Chapter 556 Boys and Men

When the banquet ended, it was already a dinner party, and the guests left quietly, for fear of disturbing Auban, who was getting more and more seriously injured. Even if Aubain's dormitory was far away from the banquet hall, even if the music was loud here, he would not hear a single note. But the guests still left like ghosts. The carriages circled the square of the castle one after another, and the turning wheels were printed on the foggy ground, dragging out intricate traces like water snakes.

The wind lamp hanging in front of the carriage cast a faint yellow halo under the gradually diffuse mist, illuminating a corner of the night, and at the same time pulled the carriage out of a long shadow. The other end of the shadow blends into the dim night, without distinction between each other.

Allen didn't take the carriage, he let the carriage go back first, and walked on the streets of Ark Harbor by himself. The street at midnight was very quiet, but not so quiet that even half a person could be seen. From time to time, under those dim street lights, one or two drunks would be seen stumbling across the long street dragging wine bottles. They would even lie down in the middle of the street, and the next morning, of course, patrolling soldiers would blow their whistles to drive them away.

You will also see gorgeously dressed women in short skirts that are attractive enough to stand under street lamps or shop signs in bars. Whenever a man passes by, they will pose in various seductive poses. And when there is no one, their bodies shiver slightly in the light to resist the coldness of midnight. After all, the season has already entered autumn, and soon it will be cold winter.

The city is tired and asleep. The dark and shallow cloud lines in the sky made the night sky present a complex layer of light and shadow. The clouds are thick tonight, blocking moonlight and stars. Allen suddenly stood still and looked up at the night sky, only to realize that he hadn't looked up at the sky like this for a long time. He has been busy since returning to Paradise from Earth. He suddenly felt at a loss. Before the age of ten, life at that time was hard. Hunting with wolves, the daily goal is to be able to hunt enough food and survive. So repetitive, monotonous but satisfying; after the age of ten, life has undergone earth-shaking changes.

Now he no longer has to worry about food, but the goal of life has become blurred. Today's goal is no longer satisfied by a fat rabbit or a calf every day. That goal became bigger, requiring Allen to harvest more things every day to fill some of the corners.

So is this kind of life what I want? Allen asked himself this way, participated in the death ring, entered the Academy of Dawn, went to the star of the underworld, and now he is on an expedition to Outland. All of this seems to have an invisible hand pushing Allen forward, but the whole process, the pace is too fast, so fast that Allen never thought of himself. Until now, the breath of death lingering on Oban's body is like a wake-up call, ringing in Allen's heart, urging him to think about himself.

Think about it all, does he want it?

The instructor of the college once said that people always need to have ideals. Because of ideals, people have the motivation to move forward; ideals will change, and the higher you stand, the bigger your ideals will be.

Allen also had ideals.

Before the age of ten, the ideal life was not to have to run around for food every day; after the age of ten, he hoped to get a good position in the huge Bethkind family, so that he could use the power of the family to accomplish some things, such as finding The man named Archimedes sent the devil's praise into his chest in accordance with his mother's last wish.

But now, he is already one of the heirs in line of the family, and has even established himself on the colonial planet. However, there are also more and more things on the body, and life is like a river. You'd think that by filling the river, the bed would rise and life would fill. But you didn't expect that when you buried your head in filling the river, more tributaries opened up at the other end of the river, so the river became wider and deeper.

It's so wide that you can't see the other side, and it's deep enough to sink you with one step.

Allen shook his head mockingly, hiding these unrealistic thoughts in his heart. He is not a poet and has no time for emotion. He has the high hopes of his mother and grandfather on him, and he doesn't want to let those people down. He also wanted to protect the relationship with Lucy, and in order to protect the relationship between the two, Allen knew exactly what he needed. Coupled with the opening of the Road of Burning Blood, regardless of his original intentions, he has already entered and participated in this even more cruel game.

And all of this points to the same point like a ray, and that point is called power!

Re-firming one's goal, the veins in the annual rings of life will become more profound. But Allen didn't think that many people at his age are still teenagers who don't know how to feel sad, but he already has the heart of a man.

Allen smiled and walked again. The road is still the same road, the street is still the same street. But from the moment Allen took his steps, his life has taken another step. The night is still gentle, like a woman's long hair, entangled with you. It is also like the fog that entangles every corner. People walking in the fog are like being trapped in the tenderness of the night.

So this foggy street is also gentle. When Allen turned into this street, two alcoholics were lying on the ground, holding bottles and talking nonsense; not far from them, under the streetlight opposite, a The man looked impatiently at the bar frequently, then turned his head and smiled and said something to a beautiful but old woman.

From the intermittent words, Allen heard more numbers, as if the two were bargaining for a night's sleep.

This is life for most people.

Allen walked forward, passed the drunkard, and stopped near the couple. Then he turned around and smiled: "Everyone's acting is very good, but not serious enough. At least the drunk should be full of alcohol, and the whore should not have a knife hidden in the bag. I suggest you change it to a dagger or something next time, or Change to a larger bag, you can see that the knife is almost stabbing out of the bag. Of course, the most important thing is that when I walked in, you all had a murderous look on your body. As far as killers are concerned, you are too incompetent."

The atmosphere of the street suddenly changed.

The two drunkards suddenly sat up from the ground, then patted their buttocks and spread out. The men and women who were bargaining walked around behind Allen, and the woman threw away the bag she was carrying, and she already had a black dagger in her hand. The man put on a show, bowed to Allen and said, "I've been waiting for a long time, Sir Allen."

Allen turned around, looked at their faces and said, "Now the entire Ark Port knows who I am. I'm sorry that the local Adventurer's Guild or Killer Group didn't have the guts to accept the order to assassinate me. Then you are From outside? Let me guess, I offended Count Reckard not long ago, are you his people?"

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