desire reconciliation

After Lancelot left the palace, he called Justuna: "How about it, did you receive any news from the military department?"

Justu looked confused: "It wasn't yesterday that I received the front-line newsletter. The date of sending it was three days ago. There was no abnormality in the Zongyuan abnormality detection. I reported this to you this morning."

"I didn't ask you this, is there a problem with Uriah?" Lancelot said hurriedly.

Justu didn't understand, so he said, "Huh? What's the matter with Uriah, do you want to ask about their ongoing repair plan for the transfer station?"

Lancelot didn't hear anything strange from Justu, and he relaxed a little bit: "It's nothing, I'll just ask."

"Hey, why are you so weird?"

"If anything happens, please contact me immediately."

Justu let out a "hmm", a little confused: "Why do you look tired?"

"no."

"Hearing you like this, I dare not joke with you anymore. Is there anything I can do to help?"

Lancelot smiled wryly.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Justu said, "It's okay, if you need anything, you can call me anytime, and I'll call back whoever bullies you."

Lancelot didn't know what to say for a while, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Thank you."

Justu was taken aback for a moment, and then said with a naive smile: "Hahaha, which one of us is with whom, you should rest early, I can handle it at the military department."

It was early morning when Lancelot returned to the dormitory.

He usually has physical training before going to bed, and he will fall asleep soon after lying on the bed, but today he is still tossing and turning in bed, unable to fall asleep.

He worried that something might happen to Uriah.

There is a problem with the information transfer station, and it is still uncertain whether it is simplex or duplex. If the rest of the information stations that are working normally are simplex, and he sent this newsletter, the email sent by Uriah is still on the way. He couldn't receive it, and he couldn't take the risk of directly sending Uriah a message to inquire.

The best thing to do now is to wait for a communication from Uriah.

After drinking the hot milk, his stomach felt warm, but his hands and feet were cold.

He lay on the bed and picked up the terminal beside the bed, staring at the communication interface between him and Uriah.

That newsletter was sent five days ago, and according to the six-day back and forth, Uriah’s newsletter will be sent tomorrow if there is no accident.

Lancelot did not

He has experienced the situation of being unable to sleep the day before the next day's exam. He heard others complain that the more nervous he was, the less he could fall asleep, and the more he couldn't sleep, he had to force himself to sleep.

He seems to have some experience now.

I couldn't sleep at night, and Lancelot was not in a good condition the next day.

Justu was a little overwhelmed by the atmosphere in the office. Although Lancelot is usually quiet, at least he can get a response when he says a few words. Today is good, except for the "morning" when he just entered the office. Besides, the second word did not come out of Lancelot's mouth this morning.

Looking at the black eyes under Lancelot's eyes, and his staring at the terminal in a daze every once in a while, Justu adjusted the atmosphere and said, "I never thought that someone like you would be troubled by love sometimes."

If these words were put to rest, Lancelot would have choked him if he hadn't kicked him, but today Justu's words were like a stone dropped into the water, but he didn't even stir up a small wave. Ne returned to the quietness of falling needles.

Justu: "Are you worried about Uriah?"

Lancelot ignored him and continued with the work in hand. Justu waved his hand: "It's not that you don't know Uriah's skill, you're just worrying about it."

Lancelot turned a page in his file.

Justu sighed, walked to Lancelot, and gently tugged at the document in front of him.

Lancelot didn't feel annoyed when he dropped the document, he looked up at Justu.

Justu: "Okay, okay, don't do it, you haven't read this document all morning, put on your clothes, and I'll take you to a place."

"Where?"

"Hey, the word in your mouth is really precious. You spit out three in one morning. Can you leave with one sentence?"

Lancelot nodded and followed Justu.

Where they went, Lancelot came several times in a few months. He was already a regular visitor to this dungeon.

Justu: "Let's go, I'll take you to drink, man, it's normal to be a little stressed and a little bit annoyed, there's nothing that a hot pot meal can't solve."

Lancelot: "Shouldn't it be drinking?"

Justu was taken aback when he heard the words: "The boy is quite wild, drink as much as you want."

Justu said to open the way for him in front, and the two walked through the intricate streets and alleys of the underground city. Justu explained to him very cheerfully in front of him, and they also passed the snack bar that Uriah took him to before. street.

The candy stall was just around the corner of the snack street. Lancelot glanced at the stall, and there was still a pile of white-wrapped milk candy in a small corner.

But with just such a casual glance, he saw a dirty little hand groping around the stall beside the stall.

Lancelot was curious, so he stopped to pay attention, his little hand was on the edge of the unremarkable pile of milk candies on the table, and he retracted after touching it while the boss was not paying attention.

Seeing that Lancelot didn't follow, Justu stopped at the intersection and looked at something, he walked back and asked, "What's wrong?"

Looking in the direction of Lancelot's gaze, he joked: "You little nobleman still like street food in the dungeon? If you like it, we can go for a walk, anyway, it's just for fun, why? How to be happy."

Lancelot kept staring at the booth, surrounded by a lot of noise, and he didn't pay attention to what Justu said. A boy who looked like [-] or [-] came out from behind the booth among the passing crowd. His hair was cut The dress is neat, but the face, hands and clothes are all dirty.

Lancelot saw the little boy swaying away and entered an alley. Justu was still yelling beside him. He grabbed Justu and squeezed into the crowd and walked to the depths of the alley.

Justu hadn't recovered from being dragged by him: "Alas, please slow down."

That alley does not lead to the end. There are many such small roads in the underground city, mostly because no one manages the underground city all year round, let alone street planning. Many houses have been demolished and rebuilt. Building and expanding, so that there will be such a gap in the middle of many houses.

When the two of them squeezed into the alley, the children inside had disappeared. Fortunately, the path did not fork, and after turning around three or four turns, Lancelot saw the little boy who stole the toffee just now.

Justu patted the ashes on his body and followed behind him: "What is this for? Walking around the natural labyrinth of the dungeon?"

Lancelot gestured for him to silence him, but Justu's voice was so loud that the people at the end of the alley had already heard his voice.

"Who's there?"

Lancelot had no choice but to come out from the corner, and the scene at the end of the alley was unobstructed.

There was not only that one child there, there were several children curled up in the corner, who looked younger than the boy who stole the toffee, and the boy who stole the toffee

Distribute the toffee in your hand to those children in turn.

Next to it is a small house built with wooden boxes and a few pieces of cloth, and there are some daily necessities around, but they all look like leftovers from others or can be regarded as garbage.

The toffee thief protected the children behind him, with a timid look in his eyes: "What do you want to do?"

Lancelot also felt the children's hostility. He didn't rush forward, but stood at a distance and said to the children, "Don't be afraid, we are not bad people."

Perhaps it was because he was dressed so well that he didn't look like someone from the dungeon, or because his appearance scared people away. Not only did the group of children not let down their guard, the few squatting on the ground were even frightened by his words. Get a shudder.

Justu secretly covered his face at the side. He stepped forward and took out the wallet and cigarette case from his pocket, took out a few coins and cigarettes, and threw them on the open space in front of the children.

Lancelot didn't understand why he did this, but he noticed that after Justu took out the things, there was no fear in the eyes of the children, but a little eagerness to move.

After the coins and smoke fell to the ground, those children rushed forward and picked up everything on the ground.

The leading child stood up first and said, "What do you want to ask?"

Lancelot could feel that these children were not as hostile to them as before after they took Justu's things, but it could not be said that they had completely let go of their guard.

Justu also turned to him and asked, "Ask you, what do you think, young master?"

All eyes fell on Lancelot. He was about to speak when he heard footsteps behind him.

Lancelot looked back. It was a child who was about the same age as the boy who had just stolen the candy. His body was covered with injuries, his pants were torn to pieces, and his calf was still bleeding out.

"Wide!"

The leading child seemed not to be afraid of them anymore, he squeezed past Lancelot and the others in the crowded alley, ran to the boy, and helped him sit aside.

He treated the child's wound with a cloth strip he took out from nowhere.

Lancelot whispered to Justus, "Is there a handkerchief?"

Justu looked contemptuous: "What are you doing?"

"Sooner or later there will be problems with him bandaging the wound like that."

Indeed, the original color of the cloth strips used for bandaging can no longer be seen clearly

.

Justu raised his eyebrows: "Shouldn't you ask Omega for a handkerchief? Do you think I'm someone who knows how to wear a handkerchief?"

Lancelot glanced at him: "Stop talking nonsense, I just saw you used it this morning."

Justu gave a "tss" and handed Lancelot the handkerchief in his pocket.

When Lancelot took over, Justu was still unwilling to let go: "These children are very tough, and it's okay not to use my handkerchief."

Justu felt bitter, this was his favorite handkerchief.

He felt that he should also buy an almanac for his little handkerchief, and read it every day before going out to avoid accidents.

Lancelot looked at him without speaking.

Justu looked at him and said, "All right, all right, here you are." Then he handed the handkerchief to Lancelot.

Lancelot stepped forward and handed the handkerchief to the little boy. The latter said "thank you" and took the handkerchief for his companion to bandage.

Lancelot asked Justus in a low voice, "Do you know what's going on?"

Justu didn't know why Lancelot suddenly insisted on following a candy-stealing kid to this ghostly place, and he still felt sorry for his handkerchief, and replied to him beside him: "It doesn't look like that. The one who was beaten was probably bitten by a dog."

"Even if he was bitten by a dog, it wouldn't be so serious, wouldn't he run away if he couldn't get hit?"

"Did you see what he has in his hand? Why don't you run away? After running away, these kids will be hungry today."

The two whispered softly.

Lancelot had just noticed that the injured child was holding something in his hands, and only after hearing what Justu said did he realize that the poor-looking bag was filled with leftovers from other people's food.

The child was actually eaten by wild dogs in the garbage dump.

Lancelot asked Justu to wait here. He ran out of the alley, bought a bunch of things in the snack street, and came back with heavy hands.

Lancelot put the two big bags in front of the group of children. He thought they would be looted like cigarettes and coins just now, but the fact is that no one dared to touch the bag in front of him.

Justu understood that this was the noble young master feeling the sufferings of the world, and he was showing kindness here.

He took two steps forward and randomly picked out two kinds of food from the bag, stuffed a few mouthfuls into his mouth, and then stuffed several kinds into Lancelot's hands.

Lancelot: "I bought it for them."

Justu: "I know. No

Let you eat it all, you can just eat a few mouthfuls. "

Lancelot felt that this might be the same as throwing coins and cigarettes, and it was some kind of wonderful ritual in the dungeon, so he stuffed a few pieces of snacks into his mouth as he said.

The two ate a few mouthfuls, and Justu said to the group of children: "It's okay, this is just bought for you by our young master out of kindness, don't be ignorant."

After saying this, the children still didn't move. The oldest boy on the other side finished bandaging the injured child, got up and walked over.

"Let's talk about what you want to do first, we can't take this for nothing."

Justu really didn't know what Lancelot wanted to do, and it seemed that Lancelot was also acting on a whim. He probably didn't know why he did it, so he simply said: "I said it was sent to you out of kindness. , this good thing doesn’t happen every day, after passing this village, there will be no such shop.”

Lancelot heard what the child said, and he saw that the oldest of these children was no more than thirteen or fourteen years old, but the words he said did not seem like what a child could say.

Lancelot: "What can you do for me?"

The leading child didn't seem to have expected Lancelot to ask him this question, and after a few seconds of daze, he replied, "I can do whatever I can."

"Is it okay to kill and set fire?" Lancelot asked.

The child stared at the two bags of food on the ground, which probably lasted for half a month for the group of them. He looked back at the skinny child sitting in the corner who was hungry, and then at the two neatly dressed men in front of him, their heads slightly Hanging down, clenched his hands by his sides, seeing him like that made the final decision very difficult.

"Yes, but this matter can only be done by me alone, and they cannot be involved."

Lancelot was not surprised by the answer. He said to the child, "Think about it. The food is yours, you come with us."

The boy nodded, and several older children rushed over and hugged him to tell him not to go, and the injured child sitting by the wall also yelled at him.

"elder brother!"

"Brother, don't go with them, we don't eat these things anymore."

"Wooooow, brother."

But the boy didn't waver, and didn't even say a few more words. He said to Lancelot, "Let's go."

The corner of Lancelot's clothes was dragged by the boy's dirty little hands and walked out of the alley.

Seeing that the entrance of the alley was in front of him, Lancelot stopped and walked on

The boy in front stopped and looked back at him even if he couldn't pull anyone.

Lancelot: "Let me ask you a few questions first."

The boy had heard that someone would find the children in the dungeon and ask them to disguise themselves to engage in illegal activities similar to murder and arson, but he had never heard that the employer who hired the murderer would ask himself questions in turn. , and be so polite to a child who has no background in the dungeon.

But thinking about it the other way around, the boy felt that the good-looking adult in front of him was a little different.

"You ask."

After that, the question asked by this tall and good-looking man exceeded his expectations again.

Lancelot asked him: "Why did you just take milk sugar instead of other sugar?"

The boy was puzzled: "You mean milk cube?"

Lancelot: "It's the one with 'Dungeon Brand Milk Candy' on the package, don't you care if it's called milk candy?"

The boy said: "It's milk candy, that's right, because there are sugar cubes in it, so we usually call it a milk cube." The boy said and took out another one from his pocket.

Lancelot: "That's right."

The boy said: "I was told before that if I eat milk candy, I won't have cramps or pain when I go to bed at night."

Lancelot: "Who told you that?"

The boy replied truthfully: "I don't remember. Many people have said that. This saying has been circulating in the dungeon for many years. They also said that it is milk that works, but the milk in the dungeon is too expensive. If you steal it If it is discovered, it is likely to be beaten to death. We still dare to steal the milk candy. If we find out, we will be beaten at most. Do you want to ask the function of this milk candy?"

It was the first time that Lancelot was called "Sir", and he was not used to it. He replied, "It's okay, I'll just ask."

It is true that there is no such a coincidence in the world, and Uriah may have heard it from someone else.

The boy nodded when he heard the words, and then asked, "Does the gentleman have any other questions?"

Lancelot replied that there was no, and the three walked out of the alley together, and Lancelot stopped in front of a candy stand.

Seeing the little boy behind Lancelot, the stall owner yelled, "Ho! Boy, how dare you come out! See if I don't beat you to death!"

The little boy wanted to run away, but Justu hugged him back.

Justu: "What did you do?"

The boy said: "Before stealing

Sugar was caught too. "

Justu: "You've been caught and you still dare to steal?"

The boy didn't speak.

Lancelot said from the side: "How much candy has this child taken before? I'll pay for it."

The stall owner looked at Lancelot, as if he was considering the authenticity of his words.

At this time, Lancelot's appearance took advantage. His face and demeanor did not make people feel that he was lying. Maybe Eustu didn't have him.

The stall owner: "Are you serious? You help him pay?" He glanced at the little boy, "He didn't take less from me."

Lancelot took out [-] star coins: "Are these enough?"

It may take several months to earn so much money by setting up a stall in the dungeon, and the milk candy is already cheap, and it only costs a few yuan to buy a bunch.

The stall owner took the money: "Enough is enough, enough for him to steal from me for another year."

Lancelot: "Then help me wrap up the leftover caramel, I want it all."

The stall owner cheerfully went to fill him with sugar.

Lancelot handed the bag of milk candy to the boy and said to him, "You go back."

The boy took the bag in his hand with some astonishment.

"Sir won't you let me do something?"

Lancelot looked deep into the alley: "Do you want to protect them?"

The boy nodded earnestly.

Lancelot: "If you really want to protect them, you shouldn't sacrifice yourself, you should make yourself stronger, strong enough to provide them with shelter."

Justu whistled from the side: "Philosophy teacher."

He was wondering just now that Lancelot wanted to find a child to do murder and arson, but the man slipped the child out to talk about life principles.

Justu hated children and women crying the most. Seeing that the boy was about to cry in a second, he quickly said, "Okay, okay, go back quickly, don't be so sensational."

Justu looked like he was about to drive someone away, but the boy still stood there, tears streaming down his face. He wiped away his tears, bowed to Lancelot, turned around and walked into the alley run away.

Before running a few steps, he stopped again, turned around and shouted to them: "Sir! Can you tell me your name!"

"Lancelot."

The boy bowed deeply again: "When I grow up, I want to be like you!"

Lancelot smiled and replied to him: "If there is such a day, come

Report from the Imperial Army. "

The boy was slightly shocked, bowed deeply to them again, turned his head and ran into the alley, his figure disappeared around a turn.

Justu joked on the side: "Yes, I don't forget to recruit new recruits for the military department at this time." He gave a thumbs up, "If the recruits for the military department have your professionalism, they don't need to be recruited by Uli back then. Ya gave speeches everywhere, and I am a majestic adjutant of the marshal, and I have to distribute leaflets."

Lancelot ignored him and continued to philosophize: "People who are also trapped in the quagmire, those who climb up by themselves with a rope are more eager to survive than those who are pulled up by others. I just gave him a rope."

Justu thought about his words for a while: "I really didn't realize that you have a set of life philosophies."

Lancelot: "Shall I enlighten you?"

Justu shook his head: "No need."

The two continued to wander around the dungeon.

Justu: "But to be honest, after a long time of contact, I realized that you are actually not as unkind as the rumors say."

"I'm unkind?"

Justu nodded: "Many people commented on you, saying that you have always been cold, and your flesh and blood seem to have no temperature."

"Flesh and flesh are cold? Do you think I'm dead?" Lancelot choked on him again.

Justu didn't know whether he was in a better mood or worse, but it was better to talk than not to talk.

In a short while, the missing corner of the milk candy on the candy stand was filled again. Lancelot was amazed at the speed of replenishment of the milk candy.

Without saying a word, he bought the pile of milk candies again.

Justu: "Don't tell me, you're going to send those kids there again?"

Lancelot threw him one, took out one and peeled it off, saying, "No, I'll keep these for myself."

But in fact, the previous purchase was still in his cabinet and he hadn't finished eating it.

Dungeon brand milk candy, also known as the "milk cube" in the mouth of children, is actually not very delicious, and the milk flavor is not very strong, and it is still sticky to the teeth.

But the square one is interesting to eat.

After the two walked out of the snack street, they continued to walk towards the bar, during which Lancelot asked a few more questions out of curiosity.

"Are there any customs in the underground city? Why do you throw cigarettes and coins to the children?"

Justu chewed and swallowed the candy in his mouth, and took out a few more from Lancelot's bag

.

"It's not a custom. Human life is worthless in a dungeon, let alone a child that no one cares about. Cigarettes and coins are just a matter of personal preference. After all, they are the people we went to first. This is a sign of sincerity."

He opened his mouth and picked his teeth: "Hey, hey, this candy hasn't changed after all these years, it's still so sticky to the teeth."

After finishing digging, Justu continued: "But it shouldn't be too expensive. For example, if you put two bags of food directly in front of others, they would not dare to take it. They are young but they know how to take it." There is a price to be paid for something of value.”

The toffee in Justu's mouth was chewing loudly again: "You give them something out of kindness, but they will misunderstand your kindness, because there have been such examples before, some nobles with no humanity are looking for underground The starving children in the city feed them poisoned food, and then watch them gradually die. There are too many such disgusting things, not only the nobles, but even the original residents of the dungeon have some very bad people .”

The more Lancelot heard it, the more he felt uncomfortable. They are both life and children. The nobles in the upper class can regard human life as a plaything in their palms, and the children in the dungeon will compete with wild dogs for food.

The place the two of them went to was the bar where Lancelot competed with people from the dungeon. The bearded man at the front desk recognized Lancelot and gave him a few bottles of wine.

Not only the bearded man, but also several people in the bar recognized Lancelot, but he had no intention of chatting with these people, and drank in a small corner by himself.

And Justu had a good time, and he was particularly interested in why these people knew Lancelot.

Some said that Lancelot had won the top few players in the dungeon fighting list at that time, and some said that Lancelot was a peerless fierce A, even the famous Kane in the dungeon was beaten, and because of the latter's More people.

While talking with Justu, these people didn't forget to take another look at Lancelot who was in the corner. Seeing him drinking vigorously was completely supporting their point of view.

Some people asked Justu why Kane didn't come with Lancelot, and why Lancelot drank alone. Even if anyone asked Justu, he answered that he didn't know.

The result is that these two questions are added together, and they are passed on one after another, and finally the question changes.

In a daze, he concocted another romantic story after dinner.