The rain fell harder and harder, falling on the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, making a pitter-patter sound, and splashing beautiful water under the light.
The two men sat opposite each other, each with a large glass of beer in front of them, and then they looked at each other in silence.
"I'm afraid no one in the entire Nolan Continent will believe it. Alex became a chef and made the most delicious mooncakes in the world." Louis couldn't help but laugh at first.
"Just like back then, no one would believe that the lone wolf Louis XIII, who was frightening the beasts, would become a businessman?" Mag asked with a smile.
"I have no choice. I have a limp leg and can't stay on the battlefield to drag my brothers down. But if I don't die, then I have to at least find something interesting to do. Only then can I be worthy of you when you rescued me from the orc encirclement. This life." Louis smiled and nodded.
"Yes, you should find something interesting to do while you are alive. I think cooking is quite interesting now, so I became a chef. It is barely worth it for you to risk being exterminated and drag me here from Luodu to live. This life." Mag also nodded.
"However, after doing business for so many years, I still feel that killing is more interesting and better at it." Louis touched the handle of the long knife hanging on his waist. The cloth wrapped around the handle was somewhat It's old, and you can see that the places where your fingers hold it are much more worn than the sides.
"I think cooking is more interesting than killing people now." Mag shook his head.
Louis was stunned for a moment and looked into Mag's eyes. Those eyes seemed to give him a different feeling than before, a little less sharp and a little more tender.
"The little girl is very cute, not like you at all." Louis said with a smile, changing the topic quickly.
"What do you mean, you don't look like me? You haven't seen me when I'm cute. Amy and I are carved out of the same mold!" Mag was suddenly a little anxious, folded his hands in front of his chest, and said angrily, The look at Louis was with a smile.
Louis, also known as Thirteen, came from a wealthy and gentry family. His father was also a libertine when he was young. He gave birth to twelve brothers before Louis was born. Therefore, Louis was ranked thirteenth, hence the nickname Louis XIII.
Although he came from a family of great merchants, Louis had no interest in doing business before he was twenty-six years old. Instead, he was more interested in practicing swordsmanship. At the age of fifteen, he fled to the southwest border and became a border soldier. Mag Alex, who also just enlisted in the army.
This is the memory of Mag Alex. Mag thought he could treat these memories as information like an outsider, analyze them and use them to deal with the situation in front of him, but when Louis sat opposite him and looked at him, he When he looked at Louis in silence as well, he felt an uncontrollable feeling in his heart as he looked at an old friend.
What is an old friend?
It's the kind of person you can go without contact for three years, but when you sit at the same table again and look at each other, you can tell yourself with certainty that the person opposite is the person you can entrust your life to and trust the most. .
Now, Mag looked at Louis and felt this way in his heart.
This feeling made him slightly uneasy, but more of it was desire.
He somewhat understood the true meaning of the so-called memory fusion. The memories that Mag Alex left in his mind, after being fused by him, were not just information. The emotions contained in those memories were also to a certain extent. Affecting Mag.
For example, when I first met Amy, the strong feeling of wanting to protect her was not because of his sudden overflow of fatherly love, nor just because of Amy's cute appearance, but more importantly because of Mag ·After Alex's strong and deep father's love merged with him, the strong emotions generated made him become Amy's father without any sense of disobedience, and he wanted to protect her forever.
Mag does not resist this kind of integration, because it will make it easier for him to integrate into the world, and what Mag Alex left behind is only some emotional tendencies, which will not affect his independent consciousness, and even he can Resist this tendency, and the initiative is entirely in his hands.
However, now Mag chooses to accept this emotional tendency, because the man in front of him once risked his life to take Mag, Alex and Amy out of Lodu, found someone to heal and plastic surgery for him, and then brought them to Settle the city of chaos.
Mag only had a few old friends in his previous life. Now, he is willing to have one more. There is no more reassuring friendship than the life-long friendship between men.
Louis looked at Mag and suddenly laughed.
"The way you smile is getting more and more scary." Mag raised his eyebrows.
"I remember when we first joined the army, you were punished by the captain for being cool and didn't speak a word. People from three battalions came to watch. Now that I think about it, you looked really impressive. It's so cute." Louis laughed until tears came out.
Mag suddenly had a dark look on his face. Although he did not do this, he still sounded extremely ashamed.
When old friends are together, what they fear most is the sudden revelation of their past, but luckily Amy is already asleep.
After Louis finished laughing, he picked up the big wine glass on the table, raised his head and drank all the beer in the glass in one breath. The glass was placed heavily on the table, making a soft sound, burping, and raising his head at McGonagall. He gave a thumbs up and said: "Good wine."
"Would you like another drink?" Mag asked with a smile.
"No, it's not fun to kill someone when you're drunk." Louis shook his head, stood up with the knife, looked at Mag and said with a smile: "Keep the wine for me, if you can't come back, you can drink it for me. "
"You said the child likes to eat mooncakes. I left two boxes for you to take back to him." Mag looked at Louis and said.
"It's okay. The child still has his mother and twelve uncles. He won't be hungry, and no one can bully him." Louis shook his head, his tone was relaxed and free, and he looked at Mag and said, "The child is still downstairs. If she falls asleep upstairs, there may be thunder, so go upstairs and accompany her, she will only have you behind her."
"Although I am lame on one leg, I am a lone wolf, just a few rats." Louis smiled, turned around and walked out.
Mag fell silent for a moment. He slowly clenched his hands on the table and looked at the figure limping towards the door of the restaurant. His steps were brisk but his shoulders were heavy. When he opened the door, the wind blew Mixed with rain, it fell on his face, and he just stepped into the wind and rain.
The door slowly closed, the sound of rain falling to the ground suddenly died down, and the outside world seemed to be cut off all of a sudden.
Mag looked at the empty wine glass on the opposite side and suddenly smiled self-deprecatingly. He picked up the full wine glass and drank it down in one gulp. He stood up, took an umbrella and a sword from behind the counter, and pushed the door open as well.
