Chapter 504 Night Talk
June, the end of midsummer.
The Bu'ao war, which lasted for half a year, fell into an even more anxious stage.
The battlefields on the northern and eastern fronts were filled with artillery fire.
Countless wrecks of tanks, airships, and fighter jets can be seen everywhere on the scorched earth that stretches thousands of miles.
There was continuous artillery fire and a hail of bullets.
Horrifying roars and piercing gunshots came one after another.
Trenches and fortresses were built and destroyed, destroyed and rebuilt again.
More than a million soldiers died on both sides.
However, the people of the two countries were unable to see these horrific scenes with their own eyes. Relevant information can only be obtained through newspapers, radio and other media.
On the evening of June 25th.
A dull, hot wind blew through the imperial capital.
A white-haired old man in a suit and leather shoes was walking out of the Sifang Palace with a white cane.
The female guards on both sides saluted with their guns in hand.
The old man nodded and left with the pestle and stick.
He finally stopped at the end of the cobblestone path under the setting sun and looked back at the magnificent building.
Recalling the conversation with the head of state just now, a relieved smile appeared on his old face.
Soon, he left without looking back.
The shadow dragged longer and longer until it overlapped with the shadow of the Sifang Palace.
Para Celsus walked from the central area to South Muses on foot with one staff and one staff, walking slowly through a street.
It was also night at this time, and the sky was dark.
He finally stopped in front of an orphanage.
The dim light came from the orphanage.
This orphanage is not big, only a four-story old building with a low-walled courtyard outside. Green vines and moss cling to the low walls. There are some children's entertainment facilities such as sand pits, slides and rocking horses in the courtyard, but they look a bit old and faded.
"Bertolet Orphanage."
The old man turned his head and looked at the iron sign on the courtyard gate, with a smile on his wrinkled face.
This is one of the orphanages established in the capital by Palla Celsus as a doctor under the pseudonym "Bertolet" decades ago.
In fact, there are many "Bertolet Orphanages" distributed throughout the Bremen Empire.
People only know that these orphanages were invested and established by the "Bertolet Foundation", but they do not know that the person behind them who paid for them out of his own pocket is Para Celsus.
Pala was born in the dark and war-torn feudal Middle Ages. He had strong sympathy for homeless children because he himself was an orphan without a father or a mother.
As a child, he made a living by wandering and begging, and survived three plagues. When he was young, he was fortunate enough to become a servant of a noble family. He was responsible for carrying toilets and urinals for the male master and cleaning them.
In the Rongdeng Kingdom of that period, this kind of servant also had a special name, called "feces servant".
While working as a servant in this noble family, Parra worked under the master's royal doctor and learned basic medical skills.
Later, when Pala was fifteen years old, the noble family died due to war, and he also joined a mercenary group called the "Healing Knights" by accident.
Since then, a legendary life has begun.
…
…
Para recovered her thoughts.
He held his cane and stepped onto the steps of the orphanage.
Tuk Tuk.
Parra knocked softly on the door.
After a while.
The old wooden door creaked open, revealing an old woman with gray hair inside.
When she saw Pala, the old woman was startled for a moment, and then her face showed joy.
"Is it Mr. Bertolet?! Please come in!"
The old woman quickly turned sideways and bowed.
Pala smiled and walked in.
This old woman's name is Myrcella Marsh, and she has served as the director of this orphanage since its birth.
Only she and a few caregivers have seen Pala's true face. Perhaps it was because Parra's strength had declined so severely that her appearance was so old that the old woman, who had not seen him again for decades, did not become suspicious.
"Mr. Bertolet, what's the matter with you coming here today?"
Dean Myrcella asked as she walked away.
Pala smiled and said:
"I just stopped by to see the children."
"That's it."
The dean's face Kamiya broke out into a smile.
"The children are resting on the second floor. Normally at this time, it is the time for the caregivers to tell stories, but in the afternoon I organized a game, and the children were tired from playing..."
The two whispered After chatting, we came to the second floor.
Pala followed the dean to the window of a large room. Through the glass, he could see the warm night lights on inside.
Rows of double beds are neatly arranged.
Although the environment in South Muse is dirty, it is like a pure land, clean and tidy.
The children were sleeping on their own beds with their eyes closed, falling asleep.
The children are as young as four or five years old and as old as seven or eight years old. They are both boys and girls.
"Alas..."
At this time, the dean looked at the sleeping children in the room and sighed melancholy.
Pala turned to look at her and asked:
"Myrcella, what's wrong?"
"Sorry, Mr. Bertolet, I'm just a little sentimental."
The old dean shook his head.
“After the war between our empire and the Owena Federation, there are more and more homeless children. I don’t know how many batches this is... Because the number of places in the orphanage is limited, some children have no choice but to live alone. Can it be sent to the 'Mother Church' and the 'Dawn Church'?"
"Do you think things will get better in the future? It's really..."
Dean Myrcella wiped the corners of her eyes lightly.
"Decades have passed, and I have seen too many poor children in South Muse, suffering hardships that they should not have to endure at a young age... and even losing their lives."
"Will the world be peaceful?"
"Yes." Parra patted the old dean on the shoulder and comforted softly. "There will be a day of peace, don't worry, Myrcella."
As he said that, Parra took out a stack of gold foil banknotes from his trouser pocket, containing thousands of Caesars.
He handed the money to the dean, who couldn't help but be stunned and lost his mind.
"Give the children extra meals tomorrow. They should eat more meat... By the way, let's renovate the orphanage. The facilities in the orphanage should also be rebuilt." Parra said softly.
The old dean immediately shed tears and squeezed Parra's hand gratefully.
"Mr. Bertollet, I thank you on behalf of the children. You are such a good person, and the children have never forgotten that there is such a person helping them."
"It doesn't have to be like this."
Pala smiled.
“In such troubled times, I can only do so little.”
“Sorry, Mr. Bertolet, I know you are a big shot and very busy... …But when the orphanage is renovated, I plan to hold a celebration, and the children will be happy if you come."
"Will you come?"
The dean wiped away his tears and said choked with tears.
Pala thought for a while, patted the back of the dean's hand, and said comfortingly:
"I will."
Hearing this, the old dean was very happy.
She was like a young girl, clutching the money and covering her chest, feeling happy for the children.
After the two chatted for a few more words.
Parra offered her farewell.
He left the orphanage and walked back to the central area from South Muse.
But he did not go to the Triumph Building or return to his residence, but went straight to Morales Street.
Para arrived at Apartment No. 9.
Toot.
He rang the doorbell.
Soon, an upright old butler in uniform strode out.
When he saw the old man standing outside the courtyard, Charles quickly opened the door and saluted.
"Mr. Pala!"
"Is Gilan at home?"
"The young master is at home, reading a book in the attic."
Old Charles said.
"I'll go and inform you."
"Then I'll trouble you, Mr. Charles."
Parra nodded politely.
He was invited to sit down in the living room, and the maid made him a cup of hot tea.
In a short while.
A young man with purple eyes wearing a noble ponytail and a nightgown quickly came down the wooden steps.
"Teacher."
Ji Lan came over and bowed respectfully.
Pala looked at his student with satisfaction and waved.
“Come on, Jilan, let’s talk.”
“Yes, teacher.”
Gilan sat down on the sofa.
He noticed that the teacher was in a good mood tonight, with a smile on his face.
"Teacher, what makes you so happy?"
"My king agreed to let me charge for the Knights again."
Pala took a sip of tea. , smiled.
Jilan frowned, having a bad feeling.
Parra looked at the student's expression and chuckled.
"I have about ten days left to live."
"Teacher..."
Jilan's pupils shrank.
Para put down the teacup and said calmly:
"I plan to make one last trip to the Owena Federation while I can still move."
"Are you planning to assassinate the Federal General Council alone?"
Gilan suddenly understood the teacher intention.
He quickly said in a deep voice:
"But this will not stop the war, let alone defeat Owena..."
"Gilan."
Para raised her hand to signal.
“My goal is the ‘Golden Army’, the ‘Elephant Guard Group’, and even the mysterious side force of the Federation.”
His turbid eyes were extremely deep at this moment.
"I am a dying person anyway. Just like playing chess, if I can get rid of the opponent's important pieces before I die, then it will be extremely worthwhile... As long as my king can win!"
Hearing this, Ji Lan felt the teacher's strong determination. He also knew that the teacher was right.
So, Gilan gave up persuasion.
"Jilan, this should be the last conversation between you and my master and disciple."
Pala said softly.
His tone was not solemn as expected, but very relaxed:
"I should tell you that Si Chen from the two camps of the 'Crippled King' and the 'Blind General' have conflicts that can never be reconciled. The two sides can only fight until one party falls."
"Because this is It is caused by the different laws and ideas of the two sides, and the different directions of the world they want to promote."
"My king is trying to end the war and create a peaceful and prosperous world, but the 'Blind General' and the others need one. The world of extreme chaos will benefit them forever.”
“My child, my king cannot be defeated!”
Parra reached out and patted Gilan on the shoulder.
He said word by word:
“Once He is defeated, all mortals will be left with pain!”
(End of this chapter)