The melodious sound of the violin echoed through the room. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The slender and slender fingers continue to pull out beautiful notes, which make people indulge in it unconsciously.

The breeze occasionally lifted the curtains, bringing the scent of orchids in the window pots into the indoor air, as if embellishing this beautiful music in a special way.

"Sure enough, if you haven't done something for a long time, you'll get born, and it's like a noise, you won't hate it, right?"

At this point, the violin player put down the instrument in his hand and spoke in a self-deprecating tone. It is a calm male voice, but the tone is slightly high-pitched.

(I don't hate it.) )

The sound of the sticky note being torn off immediately rang out, and Surgut shook his head and held up the freshly written note.

(But...... I can't talk about liking it. )

Surgut showed up his next note.

(Because the song is so sad.) )

After a brief silence, the first voice chuckled softly.

Instead of looking at Surgut, he walked gently to the window and put his hand in the kettle, sprinkling a few drops of water on the surface of the orchid.

I carefully used a brush to clean up the dirt that had attached to the outside of the pot. He said as if to himself, "I thought you'd like it...... But...... This song resonates very well with my current mood. ”

"I, ah, often wonder if I'm a hopeless fool."

He kept saying as if he was sighing.

"I know what will happen in the future, but I will continue to do it without changing at all. Is it cowardice? Or something else?

Although he said that he didn't care, he was very anxious in his heart, and this feeling of being powerless to change while watching what he didn't want to happen getting closer and closer was really bad. ”

After a pause, he continued:

"I've said it many times, and I know that you can't accept my advice now, but I still want to say - it's too late to stop, just give up! I'm begging you, please don't do this again.

There must be other solutions, and as long as we wait patiently, maybe there will be a turnaround. ”

"This is already ...... The best way to do it. ”

Surgut's sea-blue eyes revealed an unchangeable firmness, and he endured the pain and made a hoarse voice.

"Sure enough, it turned out exactly as expected. If you give up, you won't be so highly rated in my mind.

That's why I'm willing to follow you in the first place.

But...... Honestly, I really hope you don't get such a high rating. ”

The expression on Surgut's doll-like face was still monotonous, only the eyes kept changing.

She was silent, letting the atmosphere fall into a brief silence.

The first voice spoke again, breaking the status quo. Say it in a joking tone......

"In the future, my cemetery must be planted in a place full of orchids, and only this moderate fragrance can make me feel calm.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to trick the corpse into crawling out of the grave and bring disaster to the world. ”

"You're not going to die."

Surgut said in her hoarse but magnetic voice.

"Who knows?" He smiled and asked, "But if you die, I won't be alive." ”

(Why?) )

Surgut didn't speak again because of the pain in his throat, but lifted the written note paper vigorously.

The handwriting on the sticky notes was heavy, the ink seeped into the next one, and there were small holes pierced by the tip of the pen at the end.

"I don't even understand it myself, but it's not a lie. Watching you die and live alone......

-- I can't do it. ”

Without waiting for Surgut to reply, he smiled and returned to where he was standing.

The sound of the emotional violin sounded again, and Surgut turned around expressionlessly, the newly implanted "crystal" on his forehead reflecting a metallic sheen in the sunlight.

***

"How so?!"

The cigar man shouted inwardly.

In fact, that's all he can do now.

"I'm the leader of the thermal power department! It's a faction leader! What the hell have you done to me! ”

He screamed with rage, but the gauze in his mouth turned into a meaningless [whine] sound.

Looking at the iron chains that bound his hands, the cigar man's grief became even heavier, and the blue tendons on his forehead burst out.

(It's clear that something as fragile as a plastic toy usually breaks when touched, so why can't I break free now?) )

From a dignified faction leader to a prisoner at the mercy of others. This gap made him grit his teeth, but he was helpless.

What's going on?

The cigar man struggled to think about it in his mind.

But there is so little to remember, because what happened before was only a moment.

He vaguely remembered what had happened after the meeting when the man known as Nameless had come up with a device that could erase the difference between humans and elves.

At that time, he was furious, and did not believe that there was such a thing, but only thought that Surgut must be hiding something.

Enraged, he slapped the table and tried to force his way through a proposal to deprive Surgut of all decision-making power.

Originally, according to my own assumption, things should have happened smoothly.

As the leader of the faction, he has S-rank strength, and with more than half of his supporters present, it should be reasonable to defeat Surgut, who is injured.

But reality slapped him hard.

In the face of his threat of force, Surgut, who usually always backed down, became more tough.

Then came his head-to-head clash with Surgut.

But the so-called head-to-head confrontation did not even exceed a second.

The moment Surgut's attack was unleashed, he knew he had no chance of winning.

That power can't be matched at all, Rao is S-level strength has become a scum with a combat power of five in front of the other party.

But why did he wake up so fragile after being knocked unconscious?

(It's as weak as a human.) )

He grumbled inwardly.

(By the way, it must have been that time, and the guy with no name said it.)

Is it true that the elves lose their power and become ordinary people? It's ridiculous! This kind of self-plucking thing...... Do you really dare to do ......)

"You bastards will regret it!"

He slammed his body against the door of the room where he was being held, cursing loudly. Although he was gagged, he could only make an incomprehensible [whine] sound.