Later in the evening, after leaving the king's castle, Ellen went to Mark's residence alone. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In a boxy bedroom, Alleyne sat across from Mark, staring at him with his eyes fixed on him.

What did his expression reveal? Was it anger, sadness, or helplessness? Or longing and despair? Maybe there was a little bit of it.

Mark's face was calm, perhaps a kind of aristocratic cultivation, although the family had decayed. But under that calm face, there was a storm, and heaven and man were at war.

Alleyne patted him on the shoulder: "Mark, don't be too upset, this world is like this, you and I can't change it." ”

Mark pushed his hand away, pressed it on the hilt of his sword, and yelled at him, "Don't say any more, or I'll be rude to you!"

That face was now almost distorted, more like a devil's face. The veins on his forehead and arms burst out like a sinuous dragon.

This is the anger of Mark, the anger of the nobility, the anger of the family bloodline.

Alleyne immediately withdrew his hand: "Okay, you can do whatever you want, I won't stop you." With that, he left Mark's room and closed the door, leaving him to think quietly.

After some time, Mark finally walked out of the room.

He seemed to be ten years old in an instant, his face was full of haggardness, and because of the torture of his mind, his face sometimes showed an expression of extreme anger, but it was fleeting.

Alleyne asked tentatively, "You...... Want to open it?"

Mark nodded sadly: "I can't think about it completely, but I understand at least one thing, all this can no longer be changed." ”

What could he change? The king's daughter married a noble heir, as has been the case since ancient times.

Alleyne breathed a sigh of relief and patted him on the shoulder: "That's fine, look away, there are still a lot of beautiful things in the world, you're just frustrated in love, it's okay." ”

"Have you experienced this?" Mark's words choked him.

Mark smiled dismally: "You haven't experienced it, so you don't know how much it hurts, it's like cutting off your own fingers, no, it's a hundred times more painful than this, and it's unforgettable." ”

Alleyne was speechless for a while, and then he felt that he really didn't have any capital to enlighten him, and his own experience in this area was almost zero.

Mark raised his head and looked at the moon: "At this time, Jonsa must also miss me, right? She definitely doesn't want to marry Rudy Boye, I just hope that Rudy Boye can be kind to her and don't let her suffer." ”

Ellen said in his heart: Nonsense, who would dare to slack off the daughter of the king?, but here and now, he did not say it, let everything be silent.

Mark spoke again: "Alleyne, I have a request. ”

"Huh?" said Alleyne looked at him suspiciously. He couldn't think of anything he could do to help the other party other than send letters.

"Let me join you, okay?" Mark said earnestly, without a hint of amusement on his face.

Alleyne hesitated, "Why? Some of the things we do are not in line with your chivalry, are you sure you want to join us?"

Mark smiled slightly: "Compared to Jonsha, chivalry can only be ranked second." I don't want to do anything else, I just want to forget this past, leave Veguia, and go as far as possible. I don't want to see snow again in this life or in this life. ”

Alleyne nodded: "Well, since you say so, then it's decided." As it happens, my mission here is complete, so let's leave Vegia early tomorrow morning. ”

Mark nodded, and said in his heart: Joansha, my love, farewell.

The down-and-out aristocratic knight simply packed his belongings and followed Alleyne back to the tavern where the mercenaries were staying.

Alleyne found that this so-called noble knight did not even have the armor necessary for a knight, except for taking away a seemingly sharp knight's sword from the house.

It was late at night, and the sky was full of cold moonlight.

The dark night seemed to be smeared heavily on the sky, and there was not even a glimmer of stars.

The city of frost at midnight is probably as cold as Mark's heart, and it can freeze the blood in the heart cavity.

After discussion among the main members of the Iron Blood Mercenary Regiment, it was unanimously decided to leave the Kingdom of Vegia overnight.

For one thing, the team has been delayed in Virginia for a long time. Second, if Princess Jonsa comes to see her off tomorrow, both parties will be very embarrassed.

In an effort to prevent this from happening, Alleyne even ordered the mercenaries to throw away some of their excess baggage and leave Vegia overnight.

After leaving the city gate, the mercenaries headed northwest, and their next stop was the military town of Dehrim, the kingdom of Swadia.

Along the way, Mark sat in the carriage carrying supplies, and mechanically wiped the sword in his hand with a crumpled strip of cloth.

This is the sword that his grandfather used to use, called Kenshin. And this sword is the only item worth cherishing.

Aren's lips squirmed with difficulty, trying to say something comforting, but he couldn't open his mouth.

What can he say, reality is not a bed of roses, you can't always be the protagonist of the stage play of life, since this is the case, you always have to accept reality.

Besides, it's good to make Mark understand that there are some things that no matter how hard we try, the anger in our chest seems to spew out of our throats, but the reality is that you can never do it.

No matter how hard you try, how hard you can't give up, no one will come to pity you.

Now think about it, how transparent and romantic the feelings of boys and girls are like glass, and when you knock lightly, you will be smashed into countless pieces in front of reality.

Perhaps, when ten years, twenty years later. You lean alone by the window in the middle of the night and look at the moonlight, thinking about the girl who once haunted you and was difficult to let go, only to find that the overflowing and unpoured feelings of your youth are like an empty shell that has faded away.

Leave it behind, irrepressible angry boy.

Those wonderful memories you once had, dreams you have woven together.

She is wearing a long white dress, giggling and her heart is beating faster as she hides behind you.

Perhaps, she will still be happy without you.

Perhaps, she will meet the love of her life, who is humanistic and polite, who can give her a better life and more unforgettable love.

Perhaps, when you are alone in a gloomy corner sad alone. But they whispered sweetly under the flowers.

Perhaps, when you rub the sword in your hand. The guy who took your place in her heart gently put himself on her waist, and they kissed in the moonlight, making a lifelong commitment.

It doesn't hurt at all, right?

I'm sorry.

I lied.