"Watchers? The name just sounds powerful. In fact, it is just the name of a group of old men who have been standing by to prevent the world from being accidentally destroyed. They have been living for too long and have nothing to do."
What disappoints George is that She Gong's description of the mysterious "Watcher" only has so few words.
It seemed that even the easy-going Lord She was unwilling to delve into this topic.
The firewood in the campfire made a crackling sound, the nightingale sang briskly on the distant branches, and the sea breeze blew slowly, constantly brushing George's messy hair.
The old man and the young man just sat quietly, silent, the silent night surrounded them, and the happy conversation in the previous few minutes seemed to be just an illusion.
After such an unnatural silence lasted for a long time, as if they had finally made up their minds, the two of them suddenly spoke at the same time:
"young people……"
"that……"
The sudden tacit understanding made the old man and the young man smile, and the awkward atmosphere lingering in the air disappeared at this moment.
George made a gesture of invitation, letting the old man speak first.
"Young man, I have a merciless request."
"Master She, please speak."
"About the Watchmen... although this is not a shameful organization, please don't make it known everywhere."
"May I ask why? If everyone knows about your outstanding contributions, wouldn't it be possible for future generations to praise these great achievements from generation to generation?"
George was a little confused. The legendary stories of those heroes had long been known to every household, but these truly strong men had allowed themselves to fade out of the stage of history. Why?
"Yes...listening to ordinary people singing about our great achievements does make them feel at ease, and it also makes us feel comfortable..."
"But, young man, you are also someone who has seen the world. You have more or less seen those comfortable people who have been protected by the strong and stopped working hard. Heroes, overlords, and even extremely evil people, people always Eager to rely on the strong few, no matter in form, people admire the strong, envy the strong, or are exploited by the strong. As a result, people who are accustomed to the existence of the strong begin to stagnate and stop working hard. ."
"Everyone has their own limits, and everyone hopes that there will be stronger people in this world to support this world, but look at the old man today, even if he is already the watchman on top of the world, how can he not be eliminated by the world? What about one day? When that day comes, people who have become accustomed to being protected by watchmen, who can hold up the world in people's hearts for us? "
"Heaven moves vigorously, and a gentleman strives to constantly strive for self-improvement. In a world where we don't exist, aren't there many outstanding talents among your younger generation? Talented people have emerged from generation to generation, and each has led the way for hundreds of years. It is rare for us old antiques to come out. I wiped the butts of juniors a few times, but I’m not considered a big shot.”
The old man's eyes unconsciously looked towards the end of the distance. The distant coastline was also the end of the world. Just like what the old man said, no matter how powerful you are, there are limits after all. And the low-key behavior chosen by the Watchers is the best way to protect the world.
"Young man, you just wanted to say goodbye to Lao Zhuo. Don't get me wrong, Lao Zhuo is not an evil spirit, and he will not force you to stay here with me."
"She Gong, you are joking."
George was embarrassed by what the old man said and scratched his head. He cared about his companions and really wanted to return to reality, where there were countless things waiting for him to solve.
"Let's go, let's go. I have to say goodbye. By the way, I'd like to help him put out the bonfire."
"Farewell? Where are you going?"
George asked in surprise, this is an old man's world! However, the sound of huge wings waving from the sky attracted George's attention. Looking up, a huge black dragon suddenly appeared in the sky. The black dragon ignored George and flew towards the end of the coastline. The old man Shegong who was originally beside George had already sat on the black dragon's back. On his back, he drifted away with the black dragon.
That turned out to be the legendary first dragon tamed by humans, Fafnir!
Looking at the back of the black dragon Fafnir fading away, the tears in the corners of George's eyes actually flowed down involuntarily. After so many years, She Gong's vitality has been exhausted, and he only survives in the world with a single obsession. When She Gong entrusted his last strength to George, his last obsession also dissipated, so he just rode the dragon west, never intending to return to the world again.
Wiping away his tears, George turned back, and the bonfire in front of him was no longer strong. Since his body was immune to fire damage, George put his hand directly into the bonfire, and when George kept pushing away the wood, he seemed to also touch something that looked like a sword hilt.
However, the moment George held the hilt of the sword in his hand, it suddenly seemed as if George was holding a mini magic vortex in his hand. What he saw in front of him was transformed by the power of the laws left by She Gong. The bonfires, ruins, night, etc. were all sucked into it in an instant and disappeared. What appeared in front of him again was a darkness that could not be seen, a very low cave roof, and the noisy Unusual abuse.
"Am I... back? What happened?"
