Chapter 133 Father and Son

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Lawrence gently closed the door. In the cold room, with only the ticking sound of Muggle machines, only Amosta and the sleeping man lying on the hospital bed were left.

When the shriveled body of this man whose life had come to an end came into view, Amosta's body trembled uncontrollably, and his originally indifferent expression became unspeakably complicated, as if a stone was pressing on his heart. So heavy.

He walked slowly to the window, opened the curtains and pushed open the closed sash, letting the cooling breeze take away the unpleasant smell of potions and corruption in the room. Then, Amosta, who was leaning on the window edge, took out a He put a cigarette under his nose and sniffed, and his calm eyes fell on the man on the hospital bed, whose cheeks had become thin and triangular.

"sad--"

After a long time, Amosta once again let out an exclamation of unknown meaning.

Perhaps it was the cold wind that broke into the ward that made the man on the bed feel uncomfortable. Amid a burst of vague murmurs and moans, the man opened his eyes with difficulty.

He stared at the white ceiling with empty eyes. It took about five minutes before his cloudy eyes showed some clarity.

Soon, the dying man realized that there was someone in the room. He looked towards the window, but the dazzling light made his vision blurry. He was confused as to why someone dared to open the window of the room, so he blinked desperately to see. Who is the person in front of the clear window?

The cool wind made his stiff consciousness smoother and smoother, and the blurred light and shadow gradually receded. As the person's appearance gradually became clearer, the man lying on the hospital bed opened his mouth wider and wider. The cloudy eyeballs were so swollen that they were about to pop out of their sockets.

The silence continued, he was looking at him, and he was looking at him, without a word of self-introduction, but both of them knew very well who the other was.

"Can you get me a cigar... Ever since he was diagnosed, Lawrence has not allowed me to smoke one anymore, haha, I think it doesn't matter now--"

Amosta threw the cigarette in his hand and said calmly,

"If you don't have a cigar, just make do with this -"

The man picked up the cigarette that had been crumpled and slightly deformed, and curled his lips unhappily, but in the end, he did not insist on his request. He held the cigarette tremblingly in his mouth and muttered,

"fire--"

Snap!

After a crisp finger snap, the cigarette butt flashed with flames and plumes of green smoke came out.

The man took a deep puff of the cigarette, showing an expression of enjoyment. With the help of nicotine, his gray brown eyes shone brightly, and even his withered body regained some strength, and he actually had enough energy left to support his body and move up. , changing to a more comfortable position and leaning on the head of the bed.

"What was that just now, a trick?"

"Just think of it as a trick-" Amosta said lazily.

For a person who may die in the next second, there will be nothing new in this world. The man nodded and did not continue to ask.

"So to say--"

The choking smoke put pressure on the man's internal organs, which were on the verge of collapse. He coughed twice, and then wiped the bloodshot eyes from the corners of his mouth as if nothing had happened. After breathing rapidly for a while, he said with difficulty,

"It was Lawrence who found you, right? I know that he has been looking for you behind my back. Especially in the two or three years since I was diagnosed, he spent a lot of energy doing this."

Amosta took out another cigarette and suddenly felt a strong urge to light it, but in the end, he overcame this desire and just played with it in his hand.

"If I were you--"

Amosta looked uninterested, "I won't waste my remaining life on such boring questions."

The man nodded in approval and then fell silent. The cigarette in his hand was burning rapidly, and the burned ashes fell down, burning ugly black spots on the snow-white bedding. Reading Pavilion

"What kind of life are you living now?"

This time, the silent person was replaced by Amosta. He rubbed his eyebrows, but his eyes that were never easily shaken were wandering around the room at this time.

"How should I answer your question?" Amosta sighed, "A life of freedom, a life full of hope, in short... it's not bad."

"Really..." the man whispered, "That's good--"

Both of them seemed to have lost the desire to talk. The man on the hospital bed cherished the last cigarette in his life. He stared blankly at the fire that slowly but firmly devoured the cigarette, and each past event flashed through his mind. It passed by and finally settled on a face that was already blurry. He wanted to see through the fog on that face, but no matter how hard he tried, the fog still didn't dissipate, so he could only laugh at himself,

"I can't even remember what that woman looked like..."

"It's not difficult to understand." Amosta said calmly, "After all, many years have passed, and I can't remember it clearly--"

There was a message in his words, and the man who accurately captured this message on the hospital bed was stunned, and then asked, "So, she...I mean, your mother has..."

"You guessed it right," Amosta nodded, "It's been many years--"

Perhaps because of his long-term habit of spontaneously operating Occlumency when emotions are turbulent, Amosta's tone has always maintained an incomprehensible calmness. His calmness makes the man feel a little dazzled and a little angry, but carefully After thinking about it, he realized that he was not qualified to say anything.

"So--"

Seeing that the man seemed to have nothing to say, Amosta stood up straight from his reclining position. He nodded towards the man,

"Get some rest, Mr. Blaine, I'm leaving now."

The words 'Mr. Blaine' that Amosta spat out burned the man's self-esteem like fire. His breathing became rapid, and an inexplicable strength suddenly emerged from his body like a candle in the wind.

"do you hate me?"

Amosta's footsteps stopped at the head of the hospital bed. He stared sideways at the man's eyes for a long time before saying unhurriedly,

"There is nothing to be resentful about, Mr. Blaine. After all, you are just an innocent victim."

The man collapsed back on the bed, his expression became slumped, and the strength that had just emerged from his body was quickly stripped away. He seemed to have heard the footsteps of the God of Death gradually becoming clearer.

"Can you please call Lawrence for me?" The man stopped Amosta who was walking to the door, "I have something to explain."

ps: I will update later at night.

First, I will make an update for the first alliance leader in this book (the moonlight stains the sky), and I will do the rest as soon as possible.





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