Outside of Boulder City, the Malvern family held a simple funeral for their youngest son, Kisho.

He didn't invite a lot of people, let alone make a big splash of publicity, after all, his youngest son is really not a good thing, which may evoke memories for some people.

Although no one cared about their family's affairs anymore, his past experience made him cautiously keep a low profile.

Standing in the snow, Lala lowered her head with a complicated expression, and buried the tip of her nose in her scarf.

Alyssa stood next to her, her eyes closed and silently communicating with the tombstone.

And her parents, eldest brother, and sister-in-law, etc...... It's all the same standing in front of a tombstone.

It is not only those who have been chosen by the spirit to have communion with the hearts of the dead.

As long as it is from the heart, you can still convey what you want to say to the other person...... Even if both parties can't see each other.

He was "seen" by the few people present, except for a complete outsider.

His name is Meng Jie, his original name is Mengqi, he was a researcher at the Alliance Academy of Social Sciences and the president of Mammoth University, and now teaches at Camp 101 and is also a friend of Malvern.

He didn't plan to attend the funeral, but he just happened to be in time to visit Boulder City, so he came over as a courtesy.

After praying for a long time facing the tombstone of his youngest son, Malvin put away his folded hands, looked at Meng Jie who was standing aside, nodded, and said sincerely.

"Thank you."

Meng Jie smiled politely.

"You're welcome...... I don't remember anything I've done that deserves your gratitude, and I can't afford it."

"You're too modest."

Malvin looked at Alyssa, who was standing in front of her, the back of his favorite little daughter, and paused for a moment before saying.

"There are some things I've always wanted to say to my little daughter, but I really don't know how to say them from the shoes of a failed father. The matter of the subject...... Thank you. Some things still have to be told by outsiders, and I hope that the hero's story can inspire her."

He didn't want to pour cold water on her enthusiasm, but the world is not black and white after all.

She has a lot more to learn, including calmness, including caution...... Wait a minute.

Meng Jie smiled humbly and said in a gentle tone.

"You're mistaken, I'm just doing it for academic purposes."

"Really?" Malvin smiled noncommittally, "That's fine."

He could sense the professor's kindness, and this slightly changed his impression of the Brahmans.

The latter is becoming more and more difficult to gain sympathy in the Union.

Of course, it's the same everywhere else.

In this era when even the people of Wilantes and Bugerra can be redeemed, it is not easy to make yourself covered in mud and full of grievances and righteous indignation.

But the miraculous thing is that when they appear alone, it becomes normal again.

Even excellent exaggeration.

Perhaps, this is also what makes that land unusual.

"Don't think too much about it, I'm really just doing it for academic purposes...... Of course, it is true that I see a shadow of him in your daughter."

Meng Jie bowed slightly, looked at the tombstone not far away, and after thinking for a long time, he said in a casual tone.

"Maybe it's not appropriate to say something like this on such an occasion...... I have studied your history, as well as the genealogy you have provided me, and have discovered a peculiar phenomenon."

Malvern raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Oh? What did you find?"

Meng Jie raised two fingers.

"The nobles of Boulder City can be roughly divided into two categories according to the source of power and the way to obtain the black card, one is the new nobles who are attached to the 'chips', and the other is the old nobles who are attached to the 'black card'. Your family and Sid's family are exactly two types, standing at the top of the two pyramids."

Malvern smiled faintly, as if he had heard some funny joke.

"There was always only one pyramid and only one king in Boulder City, and that man was Sid. As for my fathers, they were nothing more than technocrats they selected, or their professional stewards."

Although this steward is hereditary, it is not impossible to be eliminated.

For example, the unknown guy who was replaced by Liszt became a commoner again.

Even if he cashed out a lot of chips with his black card.

"I know that there is indeed only one king in Boulder City, as you said, but what I'm comparing here is not the weight of chips and black cards, but the weight of 'people'."

There was a look of interest in Malvin's eyes.

"Oh?"

Meng Jie bowed his head slightly and continued in a casual tone.

"From an academic point of view, your family and Sid's family are two very stark contrasts. I don't mean to be offensive in what I say next...... According to the historical documents and materials I have consulted, your family is not really stupid, but it has made different choices in the face of various problems. Sid, on the other hand, had his family's moments of glory, but the people who came after him were all their own faults and stupid people."

The specific timing seems to be after the status of the "black card" is determined.

Malvin glanced at him and smiled self-deprecatingly.

「…… I couldn't even tell for a moment whether you were complimenting me or hurting me."

Meng Jie shook his head, looked at the scribbled tombstone, and said in an apologetic voice.

"No, it's just pure academic discussion...... Of course, maybe I shouldn't talk to me about it."

Malvin didn't pay much attention to it, just lowered his eyebrows and prayed as he replied casually.

"It's okay, if my information is any comfort, then I've done something meaningful at the end of my life."

"It's more than comfort," Meng Jie said with a smile as he looked at the old man, "At least, this research material of yours gives us hope of getting out of the long night—"

"Isn't that comfort?" Malvern replied casually, "If you put your hope for the dawn on the irreversible mistakes of the devil's descendants, you will either wait in the long night, or you will welcome a new demon after the old devil is dead."

He had now discovered why this group of smart people was so stupid when they got together.

Meng Jie looked at him in a daze and was silent for a long time.

Suddenly, as if he had aged a lot, he drooped his shoulders in a dejected manner.

"Perhaps...... But no one can say what the future holds...... What if things turn around?"

Malvin glanced at him, thought for a long time, and finally ended the topic kindly, giving a noncommittal answer.

In this sad moment, there is no need to add any more meaningless sadness.

"Perhaps."

Many years later, only posterity can see for them.

……

In the first year of the new era, on the third day after the birthday, a grand wedding was held in the city of Triumph.

The groom is in the Battlefield group, and the bride is Penny, the daughter of Captain Benottvan.

Contrary to the Battlefield's expectations, after learning that his daughter had been abducted by himself, Benott did not duel him angrily, but blessed them both.

It's not just Benott.

His best friend, Corway, Razor, the Praetorian Captain he worked with, and many other people he couldn't name, sent him their blessings.

At the end of the wedding, Benott shook his hand and said in an unprecedentedly serious and solemn tone.

「…… You are a true warrior, and your loyalty, bravery, kindness, kindness, and generosity are impeccable, even recognized by Marshal Julius."

"As Penny's father,

I don't want anything more from you, except that you will share those many good things with my daughter, just as you have selflessly shared them with so many people."

"Daddy......" Penny's eyes twinkled with emotion.

The Battlefield Atmosphere team clenched his hand.

"I promise you, I'll treat her well."

Loosening his serious expression, Bennott's face smiled and nodded slightly.

"Over to you."

Although there was no regret or reluctance in that sentence, the battlefield guy found that the old man did not let himself go so easily.

On the night of the wedding, he was dragged and poured several barrels of wine, and he was almost not sent away on the spot.

According to Bennott, how can a son-in-law who is a Willant not drink alcohol?

But having said that, Bennott himself was a drunkard, and he dozed off on the table after only a few glasses.

These civil servants are really not good.

The one who really drank the battlefield down had to be his good brother Colway, and those good brothers who had been born and died with him.

The Battlefield thought they would blame him for deceiving him, but it turned out to be the opposite.

Especially the most deceived Corway.

Instead of taking his identity to heart, this guy held his shoulder with a reluctant face.

"Have a nice trip...... Man, we're going to miss you."

A young man from the Praetorian Guard also placed his hand on the shoulder of the Battlefield Atmosphere Group.

"Come back often."

One of the captains had probably drunk too much and muttered.

"I'll also go to the Alliance to be an officer, and I'll resign when I become an archon, so it's fair."

The other captain sitting next to him said with a smile.

"It's impossible, the Alliance isn't us, where is the Archon?"

"Didn't you? I've heard they're going to get one...... What to say to learn from our experience."

"Whatever, it's always okay to start as a creep, right?"

Looking at these noisy guys, although the Battlefield Atmosphere Team was moved, they still put their hands on their shoulders.

"Don't talk in your dreams, live well, there won't be so many battles to fight in the future."

They all have their own families and have their own lives in Triumph City.

He really brought them all to Dawn City, and he really couldn't think of how to settle them.

"Hahaha, these guys are just drinking and joking, really let them give up the treatment and rank here, and they can't bear to start with the recruits in the past."

Colway laughed and patted the Battlefield on the shoulder.

The Battlefield guy smiled back, but he always felt that the look didn't look like a joke.

If he really wants to take him back, I'm afraid he will follow him without saying a word.

And not even just him.

A lot of people here do that.

"Good brother, take care ......"

He picked up his glass, touched it with Colway, and then threw his head back and drank it down.

Just as he was about to start drinking the next round, a heavy cough came from behind the crowd.

"How long are you going to keep the bride waiting?" Or are you planning to do another one?"

Penny, dressed in her wedding dress, was clasping her arms over her chest, staring at the back of the Battlefield team's head with a smile on her face.

Realizing that he had hindered the intimacy of the little couple, the old men sitting at the table also felt a little embarrassed, and suddenly made excuses to slip away.

The crowd at the table dispersed and went to the other tables, leaving only the Battlefield Atmosphere Team and Penny.

Realizing that they had drunk too much, the Battlefield Atmosphere Team scratched the back of their heads in embarrassment.

"Sorry ......"

Hearing this sorry, Penny twitched with a smile

Lower eyebrows.

"Excuse me?"

The Battlefield instantly read the look in her eyes and understood that what she wanted to hear was not this implicit expression.

Although he was a little embarrassed, he could only bite the bullet in the face of that expectant look.

Before the wedding began, he had heard Penny talk about the customs of the Willantes—

After receiving everyone's blessings, he had to carry her all the way back to the wedding room from the banquet site.

A real warrior will not let his wife touch the ground with her feet, otherwise she will be teased by others for a whole year.

It seems to say so.

Having poured the remaining half of the wine in one gulp, the Battlefield man, with his face as thick as a wall, picked up Penny by the waist amid her surprise and small exclamations and giggles, and then disappeared like a tornado into the wedding scene amid a burst of whistles and applause.

It was like a real tornado, it came and went.

No mud and water.

"This guy...... A civil official who had drunk too much gestured with his hand, "I thought he had something unspeakable, so I stayed here and kept drinking."

Another civil official next to him also nodded in embarrassment and said in an appreciative tone.

"Yes, unlike his old man, I remember that time he slept until dawn."

The customs here are indeed different from those in other places, and these muscular and head-growing creatures joke with no regard for the face of the former consuls and current ministers.

Perhaps hearing the whispers of these dog things in a dream, Bennott, who had been sleeping on the table, suddenly became angry, and slammed the table with his fist, straightening all the old bones.

"Who are you talking about! Stand up...... Duel!"

Several civil servants quickly closed their mouths, coughed and changed the subject, pretending that nothing had happened.

Bennott yelled for a while, and was soon pressed back by Penny's mother's tugging at her ear.

"You old thing is too embarrassed to duel! There's no shame in it!"

"What do you know...... Benott muttered,

Maybe I also felt weak, and finally stopped talking.

"It's so fast, I can't even see it." A bearded officer rubbed his confused eyes and muttered, "Did that guy drive the truck into the hall?"

That's cheating, right?

This stupid remark quickly drew him a roll of the eye, and the captain sitting next to him sneered.

"You're stupid, how could you possibly drive a truck into the hall, I clearly saw a motorcycle."

"Poof——!

"Blanch!"

"How can a motorcycle get in! I think you're stupid!"

The symphony played in the hall gradually changed from warm to passionate.

The little couple has already gone to their two-person world with everyone's blessings, and the next time belongs to all the guests present.

Here they will eat meat and drink wine until late at night and even at dawn.

They had already been rewarded with their own for a long time, and they lived happily ever after with their families, and now the only fly in the ointment has finally been filled.

"Cheers to our pangolins!"

I don't know who started the first sentence, and soon the same voice echoed throughout the banquet hall.

That's their heartfelt blessing to their comrades-in-arms who have fought side by side together-

"To the pangolins!"

"Cheers !!"

The boiling enthusiasm was like a blazing fire in the fireplace, and even the sunset hanging on the horizon was robbed of the limelight.

The story of the night may be more beautiful and long than everyone imagined......

Free to read.