Long night.

Oliver Queen stumbled down the alley. His sleeves were in tatters, and his hands below the elbows seemed to have been blown off by gunpowder. The wounds were rolled and charred, revealing a section of white bones, which was quite horrifying. He groaned.

I couldn't keep my balance while walking, and my breathing was messed up.

His hands were crippled by Marshal Scott's "Dead Sound".

The sonic boom shooter, Scott & Bull Sammus, whose arrows can reach a limit speed exceeding the speed of sound, causing explosions. His proud combat skill is the "Quiet Sound" which contains the law of "explosion". He was hit by "Quiet Sound"

Afterwards, any object will be subject to a very strong impact. This impact will oscillate internally, hundreds of times in one second, causing an explosion-like effect.

The pain has been imprinted on the broken part of the arm, reminding Oliver all the time, causing the veins on his forehead to bulge in pain. The cold wind blew through the exposed bone marrow. It was so cold, so cold that half of his body was frozen.

Is this because of excessive blood loss? Are you about to die? No, not yet. This body, supported by willpower, will not die until it stops.

He gritted his teeth and kept walking until he came to a door. The style of the house was ordinary, but there was a faint fragrance of fruit wood coming from inside the door. A faint orange light seeped out from the crack of the door, just like who put the winter sun in.

It's like being locked inside.

Oliver's vision went dark and he fainted outside the door. Despite this, his mouth still did not loosen, and the finger with the ring on it still did not fall to the ground.

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"What is the farthest distance in this world?"

"From the northern end of the continent to the southern end?"

"No, it's not far enough. The people of Orquila can finish it."

"Uh, is it the distance from the "Gospel" continent to the "Gothic" continent?"

"No, elves and orcs can finish."

"Is it the distance between life and death? Yes, that's it!"

"That's a good answer, it involves philosophy. I haven't taught you about the undead creatures. Those aliens between life and death don't care about the distance. Oliver, the real distance is between the hearts of two people.

A distance that cannot be reached by running or riding a horse."

"Like Orion and Scorpio?"

"Yes, even if the sea dries up, the rocks are rotten, the sky collapses, and the earth's crust is shattered, we will never see each other again."

In a daze, Oliver Queen dreamed of a scene from his youth. At that time, the teacher's eyes were still bright. He listened to the conversation between teachers and students and wanted to listen to it for a while, but was awakened by a sharp pain.

.In the dim light, he saw that smiling face with faint nasolabial folds, it was Protin.

The corners of Protin's mouth were raised, but her eyebrows were downward. She said gently: "I'm changing your dressing. Just be patient and you'll be fine."

As soon as he asked "Is there a mirror?" Oliver felt that his throat was so dry that his voice had no moisture. He opened and closed his mouth a few times: "I want to see the wound."

"Why don't you drink water first?"

Plotin put down the bandage and wanted to get the water glass, but was stopped by a neighing: "Give me the mirror!" Oliver shouted this, probably tearing his vocal cords. The mirror was handed to him and slowly deflected to allow him to

He carefully observed the wound. It must have been treated by a surgeon, who cut off the excess bones and sewed the muscles and skin together. Yellow-red juice oozed from the stitches, which made the broken arm look like a ripe fruit.

The more he looked at it, the paler his face became, as if he was going to faint again at any moment. He finally turned away and asked, "Can this hand no longer draw the bow?"

It was obviously an extremely redundant statement, but Plotin still answered seriously: "Yes, let alone archery, I can't even take care of myself."

"If that's the case, why are you trying to save me?"

"Because you fell in front of my door. If you really wanted to die, why did you insist on coming to me?"

Oliver said nothing.

Protin held his right arm, applied a thick layer of ointment, and then wrapped it carefully with a bandage. After changing the ointment, he saw that Oliver's chin and neck were covered in blood, and he had actually bitten his lip.

. So Plotin had to wipe it with a towel again, and said while wiping it: "You were in a coma for three days and three nights. Mr. Lancelot sent someone to visit you."

"Does the whole city know about this?" Oliver finally spoke.

"Yes. After all, you were walking on the street covered in blood alone at that time, which was very conspicuous. However, everyone thought that you were taken back to recuperate by Mr. Lancelot, so you can live here with peace of mind."

"Are you going to take care of me?" Oliver looked at Platinum with a sad look in his eyes: "I am just a useless person with no source of income and no means of livelihood. From now on, your life will be even worse."

"This is to thank you for your kindness. I have never used fruit wood in my life." Plotin wiped the sweat from Oliver's forehead with a towel and said with a smile. She is not beautiful and she is older, but she has a nice smile.

Like the long-lost mother in my memory.

Oliver closed his eyes: "By the way, where is my thumb ring?"

"I'll clean it for you and put it away. Then I'll find a chain to string it up and let you wear it around your neck."

"Has the teacher come forward to express his position on this matter?"

"No."

"That's good, that's good." Oliver cried. No matter how painful it was just now, he never shed a tear.

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Time goes back to two days ago.

Astante, capital, royal palace.

"Crazy, absolutely crazy!"

This is the second time this year that the Minister of Intelligence has seen His Majesty get angry. The first time was because the news about the Twilight Empire's ambassador's transit was concealed. Since the three scapegoats were sent to hell on the gallows, everyone in the Intelligence Department has worked hard

There were so many, but I didn’t expect them to make His Majesty angry.

"What is this, ah? "Ya Ren" attempted to assassinate Scott, and Scott lost his hands. What is this?! Is Oliver crazy? Is Scott crazy?" The king smashed the documents

There were papers flying everywhere.

The Minister of Intelligence removed a piece of paper pasted on his face and said bravely: "Your Majesty, we can say that this is a rumor to stabilize people's hearts."

"Rumor?! So many people have seen it, and you still have rumors?! You too, how did you do your work? It took only thirty minutes after the incident to evacuate the crowd! If you went to deliver the baby, I'm afraid the baby would have already grown by the time you arrived.

Let's get married!" The king rushed over like a tiger, grabbed his subordinates by the collar, and yelled without any royal manners: "Also, has grass grown in your head? What matters now is not what the people think, but the orchid.

What do you think Mr. Slott! That’s enough, get out of here now and clarify this “rumor”! It’s crazy, it’s all crazy!”

I think you look more like a lunatic. The officer thought to himself and hurriedly resigned.

The king walked back and forth in the room several times, sighed, pushed open the door and went out, and said to the royal steward: "Prepare a carriage for me to go to Mr. Lancelot's house."

Today's weather is particularly bad. The sky is so gloomy that it looks like there are dead clouds, and there is no sunshine. The cold wind pours into the car through the gaps in the curtains. In the car, the king chants "crazy" over and over again, and it is not clear who he is referring to.

”.

The carriage came to the gate of the palace. A burst of noise came from the front, and the carriage stopped. The butler got on the carriage and said: "Your Majesty, the door is blocked. Many people asked your Majesty to give an explanation for this incident. Some of them

A music master who has a good relationship with Mr. Lancelot. They are both very influential, so they cannot be driven away by force."

The king shook his head in pain, opened the car door, and when he got out of the car, the irritability and depression on his face disappeared. As soon as he appeared, the people slowly stopped making noise.

"Dear citizens of Astante, I understand how you feel. Oliver Queen's attack on Marshal Scott is still under investigation. When the matter comes to light, I will make the truth public. I will not favor anyone, nor will I

I will deliberately frame anyone. Like everyone, I hope to be fair, open and just. Now, everyone must not be instigated by someone with evil intentions and cause bad effects. I will go to Mr. Lancelot's house to discuss this matter with him. Please

Everyone, make way."

Under his majesty, the people made way for the carriage. After sitting down, the king's calm and calm face was immediately filled with sadness.

Some things are too far away to reach each other, or even see each other. Just like Orion and Scorpio, the best observation month for one is January and the other is July. When one of them shines in the starry sky, the other must be silent in the darkness.

.Maybe when the end of the world comes, they can meet.

The elegant Lancelot and the "Evil Eye" Scott & Bull Samas are such a pair, and they can never expect to communicate. At first, they were both excellent shooters at the quasi-heroic level, one was gentle, the other was aggressive and brave, and they were inseparable from each other.

Give in. When Lancelot was designated as the heir to the position of Guardian Hero, Scott secretly poisoned him. Even so, Lancelot put the overall situation first and stayed out of the limelight for fifty years, leaving the stage to Scott.

Scott. This intention is good, but it cannot be conveyed to Scott's heart. Over the years, Scott is still worried about Lancelot's role as a guardian hero.

Other kings would celebrate "having two heroes", but King Astante only felt troubled, and sometimes he even couldn't sleep at night. Many times he thought, if there was one less hero, Astante would be more prosperous, right?

While he was thinking, the carriage stopped. Only then did the king realize that there was no music coming from Lancelot's mansion today. His heart was inexplicably clenched, and he quickly entered the door without waiting for the servants to tell him. He walked through the garden and came

When he arrived at the private room, he calmed his breathing, forced a smile, and said, "It's really strange that you don't play today, sir."

Lancelot, who was inside the bamboo curtain, also smiled and said: "Today the strings suddenly broke, and I have no intention of playing or singing. Please come in and sit down, Your Majesty."

The king felt a little at ease. It seemed that the guardian hero's mentality was still good and the situation could still be controlled. He took off his boots in front of the steps, walked in and sat down cross-legged. He saw a figure behind the curtain holding a long rope.

He stroked it for a while, as if measuring the length of the long string, and then asked: "Sir, are you renewing the strings?"

"Yes. Why are you here, Your Majesty?"

He got to the point right away. The king leaned forward and said, "It is said that Oliver returned the longbow to you?"

"Yes."

"That's good, Oliver will no longer be involved with you." The king breathed a sigh of relief. "Sir, we will not hold Oliver responsible for his crimes, and we will allocate funds to him for his daily expenses."

"That's not necessary. Since you have made a mistake, you should be punished. Don't bend the law for personal gain because of me." Lancelot continued to stroke the rope calmly. "He can take care of himself and does not need to waste national funds."

"You can't say that. After all, his intention is good, and he also wants to avenge you." Seeing that the other party did not answer, the king changed the subject to avoid making the atmosphere too awkward: "This string is very long. Wait, this string

Are the strings "light-colored silk strings"?! Why did you take them out?! No, don't be impulsive, sir!"
Chapter completed!