No, I'm serious." Di Geng said, "I will never agree to this, don't ask why. Of course, I can't make a decision for Lin Xin, you can ask him again."

Lin Xin was standing next to them. Seeing Eve looking at him, he quickly shook his head and said, "You also understand that I can't really help you much."

"Okay." She smiled at Lin Xin, but felt a blow in her heart.

That's the end of the conversation, and Eve doesn't want to stay any longer.Just as she was about to leave, she heard Di Geng say, "Eve, did you forget something?"

"What?" She looked up.

"It's already May, and we haven't gone out for dinner yet. Why, can't even make up this little time now?" Di Geng said seriously.

Eve stared at him for a while, then sighed, and said with a smile, "Eat, go now."

"Did you see the big one, she is so straightforward." Di Geng patted Lin Xin on the shoulder with a smile, and the two followed.

In fact, Di Geng is not unwilling to help Eve, but he also has something he can't tolerate: he will never work under the hands of the person he loves. This is the bottom line - the only son of the manor owner, the most important thing in his life is self-esteem and self-love.