"By the way, I'll call the teacher back right away. He must be very happy that you're back!" Although she had some doubts in her heart, Galafil still knew that Nonosiva was here for her teacher, Van Doe.
Although she didn't know what Nono had gone through all these years, she could tell from the huge change in Nono's body that it probably wasn't a good experience. A good experience could not make a person change so much.
Garon took a sip of the short-term juice. It had been many years since he sat on the sofa in his teacher's house and drank juice.
This kind of peaceful and leisurely life was not suitable for him now.
"How are you doing now? I also asked around for your news. Unfortunately … since you disappeared that time, no one has seen you again. Everyone guessed that you went to the radiation zone. Otherwise, it would be impossible to not find you in the entire region, "Galafil informed her teacher and asked with emotion.
"It's okay. I've barely been doing well these years." Garon knew that the other party still thought that he was a student back then. Perhaps he had not yet entered the higher stages of resonance. Now that he was back …
"You can rest assured that the teacher will definitely understand you. Plus, your case has been overturned. You will definitely be able to live well in the region again. By the way, where are your family members? I went to your address later and found that you had moved a long time ago. " Galafil was a very kind woman. Although she was tall and sturdy, she could take care of her junior brothers and sisters without asking for anything back then. If it were not for the kindness in her heart, she could forget about it in this materialistic society without compensation.
Back then, because Garon was also her junior brother, she also spent some effort to check around. Unfortunately, there was no result.
"Settle down?" Garon smiled.
"Yes, you can rest assured that the teacher is much older now. During the last rebellion, your two senior brothers were …" Galafil took a sip of the cup and looked down. "Now that I think about it, everything that happened back then was like a dream."
"I will plead with the teacher. Plus, you were also wronged back then. Come back and settle down. There will be no problem." Galafil showed a gentle smile.
Garon lowered his head and the expression on his face could not be seen.
"He's coming! The teacher will be back soon! " Galafil suddenly raised her voice. "I saw his location. He is not far away and is rushing back." A smile appeared on her face. "Look, the moment he heard that you were back, he immediately returned without any delay."
Garon held the glass of juice, covering half of his face as he took a sip quietly.
The two sat on the sofa. Galafil kept talking about what had happened in recent years, and Garon listened quietly, smiling from time to time.
Bang!
Suddenly, a muffled voice came from outside. A dusty black figure wearing a windbreaker strode into the hall.
Van Doe was still that shriveled old man from back then. He held a walking stick in his hand, his back was slightly hunched, and the wrinkles on his skin and face were even denser. On the right side of his neck, he could vaguely see a dark blue code number printed on his skin. It was the same as before, but the color was a little lighter.
The moment he entered, his gaze fell on Garon.
"You still know how to come back!?" His tone was stern.
He also felt a little guilty for the disciple in front of him whom he had given up in the past. At that time, this genius disciple had become a sacrifice because of the fight in the sect's branches. It was also because he did not really fully support him. However, as a teacher, it was impossible for him to admit his mistake to his disciple! He, Van Doe, had lived for so long and had never admitted his mistake to anyone!
Garon and Galafil stood up and turned to face Van Doe.
"Teacher …" Garon said softly. His gaze was calm as he looked at the old man who was getting older. The death of the two disciples had hit him hard. Originally, his own life and death were uncertain among the disciples who were gathered in one hall. Two senior brothers died in the rebellion, and only one female disciple was still relatively stable. However, he no longer had his original influence within the Black Flood Party.
"I don't have a disciple like you!" Van Doe said coldly. Looking at Garon's appearance at this time, there was no trace of Willpower left in his body, and his appearance had changed greatly. His heart softened a little after all. With his Willpower completely gone, it was naturally difficult to be alone outside. A few years ago, it was a time of war …
"Since you are back, go to the Eagle's Nest immediately! Get your Willpower back as soon as possible! "
"Teacher …" Garon still spoke calmly. Originally, he did not have much resentment against Van Doe. Although he gave up on him in the end, he also helped him a lot in the beginning. "This is the last time I visit you as a disciple. Perhaps, it is also the last time I call you that …"
As soon as these words came out, Galafil in the hall was stunned. Van Doe was also stunned and took a deep breath.
"What are you talking about, Nono!?" Galafil hurriedly shouted. "Apologize to Teacher! Don't ruin your future on impulse! Teacher is just talking … "
"Shut up!" Before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by Van Doe.
Van Doe's face was flushed, and his hands were shaking a little. He fixed his gaze on Garon.
"You, what did you just say? I didn't hear you clearly. "His voice was trembling a little. This was the biggest concession he could make. He was Van Doe. He would never be mistaken! Never!
Ignoring Garon's crazy winks, Garon raised his head and faced Van Doe calmly.
"Teacher, there are some things that can never go back once they have happened …"
Can't go back?
There was silence in the hall.
Van Doe had not completely extricated himself from the death of his two carefully cultivated disciples. No one could imagine how Van Doe felt at the moment. In the beginning, he gave up on Garon, but it was also because this disciple was too good at causing trouble. Not only were there hostile branches, but there were also Fila's forces and other inexplicable forces.
Now …
Originally, he had put down everything in his hands and rushed back quickly. He thought that he had seen hope. Perhaps Nono had thought it through and returned to him. Perhaps this was the opportunity to make up for his mistakes, but now it seemed …
Van Doe looked at the genius disciple he had placed high hopes on. Now, he had completely become an ordinary person. There was not even a trace of the pilot's Willpower left. But even so, he was still unwilling to bow his head in front of him.
Two disciples died in battle, one disciple wanted to betray the sect, and two children were seriously ill … Only one female disciple was left, but her qualifications were insufficient. Perhaps she would not be able to break through in her lifetime …
"… Am I really … wrong? …"
For the first time, Van Doe could not help but ask himself this.
"No! I can't be wrong! It's them! It's them who don't understand me!! "The awkward shackles in his heart suddenly broke out.
"I just came to tell you, Teacher. I don't blame you for what happened back then, but everything at that time is even," Garon spoke again. Looking at the old man in front of him who was obviously stubborn, he finally said what he meant calmly.
"Nono!" Galafil cried anxiously on the side.
"It's okay," Garon smiled gently at her.
"It's okay?!" Van Doe spoke. His face was very gloomy, and a deep sense of fatigue emanated from him. "You're an ordinary person without Willpower. In this war era, even if you rely on your brain to live well temporarily, do you think you can live like this for a lifetime!? Stupid! Ridiculous!! People can only rely on themselves!! "
"Yes, people can only rely on themselves," Garon smiled. "Back then, Teacher had already deeply taught me this truth. Isn't that so? "
Van Doe opened his mouth and did not speak again.
For a moment, the three of them did not speak. There was only a thick inexplicable emotion in the hall.
After a long time, Van Doe raised his hand, and his whole person seemed to have aged.
"Once you step out of this door, you're no longer a disciple of my Black Flood Party. Even if you beg me in the future, I won't give you another chance!"
He stared at Garon closely, and there was anger, depression, sadness, and a trace of pleading in the deepest part of his eyes.
He, Van Doe, had no children in his life. His disciples were everything to him. Now, his disciples were either dead or sick. Everything he had worked hard for and cultivated in his life seemed to be just to prove his mistake.
He repeated over and over in his heart that he was right, that he was right, but the calmer Garon's eyes in front of him, the sadder he felt in his heart. He not only thought of his two disciples who had died in battle, but also his wife who had died because of him back then …
Garon looked at the old man in front of him who was almost overwhelmed by the war. He did not know in his heart what he wanted to see when he came back this time. Did he come back just to let this old man admit that he was wrong back then?
Maybe.
He smiled, turned around, and walked out of the hall.
"That's it." His voice echoed faintly in the hall.
"I'm telling you! No Willpower! Do you think that others really value you!? Once you step out of this door, don't ever come back!! "The old man's trembling voice came from behind him.
Garon did not stop. He only paused, but his footsteps slowly walked toward the exit of the courtyard.
A mistake was a mistake. Many things were lost because of mistakes, but they were still unwilling to admit it. This was also Van Doe's sorrow.
Everyone was unwilling to admit that they were wrong.
The moment he stepped out of the door, Garon did not hear any more sounds coming from behind him. It was quiet, as if there was a dead silence.
He knew that Van Doe was not sad for himself, but for his own life. He tried in vain to use his coercion and dissuasion to prove that he was right, to prove that he was not wrong, and that it was others who were wrong.
"Everything is clear now." Garon raised his head and looked at the artificial sun above his head.
"It's time to see how the little guy's digging is going." Garon did not look back, and strode in the direction of leaving the underground.
He did not walk far before he saw a tall woman in a tight red leather jacket standing beside him. The woman had crimson red eyes and messy shoulder-length black hair. She gave off a wild vibe.
"Red-eyed Medero?" Garon recognized her instantly.
"Although I don't know who brought you into the inner courtyard, show me your identity." Medero came specifically for Garon.
She received a report that someone had entered the inner courtyard unconventionally. She looked at the data and found that something was wrong, so she hurried over personally.
Suddenly, Medero seemed to have heard a telepathic message, and her expression suddenly relaxed. She looked at Garon deeply.
"You can go now, but don't let me catch you again next time!"
Garon smiled and nodded.
He turned slightly and looked behind him. He knew that it must have been his senior or Van Doe who spoke for him.
In the end, he did not say anything. He strode away and walked toward the elevator exit.
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