It was getting late, the lights were going out one by one, and the Western-style restaurant at No. 6 Fox Street finally fell silent in the middle of the night, and the windows darkened one by one, and after finally waiting for the two to return, greeted by a brief chaos, the girls finally returned to their rooms, and each fell into a deep sleep. www.biquge.info However, the girls did not know that if they looked from the street at this time, they could see that there was a window that remained bright, which meant that the owner of the room had not slept.

The room belonged to Pannis, which didn't even need to be explained, everyone who came in knew it, because his room, in this mansion full of girls, was so special.

Except for Her Royal Highness Freya, the guests in this mansion are not the kind of girls who value the room furnishings, but the innate characteristics of women make it impossible for them to ignore the layout of the room, even Catherine, although the furnishings in the room are simple, but they are not unbeautiful. However, Pannis's room has a simple and efficient feeling, with a bed, a desk and chairs, a wardrobe, and nothing else. The maidens had persuaded him more than once to add a few more pieces of furniture, or the room would seem empty, but Pannis used only one reason to shut up and never speak of it again.

"The more things you have, the harder it is to clean up, am I lazy, or are you going to tidy up my room every day?"

From then on, the girls could only reluctantly accept his habit, even when they spoke in his room, they could hear an echo every time, and they didn't say anything more.

If in the past, Pannis's room was only simply furnished, but there was no lack of life, then now it has completely changed, and now in Pannis's room, in addition to being simple, even the breath of life has disappeared, as if it has not lived in it for a long time. The bedding on the bed was neatly folded, a large sheet covered all the bedding underneath, blocking the invasion of dust, and the floor was swept clean, not even the dust under the bed and under the wardrobe.

When you open the wardrobe, you can see that in addition to today's dresses, there are only a few daily casual clothes in the wardrobe, all neatly hung on the beams of the wardrobe. At the bottom of the wardrobe, there is a large backpack that he uses for his daily adventures, the backpack is full of things, it looks like he is ready for a trip, and it is estimated that some of the original items in the room have been loaded into the backpack. On the side of the backpack, an old one-handed sword lay leaning against the backpack, the black leather sheath was smooth and shiny, and only after countless rubbings could the leather produce such an effect. At the hilt, the metal handguard is dull, and countless scrubs have made the handguard lose its metallic luster, but the grip is tightly wrapped with a new strip of cloth, and when you hold it with your hand, you can feel just the right amount of comfort.

On the desk table, several novels and some materials for daily reading are placed separately, each tied together with a string, divided into two stacks and placed in the upper right corner of the desk, some scattered papers are also stacked together, placed in the corner of the desk drawer, on the other side of the drawer, the pen originally inserted in the pen holder is bundled into a bundle, and the pen holder lies in the drawer together to avoid being unused for a long time, and the pen holder will be full of dust.

Other than that, there was no other furnishings to be found in the room, and the owner of the room seemed to have deliberately erased his mark on the room, not even wanting to give others the opportunity to think of him when he saw the room.

In such a room, Pannis did not sleep, although he had taken off the formal dress he wore to the dinner party and hung them neatly in the closet, but he did not change into pajamas, but changed into the black swordsman suit and black trench coat that he wore most often, and his face was not like the same as before, but he did not feel sleepy at all, and he could no longer see his usual lazy posture.

At this time, Pannis was sitting at the desk, and in the middle of the desk in front of him, there were several pieces of letterpaper full of handwriting, and the handwriting left on the letterhead was neat and clear, which could reflect the firmness and determination of the writer's heart. The end of the letter was not finished, but he did not continue to write, not even holding the pen in his hand, the pen was placed haphazardly on the pen rest of the inkwell holder, his hands resting behind his head, leaning back in his chair, looking out the window at the night sky in a silent daze.

After a period of silence, Pannis reached out and opened the small drawer on the side of the desk, a swollen money bag was hidden in the drawer, opened the money bag, the yellow light of gold coins, the white light of Mithril coins, the purple light of magic steel coins, three attractive lusters shot out of the money bag, obviously, in the past few years, although Catherine and the others have threatened countless times to keep these finances for Pannis, in case he is like crazy squandering like before, in fact, they have not taken action, and they have not deducted the part that belongs to Pannis, and judging from the brightness of the purple light in the money bag, Pannis has no cost for his share, most of them are stored in the bag, estimated to be more than the cash each of the girls held. Pannis gently stroked his lips with one hand, and put the other hand in the money bag, rubbing the shiny coins, not knowing what he was thinking, although the expression on his face did not change, but the emotions revealed in his eyes could be seen, his mood was sometimes joyful, sometimes sad.

"Ding", the force of the rubbing is slightly greater, so that the coins make a collision sound, the crisp collision sound is particularly clear in the night room, Pannis's movements froze, vigilantly closed his eyes, his ears trembled slightly, and listened carefully to the sound in the foreign pavilion. Thankfully, what he feared didn't happen, and the distinctive sound didn't wake up a sleeping girl, much to Pannis's relief. However, this also made him lose his original mood, and closed the drawer with a wry smile, and picked up the pen again with ink.

"It can't be put off any longer. Pannis took the pen and said to himself: "If I drag it out any longer, maybe I won't be willing to go, heh, my will is really fragile." ”

Smiling self-deprecatingly, Pannis leaned down at his desk and wrote the end of the letter.

"I am a ghost from the past, just a phantom wandering in this world with remorse and self-blame, belonging to the past, and you, belonging to the present and the future. ”

"We don't belong to the same world in the first place, people like me will eventually be buried in the dust of the past, and you will walk to the pinnacle of life in the future, between us, maybe like in the past few years, there will be chance encounters, but there will never be a future. ”

"Because I don't have a future at all. ”

"So, please forgive me, and then, please forget me, please bless me. ”

"I will also wish you to find your own happiness in the future. ”

(To be continued.) )