Offer your allegiance to Chaos!

Immediately.

It's a pity that there is still a gap of seven or eight points away from the real strong. According to exponential growth, the required happiness value is enough to make Ashe's scalp tingle.

I am afraid that the only way to earn enough happiness points is to take the initiative to ask for sex with the Sicilian lady, and with the double bonus of the potion and the book of Khorne, and play day and night for a month or two, you can barely be satisfied Bar.

But in that case, he probably would really be "broken", in various senses.

At this moment, when the door rang, Ashe was startled, and quickly rewrapped the sheets, pretending to be weak, but his movements were still a little slow, and Angela who entered the door saw his rather large movements.

Angela was stunned for a moment, she didn't expect the child to recover so quickly, but after thinking about all the mysterious rumors about him in the past, she felt relieved.

Coincidentally, it can also meet the next "needs" of the monarch.

"Put it on."

Angela came over with a spare set of clothes and put them beside Ashe, "After you're done dressing, please go downstairs, your lord is waiting for you."

It was a set of rather casual youth sportswear, with sneakers, Ai Xi looked weird, I don't know where this is playing, uniform play?Is there such a taste type?

But he had to bow his head under the eaves, so he obediently put on his clothes and went downstairs while pretending to be staggering.

In the hall on the first floor of the villa, Ms. Sicily was sitting on the sofa and had already changed her clothes. She was still in the black suit and was looking at her watch. When she saw Ashe walking down, she raised her eyebrows, as if Quite satisfied.

"Let's go."

She stood up, rubbed Ashe's cat ears, and said lightly.

"Where are you going?" Ashe was taken aback, "It doesn't mean that the next six hours..."

"I said that you don't need those medicines for six hours, but it doesn't mean that you can really rest freely."

The silver-haired woman said calmly: "It may take a long time until those idiots of the Restoration Alliance receive the news and assemble their staff. Am I just here in a daze?"

"Then, are you going to..." Ashe had a bad feeling.

"Going out for a stroll, I have long heard that Longmen is the most prosperous metropolis in Terra. There is no such thing as one of them. It's hard to come here. How can I do it without walking around."

The silver-haired woman looked down at Ashe's stunned expression, with a slight smile on the corner of her mouth:

"—Of course, it's also our first date."

Chapter 53 The Book of Three Letters

The dull roar of the engine.

Every time the gear changes, the body vibrates slightly.

The lingering bitter tobacco and the human breath left in the daytime.

This is a bus.

"So, why the bus?"

Ten o'clock in the evening, it is considered late at night, and it has passed the evening rush hour. There are a few people sitting in twos and threes on the No. 13 bus line in Longmen. Aixi and Ms. Sicily are sitting in the last row, and they are driving to the central city of Longmen.

The silver-haired woman wearing sunglasses to hide her identity was sitting by the window, smoking a cigar at this time, Ashe looked strange, waved her hand to drive away the bitter tobacco smell, and whispered: "Don't tell me that you, the Syracuse dictator, started I can't afford a car, since it's a date, why do you need to take the bus?"

"It's not crowded, there are not many people."

As if mischievous, the silver-haired woman exhaled a puff of smoke and sprayed it directly on Ashe's face, causing him to choke and turn his head away. There was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, and she turned her head to look out the window, saying: "As for why... Personal preference, I like buses."

"What the hell is liking buses?" Ash raised his forehead, "This is the first time I've heard that a big man like you has such a magical hobby."

"It's not weird, doesn't Texas also have this hobby." The silver-haired woman shrugged.

"Huh? Texas? Since when did she have this hobby?" Ashe was confused.

"You." The silver-haired woman said as a matter of course: "She and I like you very much, you are just a bus."

"..."

Hey!

Ashe was almost choked to death by saliva, waiting for him here with a big emotional circle!

Why do you defile people's innocence out of thin air... Oh, it's not actually desecrating people's innocence, so it's okay.

"Can't you use a better alias..." Ashe said weakly: "For example, shared bicycles and the like... Well, there is actually no difference."

"Hmph." The silver-haired woman sneered, took a deep puff on her cigar, and ignored Ashe's words.

She turned her head again and looked out the window.

Following her gaze, Ashe also looked out the window.

I have to say that the night view of Longmen is still very beautiful. The bus is driving on the viaduct, overlooking the entire magnificent city. The neon lights merge into an eternal ocean, reflecting colorful colors on the glass walls of the towering buildings.

A city like a dream.

"I do like taking the bus around the city."

After a while, the silver-haired woman spoke again: "When I was in Rome, when I was free at night, I would change my clothes, get on the bus from Central Avenue, sit in the last row like now, lean against the window, and walk around the city. A full circle."

"The dictator inspects his own kingdom, visits privately in micro-services, and observes the people's sentiments?" Ashe shrugged: "It's quite interesting."

"It has nothing to do with people's sentiments, it's a habit developed in Turin." The silver-haired woman shook her head: "You still remember? Turin."

Ash fell silent.

Turin.

Of course he remembered that it was the hometown of the Sicilian lady and the city where he first met her.

"Remember those days when we were in the slums in the western suburbs?" The silver-haired woman took off her cigar, and lightly exhaled smoke against the window glass, turning the transparent glass into a vast expanse of white. She stared at the white mist , said lightly: "It's winter."

"..." Ashe still didn't speak, he nodded slightly.

Just like the white fog on the glass, it was also a white winter, extremely cold, and it seemed that it was always snowing. Every morning when you open the window, you can always see a vast expanse of white mist.

The first time he met her happened in the autumn before that winter.

In the autumn of that year, Ashe came from afar and temporarily lived in the lower city of Turin.

He had participated in a certain war before, and was seriously injured, with a broken leg, so he came here with a cane.

At that time, the most powerful force in the lower city of Turin was the organization led by Ms. Sicily, and it was natural for Ashe to pay her respects to the pier. Because of her mysterious strength and knowledge of taboos, she was recognized by Ms. Sicily as her personal Advisors get paid.

At first, the two didn't interact too much. Ms. Sicily would visit him once a week to discuss issues about the structure of Turin and the development of the organization.

After a while, because of an accidental opportunity, the two finally got closer, but they were still limited to normal friends.

What really changed everything was the beginning of that winter, when a civil strife broke out in the lower city--the largest family in the upper city and the second in command in the Sicilian Lady's organization united to wage a war on her rule in the lower city. Subversion, that was the biggest setback Ms. Sicily encountered in her life, and the ending ended in her complete defeat.

Moreover, she was chased and killed by the second-in-command. Before being rescued by Ashe, her spine had been severely injured. Later, due to lack of treatment, she was completely paralyzed from the waist down on the bed.

During that winter, it was Ashe who had been taking care of her paralyzed in bed.

To be honest, it was a terrible time. The whole lower city was looking for a Sicilian lady. Ashe didn't dare to take her to live in any populated place, so she had to find a room where beggars could not live in a slum in the western suburbs. Abandoned house.

The room was crumbling, air and water leaked, dust was everywhere, and the corners were covered with cobwebs. It took him a long time to clean it up, so as not to infect the wound. He picked up a mattress that was still usable, cleaned it up, and put a new one on it. Let her stay here for the time being.

Afterwards, changing dressings, eating, drinking, bathing, all kinds of problems, all kinds of troubles made Aixi feel a sharp pain in the head when thinking about it now, it was almost his nightmarish memory, and it was almost becoming a psychological shadow.

He originally thought that the silver-haired woman could not bear to look back on those days, but he didn't expect that she would take the initiative to bring it up.

"What? Do you think I will hate that period of black history?" As if seeing through Ashe's mind, the silver-haired woman curled her lips: "That is the mentality of the weak. For the superior, suffering is always the greatest. The spiritual wealth of the people... I'm getting too far, let's get down to business, you still remember, during that time, the bus helped us a lot."

"Ah? Bus?" Ashe was stunned again, unable to understand what the silver-haired woman meant.

"It seems that you really forgot about those days..." The silver-haired woman shook her head and said to herself: "During that time, they offered a terrifying amount of rewards, and the whole lower city was looking for me. The only thing that is not exposed is your existence, so you have to go out to buy any daily necessities."

"In the slums, clean water and food are not difficult to find, but the medical supplies I urgently needed at that time, such as bandages, gauze, anti-inflammatory and painkillers, were not so easy to get. There are black clinics, but they are closely monitored. With the flow of medical supplies throughout the downtown area, once new faces go to buy them, they will soon be exposed."

"The only feasible channel is the regular hospital in the upper city. There is a lot of material flow there, and you already had a leg injury at the time. When you went to change the bandage and buy painkillers, taking a little more would not attract attention. So, then For a while, you just take the bus every day, go to different hospitals in turn, prescribe medicine a little bit, add up to a lot, and bring it back for me to use.”

"Oh, there is such a thing..." Ashe scratched her head, but she was a little unconvinced: "But you can't thank the bus for this, right? You should thank me. You run, from the lower city to the upper city, it takes five or six hours to get down, what kind of bus are you thanking..."

"..." The silver-haired woman smiled faintly, ignoring Ashe's dissatisfaction, but murmured as if some memory was brought up by his words: "Yeah, it takes five or six hours to get down... the bus, The journey is really long.”

"Who asked me to go around the entire lower city? I can't do the sixth and eighth routes, but I can only wait at the station for nearly an hour each time until the eleventh road around the city." Ai Xi was also evoked more clearly. He sighed for a long time, "God, I still have a backache just thinking about it, damn Turin, there is not even a chair next to the bus plate, so I can only stand on crutches for an hour, and the people on the bus The quality is poor, and they don’t give up seats to disabled children at all. If they don’t catch up with the time when there are few people, they will have to stand for another two hours..."

Ashe complained, but the silver-haired woman turned her head and leaned against the window, looking at the ocean of neon lights in a daze, her indifferent expression in the past softened a little now.

The cigar held between her fingertips had already been half burnt at some point, but she didn't take another puff, letting the ashes shake to the ground with the shaking of the car.

"What's the matter with you?" Ai Xi was halfway through talking, and found that the silver-haired woman's mood was not quite right, she blinked: "It looks a bit weird..."

"I just remembered, at that time, I was lying on the bed, looking at the wall with my head tilted like now."

The silver-haired woman didn't answer Ashe's question, but still said to herself: "That should be the first time I fell from the peak to the bottom... No, it should be called the abyss, because there is not even the last hope of making a comeback. Now, I'm already paralyzed on the bed, and I've become a complete useless person. No matter how long I live for the rest of my life, I can only stay in a dark, damp, windowless room like this, looking up at the cobwebs on the ceiling , silently waiting for his body to gradually rot."

"..." Ashe fell silent, and he also remembered the silver-haired woman lying on the hospital bed with dead eyes before "that miracle".

"The last will barely supports me not to give up everything. I lie on the bed and try not to think about anything related to the future. I sleep when I can fall asleep. When it hurts so much that I can't sleep, I watch The ceiling, counting how many threads the spider has tied, looking around, counting how many cracks there are on each wall, and how many pieces of wall plaster have fallen... until I can remember everything in the whole room clearly, really With no place to rest my mind, I can only imagine."

After a pause, the silver-haired woman raised her head, looked at the skyline of Longmen, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Imagination, I imagine a lot, but I don't dare to imagine myself, so I can only imagine you, and imagine things about you." everything."

"..." Ashe remained silent.

"I don't know your past, and I dare not imagine your future. I can only imagine your present. Every time you go out, I count my heartbeats while following your slow pace, Imagine where you are now."

"I imagine the funny look of you leaning on crutches, imagine you going downstairs step by step, imagine if it snowed today, you stepped on the snow, leaving traces of two shoes and a crutch, I imagine you will How long does it take to get to the first platform, how long does it take to wait for the first train, whether the sun is shining or not, will it rain suddenly, and you don’t have an umbrella, what should you do?”

"I imagine you finally squeezed into the first bus, there are not many people, can you grab a seat, if you get a seat, there are still more than two hours away, will you sit there, will you use it?" Leaning your head against the window, looking out the window, what would you think?"

"Just like now... At that time, I would lean my head against the wall, close my eyes, and imagine you leaning against the window."

The silver-haired woman leaned her head against the window, slowly closed her eyes, and let the hot breath blow out a white mist on the window glass.

She murmured in a low voice:

"I imagine you, will you abandon that useless person and leave the city quietly by yourself."

"...!" Ashe, who was listening silently, was taken aback, subconsciously opened her mouth slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but when the words came to her mouth, she silently closed them again.

The silver-haired woman closed her eyes, but she seemed to have seen Ashe's reaction. She leaned against the window, smiled slightly, and said, "You don't need to talk... I know, it's just that at that time, you will inevitably think too much... Who told Six An hour's journey, or is it too long?"

After a pause, she opened her eyes again, staring at the night scene outside the window, and gently repeated this sentence:

"Yeah, it's too long, six hours, it's really too long. It's so long that I can't tell the difference between day and night in that room without windows. Sometimes, I can't even count my heartbeat when I imagine it. , I can't figure out how long you have been away, and when will you come back... Or, you won't come back again. "

"So, I began to imagine how long I would wait in this room if you didn't come back, before I would starve to death and gradually rot until I turned into a white bone and would not be discovered by people many years later."

"I was terrified of that ending, so, countless times, I pulled out the last hidden gun from under my pillow, I opened the safety, put my index finger on the trigger, closed my eyes, and imagined the moment when the bullet exploded in my skull. Instantly...even, finally, for one time, I pulled that trigger."

Hearing this, Ai Xi seemed to have gradually remembered something, showing a suddenly realized expression.

Unknowingly, she opened her eyes, looked at the silver-haired woman in Ashe through the window glass, and smiled slightly:

"Yeah, even if you are as promiscuous as you, you should remember that you took the bullet and left some pranks in that gun... At that time, I pulled the trigger, but there was a note It hit me on the head, I opened the note, and saw... I saw three sentences written on it."

Speaking of this, the silver-haired woman's voice paused, and unconsciously, there was a slight tremor.

She turned her head again and looked out of the window in a daze. Through the hazy white mist, she seemed to see that moment again.

It was snowing that year.

In the room without windows, she looked at the "bullet" shot from the muzzle of the gun.

The note is very narrow.

In one sentence, write three lines.

[The bus is very slow,]

【I'm in the car,】

【wait for my return. 】

Chapter 54 Emperor Privileges

The dusty past and the touching three-line letter fell into Ai Xi's heart, but it didn't seem to stir up any waves.

It's like the sentence "Long time no see" after many years of friends reunited. It makes people miss the story of the years, and there is a little sigh of reminiscing about youth, but when it comes to the mouth, it is just the same faint "Long time no see".

"……Feel sorry."

In the end, Ashe lowered her head and said softly: "I almost forgot."

This is indeed a very hurtful remark, especially in the current atmosphere.

But the silver-haired woman seemed to have expected it a long time ago. She retracted her head against the window, straightened her sitting position, bit the half-burned cigar to her mouth, took another puff, and exhaled a circle of smoke. Lightly said:

"Well, I know."