Chapter 556： 　Boy and man

At the end of the banquet, it was already a dinner party, and the guests left quietly, for fear of disturbing Oban, who is increasingly injured. Even if Oban's bedroom was far away from the banquet hall, he would not hear even a single note even if the music was loud here. But the guests still exited like ghosts, a carriage rounded the square of the castle, and the rotating wheels were printed on the foggy ground, dragging out intricate traces like water snakes.

The wind lantern hung in front of the carriage cast a faint yellow halo under the gradually diffused fog, illuminating a corner of the night, and at the same time pulling the carriage out of a long shadow. The other end of the shadow melted into the dim night, without distinction.

Allen did not ride the carriage, he let the carriage go back first and walked on the streets of Ark Harbor by himself. The streets at midnight were quiet, but not so quiet that even a half-person figure was invisible. Under those dim street lights, from time to time one or two drunk men dragged wine bottles and staggered across the long street. They would even lie directly in the middle of the street, and then naturally the next morning, soldiers on patrol would blow their whistles to drive them away.

You will also see beautifully dressed women, wearing short skirts that are enough to make you think, standing under street lights or bar shops. Whenever a man passes by, they will assume a variety of attractive poses. When there is no one, their bodies are slightly-trembling in the light to resist the midnight chill. After all, the season has entered autumn, and soon it will be winter.

The city is tired and asleep. The dark and shallow clouds in the sky give the night sky a complex light and shadow. The clouds are thick tonight, blocking the moonlight and stars. Allen stood still and looked up at the night sky, only to realize that it had been a long time since he looked up at the sky like now. He has been busy since returning to the heaven star from the earth. He suddenly felt at a loss. Before he was ten years old, life at that time was hard. Hunting with wolves, the goal every day is to be able to hunt enough food and then survive. So repetitive, monotonous but satisfying; after the age of ten, life has undergone earth-shaking changes.

Now he doesn't have to worry about food, but the goal of life has become blurred. Today's goal is no longer a fat rabbit every day, or a calf can meet. That goal becomes bigger, and Allen needs to harvest more things every day to fill part of the corners.

So is this kind of life what I want? Allen asked himself this way, participated in the death ring, entered the Dawn Academy, headed to the Pluto star, and now expedition to Outland. All this seems to have an invisible hand pushing Alan forward, but the pace of this whole process is too fast, so fast that Alan never thought of himself. Until now, the breath of death entwined with Oban's body is like a wake-up call, ringing in Allen's heart, urging him to think about himself.

Think about it all, does he want it?

The instructor of the college once said that people always need to have ideals. Because there are ideals, talents have the motivation to move forward; and ideals will change. The higher you stand, the greater the ideal.

Allen also had ideals.

Before the age of ten, the ideal life is not to have to rush for food every day; after ten, he hopes to get a good position in the huge family of Beskod, so that he can borrow the power of the family to accomplish some things, such as finding The man named Archimedes followed his mother's wishes and sent the devil's praise into his chest.

But now, he is already one of the heirs of the family, and even has a foothold on the colonial star. However, there are also more and more things on the body, and life is like a river. You thought that if you fill up the river, the river bed will rise and life will become full. But you didn't expect that when you bury your head and fill the river, the other end of the river rushes through more tributaries, so the river becomes wider and deeper.

It's so wide that you can't see the other side, and it's deep enough to make you lose your head.

Allen shook his head mockingly, hiding these unrealistic ideas to the bottom of his heart. He is not a poet, and he has no time to sigh. The high hopes of his mother and grandfather are pinned on him, and he does not want to disappoint those people. He also wanted to protect the relationship between him and Lucy, and in order to protect the relationship between the two, Allen knew exactly what he needed. Coupled with the opening of the road to burning blood, no matter he didn't want to, he has already walked in and participated in this more cruel game.

And all of this points to the same point like a ray, and that point is called power!

If he re-firmed his goal, the chain of life will become more profound. But Alan hadn't thought that many people at his age are still indifferent teenagers, and he already has a man's heart.

Allen smiled and took another step. The road is still that road, and the street is still that street. But from the moment Alan took his footsteps, his life had already reached another level. The night is still gentle, like a woman's long hair, twists and turns around you. Like the mist that entangles every corner, people walking in the mist are like sinking into the gentleness of the night.

So this misty street is also gentle. When Allen turned into this street, two drunks were lying on the ground, carrying wine bottles and talking; not far from them, under the street lamp opposite, one The man looked at the bar frequently and impatiently, then turned his head and smiled and a beautiful but older woman was talking about something.

From the intermittent words, Allen heard more numbers, as if the two were bargaining for a night's sleep.

This is the life of most people Allen walked forward, passed the drunkard, and stopped near the couple. Then he turned around and smiled: "You did a good performance, but not serious enough. At least the alcoholic should be full of alcohol, and there should be no knives hidden in the prostitute's handbag. I suggest you change to a dagger next time, or Change to a larger bag. You see the knife almost stabbed the bag. Of course, the most important thing is that when I walked in, you all showed murderous aura. As far as the killer is concerned, you are too incompetent."

The atmosphere of the street suddenly changed.

The two drunks suddenly sat up from the ground, then patted their buttocks and spread. The men and women who were bargaining went around behind Alan, and the woman threw away the bag she was carrying, and she already had a black short knife in her hand. The man made a full gesture and bowed to Allen, "It's been a long time, Sir Allen."

Allen turned around, looked at their faces and said, "Now the entire Ark Harbor knows who I am. Forgive the local adventurers' union or the killer group for not having the guts to take the order to assassinate me. Then you are Foreign? I guess, I just offended Earl Laked not long ago. Are you his people?"

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