Randall never forgot Gabriel's gentle words and eyes at that time. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

If I had to compare it, Randall thought it might be like the wind, the wind blowing from afar. With the scent of flowers, with the warmth of the sun, with the magic of calming people's hearts, passed by his ears, like the wind that blows away flowers, it separates pain from the soul. No matter how painful it is, it will calm down.

Randall's eyes were red.

He didn't want the tears to linger and was about to close his eyes, but he couldn't stop them.

You've done a great job - a short sentence has brought him back to the reality of his feet on the ground, as if he had woken up from a big dream, and the feeling of being alive began to return to his body little by little.

"Better?"

"Well, thank you."

He wiped away his tears and nodded.

Friend, who saved himself again and again, gentle words and eyes, each of which is worthy of saying thank you a thousand times and ten thousand times.

"You rest a little longer, we can't stay in one place for too long."

"Okay. That, Gabriel, actually...... Randall Schegwe is not my real name.'"

Randall thought that perhaps Gabriel had noticed something, or he wouldn't have said something like that to him. The first condition for making friends is to be honest with each other, and when it comes to this point, he doesn't want to hide it anymore.

"My real name is Randall Hatherland Stuart...... I'm actually an A-class citizen, and before I came here, I had been living in C-level Zone 3 for some reasons. You're right, these people should be aiming at me.'"

The alley fell silent for a moment.

"You...... Do you know what you're talking about?'

"I know very well."

"These should be top secrets, if they are known to the ill-intentioned, you will not be enough to die even if you are a nine-life cat. Even so, you still choose to tell me?'

"Yes, you're my friend."

A firm tone, without the slightest hesitation.

What a naïve and stupid firmness.

Gabriel suddenly felt like laughing.

Where did the guy in front of him come from, only people who grew up in a honey pot and did not pass through the world can easily say such words, innocent as lines that only appear in children's fairy tales. Does he really know what the consequences of what he says, what kind of place this is?

I don't know what the C-Class Region looks like, but this is the D-Class Sector 13 where I grew up, the only place in the Empire that borders the R-Sector.

It has the highest crime rate, the largest number of murderers, and the lowest crime solving rate in the empire, and the citizens here are mostly mediocre, insensitive, ignorant, unthinking, and extremely impetuous. The "blessed" conditions here have cultivated the unique "shadows" of the D-class region, and various anti-government organizations, killers, and bounty hunters lurk in the crowd like flies. When I could understand the language and learn to walk, my father began to teach me the dangers of the human heart, the methods and skills of self-preservation, and the ability to protect my mother.

"You must not trust others easily."

When teaching himself how to use a gun, my father used to warn him.

Trust is the same as dependence, and it is too dangerous to bet expectations on others without relying on yourself. Man is a creature that easily chooses to betray.

With these words, I am living here, protecting my mother, and I am still safe and sound. On the night when my father said goodbye, I put a mask on my body and mind, all in order to keep my promise with my father, to live, to protect my mother, and to wait for the day when he returns.

"But if you choose someone, or some people, to be your friend, then you have to learn to trust with all your heart, and true friends are always worth it."

…… Yes, my father seems to have said that, too.

True friends, wholehearted trust, this is something I would never have thought of, and may not be able to do in my lifetime.

However, the person who has only lived with me for more than a month in front of me trusts me and trusts me with his life.

I didn't know anything about me, so I made a unilateral and arbitrary decision.

Ridiculously stupid.

But......

He's brave, I have to admit that. So I can't completely deny him, or even leave him behind.

Perhaps, he can show me something interesting.

"Why are you here?"

"The school island created by the family is still being renovated.,I can't go to school.,The place where I originally lived was no longer safe after I became an A-class citizen.,My father and Mrs. Diana are friends.,So he entrusted me to Mrs. Diana.,Until the school island is renovated.』

"Become an A-class citizen?"

Gabriel frowned.

"Well, I was originally a B-class citizen. I live in a single-parent family, and two months ago, my mom ...... Mom she fell ill and died, and at the funeral the Duke suddenly appeared and told me the fact that he was my father.'

The story is clear.

An ordinary child who has been living in the C-class area is actually the illegitimate son of the Duke of the Empire, who recognized his father at his mother's funeral and became an A-class citizen.

It's like a third-rate novel, and Gabriel's mouth has a slightly mocking smile.

It is also not known whether he is lucky or unlucky. If it's just an ordinary A-class citizen, the guys lurking in the "shadows" won't use much of a battle. There are a total of 200,000 A-level citizens, and I am afraid that less than half of them are really useful. In the remaining 100,000 li, there are only about 3,000 people who hold the real power of the empire.

Three thousand people who really stood at the top of the empire.

Two months ago, Randall became one of those three thousand.

No wonder even snipers are in action, and a good sniper is not cheap to appear.

"I believe in you." Gabriel looked back at Randall's nervous face, and the corners of his mouth smiled, "It's a reward for you to trust me with your life, and I'll show you a good thing."

"What?"

Just as Randall asked, the sound of the wind rang in his ears.

He watched in amazement as Gabriel stretched out his left arm in front of him, as if one arm was about to hug something, and then the wind in his ears became even faster.

No, not the wind, it's the sound of wings waving.

The sound is getting closer, something is flying over!

However, there was nothing in sight, and he could see nothing but Gabriel.

Although there was no lighting in the alley, the visibility hovered between two and three meters depending on the flames that were burning at this time. Gabriel was standing right in front of him, how far was the two of them? A meter? Or is it a point and a half meter? The alley was only so wide, but he could even see the change in his expression, and he just couldn't see the source of the wind that was getting closer and closer almost enveloping Gabriel's whole person.

The dead leaves at his feet were swept away by the wind, making a few rustling sounds. He stretched out his arm to prevent the grit from flying into his eyes, and the long hair on the back of his head fluttered in the wind, and after a few seconds, it fell meekly over his shoulders again.

"Introducing old friends to new friends seems to be one of the etiquettes between friends. Randall, this is my old friend, Hermes.'