"Let's take a break, wait for them. "After crossing the one hundred and twenty floors, Carl made the wisest proposal for Blackburn at this time, for he was almost vomiting blood.www.biquge.info He spent most of his time doing mental work in the ports of the West Coast, and he hadn't done such heavy physical work for a long time, and I am sure he would not feel well.

"Thank you, Mr. Morin, for a wise proposal. Blackburn sat on the hard marble floor, he didn't care about the pain from the exertion, he just wanted to open the kettle and take a sip of water as soon as possible.

Freya gently placed the barrel on the ground, she didn't want to do it again when she fought Cyrus. After doing this, she began to move her muscles and bones, and her shoulders almost fell apart after carrying the weight for a long time.

Carl handed the kettle to Blackburn, who eagerly took the kettle and unscrewed the cap, then frantically poured water down his throat. To be honest, Carl was really afraid that he would choke, and although that was something that was bound to happen, he had no choice but to be ready to pat Blackburn on the back to relieve his impending pain.

Not surprisingly, Blackburn did choke on him because he drank too hard. Karl, who had been ready for a long time, reluctantly began to pat him on the back, but Blackburn, who was a little wooden, did not bother to notice this. After getting a little better, he began to thank Carl, but this was only easily carried by Carl. For such a person who has helped him a lot, I believe that he cannot be asked to do better in other aspects.

"Miss Steele, are you alright? That guy is really scary. Blackburn didn't forget to take care of Freya's situation.

Freya smiled, "Thank you for your concern, I'm fine." She's a scary woman, but I have to admit that she's a tough guy. And as I said before, I'm kind of the same kind of person as her in a way. ”

"What do you mean?" Blackburn only now realized that after spending some time with Freya and Carl, he hadn't learned about each other's origins and backgrounds.

"Fellow guards, right?" Karl replied.

Freya's expression became a little bitter, and she nodded, she still couldn't let go of the fact that the princess was snatched away by Khaler, and I believe this was true for any member of the princess's courtyard. But alas, she doesn't know how the other guys are doing now. After all, in war, no one is immune. And they must also give their lives for the comfort of the royal daughter at a critical moment. "I really don't know what Callert will do to the princess. ”

Carl stared at the glare of the sun's refraction on the floor, perhaps Freya was just looking for an answer that would reassure her. But in reality, this is very unlikely, and what Kahlert did is well known to any celestial. "Maybe at this point, they're not going to do something nasty like a shoddy thug. ”

"Hopefully you're right. Freya sighed, her reaction was not as strong as Carl had expected, which was not what Carl had expected.

"Cabbage, the Princess, what's that?" Blackburn, who didn't know the celestial realm, asked his own question, which looked exactly like Maffeo before.

Freya said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Blackburn, but I don't think I'm in the mood to explain it all to you. It was obvious that talking about the princess had made her feel bad, but in the end she could only smile bitterly in her heart, wasn't she the one who talked about it all?

"We'll tell you when we get a chance, Blackburn. Karl's answer was quite in line with his style, but he broke it off with that right away. "Before that, if you can tell us about you, I don't think you will. ”

"Of course it's fine, but you should be able to make the right choice, even though I don't like it. Blackburn's smile turned to a wry smile, and it was clear that his past wasn't so good either.

"Just say it. Carl managed to distract everyone present, and perhaps it would have made Freya's mood a little better, provided that Blackburn wasn't telling another hell-sad story.

Blackburn pushed his goggles with a somewhat solemn expression, as if this represented his attitude towards his past. No life is perfect, but there must always be a direction in the heart. "I was born in a small seaside town south of Delos under the name of Noville. As the Delos Empire has always believed, southerners must do bigger things than northerners, or they will be just spurned by others. ”

"Wait, what's going on?" Freya interrupted, it was a novelty.

"Sorry, I should have explained beforehand. The Delos Empire, bounded by Faroe Bay, divided the entire country into two parts, the north and the south. The capital is located in Vitalen in the south, which not only adds a sense of glory to the southerners, but also adds a lot of pressure to the southerners. ”

"It's weird. ”

"Yes, that's what I've always been unhappy about. Blackburn nodded. "My father was not a wealthy man, but he was not as poor as a fisherman who lived by the sea all day. He runs a small tavern, and lives on a portion of the commissions posted by customers and local lords on the tavern notice boards. Honestly, he's such a bastard. He just wants me to inherit his tavern because he's getting older. ”

Karl raised his hand and said, "Didn't your father give you another choice?" ”

"Of course, that is to go to the local sword academy to learn swordsmanship, in order to become a member of the Imperial Knights in the future. That would bring glory to their own home, which is what almost all the people of the Empire want. Or become a magician, but unfortunately, there are no local teaching institutions that can teach magic. But I don't like fighting, I don't like fighting. I just want to move on what I'm interested in, but as you know, I've said before that machines aren't mainstream in the Empire, and most of the Empire people don't realize how they can develop and help people. Blackburn had a bored look on his face all the time, and he could see that he was annoyed by the rules that were invisible.

"Go on. Karl gestured.

Blackburn took a sip of water, moistened his throat, and continued: "My father disagrees with my strange interests, and he often sells my finished machinery as scrap metal, but almost no one is willing to pay a high price, which makes him think that such things are completely useless. He even smashed my work and belittled it worthless in front of me, he really was a bastard. Blackburn finished his words with a palpable anger that was hard to see in him.

"It's disrespectful, but you shouldn't say that about your father. Freya shook her head.

Blackburn uncharacteristically replied, "Then what should I do? inherit the tavern and spend the day and day after day with those local drunkards? or go to the sword academy to learn swordsmanship, then join the Knights and end up dying on a blood-stained battlefield worthless?"

"Alright, Blackburn. Calm down, Freya has no ill intentions, we can change the subject. Carl hurriedly stopped.

"No, I'm just ......" Blackburn didn't know how to deal with it.

"I'm sorry, Blackburn. Freya apologized.

"It's all right, Miss Steele, maybe I'm too excited. Blackburn sorted out his emotions. "Later I think I said that if it wasn't for that guy, maybe I would have to do what my father wanted. Although this is not true, the guy advised me to run away from home and pursue my dreams instead of struggling with some meaningless things. So I left a letter to my father and left there. ”

Freya asked, "Won't your father worry about you?" and what about your mother?"

"He doesn't care about my feelings, he just wants to keep me in his own hands, but I'm not the little ghost I used to spend all day with him in the tavern when I was a child. As for my mother, sadly, she passed away in childbirth while giving birth to me. ”

"I'm sorry about your mother. Freya said gloomily.

Carl realizes that he was ultimately wrong, that he shouldn't have let Blackburn bring up his past, that it was just another trivial sad story among countless ordinary people. So he decided to stop talking about it, so silence became his forte again at this time.