âTeacher, youâre right. I made a mistake.â Lorenzo lowered his eyes and pulled up the broken strings. âWhen the strings are broken, they can no longer sing.â
âYou will be rewarded...â Palatine sighed helplessly, got up, went to the church door and opened it.
Outside the door was still a gray sky, reflecting each other with Palatineâs eyes of the same color. The leaves hanging on the branches had all fallen the other day. The cold wind blew up the dead leaves on the ground and made a small roll. The sound of the bell came from the top of the church and echoed in the city of grey fog.
âUncle Ye, itâs time for Mass.â
Lorenzo was still sitting in his chair, muttering to himself with his harp in his hand, âYouâre right, Iâm going to be rewarded...â
At the end of the lake, Corson found Jamie.
At that time, he was sitting on the dock, looking at the bright red evening sky in the distance.
âJamie! What are you doing here?â Corson trotted over, grabbed Jamieâs shoulder and asked him, âYou know, everybodyâs looking for you like crazy, and Lydneyâs been shot!â
âI saw her face...â With a gentle laugh, Jamie pulled out the heart-shaped photo frame necklace hanging around his neck with his right hand, pressed the button, and gently stroked the photo with his finger. However, the photo had turned yellow and wrinkled due to the erosion of time, and the face of the person in the photo could no longer be seen. âItâs been more than a hundred years. Iâm almost forgetting what she looks like.â
âJamie...â
âBut even then, I will not allow anyone else to cheat me with her face!â Jamie suddenly stood up and raised a sheet of paper he was holding in his left hand to tear.
âDonât tear it!â Corson quickly stopped him, grabbed the paper in his hand and spread it out. âWhatâs this?â
âInvitation letter from the Philadelphia.â
âFuck! For first class! Where did you get it?â
âThat woman, the woman I saved, I donât know her!â Jamie brushed his hair off his forehead and said irritably. âI donât know what happened to me. I was like a victim of evil when I saw her. I tried my best to catch up with her. I knew she wasnât Siddy, but there was always a voice in my heart telling me that was her, I...â Jamie walked around impatiently and suddenly grabbed Corson on the shoulder. âYou said Lydney was shot. Is he okay?â
âSomething happened, and then it was all right.â
âFucking invitation!â As soon as Jamie heard this, he became even more irritable, reaching out and trying to snatch the invitation letter from Corson.
Corson quickly moved sideways, with his back blocking Jamieâs movements, holding the invitation in his hand far away, Jamie had one hand around his neck, and the other hand desperately trying to reach the invitation, âFirst, letâs take it back and ask Auguste, he is the decision maker. The woman is another issue.â
Then Jamie and Corson found the mechanical policemen who were inspecting the lighthouse and asked them to drive them back to the inn on the grounds that they were frightened and lost their wallets during the riot.
The Sheriff accepted their request and sent a mechanical policeman to escort them back.
Flower Star had always been in place for tourist services, and the impact of this riot was indeed great. Some excessive tourists may even sue Flower Star at Imperial Tourism Headquarters for a large amount of financial compensation. In contrast, Jamie and Corsonâs demands were not excessive.
âHey, hello.â Corson smiled and greeted the mechanical policeman sitting in front of him and Jamie.
âGood evening, gentlemen.â
âOh, itâs not good at all.â With a sneer from Jamie, Corson gave him a quick elbow.
The mechanical policemanâs scarlet electronic eyes turned and stared at Jamie. âYour friend doesnât look very well.â
âYes, he was terribly frightened and lost his wallet. Itâs understandable that he is in a bad mood, right? The riot was terrifying.â Corson said, while the mechanical policeman was looking at Jamieâs lap, Jamieâs index finger turned into a silver needle and he suddenly rushed up and pierced the back of the mechanical policemanâs neck.
The mechanical policeman struggled for a moment and stopped.
Jamie opens his empty hand and a red alarm message appears on the screen â[Transmission progress: 80%]
If the alarm goes to the headquarters of the Flower Street Star Police Station, he and Corson would be dead.
âNot yet.â
âCopy the data.â
After they copied the data, Jamie and Corson cleared a little memory of the mechanical policeman about them and woke him up again.
âHey, hello.â
âGood evening, gentlemen.â
...
Alia had been notified by Auguste and stood at the entrance of the inn waiting for them.
âWhy did you go out for a while and become like this?â Alia looked at Carl and Lydney in surprise. âIs Lydney all right?â
âWhen he wakes up, check him again.â Carl walked straight to the room with Lydney in his arms, regardless of the blood dripping all the way through his abdominal cavity.
âCarl! Your wound!!!â Alia ran after him.
Haiâan moved his head away from Augusteâs neck and moved his body. Auguste released his hand so that Haiâan could adjust his posture. He asked softly, âWhatâs wrong? Are you uncomfortable?â
Haiâan frowned and hesitated for a moment before answering, âMy whole body feels so sore...â
Wasnât that strange?
In fact, the magic power of this healing was not great. The white elves were the closest race to the elements of light besides the protoss. When the ethnic war broke out in Nore, a powerful white elf could take charge of the whole armyâs healing. Unless their soul disappeared from the world, the white elves could save him even if their body was cut in half. But even then, the white elves could not save themselves.
No one could escape the war sweeping across the continent.
Haiâan twisted a few times, his body ached more obviously. This ache was not intense, but moving inexplicably produced some unbearable irritability. Haiâan was very uncomfortable. In Augusteâs ear, he softly said, âI want to go back to sleep...â
âOkay.â Auguste kissed Haiâanâs forehead and took him back to the room.
Although there was no sun in the Eastern Hemisphere, there was also a time to turn out the lights. After the complete fall of night, the stars shining outside the window followed the middle of the night. One by one, they climbed up the unfathomable zenith. Haiâan lay quietly on Augusteâs chest and slept with his eyes closed.
Auguste caressed Haiâanâs silver hair for a moment, then suddenly, his nano computer on his wrist vibrated. He pulled out the electronic screen, and the Vagrantâs group messenger popped up with a message in an instant.
[Forcing Brother Corson] Auguste! I found Jamie and he brought back a bunch of Philadelphia invitations for you to see.
There was another vibration from his nanocomputer, and Corson sent pictures of the Philadelphia invitation to the group.
Originally exquisite workmanship, full of concave and convex texture, the invitation letter had been wrinkled under the repeated torture of Colin and Jamie, and two of the corners had even been damaged.
[Black-Hearted Boss Auguste]: Itâs ugly.
[Empty Boy Leston]: Why arenât you two in bed? Itâs the middle of the night.
[Forcing Brother Corson]: Go sleep in a ditch, Leston. Auguste, shall we go? You decide.
[Handsome Alia]: Ugly, we should refuse.
[Black-Hearted Boss Auguste] Weâll go.
[Handsome Alia]: Why?
[Empty Boy Leston] The periphery of Flower Street has been blocked unless you want me to come in with the Vagrant.
[Colin, No. 1 Beauty of the Vagrant]: Go ahead. Itâs still a special invitation. Itâs all wrapped up.
Haiâan moved after hearing the frequent vibrations of the nanocomputer receivers, turned over humming and almost rolled off of Auguste. Auguste quickly reached out and hugged Haiâan, pulled him into his arms, and then hugged his little soft waist.
[Black-Hearted Boss Auguste]: Thatâs it. Itâs time to go to bed.
[Alert: Auguste, the black-hearted owner of the group, has opened the all-staff ban.]
Auguste shut down his nano computer, the blue light disappeared in an instant, and the room was filled with darkness.
âGood night, JianJian.â
Haiâan slept very deep, and did not dream, but when he fell asleep, Haiâan felt very hot, as if he was lying on a burning stove, and there was a sound of âbang bangâ in his ear.
He moved uncomfortably and rubbed the blanket under him.
Ah, hard. Why was it so hard?
Haiâan reached forward and touched it. He felt that it was slippery and elastic. He opened his eyes slowly and found himself lying on Auguste.
And neither Auguste nor him were dressed.
Haiâan was completely awake. He put his hands on Augusteâs chest and sat up straight. He looked at Auguste with wide eyes.
Although Auguste slept with him every day, both of them would wear clothes. Auguste wore his nightgown, while Haiâan wore the dragon pjs that Auguste had prepared for him.
He fell asleep before he got back to his room last night, so Auguste didnât even change his clothes for his convenience.
Haiâan sat up too fast, the weight of his whole body suddenly pressed on Augusteâs abdomen. The large movement caused the sleeping Auguste to hurry and âwake upâ to hold Haiâanâs waist, to prevent him from further exertion.
âWhy donât you get up Auguste? Weâre all ready to... go...â Colin stood in the doorway, with Corson behind him, too.
All the doors in the inn were wood carved doors to fit the style of Oriental architecture. Colin heard the sound in Augusteâs room and thought that they had gotten up. He pushed the door open without knocking since Auguste hadnât locked it.
As a result, without any precautions, Colin and Corson saw this âlewdâ scene of Haiâan and Auguste.
From the curvature of the quilt, they could clearly see that Haiâan must be sitting on Augusteâs bottom half with his legs open. Haiâan touched Augusteâs chest with his hands, and Augusteâs big hands were on Haiâanâs waist, sending the message of âwe slept togetherâ.