That's a not particularly long story.
The young man has always felt that he is a very happy person. His mother held a position as a servant in the lord's family of this city-state. Although the job she performed was the same as that of maids elsewhere, she received a generous salary, enough to buy real estate in the city.
The remuneration is enough to live on and the higher status brought by serving the lord's family. Although they are just two people, their life is fulfilling and rich.
Although his mother was often busy with work and could only come back to spend one day a week with him, on those days, feeling her tenderness and the two of them preparing dinner together, he would always smile sincerely.
The young man didn't know what his father was like and what it felt like to have a father.
During the long and peaceful days, when he saw a family of three moving together on the road, he often thought about what life would be like if there was one more person to accompany him and his mother.
Is it possible that when I have any problems, I can find the other person and rely on the other person? Is it possible that the mother does not have to work so hard on one person, and that person will support everything with her.
When people don't have something, they usually have overly innocent and beautiful fantasies about it. When this desire for a complete family reached its extreme, the still young man couldn't help but ask his mother.
"Why don't I have a father?"
Ferry still remembers that day. His mother was wearing an apron and was in the kitchen in the left corner of the first floor of their small red brick house. She was holding a wooden shovel in her hand. , making his favorite Krant-style pancakes.
When she heard her question, she slowly turned around, with a sad expression on her face first, then dropped the shovel in her hand and hugged him.
"Can't it be just the two of us together, Ferry?"
Children of incomplete families. Always more sensible than children who have everything. Even at a young age, Ferry was keenly aware of his mother's grief and pain, and has never spoken of it since.
He is precocious. From the age of seven or eight, Ferry knew how to take care of everything at home smoothly in normal life, and by the time he was eleven or twelve years old. He even began to learn from a neighbor's uncle who knew how to weave rattan baskets, and when his mother was busy, he also made some things to sell to supplement the family income.
Ferry was always compared with his own children by neighbors nearby. He had never enjoyed that kind of childhood happiness, and other children did not want to play with Ferry. They thought he was not interesting enough, and the stubborn Ferri felt that these people didn't understand anything.
If there is no man in the family, then he must become a man quickly, so that he can share the burden of life with his mother and become her support.
'I won't make her cry again.' With this thought in mind since that day, Ferry has grown up silently. He has never mentioned his father's affairs again, or even complained about any problems.
Ferry is a sensible man, this is how the neighborhood leaders say about him.
But after all, humans are creatures that need the company of others. The older you get, the more this is true; the more you suppress your inner emotions, the more this is true. Lying alone in bed, I opened my eyes on a thunderstorm night and couldn't fall asleep. When the dishes are prepared but only one person can sit in front of the table and enjoy them alone. When you encounter something interesting or painful and want to tell someone about it, you turn around and find that there is no one around you.
Grief always slowly gathers.
Accumulate and suppress, then there will always be a time when it explodes. In order not to worry his already very tired mother, Ferry did not say anything. He just ran away silently when his sadness reached the extreme, went to a place where no one knew and cried alone, and then put on a smiling face again.
And that's exactly what happened. On a day that was no different from other days, he hid alone in an alley and sobbed when he met the man on crutches.
"Little guy, what do you have to cry about? Tell me what you have to say to uncle."
——Like a scared cat, Ferry ran away.
The skinny boy took advantage of his legs and feet to get rid of the opponent. He returned home and continued his usual life as if this incident had never happened. But this was not the end. When Ferry felt very sad again, he went to another place, a secret place that only he knew. But he met him again.
Time and time again, the place that is my own secret is always discovered by the other party. The boy who refused to let the opponent get close to him would turn around and run every time, taking advantage of the opponent's inconvenient legs and feet to get rid of him, but he would still find him every time - every time.
Day after day, time passed by, unable to find a place to vent his inner emotions. The young man who once again covered up his wounds with a strong expression finally couldn't help but stop, turned around and accused the other party loudly: "Why do you want to Why don't you chase me and leave me alone?" He was hysterical, like an angry little beast. The old man with a stubble on his face and a cane shrugged.
"If you really wanted to be alone, would you choose to cry in an alley next to an avenue like this?"
Everyone was doing their own thing and hurried past. The young man who was told the truth widened his eyes, and then he sobbed and sobbed, and finally couldn't help but burst into tears.
After all, he is just a child. No matter how strong and sensible he is to cover up his appearance, the pain, sadness and loneliness in his heart will never disappear. He longs for the company of others, but because of the entanglement and embarrassment in his heart, he cannot directly speak out.
"I was once like you." The uncle smiled at him: "My name is Vega, and you are."
"My name is Ferri..." The crying boy said this while wiping his tears. Vega patted his shoulder, and then said with a smile: "Speak out what is in your heart loudly, you will Much better.”
As he said this, the boy hesitated for a while, and then shouted in a loud voice.
"Mom, I want you to be with me more."
"I'm afraid of loneliness!" "I also want a father!"
The true inner thoughts that had been accumulated for several years and concealed with a sensible appearance burst out in an instant. Many passers-by turned their heads to look at him, but then left quickly.
"Look, wouldn't it be better if you just say it?" The young man, who felt very comfortable, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes. Then he turned his head. The old man behind him who was leaning on crutches smiled at him and said, and the boy nodded vigorously. That week, when the mother came back, she very keenly noticed some changes in her child.
As a mother, it is impossible for her not to know about the things that she suppressed her emotions before. But she didn't have any way to solve all this. She didn't know what happened to this child. All she knew was that it started from that day.
Ferry has grown up a little.
He became cheerful. In addition to his remaining sensibility, he began to play with the children around him. Things seem to be moving in a good direction step by step. The boy still doesn't have a father, but he has someone who is very much like his father.
Then, time passed by. On a night of heavy rain, my mother hurried back home. "Ferry! Come on, Ferry! Pack your things quickly, let's leave here early tomorrow morning!" He had never seen his mother look so anxious. Her face was pale, as if she had witnessed unspeakable horror. Trembling. Ferry, who was enjoying his dinner alone, rushed over and held his mother's hand. Then I immediately felt that it was extremely cold, obviously the result of rushing home in the heavy rain.
"What's going on, Mom, don't you have to take a vacation the day after tomorrow?" She was obviously frightened, her mother was shaking non-stop, her words were incoherent, and the worried and suspicious Ferri decided to let her go to bed to rest first to avoid catching a cold.
"I'm going out, Mom." The boy who didn't know what to do had to go to the only person he could rely on for help, and he spent countless days and nights in the aftermath. Countless times, I regretted, suffered, and struggled. I deeply blamed myself and kept thinking about whether the outcome would have been different if I had not left on that day.
Vega would tell him every time that it was not your fault, even if you were there, it would only be one more body. But Ferry couldn't accept it because it was his only relative. His beloved mother died miserably on her bed at home.
The boy's world collapsed.
Everything was originally so beautiful and prosperous, and he should have grown into a great man who stands upright. But a certain person, some people, some people whom he had never met and whose names he didn't know, destroyed his whole world for the sake of what he considered to be nothing so-called.
"me--"
Ferri was unable to say a word that day. Realizing that this matter was not trivial, Vega shifted his focus and began to search for the prisoner. Without him noticing, something in the boy's body awakened.
And it thirsts for blood.
The sense of justice, the psychology of revenge, wanting power, I want power, I want the power to change everything.
In the pain, he lost consciousness and fell asleep deeply, as if he had returned to his swaddling clothes, sleeping as peacefully as a baby. When he woke up again, the world was no longer the same as before.
Without any guidance, something emerged, some power he had never known before, driven by a sense of justice twisted by revenge, and dependent on the bloodthirsty woman.
——Ferry's first murder was a month after his mother died. As a sheriff, Vega became very busy at work during this time. He focused on solving the case, but did not realize that the boy he once was had completely changed.
The deceased was a gangster who never missed his official career and only knew about extortion all day long. He was not someone who lived in Monroe City. Maybe he happened to come in from outside and met the killer. Vega didn't pay much attention to this corpse mixed in a group of dead people of different ages and genders.
"After all, for such a scumbag, it's okay to die." The Sheriff said this, as if confirming the young man's behavior.
Once you do it once, it will be smoother the second time. He vented his anger wantonly, why, why, why don't you people have a beautiful family and peace and cherish everything; why, why, why all this sadness only happened in On my own.
Each of the villains who couldn't stand it seemed to have become a substitute for himself who did nothing that day. He vented his anger crazily, until one day he failed to completely kill the other person. The villain who was supposed to be the most vicious villain used With his last breath, he looked in a certain direction and said with tears in his eyes: "My child. I'm sorry...Daddy can't go back." Only then did Ferry finally realize clearly that what he was doing was completely different from the murder that day. The murderer of a mother's death is usually the same.
"So I'm...a bad guy..." The young man stared blankly at his hands covered with blood, knowing that he would never be able to return to his original life.
Hypocritical, judging justice based on one's own subjectivity. For such a thing, I ruined other people's lives.
Just like those guys who ruined their lives for something they couldn't explain.
Rumors began to spread wildly, and people had the object of suspicion. This incident reached the young man's ears, giving him a new goal. He grasped it firmly and began to work hard. First, he registered as a mercenary, and then he sold his property and began to search for items that could strengthen his own power.
He knew it was magic - but what kind? Books related to magic are very rare. Fortunately, there are many merchants and travelers in Monroe. After many inquiries, he finally obtained the necessary information.
This power must be strengthened. With this power, he can avenge his mother. The knowledge he gradually gained allowed Ferry to understand that the abilities in his hands were the same as those used by the person who killed his mother. Perhaps it was they who killed his mother. The reason for his mother's death? Some seeds of doubt began to sprout as power climbed. Without lying to Vega, Ferry moved towards this goal wholeheartedly, and what he discovered. There are more and more...
"The day I met you..." Henry supported the pale Ferry. The black ring on his wrist had been stuck to his skin and could not be untied. The young man continued: "Actually, I was... I really wanted to Tell Uncle Vega...I...want to investigate with them..."
"..." Mira squatted aside, her little face wrinkled up in sadness. Ferry squeezed out tears from the corners of his eyes because of the pain. His consciousness became unclear and his speech became incoherent: "I really want to..."
"I'm so envious... of you..."
"I..." "Hoo ah ah -" Like a flashback, his body began to twitch. The young man's eyes became brighter in an instant. He turned his head and looked at the dead man next to him. Little Oscar then showed a smile - but this smile was not the comfort of having succeeded in revenge. Instead, it's tinged with a hint of self-deprecation.
"They are so stupid...but so am I..." Ferry said, Henry and Mira did not speak, they just listened quietly to this person who had not known each other for a long time. But the last words of the boy who had truly entered their lives.
"The element of magic exists in all... human bodies, cough cough cough cough." He coughed up blood, and the white-haired Luoan girl exclaimed full of worry, and the genuine emotions in it made her The young man put on a reluctant but peaceful smile. He shook his head, and then continued: "Although human individuals whose magic power concentration reaches enough to release magic... appear randomly, it is a fact recognized by many people... that among families with magicians, magic appears in the descendants. The chance of becoming a master will be...much higher..."
At this point, Mira, who was not stupid, could already tell what Fei Li was referring to. She was stunned for a moment, then turned her head to look at the body of little Oscar next to her, and then looked back at Fei Li. Li——The young man was staring into Henry's eyes at this moment.
"But I'm afraid you already know this..." He used an honorific title for Henry. This may be related to the fact that the sage has given some guidance on swordsmanship before, or it may have a deeper reason.
"Yes...yes...if there really is a God of Destiny, then he must be a mean-spirited god who likes to play tricks on people." Ferry smiled, but he was also crying at the same time.
"My enemy... is my half-brother, the father I have longed for for a long time... is the current Archduke Monroe..."
"And it was he who ordered the death of my mother... because she discovered something she shouldn't have discovered..."
"that power……"
"Teacher..." Ferri called Henry with the same title as Mira. The sage nodded, and he continued: "Nobles or something... is not what they should be. Having noble blood and personality... and being noble Of the soul..."
"Why can they... take other people... other people's lives... and lives..."
"It's so easy to destroy..."
"Just casually..."
"They..." The question asked by the young man requires even a sage to think carefully before he can answer it.
"A noble soul has nothing to do with whether you are a noble or not." The last words Henry said were not a positive reply. The pale-faced Ferry turned his head to look at the Luoan girl on one side, and then looked back at Henry again. , showing a heartfelt smile again.
"What a farce...right..."
"Seeing other people's lives as nothing, thinking that they are superior and in control of everything... They kept me as an illegitimate child and wanted to sacrifice it to the devil in exchange for power... I gave up because my magic power was not awakened, and then sacrificed a second child. …”
"The final result is chaos and madness..."
"Greed...power...is really...not a good thing..." His eyelids began to close slowly, Mira covered her mouth with a "woo", Ferry was still saying something, Henry leaned over and listened.
"If... I could meet you earlier..."
"Can you... take me on an adventure with you..."
"Would it be...very happy..."
"Crack-"
The pale-skinned arm fell on the cold marble floor, and there was a sway. Then there was a cheering sound from the second floor. Two lines of hot tears fell from the corners of Mira's eyes, and she began to sob softly. , and Henry said softly to Ferry, who looked peaceful.
"Well, definitely." (To be continued.)
