Heartbreaker

The undead gazed at his master.

Luo lowered his head, trying to see the king's gaze from the city wall.This song is for you, Lemon.He lightly closed his eyelids, facing the other party's dim eyes, and softly sang the song buried in his heart:

"I said I like Baiyun,

But when it's dark and gloomy,

Will still pity its weeping tears;

I said I like flowers,

But as it withers and withers,

Will still kiss its ruined wreck;

I said I like the beach,

But when it was swallowed by the raging tide,

Will still be by its side.

That's why, no matter what you look like..."

He stood up, the flying cloak was like the embers of the night, and his soft voice drifted into the distance with the cold wind.

"I still like you."

He couldn't see the appearance of the young king, but a deep sense of satisfaction filled his cold heart.He seemed to be able to hear the beating of his own heart, and the singing stopped abruptly at the last syllable, leaving behind the aftertaste hidden in the north wind.Luo took a deep breath, and suddenly felt a faint warmth in the palm of his hand, slowly rising from the depths of his skin.

"elder brother……?"

A familiar voice suddenly sounded behind him, Luo was startled, and turned his head suddenly, only to see the dead soul of his former brother.Jeremy's transparent soul floated in the air, his lower body almost turned into a wisp of smoke, and there were some dark dust around the edge of the soul.His eyes widened in astonishment, and his eyes passed through the black cloak of the undead, through the pale skin, and glimpsed the taboo that the naked eye could not see anyway.

Human beings have blood vessels and bones under their normal skin, and they can also see the color of the soul wandering around the body.Unlike real humans, his brother's body only had a hazy mass of pure white light.

Although the light cluster was only the size of a fist, it was very bright, as if it was the first ray of light piercing the chaos of the world.

Jeremy immediately understood everything, and all the difficult doubts were strung together in his mind like beads, and suddenly became clear.He raised his hands in disbelief, covered his face, and sobbed in a broken voice, "Brother... so you have already..."

It turns out that you are already dead.

It turns out that you didn't mean to leave me and my mother alone.

It turns out that you have already died, but we were kept in the dark.

"Brother... I'm sorry..." Jeremy cried bitterly, his gray and lonely soul twisted out of its creases in pain, and the tail wrinkled into a knot in sorrow.He covered his tearful eyes with his arms, bit his lips fiercely with his teeth, and lowered his eyebrows sadly, just like the timid child back then, who would only weep wearily and weakly in front of his dependent elder brother.

"Jeremy..." Luo hugged his shoulder sadly, "I didn't expect...what happened to you? Why..."

There was also a sob in his tone.My brother died.Luo patted his younger brother on the back, thinking bitterly, but I didn't do anything, and I didn't even know the truth at this moment.

Jeremy sniffed, "There's no need to be sad, brother. I died in the massacre, beaten to death by those rioting tax collectors. They hate me and the tax collectors too much. It's probably fate, my Even luck can't save me."

He blinked the tears in his eyes, looked at his strange brother sadly, and said, "Brother...can you tell me? What happened when you were sent to the king city...why did you meet with me again?" King together? I don't want to be ignorant of your pain and joy anymore, tell me, brother..."

The two brothers looked side by side at the huge full moon in the sky.Luo talked about the unbearable past, looking at the silent sea of ​​stars, his anxious heart suddenly calmed down, as if the bright stars in the sky meandered into a long river and flowed into the soft atrium.He told how he was abused in the manor, how he jumped off the carriage, and was dying to be killed by other people's swords.

"The current King Sol is my master..." The corners of Luo's lips curled up in a tranquil arc, and he said, "He chose me and gave me his soul, so that I can return to the world and use the empty Feel the world with your eyes and cold body."

"I don't know..." Jeremy pulled his hair with both hands, his surprise and regret melted into a sadness thicker than the night, "I don't know what happened to you in the manor back then...I thought...I'm sorry, brother , it was I who killed you..."

"There's no need to apologize, Jeremy. I just want to put it behind me now, and it's best to forget it completely." Luo smiled lightly, "I once lost my vision, my hands and feet were cold, and I was staggering in despair in the darkness where I couldn't see my fingers. Longing for a beam of fire to light my way forward and warm my remnant..."

Jeremy asked, "So did you find it?"

Luo nodded, deep in the dark eye hole, the faint blue flame gently swayed, "I found it. It warms me, and I will always protect it in the palm of my hand."

Jeremy asked tentatively, "Is that beam of fire you're talking about... the king?"

"……Um."

Jeremy hesitated to speak, lowered his head with a complex expression, and remained silent.Luo noticed that the other party seemed to be frustrated, so he asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Jeremy raised his head again and squeezed out a smile, "It's nothing, brother. I'm happy for you..." He looked away, drooped his melancholy eyebrows and eyes, and murmured into the lonely night, "My My biological father was a very nice person, I remember being held in his arms when I was one year old, his chest was firm and warm, but he died a year later... I thought my mother and I would be in that peaceful little village I lived my whole life, but after a few years, my homeland perished... I thought that becoming a tax official in Vulture City would free me from my humble life, but in the end..."

He wiped his eyes sharply, and said, "What 'lucky Jeremy', in the end, I am not a lucky person. The world is so rotten, how can there be luck?" Luo looked at him sadly, Just as he was about to speak comforting words, his shoulders were held down nervously by his younger brother.

"Brother, I said this to tell you..." Jeremy calmed down and whispered, "Don't believe this is a beautiful world, brother. 'Kindness' is a good thing, but not everyone can Bear the price of owning it. Because this is a rotten world, like hell, and most people's hearts are more vicious than snakes and scorpions. Kindness is like the light of fireflies in the abyss. Trying to shine will only be faster Obliterate, not dispel darkness."

"Jeremy..."

"Protect yourself, brother." Jeremy forced a smile, "Although I like to see you smile the most...but I don't want to see my brother always being deceived by the world, leaving him alone and helpless. The pitiful fate of people. This world is wrong. So even if you are right, you have no place to stand."

He sighed, "We used to be too weak and could only go forward like slaves being whipped by the whip of fate, but now you are an undead, brother. You have power and vision beyond human beings, and they can't hurt you. I think this Probably God's best compensation for you."

"Thank you for your advice, Jeremy..." Luo lowered his eyes and slowly raised them again, "But even if I become that firefly in the abyss, I will never regret it. As you said, this world is like In the abyss, we are like insects, vulnerable. But are we going to give up shining in the dark because of our weakness... Now I am not that seven-year-old ignorant child, I am an undead. Since I have the chance of rebirth, then Explain that there is not only endless suffering in the world. I understand that I control power beyond ordinary people, and I can also bear pain beyond ordinary people. Therefore, I should work harder to understand the truth of the corruption of this world and do everything possible to change it. "

Jeremy stared quietly at his elder brother. After a while, a childish smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Sure enough...whether it's human or undead, my brother will always be my brother..."

Holding back the tears that were about to burst into his eyes, he said, "How I wish I could always be by your side and talk to you...but I have to go now. Brother, I don't say 'God bless you', I just want you to Have what you really want, a world without falsehood... I still want to find my mother, I didn't fulfill the responsibilities of a son when I was alive, and I will never escape after death..."

As he spoke, Jeremy's ghost lost its outline and figure, slid across the stone bricks of the city wall carved with time imprints, and disappeared into the boundless snow field.

"Goodbye, Jeremy." Luo stared at the place where his brother's dead soul left, and murmured, "Thank you...it's the same for me, this time I was reborn as a dead soul, and I will never escape ..."

****

I sat on the bronze throne that belonged to the king in the palace, and said coldly, "Bring me Nugent and Richard!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Several guards in strong clothes quickly left the hall and went to the prison.Fallows put his heels together rigidly, stood by my side, and frowned deeply, "Your Majesty, they are all high-ranking subjects. Nugent is a veteran loyal to the empire, and Richard is also cautious and has never made mistakes. .Why do you want to put them in prison and interrogate them in the palace?"

"Little knight, I advise you to say a few words less." Chichikov wiped the pipe leisurely, "As a knight of the silver scorpion, but you can never please the king, can't you reflect on yourself?"

Fallows said sharply, "I am a knight, not a thief. I never thought of trying to please the king!"

"Yeah, I hate you so much, please be quiet, Fallows." I carelessly stroked my onyx and diamond-encrusted cane, considering digging up these shiny things to enrich the treasury.

After a yawn, the guards had already brought him to the dark red carpet in the hall.The hook-nosed Nugent and the balding Richard had both spent five days in the cell, looking tired and haggard, with dirty and gray robes.But the difference is that the crooked bastard's eyes have been suppressing a certain kind of smoldering anger, while the bald waste is trembling as if it is about to melt, showing utter fear like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

"Hello, my two ministers." I sat on the throne with my legs crossed, and smiled with my chin in my hands. "It seems that being locked up in a cell is not very pleasant, is it?"

Richard wailed, "Your Majesty, I asked myself, I did nothing wrong! Can you give me a reason?"

Nugent knelt on the other side, his eyebrows darkened, like a falcon hiding in the shadows.The guy who really should admit his mistake didn't say a word. I leaned on the seat, took out a letter from my arms, and shook it in front of them, "This is a letter of persuasion sent by Kingslayer Eliot before I ascended the throne. Right? He should have given each of you three letters, why is there only one letter in my hand now?"

Richard's complexion changed, and he rolled his eyes in panic, as if he really wanted to ask Nugent beside him for the truth.I slammed on the armrest, pulled out the bone-cutting knife at my waist, and roared, "Say it! If you dare to hide a word, I'll chop off your heads with my own hands!"

"Ah——Your Majesty, please calm down!" Richard screamed in horror, the monocle on the bridge of his nose was almost shaken off, "I said, I said everything! I received a letter that day. Look, it was written by the Kingslayer, I don’t know what to do, so I want to show it to the two of them, and we can make an agreement together..."

I snapped, "Where did the letter come from?!"

Richard said in a trembling voice, "I don't know, Your Majesty, the letter suddenly appeared on my desk... My servants don't even know the source. I checked carefully, and there is no suspicious clue..."

I stared at him and sneered, "Could it be that the letter ran to your desk?"

"Not necessarily, Your Majesty."

Nugent raised his nail-like eyes, with tiny bloodshot eyes around the pupils, and said coldly, "It can walk quietly in the shadows, and send letters to... What if the undead did it?"

"Undead?" I turned my head and squinted at him with a half-smile, "Who is the undead?"

"You know best." He stared at me and said without giving in.

I opened my eyes and looked at him, "I know you handcuffed me to the wall of the interrogation room!"

Fallows was taken aback and looked at us in surprise.Nugent still stared at me with those glassy eyes, and said word by word, "I wanted to handcuff the undead."

I opened my eyes wide and forced to ask, "You want to say I'm an undead?!"

"I have absolutely no intention of that." Nugent's eyes were low, piercing my pupils like two black shuttles, "You are protecting the undead. Actually, you don't need to ask me. As I said, you know best."

At this time, Qiqikov, who was standing aside, sneered and said, "It's really interesting. You three hid the letter of persuasion from the king, but said that the king knows everything. It's really interesting."

Richard immediately beat his chest and shouted, "Your Majesty, I can tell you the truth of that day! When I got the letter, I called them both. I told the whole thing, but the two of them They didn’t tell me about receiving the letter! I was also deceived by them! Ellison and Nugent obviously got the letter, but pretended not to know it, and agreed that I should burn the letter.”

I glanced at Chichikov, and the old man nodded at me.I stared at Richard again and said, "Then tell me, why you would rather call them two than tell me?"

Richard flinched, his face full of embarrassment.I stared at him and said slowly, "Tell me the truth, and I can consider a lighter punishment."

The last four words gave the bald waste a glimmer of hope, his eyes lit up, and then he shivered in fear.He looked at me in embarrassment and panic, not daring to meet my eyes.

"One reason is that you were not enthroned at the time, and it is customary for the council to decide on the size and size of Vulture City... Of course, it is also afraid of disturbing your enthronement ceremony!" He said eagerly, lowering his head, and his voice was as thin as a mosquito.

"Another reason... is that the three of us...were all members of the council who agreed to send Prince Lemon to replace Prince Airon to the Summit of Ashes... not to mention that Nugent personally interrogated you, we are afraid... You will therefore doubt our loyalty..."

The author has something to say: Luo’s sung poem at the beginning was written after the feeling of Shakespeare’s "Doubt", and I just want to convey Luo’s mood... Please pat (lay down)