In 1843, Svetnes was still not out of the quagmire of economic crisis. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's not about old Henry lying on a bench in Sophie's Park. After all, for an old man with only an old coat draped over his body and fifteen Lukes in his pockets, he would rather find a warm place to take a hot shower and sleep on a soft mattress.

There weren't many people in the park at noon, and no one was going to wander around at this point. The park benches cast by the warm sunlight were a rare place for old Henry to take a break.

But I can't sleep a little today. A cool breeze blew, and old Henry sat up.

Put on the coat on his body, looked at the gray magpie perched on the tree not far away, and couldn't help but curse.

Damn winter.

The three months of the year that give him the most headaches have arrived.

But he was not at a loss, as a declining aristocrat with a higher education, who had traveled to the gardens of Fontainebleau and ran a cloth shop in Versailles, he prided himself to be different from the beggars.

If you give a few tuks out of sympathy for this shivering old man crouching in the corner, he will probably pick up those coins and smash them in your face.

Respect the homeless man in front of you, he's not a beggar!

On more than one occasion, he spoke viciously to the young aristocratic couples who gave him alms.

For this ruffian old man who has been in this generation for a long time, the security police are basically too lazy to care. There are many declining aristocrats like him who have lost all their possessions due to economic crisis or other reasons, and this kind of person is harmless to many people and animals, which is different from those who grew up in the slums.

One day, you'll die in some nameless corner, so just leave it alone.

It's not that there are no ways to improve the situation. Even old Henry has a few old guys who used to work together to go over and go over.

But he never had the intention of doing so.

Even, in order to avoid the old fellows from finding him, he left Versailles in the south and came to the capital of the country alone.

The old folks may one day suddenly find out that this old friend is no longer in touch, and think he is dead.

That's exactly what he wants.

Everyone is a decent person, and no one is inferior to anyone until death, so that's it.

Getting up from the bench, old Henry walked towards the side entrance to the park.

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This wasn't the first winter Henry Sr. had spent in Campbell at sixty years old.

The so-called "winter hunting" has long had its own considerations.

As a winter shelter of choice for decent people, it certainly does not choose to spend time in prison like those who have nothing to do.

Squatting is no longer suitable for an old man like him.

His choice, a large dilapidated coffin room at the intersection of Ward 10 and 11, was a pleasant place to live.

Since the great plague more than a decade ago, cremation has been found as a cheaper burial method, and since then Campbell's civilians have rarely bought coffins.

Many of these abandoned coffin houses were used by the authorities as shelters for the homeless, and Henry Sr. was one of them.

Pushing the door in, a few familiar ruffians gathered together to play crumpled cards.

Go inside and sit down in your own nest.

There are a few fewer people this year than last year, and it is really not as good as a year.

Stand up and look around the corner.

There was no coffin nest in the corner of the house, but a thick roll of thatch still on the ground showed that it had been inhabited not long ago.

But at this moment, the seat in the corner was vacant, and the figure of a young man who should have been curled up there did not appear there.

It was a young beggar who suddenly appeared near the 10th arrondissement last winter.

The harvest was very sluggish that year, and it had little effect on the nobles, but the neighborhoods from Campbell's 10th arrondissement back were inhabited by people who starved to death.

His Majesty the Emperor issued a symbolic relief order, and all registered with the Campbell authorities, whether poor or homeless, received a large piece of bread from the police station in their local neighborhood every week.

The effect of relief is not mentioned for the time being, but it can be regarded as a means of prolonging the breath.

But old Henry knew then that this guy was probably going to die.

There aren't many black-haired and black-eyed Svetnes, but there are some.

It's just that this guy is obviously not dumb, but he never says a word, and in just a few days, the well-informed old Henry guessed the truth - this guy is a damn stowaway.

The usual smuggler would carry some money and food, but the one in front of him was penniless, not even a decent coat, and then speculated that it was very likely that he was a wanted criminal from another country.

Old Henry told the people in the room about this inference, and the people began to be indignant.

If nothing else, just coming to the city to share a mouthful of food in this season when the big guy can't eat enough, there is also a need to beat him.

At this moment, several good deeds of different factions in the room were united as never before.

Old Henry didn't go up to make a kick, and watched the scene with cold eyes. The young man looked a little surprised when he received the first punch, after all, he was also safe in the past few days living in the house, but he obviously didn't know that in the slums it was not safe to be beaten.

More often than not, catharsis violence doesn't need a reason.

After being knocked to the ground, he picked up his head, and this act of protecting only the most important parts of his body without making any resistance made the beating even more intense. Probably the most burly of Legov couldn't hold back his hand, and the young man coughed up a big pool of blood from a punch to the stomach.

Probably coughing up blood caused everyone to hesitate, and they all stopped and lay back in their coffins.

Perhaps fearing that he would be told that he had seen blood, Le Goff took a few steps away and went back to make up for the young man who had fallen to the ground and vomited blood.

While smugglers may not have the identity of the authorities, it is a sin to beat people to death alive. The people in the room have their own ghosts, and of course no one will be willing to carry this black cauldron.

The beaten young man lay there for a long time, and even when old Henry had the illusion that the guy was dead, he suddenly moved again and sat up strongly.

It was idle anyway, old Henry looked at the young man.

He has seen too much bullying like this, and even if he is not a stowaway, he will be charged a shelter fee if he wants to find a place to stay in the house. In the eyes of these old hooligans in the house, although this is a shelter provided by the authorities, it is the house they live in, and if they want to live in it and share their air, they will naturally have to pay the price.

It's just that when this young man with a blue nose and swollen face and a bloody mouth at the corner of his mouth did it, old Henry raised his eyebrows.

The look of fear or hatred that I thought I would see did not appear at all.

Although his expression was a little sluggish, his eyes were clear.

That kind of gaze is somewhat familiar to old Henry, and it is the gaze of only people with a certain strong will to survive and life ideals.

Once upon a time, he and his fellows used that to look at the business world of Versailles.

But now, old Henry could only feel a little jealousy.

After resting for about half an hour, and as if he had gained enough strength to move his body, the young man struggled to his feet.

Quite a few people's eyes hit him.

But he apparently had no intention of seeking revenge from someone who had beaten him, of course, perhaps because he didn't have the physical strength, and staggered out of the house.

At that time, old Henry thought that this guy should be gone, maybe he didn't survive one and would freeze to death tonight.

The lad was once again surprised by his expectations.

When it was about to get dark, he came back with the thatch he had begged for from nowhere.

Did you come back......? Don't worry too much about it.

As night fell, only the flickering candle in the middle of the room shone slightly.

This young man didn't make it to a good time, let's see how many days he can live.

With this thought in mind, old Henry fell into a deep sleep with his coat covered.

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The next day, everyone got up at dawn and walked in the direction of the police station.

It's the time to receive the relief food every week.

Old Henry walked ahead and found that the young man had staggered not far behind the crowd.

After entering the police station, the young man quickened his pace and followed him into the office.

Old Henry walked through the process to get his share of bread, and as he walked out the door, he leaned aside and watched the young man walk in with ill intent.

This young man really has a bit of thought. Do you think you can be given bread together?

Unfortunately, due to the language barrier, he did not know that His Majesty the Emperor's relief was limited to the city of Campbell, and did not care about the hungry people from outside. I can understand that such a big disaster cannot be managed even if I want to.

Sure enough, an argument broke out in the room immediately.

The guy stammered, pretending to be dumb and trying to get past the questioning, but was then whipped to his knees with a baton and fell to the ground.

Probably trying to give an example to those who were going to take the relief food, they were released after a series of beatings and kicks.

Old Henry, who was guarding the door, saw the limping young man come out, and was about to laugh at him.

After all, I waited so long to have some fun and make fun of it.

However, after making eye contact with this young man covered in blood, old Henry only opened his mouth, and for some reason, swallowed the words back into his stomach.

The young man nodded to him as a greeting, and staggered out of the police station.

That evening, the young man found him, and with great difficulty gesturing with his hands, and writing the name of the police station on the ground, at last old Henry understood what he meant.

This guy wants to go to the police station to prove his identity in order to obtain residency in this city.

In exchange, he was willing to give all the bread he received each week to old Henry.

This guy is shit lucky, old Henry thought.

It is permissible to register with relatives and friends, but there are strict conditions, that is, the sponsor must be a registered nobleman, otherwise the authorities will not recognize it.

I didn't expect that my empty name of Lord would come in handy in my lifetime, and the old guy sighed.

The law about Zhulian has long been abolished, and I am not afraid that this guy will do anything in his name. When the sponsor could easily exchange it for a piece of bread a week, old Henry had no reason to refuse.

But at the same time, he was very curious, and gave himself the only mouthful of life-saving food, how did this young man plan to live?

It turned out that he was overly worried, and once he happened to see this guy mixed in with a pile of beggars, muttering to the passing civilians: "Please give me a stutter!"

Old Henry couldn't help laughing, this guy probably didn't even know what he was talking about, but he was also in a lively mind, and he knew that the bread that waited for the nuns to give alms every day on the other side of the square had survived in the first few weeks.

Until the first snowfall of winter arrives.

This time, the young man could not have survived.

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At first just constant coughing.

Perhaps it was due to the lack of adaptation to the soil and water, or perhaps it was due to overwork, and two days later, the young man began to have a fever, and then began to develop herpes on his mouth.

Lobar pneumonia - This disease is very famous in Campbell and many people know about it. That's probably why this guy wasn't kicked out of the house as if he had the plague.

While this is a good excuse to chase people, it is surprisingly not many people have done it during this period.

Perhaps out of the last mercy of a human being, or perhaps the sorrow of a dead rabbit and a fox, the old ruffians in the house, though they scolded the young man, who had been coughing all day and getting weaker and weaker day by day, and accused the ruffian of making them sleep, but they did not do anything excessive.

After all, a penniless smuggler who doesn't even speak the language is almost equated with death when he falls ill with the disease in a winter house.

Old Henry also thought he was going to die.

It's not like there's no cure, but first of all, you need to stay warm and rest.

The young man did not even have a decent coat on him, and he was still begging for his daily rations in the cold, which was the main reason why his condition had worsened for several days.

He also seemed to realize that his health was deteriorating, and began to anxiously look for a solution, but in the end it was still in vain before he fell ill.

The slum boundaries were so cruel that he wasn't the first to die of the disease, and he wouldn't be the last.

The last thing this guy did seemed to be to pick a lot of leaves from the bitter tree in front of the big house.

The bitter tree is one of the most common evergreens in Svetenes, adding a green life to the city during the harsh winters.

Old Henry, of course, knew that this thing could not have any healing effect, so he regarded the young man's behavior as his last stubborn resistance before he died.

The young man finally fell ill, and at first he was able to drink some water, but then he gradually lost the strength to get up and drink water.

Everyone always thought he was dead, but his occasional cough or two seemed to vomit out of his lungs to indicate that there was still breath.

One day, he suddenly coughed loudly, and then vomited blood into the thatch.

That's probably the end of it. Old Henry thought so.

Although he has gone through all kinds of situations, his feelings are still a little complicated when he sees a young man being deprived of his life little by little in front of his eyes.

But even this could not allow the body to stay in the house overnight.

When twilight came, the old ruffians winked at each other, and old Henry sighed at this, and took the lead in setting out towards the young man, who had been motionless since the beginning.

Let those scoundrels do it, and they will inevitably strip the poor young man of his clothes, and maybe just throw away the body at the intersection of the street.

If you drag the body out of the health bureau by yourself, you can always leave a decent way to die.

Then, old Henry, who walked slowly to the young man's side, saw a scene that shocked him.

Old Henry's life can be regarded as ups and downs, experiencing strong winds and waves, and seeing all the states of the world.

At the age of sixty, he no longer felt that there was anything in this world that could shake him.

But he held his breath.

The young man had always turned his back to the crowd, and they all thought that the young man was long dead.

Old Henry saw that the young man's eyes were still open, although he was sluggish.

and slightly moving on the ground.

As if he didn't feel anything, the young man spat out the green residue in his mouth, and with all his strength, took another leaf from his lips into his mouth and began to chew it.

Old Henry hesitated.

As a rule of thumb, the disease has progressed to such an extent that even the strongest person should have died a long time ago.

He couldn't understand why the child was still alive.

The only possible thing was the leaf he chewed in his mouth.

Old Henry leaned over and tore off a bitter leaf from a branch that lay beside his mouth.

I put it in my mouth.

Then immediately spit it out.

There was only one taste that stayed in his mind - bitterness.

To be honest, he had never tasted such an unpleasant bitterness in his life, and even if he only tasted it slightly, the bitterness seemed to spread in his mouth, making him grin.

"What are you doing, old Henry, hurry up and drag the people away, it will stink for a while. ”

"It stinks, it's stinky enough, get rid of it. ”

While the impatient voice remembered, old Henry didn't even have the leisure to explain.

"This guy ...... He ......"

There was no conclusive evidence, but looking at the eyes that were blank but seemed to be straining all their strength to open wide, old Henry was convinced of one thing.

This young man had long known that he could no longer open his eyes as soon as he closed them.

But for some purpose, he had a strong desire to live.

In order to live, you can't close your eyes.

So...... In order to keep his eyes open, he kept chewing on the miserable leaves with his last strength.

Stimulation through bitterness...... Let him keep the last shred of sanity.

He tried all the methods, even went to beg for **, but he couldn't get a tuk to use as medicine.

The inability to communicate with anyone, and the fear of dying in a foreign land, would have died of despair if I had been myself.

When he refused his last resort to borrow medical expenses, and when he was tormented by illness and couldn't get up, he still had hope of living?

The stimulation of the bitter taste, the clarity that keeps the mind for a moment, is only a moment of pain.

There was no hope in front of him, but he was still unwilling to take his last breath, and he persevered, waiting for the impossible salvation.

Should he be called stupid?

It was like an electric current, a force that pointed directly at the heart of the people, and the old Henry was shocked and unable to move.

It was -- a strong will to live, this young man, he wanted to live no matter what.

Old Henry had seen many sick and starved people, and he had seen the bodies struggling when death came, but he had never seen such a scene.

The silence, chewing on the leaves seemed to be a satire of his years of malaise, and the young man's godless and even empty eyes seemed to have a special power that made old Henry re-examine his life for a moment.

At this moment, he suddenly had a strong will.

He had to know what was the reason that kept this young man alive.

This kid ...... Maybe show yourself the way.

Sitenness has been a land of romanticism since ancient times. Both nobles and commoners uphold a free and easy style.

The moment old Henry recovered from his shock, he made a decision.

"Legov, is this coat worth five Lukes?"

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Henry Sr.'s generous spending of ten Lukes (one thousand tucks) of medicine eventually helped the young man survive his first winter in Campbell.

The two of them made friends, and of course, the young man benefited from not having to hand in his share of bread every week.

And old Henry was the first to appreciate the power of this will.

The young man barely had a moment to rest, and had been running all day to the commercial district before the last snow of winter had dissipated, and had found two tuks a day's errand work at the leather importer.

In his spare time, he spent time comparing with old Henry, and learning the language of Sitenis.

Eventually, it took less than a year for the young man to be able to communicate with him in Sweet, Campbell.

And before he fully learned the language, he couldn't wait to ask the question that had puzzled him for a long time.

"For the sake of ...... My baby. The other party replied in a language that he was not very fluent in.

Old Henry was a little surprised: "Son, daughter?"

The other party shook his head: "However, it's my relatives." ”

The other party probably can't express the higher-level words, maybe they want to talk about people like nephews.

"To be honest, if you want to make money, it's not a good choice to come to Svetense at this time. ”

Although there are many precedents for self-made stowaways to become rich in business in Campbell and even crown themselves as nobles, it is obviously not a height that a young stowaway who is not even prepared for the winter can achieve.

Fortunately, this guy's brain is very active, so he won't die in the first place. Later, he even suddenly hooked up with a young nun in the church at some point.

Old Henry was happy for a long time after discovering this secret, and of course, when he made fun of the young man to his face, the other party would refute it. and secretly took out a book from the shabby baggage and showed it to old Henry.

Only then did I know that this guy had quietly asked the nun to fetch local books from the church.

Literacy was obviously many times more difficult than learning to speak, and old Henry wondered why this guy was so eager to learn to read.

Of course, stealing the books of the church is a matter that needs to be kept secret, and old Henry will not go around publicizing it because of this, but is more interested in the matter between this young man named Mo Ming and the little nun.

Maybe this young man has nothing to worry about his children, but the other party doesn't necessarily think much.

If he knew that he was going to approach the girl, then it has to be said that he did a very shameless but excellent job.

Old Henry was also a suave man when he was young, and he didn't have much prejudice against this kind of thing, and he didn't think he was a good person, so he only had a neutral attitude towards Mo Ming's approach.

Sometimes, the observation of the young man's manners was amused by old Henry, and he used it as a pastime of leisure.

After a long time, whether it is conversation or words and deeds, a sense of restlessness can be seen from this young man's body.

But after all, it is a young man, and it is normal to be not satisfied with the comfort of worry-free food and clothing in the corner of the humble house, not to mention ...... They also have family members thousands of miles away to take care of.

Old Henry thought that maybe he could write a history of the young man's struggle, and maybe someone would read it.

But in his short aristocratic career, he didn't actually read a few storybooks, and he didn't have confidence in writing at all.

Until one day, there were only two people in the room, him and old Henry, who was lying in a straw pile catching lice.

When this young man named Mo Ming was reading a book in the room, he suddenly raised his head and said, "I want to end this dynasty." ”

"What?" said old Henry, with his hands behind his back, scratching at the itch on his back.

After a while, old Henry finally reacted: "Is it against the emperor?"

This is nothing new, and it is not a matter of a day or two for the lads of the 11th and 12th districts to engage in this kind of revolutionary propaganda, and it is said that even quite a few radical young aristocrats are involved.

Old Henry was not a conservative class among the aristocracy, and if he could eat enough and live in a good house, he would lose his title that existed in name only.

But now, of course, he doesn't have the heart and energy to participate in this kind of mess.

Hearing Mo Ming mention it, he laughed instead: "I know you want to do something, but it's better for young people to spare their lives and don't ...... on impulse."

"It's not impulsive," Mo Ming said solemnly, "I've been running to District 13 lately, what do you think I'm going to do?"

Thus, old Henry understood the young man's determination.

But at the same time, he was also curious that the revolutionary circle, which had always been secretive, could not be easily integrated into it by an outsider of unknown origin who enthusiastically shouted two slogans.

How can he gain trust?

Until one day three months later, Mo Ming answered his doubts.

"I'm going to assassinate the Marquis de Danielle. ”

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Originally, everything was planned.

The assassination of the Marquis de Danielle to gain the trust of the Revolutionary Army was only the smallest part, and Mo Ming's goal was to go to the Bastille.

The secret plot to storm the Bastille was a message that Mo Ming painstakingly extracted from the mouth of one of these young men, an aristocratic young man who seemed to be one of the leaders.

Based on this information, Mo Ming began to plan her own actions.

The fortress-like prison of Bastille, located in Campbell's 6th arrondissement, has a secret that has been passed down to the people. Many people know that many political prisoners, revolutionary pioneers and other heavyweights were imprisoned there - and legend has it that there was a mysterious royal nobleman with an iron mask.

If you can enter the Bastille with a purpose, find out the situation first, and even hook up with the nobles who are imprisoned, then ...... At the moment when the guns of revolution are sounded, as an internal response to the external response, many things that follow may have a surprising effect.

Mo Ming's volunteerism has been widely questioned by young people.

Campbell has three prisons, of which the Bastille, as it is known, holds only political prisoners. Even if the notorious Marquis de Danielle had been assassinated, how could he have been assured that he would be imprisoned in the Bastille and not in any other prison, or even put to death?

So Mo Ming revealed his dependence, a symbol secretly recorded in the canons of the Church.

It is the icon of another religious extremist organization that has been working against the church and has clearly conflicted doctrines.

This hidden force has been fighting against the Church for hundreds of years, and its members are not afraid of death, and few of their members are captured alive.

Thus, the chances of leaving the Assassin's symbol behind and remaining silent after being captured and imprisoned in the Bastille rather than being executed become very significant.

"Gentlemen, we need an opportunity," perhaps it was this fearless spirit of martyrdom that silenced the young people, and Mo Ming's words revealed a contagious force that pointed directly to the hearts of the people, "Campbell has been silent for too long, and Svetenis needs a new, people's independent regime!"

At that moment, Mo Ming took out several documents he had prepared in advance and spread them out on the table.

It contains detailed records of what the revolutionary army should have planned secretly during the period of his imprisonment, the local forces that should be appealed to before the uprising, the opportunities that need to be seized at the Estates-General six months later, the distribution of local forces and mercenaries that should be guarded against in the final uprising, and the system of constituent assembly that should be drawn up as soon as possible after the successful establishment of municipal administration in the uprising.

Mo Ming knew that the real leaders of the revolutionary army would not attend such small-scale meetings, but as long as these documents were likely to reach the hands of those people, they could serve as a reference and play a positive role in promoting them to a certain extent, and it would be in vain for him to draw on the thoughts of history as a descendant.

At the meeting, Baron Eugène, who was only twenty-five years old, read all the documents and took a deep look at the black-haired young man of unknown origin.

He said: "I suddenly had the feeling that it might be a waste of talent for you to go undercover in the Bastille. ”

However, Mo Ming, who was standing across the table, just smiled shyly: "Since there is always someone to do...... If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?"

Telling cold Chinese jokes that no one can understand.

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Mo Ming assured them that if he succeeded in being imprisoned in the Bastille, he would be confident that he would be able to get in touch with the inmates in the other rooms, even if it was a single cell.

When asked the reason, Mo Ming kept it a secret, and was probably regarded by others as fearless blind confidence.

Although he had reservations about Mo Ming's sworn statement, he decided to cooperate with Mo Ming's actions considering that even if the implementation of this plan failed, there would be no loss.

His hole cards are not told to anyone......

It was a book called "Introduction to Space Magic" in a library in a library in another world far away, and although it was only half-understood, it memorized the most practical parts of it in his mind by rote memorization.

It may take decades or hundreds of years to comprehend this magic guide book, but thanks to the guidance of senior witches, he has gradually been able to perform two of the most practical magic in the past few months.

This is his last trump card.

Everything was going according to plan until one afternoon.

In the summer, no one usually stays in the big house, and when Mo Ming was reading alone, Le Goff suddenly laughed and kicked in the door.

The burly body of the old ruffian stood in front of Mo Ming, looking down at the thin black-haired young man menacingly.

"Lao Tzu heard about those things about your kid, don't say anything else, ten Luke a month, I promise not to tell the whistle. ”

Mo Ming frowned.

Sure enough, everything is afraid of pig-like teammates, and it seems that the assassination that has been planned all this time needs to be carried out sooner, and it is nothing more than a little longer in prison.

"I don't have that much money," Mo Ming pulled out the only fifty grams of savings on his body, "I only have so much." ”

Le Goff snatched it and then sneered.

"This Lao Tzu doesn't care, even if you go to sell your ass, one less son, Lao Tzu will first go to the thirteenth district and tell them that you are a smuggler, and then go to the Marquis's Mansion to report you, and then arrest you on both sides, see if your kid dies?"

Mo Ming has seen a lot of this kind of person.

They believe that there are only two kinds of people in the world - one is a gentleman who is capable of doing evil and does evil, and the other is a villain who is not capable of doing evil and is full of benevolence and morality. Of course, there may be a third type - the fool who has the ability to do evil and does not do it. After all, the three views are different, and it is useless to reason with him.

Finally, as if he had made up his mind, Mo Ming sighed.

"In the forest on the outskirts of the city, I have a necklace buried, which was originally a souvenir left to me by my relatives, if you want, go with me to get it. ”

So, from this day on, Le Goff disappeared from everyone's sight.

Although she had been mentally prepared for a long time, when the day really came, Mo Ming was still panicked.

He threw the blood-stained dagger into the river and crouched there to wash his hands.

Keep washing, keep washing......

The blood on your hands, the blood on your clothes, can always be washed off.

But...... Some things don't wash.

In a trance, he remembered that he had worked in the Prophet's Intelligence Bureau.

By the way, why did he flee from there......

Why go to all the trouble of staying away from those horrible people......

"I ...... Killed ......"

The young man, who was on the verge of collapse, cried out in a low voice.

He remembered.

In the end, he became the person he hated - a cruel executioner.

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Opening his eyes, Mo Ming looked at the dark beams in a daze.

When I turned to the side, I smelled the reassuring smell of tatami mats, and it was a shrine.

Somehow these days, I always feel a little uneasy.

I can dream of things from decades ago, but have I been too tired lately?

I tried to use my elbows to prop up my body, but my body suddenly went limp.

I see...... I have a cold.

Illness will reduce people's willpower, and they will always become sad.

No wonder he dreamed of what happened at that time, Mo Ming smiled.

Speaking of which, it was a painful time.

But in the end, it was overcome.

Struggling to sit up, he lifted the quilt, pulled out the fire fold from the side of the bed, and lit the oil lamp.

Let's go to the doctor in the room at dawn, and now, go to the kitchen to find something to eat.

Satiety can stabilize upset emotions.

The days of tribulation are over.

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At night, the water glass next to the bed was empty.

Reimu got up and pushed open the door to find some water to drink.

"I drank too much wine during the day, and I was so thirsty. Reimu rubbed her eyes in one hand and walked towards the kitchen with a teacup in the other.

It's been a few days since the festival, but youkai have been coming to the shrine and clamoring for a banquet.

Probably because of the excitement of the festival in the red people, almost every day after that, the shrine would be visited by youkai, and eventually somehow it developed into a situation where everyone drank together.

Even tomorrow, the monsters took care of themselves as the day to come to the shrine for a banquet.

As she passed by Mo Ming's room, Reimu spotted the candlelight shining through the crack in the door.

"Teacher?"

Gently pushing the door, Mo Ming was not found in the room.

I walked all the way to the kitchen.

The candle was burning, but Mo Ming was not seen at first sight.

"Old ~ teacher ~ is ~ stealing ~ eating?"

Reimu probed her brain with her hands behind her back and walked into the kitchen step by step.

Very surprised, in the corner of the kitchen, I found Mo Ming squatting in the corner of the kitchen, holding a pancake in his hand.

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"Huh...... Why is the teacher sitting here?"

It's not uncommon to get hungry in the middle of the night to eat.

But the teacher was sitting on the ground now, and the look on his face that he was dazed by hearing her voice somehow made Reimu's heart sour.

After hesitating for about two seconds, Mo Ming's blank look faded and returned to his old smile.

"Ah, Reimu, why did you wake up in the middle of the night?"

"There is no water in the room, come and drink water...... How's the teacher?"

"It's okay, I'm a little hungry," Mo Ming shook her head with a smile, "There's still some crepes on the table, do you want to have some?"

Reimu shook her head.

"Didn't the teacher eat enough at the banquet during the day?"

Reimu blamed herself a little, and during the day, she drank with those monsters, but she didn't find out......

"No, no, it's just that I suddenly want to eat something," Mo Ming took a slight bite of the pancake in his hand, "You see, people are always inexplicable sometimes, and suddenly want to do something......"

Reimu walked over to the kettle and filled the teacup.

It was boiling water that had not been used up in the bath water that had been boiled in the middle of the night, and it was still slightly steaming.

Walked over and handed the teacup to Mo Ming.

"Thank you. Mo Ming took it and drank all the water in the cup.

"Speaking of which...... I've always had a question," taking the cup handed back by Mo Ming, Lingmeng blinked and asked, "It feels like the teacher is ......"

After a moment's hesitation, he continued.

"When I came back from there, I seem to have become more concerned about food and drink. ”

"Yes, I remember teaching you to cook when Reimu was a kid?"

"Teaching is teaching, but," Reimu pouted, thinking for a moment, "although it just feels like the teacher has become more concerned about food than before?"

"Well...... Maybe," Mo Ming sat on the ground and smiled, "Lingmeng seems to be quite happy these days, is it really the reason why there are more festivals and banquets?"

"Hehe," Reimu refilled the cup with water, learned Mo Ming drank it all, took a long breath, and replied with a smile, "The teacher doesn't know, right? At the festival, a lot of children talked to me~ in the village." ”

"Oh, that's good news. Mo Ming was stunned for a moment, and then laughed too.

He understood that although the girl had always seemed to care about anything on the surface, in fact, the village's opinion of the Hirori witch was gradually beginning to be a little concerned.

The little witch has finally grown up.

Mo Ming smiled and looked at the girl in front of her.

Lingmeng tilted her head, walked in front of Mo Ming, and squatted down.

"Teacher?"

"Reimu, as a division commander, I have a piece of advice. ”

"What, what?" The other party's suddenly serious look made Reimu stiffen.

"No matter when, no matter what the reason," Mo Ming said slowly, "don't kill anyone." ”

“…… Huh?!" The jumpiness of the topic made the girl's mind unable to turn the corner for a while.

"Even if it's a heinous person, don't kill people," Mo Ming repeated, "...... Perhaps in Gensokyo, violence can solve most of the problems. ”

"But I hope that little part remains...... If so, leave it to me. ”

The girl in front of her has killed countless monsters, but what Mo Ming is emphasizing at the moment is not monsters, but humans.

"But, but ......"

Lingmeng, who came back to his senses, was between Mo Ming's serious expression, and thought of a certain possibility: "But ......"

If it is someone who threatens the life of the teacher......

"No," Mo Ming frowned, and said in a deep voice, "It's not a witch, but as a human being, no matter what reason you kill your own people, your soul will be defiled." ”

"Teacher ......"

"In my eyes, Reimu is pure and immaculate...... So," Mo Ming looked sad, as if she was planning to impress the girl in front of her with this, "Even if it is to satisfy my willfulness as a teacher, promise me, Reimeng, you won't kill anyone." ”

This kind of Qi Ran's expression Mo Ming is often put on a posture, and it often appears in order to impress Reimu and apply for laziness, but at this moment, there seems to be some subtle difference.

Finally, Reimu sighed.

"Okay, I'll agree to the wayward teacher's wayward request, then," Reimu smiled, "in exchange for ......"

The words were not finished.

Mo Ming stretched out her arm and took the body of the girl squatting in front of her into her arms.

"Yike?...... Hmmm......"

With a soft cry of surprise, the young shrine maiden was speechless.

He just closed his eyes with a slight blush.

"In exchange," Mo Ming whispered, stroking the girl's black hair, "please let me stay here all the time." ”

"Hmm. There was a soft, barely audible, cat-like hum from his arms.

Reimu...... I'm proud of you. ”

Long.

As if sensing the man's body leaning to the side, Lingmeng raised his head slightly to look at Mo Ming.

The man with his eyes closed closed fell asleep against the wall.

The girl let out a mournful cry.

Eventually, Reimu notices that something is wrong.

Late autumn is approaching, and the temperature is gradually cooling, and the teacher has been sitting on the ground since then......

The Hakurei shrine maiden, trembling slightly, reached out and touched the man's cheek.

It had just looked like a faint candle light that seemed to be shining, and now the familiar man's cheeks were gradually turning pale.

She knelt down and leaned forward.

Pressing his forehead against the teacher's forehead, the heat from his skin was hot.

Sit on the ground...... Originally...... Do you not have the strength to stand up?

"Ah...... Ah......h

What did you do...... What are you paying attention to......

The teacher is sick......

Immediate treatment is needed!

But why is he so sad all of a sudden, that he can't even move?

Taught by this man since childhood, the girl never suppressed her emotions.

buried his head back in the arms of Mo Ming, who was in a coma, and cried out because of the sudden and inexplicable sadness he felt.

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Old Henry's name is a tribute to O. Henry, author of The Police and the Hymn. In addition, the 10,000-word update was sent.

PS: I don't want to hear these words.

From the beginning, he was just an ordinary male protagonist, maybe he did a lot of things that are difficult for ordinary people to do, and it is inseparable from his natural talent, but I hope someone can understand that he did it with love rather than the aura of the protagonist.

There are many decisive people in the world, and they are not characters made up out of thin air in novels. But this has nothing to do with Mo Ming.

Mo Ming's grief because his hands were stained with blood, not because of the guilt of his soul, but just because he felt sad that he was gone.

Similarly, Mo Ming doesn't want Reimu to kill people, it's not the Virgin's disease, and it has nothing to do with the so-called Virgin. I hope someone can understand that the warning that his child will get sick after eating poisonous mushrooms is because parents are very concerned about poisonous mushrooms? In fact, it has nothing to do with poisonous mushrooms, he is just watching his children from beginning to end.

Speaking of which, this chapter was originally intended to be a chapter on the joyful banquet of the shrine, but in the end, a chapter with completely different feelings was written.

I probably watched a video on station b.,My mood was a little touched.,Recommend it-av1192618,Write the highest tribute to a man's life-father。

Even though you have an outline in your hand and know where to write, even if you know where to go, there are still a hundred different paths that you can freely choose to lead to that predetermined destination. Different paths to the same end, maybe this is the charm of code words2333.

Finally, a poem is attached and placed in this chapter, which is also appropriate.

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"Rumors" -- Xi Murong

If all the wanderings are because of me

How can I

I don't love your weathered face

If the sorrows of the world / You have gone

Taste it all for me / How can I be

I don't love your haggard heart

They said, "You are old."

Hard as rock / And extremely cold

But no one knows / I'm still you

That deepest, softest corner

Tearful / and untouchable