"Old man, I'm here to see you."
The Monument to the Unknown Hero was established on January 5, 1900 in Moscow's First Square. This stone tablet commemorates the thought puppet that awakened its self-awareness in the battle between man and god, and finally chose to break away from Anya's control. Some of them chose to self-destruct after learning of their mission, while others chose to pass the news on.
But the ending is the same. After the heart that represents Anya and Mass is broken, everything about them is erased. Their names, families, past, and experiences all disappear with their death. . However, their contributions are indelible. Just the works whose names have been erased but still exist in the Great Library prove the greatness of these people.
Therefore, in order to commemorate these heroes who have lost their names, this stone monument like a heart was erected in the country's significant First Square. All Mosk people saw the appearance of this stone tablet, and they all left their own respects for those unknown heroes.
But no one knows that there is actually a name on this stone tablet.
Herinen Tariq.
"The brave man said you were the first puppet to awaken his self-awareness. I didn't believe it at first. I was still thinking, how could you be a puppet?"
Wearing an explorer's jacket and a pair of cowhide boots, Luo Ka lowered the brim of his hat. He held the yellow peach wine in his hand, raised his head, and looked at the black patch at the top, his voice a little hoarse.
"I really couldn't believe it at the time, but after thinking about it, I found that it makes sense. After all, she controls so many people, so there is no way she is not interested in the king."
Gently tapping the wine bottle in his hand, a trace of bitterness appeared on Luo Ka's face, "Brother told me that when he saw the two puppets underground that day, he already realized that something might be wrong with you. .After all, the runes and magic circles in the underground world are absolutely confidential. Apart from him, only you know."
"Thinking about it later, it's true that before we were born, my mother always said that you were a somewhat ruthless machine, busy with work, busy with faith, and busy with the country, but not busy with the family. She often complained to me, if you hadn't been there when my eldest brother was born. If you run home every day after tomorrow, she will no longer care about your life or death."
Thinking of the gentle woman chattering in front of him, but with a look of happiness that couldn't be hidden on her face, Luo Ka couldn't help but smile a little.
"I didn't understand you at the time. I always thought that you didn't love us or this family. Later, although I understood you a little bit, I still didn't recognize it. I still thought that you only had family feelings for us and didn't have any feelings for us. true love"
Standing up and looking at the highest name, Luo Ka's eyes were slightly red: "You once told me that a person can only be considered a complete person if he finds something he is willing to die for. I have always thought that you are willing to die. Yes, it’s this country.”
Shaking the yellow peach wine in his hand, he leaned against this stone monument. The weather was very sunny, and the smell of sunshine mixed with the breeze was very clear. Luo Ka looked at the blue sky and said softly:
"But now I understand."
"What you love is not just the country."…
"And home."
The funeral of the unknown king was held on January 10, 1900.
An unknown king, he was also the first thought puppet to break the prison of his soul and get rid of Anya's control. He was born in 1810, crowned Emperor Tariq in 1840, and died in battle on December 10, 1889. He reigned for a total of forty-nine years.
According to statistics from historians, during the reign of this unknown king, Tariq's development was the fastest in history, and the people's happiness was also the highest in history. At the same time, the nameless king joined forces with the brave men to eliminate the crystal disaster that had plagued the Tariq Republic for several years. It can be said to be a great move that cannot be bypassed in Tariq's history books.
At the same time, this unknown king cultivated many talents. Whether it was Tiya, the first general of the empire, Lorca, the commander of the Drizzle Legion, or Evan, the internal affairs scholar, they were all talents cultivated by the unknown king himself. According to comparisons from historical blanks, the king's political achievements are second only to the founding father Tarik Vladimir.
Regrettably, the name of this king who had outstanding political achievements and historical achievements could be called a great one cannot be mentioned by anyone, and there is no way to recall him. Everything about him can only be turned into cold words in history, and finally engraved on stone tablets and books.
"Finally, the Lord Protector delivers a speech."
In the grand semicircular building, Zhou Li slowly walked from the stage to the stage. He looked at the three people who were very close to him, or in other words, very close to the coffin behind him, and nodded slightly.
Wearing a brown robe and half-rimmed glasses, Evan, who looked elegant and easy-going, tapped his heart with his finger, which was a courtesy from Tariq.
Lorca, who was wearing an explorer uniform and a white flower on his chest, bowed slightly. In that battle, he was responsible for protecting the western region with the Templars, so he did not directly participate in the battle between man and god. But he knew that it was the brave man in front of him who saved him and Tariq.
Silver and gold intersect, and the holy halo is particularly soft under the sun. Tiya stretched out her hand and gently hammered her chest. The mithril-forged breastplate made a dull sound, representing this strong girl's response to Zhou Li.
Looking at the three people in front of him, Zhou Li's memory began to overlap with the past. He seemed to have returned to his previous life, to the moment when the old king crowned himself a brave man. At that time, the three people who had become close friends stood aside, looking at themselves with smiles of blessing and joy, and took the crown from the old man's hand.
In this life, I protected them, but the kind and resolute old man left.
Zhou Li took a deep breath to dispel the trance in his mind. He walked up to the high platform and looked at the dark crowd under the stage and the white flowers on their chests. The amplification text in front of him spread his voice to everyone present.
"I, Zhou Li, Lord Protector of Tariq, give a speech."
After a pause, Zhou Li then continued: "Some people have said that people will die three times. The first death is the cessation of breathing, which is physical death. The second time, people attended the funeral, and the deceased's social status was The position is gone forever. The third death is when everyone forgets you and you are completely dead.”….
"but."
His eyes swept over the crowds who spontaneously mourned for Herining, took a deep breath, and then said loudly: "For the unknown king, the great monarch, death is not the end."
"We all know how powerful the power is that wants to erase the existence of this unknown king, to make the Tarik people forget him, to make the Tarik people hate him and even slander him."
"Some people would say that he is dead and has disappeared. He has been lost to time and left Tariq. However, that is just death, not the end."
"A happy life, smooth streets, happy smiles of children, endless rice fields like gold, and the country of Tariq. These are all proofs of his existence."
Zhou Li looked at the clear sky in Tariq, the tearful crowds, the roaring steel furnaces, and the Tariq workers working day and night, and said this unofficial, even uneducated condolence. .
"No matter when or where, history and people will remember him forever."
"Only truth is the epitaph he deserves."
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"Got to go?"
In a port on the east coast, a man with a scar on his face was smoking a pipe. His long silver-white hair was tied back, and his gray jacket was full of repair marks. He took a deep breath of Tariq's tobacco, blew out the smoke ring, and nodded, his voice a little hoarse.
"time to go."
"What are you going to do?"
Zhou Li was leaning on the stone railing. Tariq's Protector was holding a biscuit in his mouth, looking at the seagulls flying in the distance, and asked: "Continue drifting? Or find a place to spend your time?" For the rest of your life?”
"Getting ready to go to Sare."
Patting the urn tied to his waist, Geralost gave an unattractive smile and said, "This kid has grown up hearing stories about Sare. He wants to read it."
Look at that country where it feels like spring all year round. He had promised him before, and now it was time to fulfill his promise. "
"fine."
Zhou Li didn't say anything to save him. He just looked at the coastline at his feet and said with some nostalgia: "I still remember that a few years ago, we seemed to have met at the port."
"Jordan's third seaport, that place is full of cigarette butts and workers' saliva, and the toilets here are not as clean as they are here."
With a smile, Gerost put out the pipe, then took out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep breath, and then said with satisfaction: "This puff is still exciting. Tariq's smoke is too soft and boring."
"That's not what you said in Jordan."
Zhou Li said to Jeslot with a slight smile: "When I handed you a cigarette, you particularly disliked it. You said that after decades of smoking, smoking grass is better than it."
"Isn't that what this thing is all about?"
Gerost smiled coquettishly. A trace of embarrassment appeared on the face of this experienced demon hunter, but it quickly disappeared. "You will miss the old one only when the old one is gone, but you will always despise it if the old one is not gone."
"uh-huh."
Zhou Li shrugged, then he glanced at the approaching ferry in the distance, and then said with some emotion: "Tell me, can we still meet?"
"If you want to find me, come to Sare and I'll cover your food and accommodation."…
With a hearty laugh, Gerost patted Zhou Li on the shoulder, then picked up the package and said to him: "Of course, my food and accommodation are all according to my own standards. I can't afford to support an old rich man like you. .”
"Brothers are not picky."
Zhou Li also smiled, as if he was saying goodbye to each other in Jordan a few years ago. Zhou Li waved his hand and said to Gerost: "Okay, hurry up and catch the boat. This ticket is quite expensive."
"If you miss it, I'll just lend you the money."
Gerost spread his hands and said nonchalantly: "That Noxan boy told me, you can't just make money in Jordan, you can just lie on Yingnan's forehead to suck blood. You can just have Money man."
"Fart, I still have to support Jordan's construction."
Zhou Li said angrily, then he took out a wallet and threw it directly to Gerost, "Here, Tarik's reward. I'll keep Fants' share for you, and give it to him when the time comes. Buy a better place."
Weighing the weight of the money bag, Gerost raised his eyebrows, then put it into his arms without further ado. He waved to Zhou Li and then stepped onto the ferry without looking back.
"gone."
After leaving these two words, Gerost's figure gradually separated from the coastline, and finally disappeared into the ocean.
"It feels a bit familiar."
Eluma on the side was holding a biscuit bag, holding a finger biscuit between her white fingers. She stuffed the biscuit into Zhou Li's mouth, and then said with a chuckle: "Isn't this how you sent him away a few years ago. "
"Um."
Zhou Li nodded, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then smiled, "This time it's different."
"He finally retired."
He no longer struggles with his identity, and he no longer clings to his bloodline.
When Gerost knew that the strategizing, kind and kind king was once a puppet, he was relieved. He chose to take his disciples to the country known as the tropical paradise and put down his obsession with being a demon hunter.
He was already over seventy, in fact, he was not much older than Hrinin.
"Let's go."
Holding Eluma's hand, Zhou Li felt the familiar warmth in the palm of his hand, and his originally a little lost mood suddenly relaxed a lot. Eluma smiled and leaned next to him, and left the port with him.
"So, what are you going to do?"
On the twelve-quarter tower, Huang Yi sat on the edge of the top of the tower, and behind him was Izzy admiring the sunset.
"I don't quite understand what you mean."
Izzy looked at Huang Yi and asked with some confusion: "What to do? What do you mean?"
"You still have to work, you still have to live, you still have to..."
Huang Yi felt a little irritated. He didn't know what to say. He could only sigh and asked: "Okay, let me ask directly, you gave me all the money, what should you do?"
"What do you think?"
Izzy looked at Huang Yi, a faint smile gradually appeared on his face.
"No, I didn't expect you to really give me all the money. This amount of money is too big and can only be changed hands once in two years. You are too impulsive. I..."
Huang Yi scratched his head in distress, then patted his head helplessly, and then asked Izzy: "Where are you going to go in the future?"...
"I have no idea."
Izzy shrugged and said calmly: "My files in the Commercial Church were destroyed. Now, I am a free man with no job, no religion, and even no state. I can go anywhere."
"Okay, I am indeed a bit stupid."
With a long sigh, Huang Yi stood up directly, looked at Izzy aside, and asked solemnly: "Izzy, as the Pope of the War Church, I now formally invite you to become my vice-pope."
"Is this what you mean?"
A narrow smile appeared on Izzy's face. Like a cat that had stolen food, she narrowed her eyes and asked with a smile, "Aren't you forced by me?"
"Stop playing with me."
Huang Yi held his forehead and sighed, "It's really strange to me. It's obvious that such a magnificent war has just ended, but I'm talking about disappearing like this."
"It is not good?"
Izzy stood upright, overlooking Mosk on the twelve-minute tower.
Arthur Morgan, who was arm-in-arm with Dutch, covered in bandages, carrying a beer and bragging loudly to his friends about his heroic appearance at that time. Hathaway and Arthur, who were holding flowers and seemed to be talking to themselves, passed by each other, with distressed expressions appearing on their pretty faces from time to time.
In the cafe next to the street, Evan handed a necklace to Lin Yuan in front of him. His smile was warm, and Lin Yuan's eyes were full of joy. Tia stood at the door of the cafe with her arms folded in boredom. Next to her was Lin Zi, who was full of curiosity, but was picked up by Tia as soon as she wanted to go in.
An angry Lin Zi ran to Ai Yin to complain, but Ai Yin seemed to know something. He looked at Ai Wei and smiled strangely. Then Ai Yin held Lin Zi's hand with one hand and held Lin Zi's hand with the other. Take Kaya to the nearest dessert shop.
In a clothing store not far away, Don Quixote looked at the cumbersome dresses with a distressed look on his face, while the mindless and unhappy combination of Torea and Lea Co were messing around with her. Make up your mind. There are times when Torea smiles unconsciously, and there are times when she calmly speaks out hilarious words.
Baiqin, who was holding the document, walked out of the element store nearby. She seemed to hear a voice not far away. When she saw the four people gathered together without half a skirt, she sighed, and then it was like a savior descended from the sky. General walked to the store and started to help Don Quixote buy the first dress in her life.
In the afterglow of dusk, Zhou Li and Eluma held hands and quietly walked from one end of the street to a food stall. They looked at Lin Zi, who was secretly sitting on a chair on the corner of the street, eating the cream cookie in his hand like a hamster. , the same evil smile appeared on their faces.
Accompanied by Linghai's scream of "yaa", Alyosha, who was studying Tariq Coffee not far away, was suddenly startled. His short red hair was like the rays of light on the horizon. She raised her head, looked at Linghai who was explaining something with a shy expression not far away, and smiled.
Turning around and looking at Huang Yi, who was admiring the same sunset as himself, Izzy said to him softly with a faint smile:
"Human beings are miracles built up from one small thing after another."
Tariq, the end.
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