The cold air was filled with a sense of historical obsolescence, and with his hands gently brushing over the cold walls, Horner walked slowly forward, and finally sat down on the bench.

He felt very tired, tired like this, and couldn't sleep, but he knew that he still had a lot to do, and he raised his head vigorously, and then a colorful light bathed his face.

Looking in the direction of the light, there is a colorful painting in the warmth, and the mythical scenery is made up of large pieces of stained glass, but it is covered with dust.

St. Mary's Cathedral is rarely visited anymore, and the influence of the Evangelical Church on Invig has diminished, and even the name of the church is rarely remembered, but it is called only by its pure white character, the Whitechapel.

Horner looked at the sun for a long time, until the dazzling light made his vision pale, and tears flowed uncontrollably from the corners of his eyes, and then he slowly turned his head, breathing steadily and enjoying the peace.

He came from the lower city, and his childhood was a very distant and vague thing for Horner, and when he had a clear memory, he was already crawling the streets of Old Dunling, but unfortunately in the harsh environment, Horner did not learn the ability to read words and colors, but became more wooden.

Horner later learned the trade of repairs from a master and eventually became one of the countless maintenance workers in Old Dunling, a city in great need of people like him, with steam pipes and machinery in every corner of the city, and new faults appearing every day, requiring repairers to repair them immediately.

The wooden repairman had never studied, and he didn't even know what faith was in his worldview, but he didn't care, he loved it, he came here every time he was in between work, and it was here that Horner could get away from the noise of the machinery.

The rare silence did not last long, and the man came slowly from outside the church door, as if he knew Horner well, and came to his side with a smile on his face.

"Mentor Lawrence. ”

Horner raised his head a little stiffly, his gaze was a little glazed, as if the soul inside had already fallen into the darkness of his eyes.

Lawrence nodded, and sat down beside him, still looking kind, like the light that spilled over the church.

"You look like you can't control it. ”

Horner looked terrible, and although he maintained his human form, Lawrence knew very well that the blood of sin was rampaging through his body at the moment.

Horner nodded, and like his grid, his movements were stiff like a machine.

"So you need my help this time?"

Horner nodded again.

"I succeeded right away, and I was one last man, my mentor. ”

Wooden's voice suddenly took on a slight sensation, and Horner seemed to be laughing, his voice undulating.

"My justice is going to be done, it's going to be done. ”

"But gifts come at a price, child, and you've been asking for them more than once. ”

Lawrence shook his head, grimacing, but Horner was quick to speak.

"Then I will give it to you, whatever you want, I will give it to you, to your God. ”

Horner's stout hand grabbed Lawrence's clothes, his eyes determined and urgent.

He looked at Horner helplessly, and finally let out a long sigh.

"Yes, kid, you're going to make it. ”

Lawrence said softly, and then injected the potion into Horner's body, the potion surged along the blood vessels, and as the nervous body injected into Horner gradually relaxed, the restless beast fell asleep again.

As if nothing had happened, Horner just stared blankly at the forgotten church, his gaze piercing through the memories before he spoke slowly.

"Mentor, I'm going to die, right? ”

Lawrence was slightly stunned, as if he had never thought that this wooden man would say such a thing.

"Yes, but your offering will bring you to heaven. ”

He described the beauty of the afterlife.

But Horner seemed to hear something funny, and he smiled, his dull pupils shining a little, like a dead soul coming back to light.

"Teacher, I haven't studied, I'm not even literate, I don't even understand what you call the Kingdom of Heaven. ”

Lawrence was speechless again, and Horner turned his head to look at him, the ordinary face was expressionless, but Lawrence did not feel an unspeakable sadness, like a person's silent despair.

Just as you describe the beauty of the old Dunling to a person, no matter how fanciful you say, but he has never seen or even experienced any so-called beauty, then the extravagant reward is only an unknown unknown to Horner, and he will not even rejoice in it.

"I ...... I am very ordinary, my master said, my life has no meaning, just like a beast, wake up and go out to forage, eat and come back to sleep, there is no good of my own, there is nothing I want to do, except for prolonging life, everything I do has no meaning, just like a machine in a factory, repeatedly. ”

Horner seemed to be talking to Lawrence, as if he was confessing to himself.

My master said...... There are only two kinds of people in this world, one person stands on the stage and is admired by everyone, and the other person sits under the dark stage, and the meaning of existence is to witness the glory of the other person, just like the night sky, only the dark night can reflect the glory of the stars. ”

Tears welled up in Horner's eyes as he spoke.

"I'm one of the meaningless ones...... There are many people in this world who are like me, mediocre, doing nothing, living without anyone knowing, and then dying without knowing about it. ”

As if under tremendous pressure, Lawrence rarely felt such a thread, and there was almost a materialized despair in Horner's mediocre body, his despair of his life, his despair of everything he had, but even more desperately, he couldn't do anything about it.

"What exactly do you want to say?"

Lawrence didn't understand, he had never seen Horner like this, in his opinion Horner was an incomparably wooden stone, a person who was extremely well controlled, but now this walking corpse was like regaining his soul, when he was most dangerous.

"I just...... I'm just glad, Mentor Lawrence. ”

Horner laughed as he cried, looked at Mentor Lawrence, and then hugged him hard, as if he wanted to make Lawrence feel his gratitude with this clumsy act.

"You are a devil, Master Lawrence, and although you keep saying that I am right, at the end of the day, it is wrong to take the lives of others in that brutal way. ”

Lawrence maintained his apparent calm, but his other hand reached under his coat to grip the hilt of the dagger.

But there was no expected resistance, Horner hugged him and sat back down, as if nothing had happened just now, it was a very strange feeling, Lawrence looked at this ordinary man, he was obviously so mediocre, he was thrown into the crowd and could never be found again, but for the first time he felt that he could not see through a person.

"But the devil is also a good devil. ”

Horner laughed again.

"You...... What exactly are you trying to say?"

"I want to say that you are a bad person, a bad person through and through, a sinful devil who will make me doomed me with the slightest lead. ”

Horner scolded, but smiled.

As if remembering the man who shone on his own life, he said.

"But you're a good person, Mentor Lawrence, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart, for giving me the opportunity to rush onto the stage as an audience. ”

"I should have lived meaninglessly like this, and finally died meaninglessly, but you gave me the opportunity to become meaningful and carry out my justice. ”

He stood up, towering like a mountain.

"This is my last revenge, and it should be the last time we see each other. ”

"Actually, I also want to say goodbye to you today, I hope you don't be afraid, after all, I rarely have the opportunity to express my feelings. ”

Looking at the colorful sunshine, the warmth bathes and expels the cold.

"God's birthday is coming, right, but unfortunately I shouldn't live to that time. ”

Horner lowered his head with some regret and said to Lawrence seriously.

"Then I wish you a happy birthday in advance, Mentor Lawrence. ”

The mediocre soul seemed to really come to life at this moment, the tear-stained smile shone with a pitch-black light, and Lawrence couldn't help but tremble, unable to look directly at that ordinary face, as if facing the blazing sun.

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