In the early morning, the waning moon of late September hung in the sky, with the moon facing east.
At the end of the month, there was only a waning moon, but after the drizzle this evening, the stars and moon shined particularly brightly. Even with the weather in Guangzhou, people finally felt a bit cool in the second half of the night.
Demon Seymour was sitting in the courtyard assigned to him by the General's Mansion, with a piece of gauze attached to his nose, which made his originally handsome face look a little funny, but his eyes had calmed down.
Failure was not the first time in his life.
In fact, most of the British aristocrats of this era still retained the custom of letting the younger generation join the army, and the education they received could be said to be at the other extreme compared to those of the Eight Banners aristocrats who lived a decadent life.
Therefore, there are rumors that after a tragic battle, the most casualties were even young British officers.
Diamond Seymour grew up in such an environment and experienced far more pain and setbacks than outsiders imagined before he could gain the attention of his elders.
It's just that the experience of the past few years has created inflated self-confidence in him, so that when he is hit again, he will behave like that.
Things started a few years ago.
Dimon Seymour's uncle was the first commander-in-chief of the Eight-Nation Allied Forces. After the battle of the Eight-Nation Allied Forces, he plundered huge cultural wealth in the Far East and brought it back to the UK.
When Diamond Seymour came of age, he was allowed to enter the family's inventory and randomly selected a few collections as gifts for himself. He accidentally discovered an ancient painting that had not been properly kept.
There was another fragment of the picture hidden in the scroll. After Dimonsimore looked at the monsters on the fragment of the picture, a strange cold current swept through his body and mind. Frost covered the fragment of the picture and froze it to pieces. into powder.
The ancient magic scene that was sung in the epic shocked him. After quickly confirming that he had no adverse reactions and had instead received some kind of "blessing", he immediately decided to hide the matter and took the man away. Juan ancient paintings.
After that, in the name of his love for Far Eastern culture, he visited many scholars with outstanding reputations in this field, and inquired about various ancient books that the British nobles had plundered from the Forbidden City, and pieced together the origin of this painting.
It was a portrait specially drawn by a great artist from the Far East thousands of years ago for his student. Its original intention was to hide a legacy of his student.
Lu Lengjia, a disciple of Wu Daozi, in the early Qian and Yuan Dynasty, painted several eminent monks walking on the east and west corridors of the palace. Later, he painted at the three gates of Zhuangyan Temple. He opened his mind and achieved great results.
Wu Daozi saw Lu Lingga's paintings in his later years and felt that his brushwork had made great progress and was very similar to his own, so he exclaimed: "This boy's brushwork was not as good as mine at that time, but now he is on par with me. This is a boy who is as refined as ever." That’s it.”
But one of his disciples who was so praised by him died of exhaustion because of his "dream of a blue bird and a dragon fighting" in the mountains. He returned home and worked hard for more than a month to draw the scene in his dream.
When Lu Lingga's family was packing up his posthumous works, they became seriously ill and bedridden because of the alternation of cold and hot after seeing the painting. When Wu Daozi heard about this, he lingered outside the door for half a day, "not daring to look at it". I saw the painting out of the corner of my eye and said to the Lu family.
"Isn't it the will of the gods to borrow their wonderful paintings from the human world to retain their divine form?"
No one can really appreciate this painting. If it were preserved intact, I am afraid it would cause endless harm. However, because it was made by a beloved disciple, Wu Daozi could not bear to destroy it, so he managed to divide the painting into two parts and painted two by himself. A new painting, the remaining pictures were hidden in two paintings, which were passed down to later generations.
It took Dimonsimore two years to track down this place, during which time he had deeply realized how wonderful the protection he received was.
His memory has become extremely outstanding. His eyesight can clearly see the flapping wings of flying insects six hundred feet away. His sense of taste can distinguish the taste difference between milk stored for two hours. His physical fitness has naturally reached the top level of combat from the level of an ordinary gunner officer. level of the person.
When he was assassinated once, he even discovered that the cool feeling could cover his whole body, and he could withstand close-range shots from small-caliber pistols, and he was not afraid of the deadly toxins delivered at the banquet.
Even if the most fundamental part is hidden, just based on the external changes, his fame has spread wider and wider in the aristocratic circle, winning the admiration of many of his peers, and gaining the favor and fear of real high-level figures.
This improvement continues.
In Seymour's perception, he seems to have become a knight hero in the legend of Great Britain, bathed in dragon's blood, or blessed by fairies, and may have the destiny to become a king.
Because of this, his desire for the other half of the residual map became stronger and stronger. After ruling out many possibilities, he set foot on the land of the Far East with his own guards.
Searching and searching, I entered the country from Guangdong and checked back to Guangdong. Then, there was the fiasco a few hours ago.
"It doesn't matter."
Under the light of the night, Dimonsey Moore told himself this.
"There is no need to be discouraged or panic. Even the eternal king of the Celtics has experienced the setback of the sword in the stone breaking. My failure is a test."
"I was a rising star in the British Empire, and even a figure like Maipole was not an irreplaceable choice for me."
"And he was actually hostile and hunted by the kingdom where he was born. He even lost an important comrade in his first contact with me..."
Demon Seymour straightened his back and whispered in the yard where he was alone, "Yes, that's it. It's like the plot in the Naples opera. After the first encounter, everyone has their own injuries, and then there is the escape and pursuit." .”
As he thought about it, he became more and more confident, "No matter where he flees next, how dangerous a place he hides with my treasure, I will definitely catch him, kill him, and take back my treasure." , opening the most brilliant new chapter in my life."
"Before that, I have to find a way to use my real advantages first, regardless of the enemy's poisonous smoke, shooting, explosives..."
The stars and moonlight were cold, and the kerosene lamp dimly illuminated a corner of the courtyard, illuminating the side face of Dimon Seymour.
He learned to let go of his previous unnecessary grace and arrogance, and thought about what useful items he would bring with him next time to hunt down that person.
Is that the blue-faced devil? Run away, wait, wait for when I find you again...
Bang bang bang bang bang bang! ! ! ! !
The piercing and scattered gunshots interrupted Dimon Seymour's free thoughts, and also made the entire general's mansion, which was in the cold atmosphere in the middle of the night, startle and stir.
Jin Yuehe, Zhu Changshou's eldest disciple, from a remote corner of the General's Mansion, let out a long roar that could alarm the entire mansion and spread through all the garden houses.
"There is an assassin!!"
The roar suddenly broke, like a cold and ferocious knife, cutting into the hearts of everyone at night.
