At the end of the banquet, it was already a dinner party. The guests left quietly, afraid that they would disturb Ou Ban, who was getting more and more seriously injured. Even though Ou Ban\'s dormitory was quite a distance away from the banquet hall, he wouldn\'t hear a single note even if the music was loud. However, the guests still left like ghosts. One carriage after another circled the square of the castle. The rotating wheels were imprinted on the mist-stained ground, dragging out intricate traces like water snakes.
The lantern hanging in front of the carriage cast a faint yellow halo under the gradually diffusing fog, illuminating a corner of the night and pulling out a long shadow of the carriage at the same time. The other end of the shadow merged into the dim night, inseparable from each other.
Allen didn\'t take the carriage. He let the carriage go back first and walked on the streets of Ark Harbor. The streets at midnight were very quiet, but they were not so quiet that not a single person could be seen. Under the dim yellow streetlights, one or two drunkards would occasionally be seen dragging wine bottles and staggering across Youyou Novel. Across the street. They would even lie down in the middle of the street, and then the next morning, patrolling soldiers would blow their whistles to expel them.
You would also see women dressed up to the nines. They wore short skirts that were enough to make people fantasize, standing under street lights or the signs of bars. Whenever a man passed by, they would pose in all sorts of seductive postures. When no one was around, their bodies trembled slightly in the light to resist the cold of midnight. After all, it was already autumn, and soon, it would be winter.
The city was tired and asleep. The deep and light crisscrossing clouds in the sky caused the night sky to show complex layers of light and shadows. The clouds were thick tonight, blocking the moonlight and stars. Allen suddenly stopped and looked up at the night sky. Only then did he realize that he hadn\'t looked up at the sky like this for a long time. He had been busy ever since he returned to Planet Heaven from Earth. He suddenly felt at a loss. Before the age of ten, life was hard. Hunting with the wolves, the daily goal was to be able to hunt enough food and survive. It was repetitive, monotonous, but satisfying. After the age of ten, life had changed dramatically.
Now, he no longer had to worry about food, but the goal of life had become blurry. His current goal was no longer satisfied with a plump rabbit or a calf every day. That goal became bigger, and Allen needed to harvest more things every day to fill up a part of that corner.
Is this kind of life what I want? Allen asked himself, participating in the death arena, entering Dawn Academy, heading to Nether Domain Star, and now heading to the Outer Realm. It was as if there was an invisible hand pushing Allen forward, but the pace of the entire process was too fast, so fast that Allen never thought of himself. Until now, the aura of death wrapped around Ou Ban's body was like an alarm bell, ringing in Allen's heart, urging him to think about himself.
Thinking about all this, was it what he wanted?
The academy's tutor had once said that people needed to have ideals. Because people have ideals, they have the motivation to move forward. But ideals can change. The higher you stand, the greater the ideal.
Allen also had ideals.
Before the age of ten, his ideal life was not to have to run for food every day. After the age of ten, he hoped to get a good position in the huge Bescot family. This way, he could borrow the family's power to accomplish some things, such as finding the man named Archimedes and following his mother's last wish to send the devil's praise into his chest.
But now, he was already one of the heirs to the family, and he had even established himself on the colonial planet. However, the things he carried on his body were also increasing. Life was like a river. You thought that by filling the river, the riverbed would rise and life would become full. But you didn't expect that when you buried your head in the river, more tributaries would be opened at the other end of the river, so the river would become wider and deeper.
Wide enough that you can't see the other side, deep enough that you can't top with one step.
Allen shook his head in a self-deprecating manner and hid these unrealistic thoughts in his heart. He was not a poet and did not have time to sigh. He had the high hopes of his mother and grandfather, and he did not want to let those people down. He also wanted to protect the relationship between him and Lucy, and in order to protect the relationship between the two, Allen was very clear about what he needed. Coupled with the opening of the Burning Blood Road, whether he was willing or not, he had already entered and participated in this crueler game.
And all of this was like a ray pointing to the same point, that point was called power!
After re-establishing his goal, the meridians on the growth rings of his life became more profound. But Allen did not think that many people at his age were still young people who did not know the taste of worry, and he already had the heart of a man.
Allen smiled and took a step again. The road was still the same, and the street was still the same. But the moment Allen took a step, his life had already taken another step. The night was still gentle, like a woman's long hair, entangling you in strands. It was also like the fog that entangled every corner. When people walked in the fog, it was as if they were trapped in the gentleness of the night.
So this street floating with fog was also gentle. When Allen turned into this street, two drunkards were lying on the ground, holding a bottle of wine and talking in their sleep. Not far from them, under the opposite street lamp, a man frequently looked at the bar impatiently, then turned his head and said something to a beautiful but somewhat old woman with a smile on his face.
From the intermittent words, Allen heard more numbers, as if the two were bargaining for a night's sleep.
This was the life of most people.
Allen walked forward, passed the drunkards, and stopped near the man and woman. Then he turned around and smiled, "Your acting is very good, but not serious enough. At least the drunkards should be full of the smell of alcohol, and the prostitutes shouldn't have hidden knives in their bags. I suggest you change to a dagger next time, or change to a bigger bag. You see, the knife is almost out of the bag. Of course, the most important thing is that as soon as I walked in, you all have a murderous aura. As far as assassins are concerned, you are too incompetent. "
The atmosphere of the street suddenly changed.
The two drunkards suddenly sat up from the ground, then patted their buttocks and scattered. The man and woman who were bargaining went behind Allen. The woman threw away the bag in her hand, and a black short knife appeared in her hand. The man, on the other hand, bowed to Allen and said, "I've been waiting for a long time, Sir Allen."
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