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Avalon, a busy area in Midtown, an apartment area, pedestrians who get up to work in the morning wash up, bakeries have opened, awnings, tables and chairs have been opened, and half-price set coffee signs have been hung up.

A horse-drawn carriage quietly stopped at the door of the sixth-story apartment. Several men in black uniforms descended the stairs, carrying suitcases of luggage and putting them in the buckets.

They move neatly, but there are no signs on their uniforms, they don't look as burly as they have been trained, they are emaciated, they carry heavy luggage without effort, and when someone looks at them, they look at them as if they feel the gaze, and look at the people around them with indifferent eyes.

In the carriage, a man named Richard lifted the curtain and looked at a window on the fifth floor.

"Have we finished packing up our guests?"

The assistant outside the carriage shook his head: "There is still one last point, and the Excellency refused our help, and it seems that he is quite angry." ”

"It's the same. ”

Richard said lightly: "I have studied hard for five years, but when I was about to graduate, I was told that I had to prepare my luggage within two days and send it out of the country, no matter who I was, I would be unhappy." And this kind of thing, no one can blame it, who else can blame?"

The assistant did not speak, only sighed and looked down at the time of the pocket watch.

"Don't look at it, just wait. ”

Richard leaned back into the carriage seat, "Always leave some time for someone to say goodbye." ”

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On the fifth floor, the room was already empty.

Although it is one of the best apartments in Midtown Avalon, the interior is still in frugal condition with no large pieces of furniture. Even after the luggage was emptied, only a few chairs and a bed remained.

There is also a huge easel.

The unfinished paintings on the shelves were still covered with damp cloths, and there were many finished portraits in the corners, but unfortunately, the royal hounds were rough in their handling, and many of the paintings had fallen to the ground and were stained with dust.

And their former creators don't care about them anymore.

"Thaler, don't you bring any of this?"

It was the girl who lived next door and went to school in Avalon like him, and she had been a classmate for four years, and she came to help with the move.

"Forget it, you can't take it with you, just stay here. ”

The emaciated young man took one last look at his efforts and retracted his gaze: "If I have a chance, I'll come back and clean them up." ”

Thaler lifted the last of his suitcase, got up and looked at the girl beside him, and smiled reluctantly.

"Leaving?"

"Hmm. Thaler nodded, wanting to say something, but said nothing.

"It's a pity that you're still a year away from finishing your studies. ”

The girl smiled complicatedly, reached out and hugged him gently, "I won't send you." ”

"Hmm. ”

Thaler nodded, took one last look at her, and walked towards the door, but when he reached the door, he turned back, opened his suitcase, took out a wrapped painting from it, and handed it to her: "This, for you." ”

It was a portrait, the same as her.

"Always wanted to give it to you. ”

Sailor smiled regretfully, "If you don't give it again, you won't have a chance." ”

With that, he picked up the box and walked away, as if fleeing.

Only the girl was left standing in the room in a daze, looking at the emptiness.

It wasn't until the carriage started moving that Sailor heard shouts behind him, and he peeked out of the carriage window to see the girl shouting something to her in the fifth-floor window.

But Thaler couldn't hear clearly.

The carriage did not stop, and under the whipping of the coachman, it drifted away until it turned Queen's Road, and could no longer see where she was. She was overwhelmed by the city.

Lost and returned to the carriage, Saylor collapsed in his chair, his eyes reddened.

"I'm sorry. ”

Richard handed him a handkerchief, "I know this decision is cruel to you, but I hope you will understand that it is good for everyone that you go back to Asgard." ”

Thaler didn't speak, nor did he look up at him.

"If you really miss her, come back here when the war is over. Richard took back the handkerchief that had been ignored and said lightly, "Waiting is always better than parting, isn't it?"

After the silence, Thaler looked up, took a deep breath, and shook his head.

"No, I probably won't be coming back. ”

"That's a pity. ”

Richard said lightly: "If the war is over, I welcome people like you to Avalon, whether it is to travel or study.

Avalon is a great place, I grew up here, and sometimes it can be awkward and difficult for outsiders to like, but at the end of the day, I believe that outsiders will have their own place here. ”

Thaler shook his head, his expression complicated.

He didn't look like an Asgardian, he wasn't burly, he wasn't rough, he was handsome, and he was very different from his father and brothers.

Weak and silent.

It doesn't look like even a rat can be killed.

During his years in Avalon, no one knew that he was the son of the patriarch of the Fire River Clan, and he never told anyone about his hometown.

"Will you go to war when you return to Asgard?" asked Richard.

"Only my father's successor is qualified to go to war, and it is not my turn. I was abandoned long before I left Asgard. ”

Thaler said coldly: "In Asgard, a glorious death never favors a weak man like me. ”

"There's nothing wrong with surviving. ”

Richard shook his head: "Victory or defeat, war is always cruel. I also hope that it doesn't come, but now it seems that it can only be a luxury. ”

Thaler didn't speak.

He closed his eyes.

It didn't take long for the carriage to slow down, and it was almost to the port.

I can faintly see that the port is busy, compared to the previous orderly, but now it is speeding up rapidly, constantly having ships entering the port and some ships leaving.

For well-informed people, the rumors of war are near, and many people who have nothing to do with it are reluctant to stay here any longer.

And in sight, a huge passenger ship left its post with a whistle.

It also bears the Asgard Shipping logo.

"It seems that your family has abandoned you, and the Asgardian embassy didn't even know about you when it evacuated the compatriots. ”

Richard sighed and patted Sailor on the shoulder: "I'm sorry to send you back, please believe that this is the best solution - we have informed Asgar ......"

Rumble!

Before the words fell, the roar burst out.

From the window of the carriage.

In the next moment, countless pieces of iron burst out from the shattered cargo box, and the screaming sound tore through the eardrums of people, and the iron pieces rubbed red in mid-air, tearing the air, shattering the carriage of the carriage, piercing through the steel plate in the middle, and flying into the carriage.

The pieces of iron were powerless to penetrate from the other end, and were bounced back in front of the steel plates, and in the violent shock, they continued to catapult in the carriage.

Immediately after, the flames engulfed everything.

After a brief period of sluggishness, countless people screamed and fled in all directions.

"Damnation!

Behind the crate, a pale-faced musician laughed maniacally, played music, and frantically attacked everything around him: "Die, you cowards, traitors, die! Asgard must pay for everything they have done to me......!

Five minutes later, the mad musician was killed on the spot, and a copy of the royal musician's identity was found from him.

In the paleness of the guard, the burning carriage shattered, and Richard, who was almost charred, crawled out of it with difficulty, clutching the blood-stained young man in his hands.

"Someone!"

He shouted hoarsely, "Someone! Doctor! Where's the doctor!"

A hoarse cough sounded, and beside him, the half-crippled young man struggled to open his eyes.

"Don't waste time. ”

A complicated look appeared on his broken face: "I'm hopeless." ”

Richard was stunned, looked down at him sluggishly, and in an instant, it suddenly dawned on him:

"You already knew?"

"I told you a long time ago...... A glorious death never favors the weak. ”

A smile appeared on Sale's charred face, full of self-deprecation: "Weak...... can only die in humiliation, creating a ...... for the strong Value ......"

Thaler coughed violently, blood foaming down his throat and choking his breathing.

As if aware of the arrival of death, he no longer struggled, but propped himself up with his broken elbow, turned back with difficulty, and stared at the city behind him.

It's like being able to see that little window.

There are people waiting for themselves.

I'm sorry.

He closed his eyes and lost his breath.

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Twenty minutes later, Ye Qingxuan was awakened by a frantic knock on the door, got up from his desk, and saw Richard in a wheelchair with bandages.

"I messed up. ”

Richard's expression was bitter: "The fourth heir of the Fire River clan of Asgard has just been assassinated in the port. ”

"Who's the murderer?"

"A royal musician. ”

Richard replied hoarsely: "It was a premeditated assassination, and he already knew he was going to die." Boss, we're in trouble. ”

Ye Qingxuan took a deep breath, closed his eyes, opened them again, and exhaled the angry breath in his heart.

"I see. ”

He patted Richard on the shoulder: "It's not your fault, it's already a blessing that you can come back, go and let the Doctor Chant take a look first." ”

Five minutes later, a screeching bell from the Privy Council's emergency communications rang off the desk.

"Help me pick up His Royal Highness, immediately!"

"Say, I'm here. ”

Behind the desk, Ye Qingxuan was smoking a cigarette, his face sinking like water.

"Two minutes ago, the Asgardians claimed that the sole heir of the Fire River Clan had been murdered in our country, and Asgard officially declared war on Anglo!"

"I see. ”

Ye Qingxuan lowered his eyes and extinguished the cigarette: "Please Your Majesty convene an emergency meeting of the Imperial Palace, convene all the members of the Privy Council, notify everyone, and prepare ......"

He put on his coat and fastened the last button:

"- War is coming. ”

Outside the window, the morning sun rises over the sea, illuminating the clouds that slowly spread in the distance.

The world is silent.