Genos looked at Brandon with a little more jealousy, was the person in front of him really the deacon who had just left? As if to confirm his conjecture, the two inadvertently met eyes.

What is he laughing at!?

Genos's heart was beating violently, he rarely panicked, and at this moment he was startled by Brandon's fleeting smile, but Brandon didn't give him time to think, his left hand was lightly placed on Gilles's shoulder, and the movement of his right hand to withdraw the sword suddenly changed, and the sharp blade stabbed straight at Gilles.

Gilles's thoughts were confused at the moment, and he was even more defenseless against Brandon, when the blade accurately passed through the gap in the waist of the armor, he had not yet reacted, and when he realized it, the waist had been pierced by the blade, and the lower half of his body was numb, and he couldn't even feel the pain, and the blood was like a stream, spreading along the lines of the armor......

"Little ...... Heart......"

Genos looked at what was happening in front of him in disbelief, his warning was too late, Brandon took off Gilles's helmet without hurry, and threw it at his feet, Gilles's hair was tightly clinging to the sweat and rain, his face was pale and terrifying, he touched the sword inserted in the right side of his waist with his hand in disbelief, and his hand was full of blood.

But...... Why?

He looked at the deacon he had followed for twenty years, and there was only confusion in his eyes......

Austin felt like he was about to break down, he couldn't understand what was happening in front of him, what should he do?

Kill Brandon to avenge Gilles?

Or should I act as if I didn't see anything?

Austin...... Austin...... Austin...... Wake up, wake up!"

This is...... Isn't he already dead? Austin was a little confused, and he watched in a daze as Gilles, covered in blood, stood in front of him, calling his name repeatedly......

The voice of the call became clearer and clearer, and the scene in front of him became more and more blurred, Austin shouted, sat up suddenly, covered in cold sweat, he looked at Giles who was sitting on the side, except for the fact that his face was a little pale from the rain, there was nothing unusual, and he was stunned for a while before he reacted, "I see...... Was it just a dream?"

"What dreams are so scary and screaming?" quipped Giles.

"Nothing, a boring dream, when did I fall asleep?

Austin wiped his face, his head hurt a little, and it took a while to react, the rope in his hand didn't know where it went, but Giles didn't hold the rope in his hand, and he couldn't help but wonder in his heart, could it be that it was all a dream?

"Bored dreams?"

Giles's expression became a little weird, he laughed a few times meaninglessly, stood up on the ground, staggered to Austin, grabbed Austin's hair with his right hand, and pressed his head against the trunk of the tree "It hurts, I really hurt......"

"What are you doing...... ......"

Austin was shocked to find that the lower half of Gilles's body was stained with blood at some point, and there was a pool of blood where he was sitting just now, and the sword ran through his waist from right to left, and with Gilles's movements, it kept shaking, and a large amount of blood continued to gush outward.

"Any idea how much pain I have?"

Gilles laughed wildly and pulled out the blade of the sword stuck in his waist with his backhand, and the blood splattered Austin's face, the warm blood and the cold rain mixed together, and turned pale red as far as the eye could see. Austin tried his best to break free of Giles's grasp, but the sword had already fallen......

"Don't ......"

Austin only had time to utter a single word, the sword had already slashed through his neck, and the warm liquid dispelled the cold, but also took away the last bit of Austin's body temperature.

"Ahh

Austin sat up suddenly, gasping for air, reaching out and touching his neck, there was no wound, no blood, another ...... Dreams?

"What kind of dream is so scary, screaming?" joked Gilles, who was sitting next to him.

It was the voice again, the sentence again, Austin stood up abruptly, drew his sword and pointed it at Gilles, unspeakable fear took root in his heart, he had no way to tell if this was reality or a dream, but in any case, he couldn't let Gilles get half a step closer to him.

"What's wrong? What dreams make you so nervous?"

Gilles shrugged his shoulders with a wry smile, got up and walked towards Austin, but his smile seemed exactly the same as in Austin's dream, revealing an inexplicable weirdness, Austin raised his sword to aim at Gilles, and said sharply, "Stay away from me." ”

"What the hell is going on with you? Isn't it just a dream, it scares you. ”

Gilles ignored his warning, still walking forward without hurrying, the distance between the two was getting closer and closer, Austin's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, he was hesitating to make a move, he couldn't prove that it was a dream, which meant that the Gilles in front of him might be real.

Maybe it's just a double dream, he has actually woken up, as Giles said, he was just scared, after all, this biting cold rain is not like the feeling in a dream, Austin thought for a moment, slowly put down his sword, he chose to trust his instincts.

"Come, tell me, what kind of dream scared you like this?"

"Nothing, just a boring dream. ”

Perhaps a little impatient, this familiar sentence blurted out.

"Oh, really...... But...... I'm in real pain!"

Defenseless, the blade pierced through his chest, and Austin's mouth foamed with blood, and he fell at Gilles' feet for the second time, the darkness quickly engulfing his consciousness, and the icy rain once again took away the last shred of his body temperature.

"Ahh

Austin screamed, and he woke up again, still familiar to him, Gilles sitting next to him by the black cloud tree.

"What kind of dream is so scary, yelling?"

At this moment, pain and death are so insignificant, what is a dream, what is reality, it no longer matters to Austin, the fearful person is a corpse when he dies, and he is a corpse when he is alive.

......

"You're not him, who are you!?"

Genos watched Brandon kill Gilles with a sword, but for some reason, Austin turned a blind eye to this scene, as if he had lost his soul, and he didn't even react to the sword in his hand falling to the ground, and he couldn't hear what he was saying in his mouth, although it looked exactly the same, but his intuition told him that the person in front of him was definitely not Brandon.

Brandon glanced at him, slowly drew his sword blade, and pushed Giles's body away, he sneered, "There are only two kinds of people in this world, one is a smart person who lives longer, and the other is a fool, and I don't know why he died, tell me, are you a smart person or a fool?"

Genos was silent, although the person in front of him was seriously injured, but judging from the speed of his shot and Austin's reaction, it was just a matter of turning over his hands that he really wanted to kill himself, so why didn't he choose to do it directly, but to ask such a question of unknown meaning?

"Genos, born in the three hundred and sixty-fourth year of the Ping Era, is now twenty-six years old...... Brandon said unhurriedly.

"Shut up!" Genos's pupils shrank suddenly, and his expression was more hideous than ever.

"The son of a rapist and a prostitute. ”

"Shut the fuck up for me!"

Dusty memories surged in his mind, the scabbed scars were forcibly torn open, anger instantly engulfed all Genos's reason, he stared at his blood-red eyes, and the killing intent was blazing like a raging wave, at this moment he forgot the gap in strength, forgot to think, just wanted to plunge a sword into the throat of the person in front of him, let him shut up forever!

But the sword slashed into the air......

The sky was overcast, the snow was falling on his shoulders, and Genos, who was only thirteen years old, was wearing a tattered and dirty shirt, cowering barefoot by the trash can on the corner of the street, his face was pale and frightening, his feet were already numb, and the coldness against his skin reminded him of everything.

Yes, it was today, a day he would never forget.

Can that kind of person be called a parent?

It doesn't matter if the robber is there, the prostitute doesn't matter, even picking up customers in front of him, even killing the guests in front of him, and it doesn't matter if he fights because of the uneven distribution of money, but the only thing he can't accept is the eyes of those two people looking at him, so disgusted, so indifferent, as if looking at a maggot, a mosquito that sucks their blood, and wants to be slapped to death.

Just today, those two people thought he was in the way, and after receiving the guest, they drove him out of the back door, and told him bluntly that it was best to freeze to death outside and not go back.

Yes, for money, for life, what is family affection?

It was already the greatest mercy to give birth to him at the beginning, what else was there to hope for, Genos always comforted himself like this, his mother was going to pick up guests, his father was going to rob money, and his own words on the side were really in the way...... It's really in the way, right......

The shops on both sides of the street, the restaurants are always so bright, every time he passes by, he will always stay for a long time, the soft and warm light is projected on his body, imprinted into his eyes, and intertwined into countless beautiful thoughts in his mind, until the clerk impatiently blasts him away, he will not be nostalgic, everything will fall apart when he turns around, since he has never owned it, naturally he does not care about losing.

But anyway, at least he still has a not very warm family affection, and he always comforts himself so much.

At two o'clock in the morning, the snow was pouring up on the streets, and even the last shops to close were turned off to announce the end of the day, and Genos was glad that he had found a lot of leftover food in the trash can, many of which were just bites and thrown away, perhaps unappetizing, but he thought it was delicious, and he picked out a few pieces of clean-looking bread and put them in a bag, and planned to bring them to his father, so that maybe they would not kick him out again for a while, Genos thought.

Maybe......