Chapter 167 Valente Bernard
The Foggy Area·City of Westminster.
“I am in a city that eats people all the time. Here, the haze of despair chokes my throat and pollutes my eyes, but those terrible viruses have not stopped at all. Continue to take the lives of more innocent people.”
Valente Bernard wrote this sentence in a black notebook, leaving a message for Valente from those who died due to the epidemic outside Fogdu. It left an indelible impression, and the desperate howls of those spotted patients woke him up from his dreams many times.
Shashasha——
Valente's hand holding the pen kept writing on the notes.
“What is the source of the disease? This plague is not caused by sanitation problems or water source problems. Outsiders always say that the disease first spread from Florence to the Fog City, but the Fog City is now in Bronz Thalia Island, we are separated from the mainland by the English Channel. If the epidemic is really so severe, why are neighboring Stockholm and Oslo okay?”
“There has always been an absurdity in my heart. The idea is that this plague is not man-made, right? "
"If so, who has such power to infect the whole world? "< br>
Dong dong dong——
As Valente continued writing in his notes.
Valente frowned and stopped writing with his right hand. At this time, a familiar shout came from outside the room.
"Valente, the reception is about to begin, and Ms. Sawyer Demi is also at this reception."
Valente doesn't like Callaway outside the door. In that familiar tone, he was not very familiar with the other person. No, he actually didn't have many friends in Fog City. He was a student who came to Fog City from Sicily to study.
Valente is a very boring person in the eyes of outsiders. The major he studied is too boring and professional. Although he likes reading, the books he reads are too esoteric. Those professional books outside In the eyes of others, he is too boring. In the eyes of outsiders, he is a conservative, indifferent and self-controlled gentleman.
"Okay, I get it, I need to prepare a decent outfit for the dance." Valente replied in the same calm tone as always.
“I hope you can have a great time at the dance later.”
Listening to the footsteps getting further away outside the door, Valente sighed and closed his pen. took off his pen cap, then stood up and put on a tuxedo specially designed for attending the ball.
He actually doesn't like to attend those aristocratic balls with an air of arrogance.
Valente does not think that those guys who believe in aristocracy are worthy of intellectual communication.
Valente was deeply tired of these nobles who still held dances even during the plague, but he had to participate. Aristocratic socializing was not something you could refuse if you wanted to.
Valente, who had put on a decent suit, was standing in front of a full-length mirror. His appearance began to appear in the mirror: a head of thick flaxen hair, brown pupils, and the lines on his face were somewhat hard. , coupled with his serious expression, made people feel that no strangers were allowed to enter.
"This is the last time."
Valente tied his bow tie in front of the mirror. Yes, this is the last time to attend the dance. After this dance, he will follow A group of beak doctors go to the front line of the epidemic together.
He never studied to step on others.
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Westminster·Charing Cross.
In a splendid banquet hall, nobles wearing half-masked masks held goblets and exchanged words with joy in the hall. The people here were like the piles of patients who died of the plague outside the foggy city. A sharp contrast.
"Valente, would you like to dance together."
Sawyer Demi, wearing a swan mask, appeared in front of Valente with a formulaic smile.
Looking at the gorgeous fiancée in front of him, Valente just expressed to her that he was not feeling well. Demi was not surprised at all that her fiancé was boring. There was no emotional basis between her and him, and the engagement was just a family affair. arranged for profit.
Demi does not like the cold interest exchanges such as family marriage. She longs for freedom, and romanticism is deeply rooted in her bones. She feels that she should pursue her own freedom like Juliet, and she will have the courage to resist like the other party. destiny.
Under Valente’s gaze, Demi walked towards the party organizer, Charlie Bartholomew.
It is worth mentioning that Charlie is a middle-aged man over forty years old. He has a strong build, a handsome face, and looks very talkative.
Charlie responded in a familiar manner to Demi, who was younger than him, when he approached her. Demi looked at Charlie with admiration and a hint of suppressed affection, while Charlie's expression remained the same as before.
They looked like a man and woman who were in love but not polite.
“This is the smell of infidelity——”
A warm voice came from behind Valente, and he couldn’t help but get goosebumps.
When did you come closer? ?
Valente is a sensitive person. He has an extremely keen sense of people within a radius of 2 meters. Even if someone is standing behind him, he can still feel it. At this time, there is no one behind him. A person suddenly appeared, but he didn't feel anything at all. How could this not surprise him?
Valente turned and looked behind him. After seeing the clothes and grooming of the figure behind him, his expressionless face of a paralyzed man couldn't help but be covered in surprise.
A blond young man with a strange mask on his face was standing in front of him. The young man was a little taller than him, and his clothes did not look like he was attending a banquet. What surprised him even more was that The large white-haired, red-eyed dog beside the masked man was wagging its tail in boredom.
At this time, a strange symbol text appeared on the mask of the masked man: (︶`)
This man is not in the same channel as the dance style, and why can he bring a dog? Come in, why didn’t you notice such a conspicuous behavior just now?
“You...”
"Charlie Bartholomew, this guy combines all the bad habits of Bartholomew's aristocracy. Keeping lovers is the most inconspicuous of all bad habits. Speaking of the contemporary reformist monarch Bartholomew It is simply the weirdest among the weird in [Clock Tower]. The other party can be said to be truly out of the mud.”
Before Valente could finish speaking, the masked man crackled and fired a large number of words at him. A lot of informative words.
"Clock Tower..."
Valente looked at the masked man with deep eyes. The man actually knew about the clock tower. He had spent countless efforts to gain the world's reputation earlier. the truth.
“You don’t seem surprised by this. Can you tell me why.”
The masked man asked Valente curiously. At this time, the expression on his mask changed to this: (★★)
Valente looked deeply at the masked man's face again The text with randomly changing symbols showed that the person on the other side of the world belonged to the person on the other side of the world, and it was the truth that he had been pursuing so hard earlier.
Obviously I have given up on the "truth", but now the "truth" appears in front of me. Life is always so absurd!
"She only has money in her eyes." He said to the masked man.
Valente turned his head to look at Demi, and he continued to say to the masked man:
"It is undeniable that Demi is a beautiful woman: beautiful and delicate, delicate and innocent, soft-spoken, lazy and seductive. The world she lives in is a snobbish world of luxury and pleasure."
"She thinks she is Juliet pursuing freedom, but in fact she is just a sad canary."
"Her resistance still depends on outsiders. She is sad because Sawyer Demi It is the product of 'othering'."
Valente's eyes penetrated the essence of Sawyer Demi like a sharp blade.
“The most important thing is that she doesn’t love me.”
"I don't love her either." After listening to Valente's words, Xia Xiu couldn't help rubbing his chin and looking at the other person's indifferent face.
Unexpectedly, [Dragon Slayer] is not a hot-blooded guy. Valente’s first impression on him is like a refined egoist, but a selfish one. Self-interested people will not be chosen by the [Holy Sword of Barumk].
"Then how will you deal with this troublesome matter? You have to know that although this matter is exposed, it is nothing to these nobles who are very playful, but it will affect your Personal reputation has a bad impact."
A cheerful aura emanated from Xia Xiu.
"Someone told you that you are annoying."
Valente smelled the same kind of scent on the masked man. This man was essentially similar to him.
"That's really not the case." Xia Xiu shrugged.
As Valente expected, the masked man didn’t take his slightly overstepping words to heart. In other words, there was something in him that the other party needed.
“Wars of public opinion are often on the side of the innocent. Charlie Bartholomew is a high-ranking man, but he is not a smart man. The government does not need smart people. , smart people have opinions, and opinions are troublesome. What they want is people who are approachable, smooth, and never make stupid mistakes.”
"If he gets into trouble because of canaries, Charlie will abandon them without hesitation. An unfaithful canary will not be loved by the nobles or the public."
"You have to know that I am the innocent one, and justice is on my side."
Valente said expressionlessly, and listening to [Dragon Slayer]'s words, Xia Xiu's His eyebrows couldn't help but raise, and the corners of his mouth had turned up unconsciously.
This is [Dragon Slayer], it’s really beyond my expectation.
“You seem to have been prepared.”
"I have applied to be transferred to the frontline epidemic department to be responsible for controlling new epidemics. Before I came to the dance, I had informed the newspaper and wrote many passionate articles. The matter will ferment after I leave."
" That's great." Xia Xiu clapped his hands appreciatively.
"What about you, why did you come to me?"
Valente stared at the funny mask of the masked man and said, through the pupil slits of the mask, he You can see the golden eyes inside.
Xia Xiu pointed at Valente, then pointed at himself, he smiled and said:
"Arthur and Merlin."
"What?"
Valente looked at the masked man with a puzzled expression.
The story of King Arthur and Merlin is a well-known bedtime story in the foggy city. He was thinking about the meaning of the masked man's words.
"This party is really boring. Do you want to go out for a walk with me? You must really want to know the truth about the world."
Xia Xiu pointed to the banquet door and made an invitation gesture towards Valente.
Valente glanced at the banquet subconsciously: drunken with gold and paper, extravagant and extravagant, full of singing and dancing.
The hand stretched out by the masked man represented the unknown. Valente simply glanced around, and then walked towards the unknown.
“You are really a devil.”
This is Valente’s second evaluation of Xia Xiu.
The two people and the dog walked out of the door in such a grand manner, and no one in the party knew.
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When Valente followed Xia Xiu out, his eyes could not help but be attracted by a 2 handle standing on the ground in front of him. He was attracted by the meter-long giant sword. He didn't know why, but after seeing the sword, his heart began to throb inexplicably.
The sword is calling me...
Valente's eyes were completely attracted by the giant sword, and his reason actually succumbed to instinct. When he regained consciousness again, his hand was already holding the hilt of the giant sword, and the originally 2-meter-long sword actually shrank after he held it.
"Pull it out, it belongs to you."
A familiar voice reached his ears, and Valente subconsciously turned his attention to the source of the sound. A handsome young man with blond hair and golden eyes was standing In front of him, the other person's face was filled with a bright smile.
Arthur and Merlin...
For a moment, Valente felt that the surrounding environment was covered with fantasy colors, and a dreamy and confusing feeling came over him. In his mind, he now understood what Arthur and Merlin meant.
锵——
Valente just exerted a little force, and the sword came out. When he held the sword, an inexplicable feeling of harmony emerged in his heart.
The sword is very light and fits the hand very well.
Valente looked at the blond young man with questioning eyes, and the blond young man put his right index finger on his lips to make a silence gesture, and the other person's left hand made a note. Listening posture.
[Act 1]
[Scene 1: The Destined Dragon Slayer·End]
[Scene 2: Dragon Roar·Start]
A dazzling light appeared in front of Valente, a pure white card floated into his body, and the holy sword in his hand also floated into his body. , an inexplicable message poured into his brain, and he understood his fate.
All gifts given by fate have their prices secretly marked.
"What's your name, my yellow card." Valente asked the blond young man with complex eyes.
"Hugh Abraham." Xia Xiu took off his hat in greeting.
Perhaps he noticed something was wrong with [Dragon Slayer], Xia Xiu asked:
"Are you confused about this fate."
Valente looked at the blond man who asked the question As a young man, he noticed similarities between himself and the other person: they always looked at things so sharply and without mercy.
“If life is firmly anchored like a string, what’s the point of fighting? If there is no hope, life turns from a gift into a prison.”
“I won’t Surrender to fate!”
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(End of this chapter)