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Abedam paced back and forth in the room, occasionally looking at the cheap electronic watch in his hand. The watch has been [polished] in many places, and many functions have been obsolete, but it can still be done in time. Right now, the number 10.03 is displayed on the electronic screen. Usually by this hour, his son Langdon has already come home. After dinner, he should be tinkering with his parts in the house, hoping to one day assemble a power mech.

But tonight, Langdon hasn't returned home yet.

This made Abedan very uneasy, and he knew his son very well. Langdon has been mischievous since he was a child, but he is also very sensible and never does anything that worries his parents. And not returning late at night was something that had never happened, and Abedang sighed heavily as he looked at the photo of their family of three hanging on the wall.

In this ordinary family, Abetang and his wife Agesha are ordinary workers. They work twelve hours a day in a suburban food processing factory, receiving a meager salary that barely lasts what they need. For this family, Langdon's birth undoubtedly brought joy and hope to the family. Because when Langdon was born, he actually detected the precursor of ability.

Abedham still vividly remembers how excited he was when he heard the news from the doctor. But as time went on, this excitement slowly turned into a heavy burden. For an ordinary family, it is simply not enough to support the cost of learning knowledge for a capable person, which is the relationship between the emergence of many capable people among the civilians of Weishenme, but their average rank is not high.

In addition to their limited potential, more importantly, they are not in a position to receive systematic learning and training. Although some civilians have gone to the wilderness and grown up on the battlefield as mercenaries, it is very rare for them to be lucky enough to rise to the fifth rank or higher. After all, a lot of lives are lost in the early stages of being incapacitated.

And there are very few who can survive this stage.

Abedham didn't let his son become a wilderness mercenary, he just hid the fact of his physical ability from his son, and raised Langdon like an ordinary child. At a very young age, Langdon had been playing with his parents in the factory floor, and for him at that time, the factory was more like his home, his playground. As for Abetang himself, he silently saved all the expenses he could, and accumulated them little by little.

Abedang was unwilling to let his son follow an ordinary path like him. He believed that his son should have a wider world, so as a father, he did everything he could to create conditions for Langdon. It wasn't until this year that the conditions were finally ripe. When Abedam sent Langdon to Monglia Academy, he would always remember the look of surprise mixed with excitement on Langdon's face.

In that moment, Abetang felt that all his years of hard work had paid off.

Since then, Langdon's routine has been normal. I left home at seven o'clock in the morning and came back at six o'clock in the evening. Sometimes he would bring back a bruised face, but Langdon always had a smile on his face. Abedan knew that he didn't want to worry about himself, and he also knew that it was not easy for a commoner to study in an academy where more than ninety percent of the students were nobles. Since Langdon didn't say it, he didn't ask, and Abedam believed that his son could handle it.

But tonight the situation is a bit peculiar, it is past ten o'clock, and Langdon is still home. The darkness outside the house was like a deep uneasiness that hung over Abethan's heart.

At 10:23 a.m., there was a knock on the door. Abedon looked at his wife, and both of them saw a gloom in each other's eyes. Abedon took a deep breath and strode forward to open the door. Outside the gate stood a famous city defense officer, a man in his thirties. Slightly blessed, but at the end of middle age, the man asked Abeddown, "Mr. Abeddown, are you Langdon's father?"

Abedang nodded hurriedly: "I am, may I ask if something happened to Langdon?"

"I am sorry to tell you, sir. Your son had a traffic accident in town, and it was a serious accident. In short, please don't be overly sad. The city guards patted Abedang on the shoulder and said to the back, "Carry the boy here." ”

Several more city guards came over carrying stretchers, and a man was lying on the stretcher. Motionless, I saw that my heart was sinking straight down. He had muffled syllables in his throat, and by this time his wife, Agetha, had snatched them out of the house, and let out an earth-shattering scream, and threw herself on the stretcher and wept bitterly.

Next, the city guards did not know what else to say to Abethan. But Abedon could not hear anything, only some hollow sounds fell in his ears. He walked dejectedly to the stretcher, on which was Langdon lying. Langdon's eyes widened and he stared straight at the sky, he was covered in blood, and even some parts of his body were deformed, which were injuries from blunt force.

As Abedam can imagine, a speeding car suddenly crashes into his son's body. The impact of the moment left Langdon with multiple fractures in his body, and he would be thrown like a ragdoll on a corner of the street, and then the driver and passers-by would surround him. But by then, he was dead!

He's dead!

"No!" Abedown let out a roar, tears streaming down his face.

He grabbed his son by the shoulders and tried to shake him awake, just as Langdon sometimes woke him up from his sleep with a violent shake. But this time, Langdon won't wake up again. It was only with Abethan's movements that Langdon's hand fell weakly to the ground, revealing a bloody abdomen. Abedham seemed to notice something, and he froze, and then saw several narrow gaps in Langdon's abdomen.

It looked like someone had stabbed him with a knife.

The thought gave Abetang a thriller, and he jerked to his feet. At this time, the city guards were about to leave, and Abedang hurriedly stopped them: "Sir, sir!"

The city guard who knocked on the door before gestured to his companion, then turned and walked back: "Is there anything wrong?"

Abedang pointed a trembling finger at his son's abdomen: "Look here, it's not a traffic accident that can be caused. Sir, Langdon was killed, stabbed to death. ”

The city guard calmly looked at the father who had lost his beloved son in front of him, and sighed deeply: "Listen, sir. If you treat it as a traffic accident, trust me. It's good for you and me, and the perpetrator will send a large amount of compensation tomorrow morning. Sir, I know you're sad, but there are some things that you should not delve into. After all, even if you know the truth, your child won't come back, will you?"

Patting Abedham on the shoulder, the city magistrate sighed and turned to leave. Abedang stood dumbfounded on the spot, and for him, Shijie collapsed. But for this shijie, it's just one less dispensable person.

Shijie continues to operate according to its own rules, and it will not change because of the loss of anyone.

If fate is given a will, it must be the god of mischief. Not everyone in the script it writes is a darling. Some people are favored by it, while others are ruthlessly abandoned by it. Light and darkness are constantly intertwined, there are lucky and unlucky, there are happy, and there must be pain.

It always has been.

The next morning came, and while the Abethans were in agony, Leah appeared at the gates of Monglia College as usual. She looked at Zero and smiled as she walked through the door. Zero didn't leave today, he was waiting outside the school gate. Leah has decided to participate in the pre-war training held at the base of Zero, so she will not continue to attend school today, but will apply to the school for a temporary leave.

The email for the application was sent to the school yesterday, and there was zero payment in the applicant column in addition to Leah's name. Nowadays, there is almost no one in Asgarter who does not know that Zero can tie with Thor, so filling in Zero's name will make Leah's application a lot less unnecessary.

As it turned out, Leah quickly got the letter of approval in the hands of the main professor, Granddo. The letter stated that the university would reserve her place for Leah and that she would be welcome to return to the university at any time. But when the old professor handed the letter to Leah, he couldn't help but ask, "Son, if Weishenme doesn't continue to teach class, is it because I haven't taught well enough?"

Leah hurriedly replied, "No, it's none of your business. It's my own reason, because I have more important things to do now. ”

"Alright then, you are welcome to come back at any time to listen to my old man's lessons. Professor Grandor quipped.

Leah looked into the classroom and saw two empty desks, one of which was Landon's. She casually asked, "Didn't Langdon come to class today?"

The old professor's face was gloomy, and he sighed lightly: "You don't know yet, that child had a traffic accident last night, and now he should be in the arms of Heavenly Father." ”

"What?" whispered Leah.

She couldn't believe that the young man, who was so confident about the future, left this shijie forever after just one night's work. The change was so fast that Lea didn't even have time to make his request to Zero.

As she was leaving, Leah's gaze fell on the other seat.

It was Bosig's seat, and he didn't come today.

Accident, is it just an accident?, looking at the seat, Leah thought to herself.

The other side of the city.

"Join the army?" Bosig blushed and excitedly shouted to his father, who looked very much like him, "Weishenme wants me to join the army?" You see, I haven't finished my studies yet, and my abilities are not perfect. I know merit is important to the family, but I beg you to give me some more time. ”

"Otherwise, going to war means death for me!"

Clough looked coldly at his excited son, and his long, well-groomed fingers gracefully pulled a cigar from the table and lit it to his mouth. He took a deep breath and exhaled a smoke ring, "Look at you, Bosig." You're scared, aren't you?"

At his father's words, Bosig's body stiffened, and then he lowered his head and admitted, "You're right, father." I'm afraid, after all, the battlefield, but the place where the dead go. Please, don't send me to the army, okay?"

"In that case, you're going to do something stupid like last night?" Clough snarled, changing his usual image of Sven.

He stood up, like an enraged lion, and said angrily around his son: "You have grown your skills? Have you learned to kill? What is this, since you have the ability to kill, then let me go to the battlefield to kill people? Do you know? I was disappointed to see you come back to me last night with a urine stream and ask me for help, I actually have a son as timid as you. Our family, what are you going to rely on to inherit?"

"I sent you to join the army, this is for your own good, after all, you killed someone. ”

"But father, that's just a commoner. ”

"Yes, you know he's a civilian. Clough sneered: "If you kill a slave, don't say one, a hundred is no problem." But civilians can't, they're freedmen. Although not much better than a lowly slave. But damn it, they have a right to personal safety. That is, in Asgard you can beat and scold them, but you can't kill them. ”

"Although I put this matter down, after all, killing a civilian is not a big deal. But the city defense will record this and seal your name in a file. Think about it with your head, Bosg. What should you do if someone makes a big fuss about this after you inherit the family in the future?" Clough gradually calmed down: "I let you join the army and let you go to the battlefield to help you wash away this stain. ”

"And which army do you want me to join, the Hammer of Doom?" asked Bosig, confused.

"Hammer of Doom?" Clough sneered, "That's a bunch of madmen, butchers. If you are asked to join them, you are really going to die. Besides, you don't have the qualifications. What I asked you to join is the Golden Tomahawk Reserve, the so-called reserve army is also the recruit battalion, generally you will only be responsible for patrolling the camp and transporting war materials, and will not directly go to the front line to participate in the battle. This way, your chance of dying is infinitely close to zero. ”

"In addition, I have borrowed three fifth-order guards from Andrew's family to accompany you disguised as recruits, and they will ensure your safety. And just survive this war and wait for you to come back. Your experience, with some artistic embellishments from me, will make a glorious piece of history. And the dazzling light is enough to cover up any stains. Clough looked at his son and said, "Don't you always ask me what politics is, look, this is politics!"

Looking at Bosig, who seemed to understand whether he understood or not, Clough sighed in his heart. He knew that his son was still too young, but who did not come from his youth, including him. He only hopes that through this military career, he will create a brilliant experience for his son, and at the same time, let him become mature as soon as possible.

The army of the Western Expedition set out, and in Asgard, countless undercurrents were surging. The big and the small, the light and the dark, they all point to the land that knows to the west!