Genos looked at Brandon with a hint of fear. Is the person in front of him really the deacon who had just left? It seemed to be to confirm his guess, the two of them accidentally met their eyes.

What is he laughing at!?

Genos' heart beat violently, and he rarely panicked. At this moment, he was frightened by Brandon's flashing smile. However, Brandon did not give him time to think. His left hand gently placed on Giles' shoulder, and his right hand closed the sword suddenly changed, and the sharp sword blade stabbed directly at Giles.

Giles was in a mess at the moment and was even more unprepared for Brandon. When the blade accurately passed through the gap in the waist of the armor, he had not reacted yet. When he noticed it, his waist had been penetrated by the blade, and his lower body was numb and he could not even feel the pain. Blood spread like a stream, spreading along the lines of the armor...

"careful……"

Genos looked at everything in front of him in disbelief. His warning was too late. Brandon took off Giles' helmet without any haste and threw it at his feet. Giles' head was tightly pressed against sweat and rain, and his face was scary. He touched the sword inserted on the right side of his waist in disbelief, his hands were covered in blood.

But...why?

He turned his head away with difficulty and stared at the deacon who had been following him for twenty years, with only confusion in his eyes...

Austin felt that he was about to collapse. He couldn't understand everything in front of him. What should he do?

Kill Brandon to avenge Giles?

Or should I take it as if I didn't see anything?

"Austin...Austin...Austin...Wake up!Wake up!"

This is...Gilles' voice? Isn't he dead? Austin was a little confused. He stared at Giilles, covered in blood, standing in front of him, constantly calling his name...

The sound of calling became clearer and clearer, and the scene in front of him became blurry. Austin shouted, and suddenly sat up, sweating all over. He looked at Giles, who was sitting beside him. He didn't look strange except that his face was a little pale by the rain. He was stunned for a while before he realized, "So... it turned out to be just a dream?"

"What kind of dream is so scary, yelling?" Giles teased.

"Nothing, a boring dream, when did I fall asleep? Where is the rope?"

Austin wiped his face, his head hurt a little. It took a while to react. I don’t know where the rope in his hand went, but Giles didn’t hold the rope in his hand, and he couldn’t help but feel a little confused. Could it be that it’s all dreams? When did he fall asleep?

"Born Dream?"

Giles' expression became a little weird. He laughed a few times in an unknown way, stood up on the ground, staggered to Austin, grabbed Austin's head with his right hand and pressed his head tightly on the trunk. "It hurts very much, I really hurt..."

"What are you doing..."

Austin was shocked. Giles' lower body was stained with blood at some point. A pool of blood was accumulated where he was sitting just now. The sword penetrated his waist from right to left. As Giles' movements, it kept shaking, and a large amount of blood was pouring out. Logically, it was impossible to move such injuries, but Giles's strength was surprisingly great, not like an injured person at all.

"Do you know how much pain I feel?"

Giles laughed wildly, pulling out the blade inserted into his waist with his backhand. Blood splattered Austin's face. The warm blood and the cold rain mixed together, and the eyes turned pale red. Austin tried his best to break free from Giles's hand, but the sword had fallen...

"Don't……"

Austin had only time to shout out one word, the sword had already struck his neck, the warm liquid dispelled the cold, but also took Austin's last bit of body temperature.

"ah!"

Austin sat up suddenly, gasped, reached out and touched his neck. There was no wound or blood. Is it another... dream?

"What kind of dream is so scary, yelling?" Giles, who was sitting beside him, teased.

It was this voice and this sentence again. Austin suddenly stood up, drew his sword and pointed it at Giles. The indescribable fear took root in his heart. He could not tell whether this was a reality or a dream, but no matter what, he could not let Giles get half a step closer to him.

"What's wrong? What dream makes you so nervous?"

Giles shrugged with a wry smile, and stood up and walked towards Austin, but his smile seemed exactly the same as in his dream, revealing an inexplicable strange feeling. Austin raised his sword and pointed it at Giles, sternly saying, "Stay away from me."

"What's going on with you? Isn't it just a dream? Looks like you're scared."

Giles ignored his warning and walked forward without any haste. The distance between the two was getting closer and closer. Austin's hand holding the sword was trembling slightly. He was hesitating whether to take action. He could not prove that this was a dream, which means that Giles in front of him might be real.

Maybe it was just a two-fold dream. He had actually woken up. As Giles said, he was just scared. After all, the biting cold rain did not seem like the feeling he should have in a dream. Austin thought for a moment and slowly put down his sword. He chose to believe his intuition.

"Come on, let's talk, what dream scares you like this?"

"Nothing, just a boring dream."

Perhaps because of a little impatient, this familiar sentence blurted out.

"Oh, is that...but...I really hurt!"

Unprepared, the sharp blade passed through his chest, and Austin's mouth was covered with blood. He fell at Giles' feet for the second time. The darkness quickly swallowed up his consciousness, and the cold rain once again took away his last trace of body temperature.

"ah!"

Austin screamed, and he woke up again, still familiar scenes, Giles leaned against the black cloud tree beside him.

"What kind of dream is so scary, yelling?"

At this moment, pain and death are so insignificant. What is a dream and reality is no longer important to Austin. Those who are afraid are dead are a corpse, and living are also a corpse.

...

"You are not him, who are you?"

Genos watched Brandon kill Giles with his own eyes, but for some reason, Austin ignored the scene and seemed to lose his soul. He didn't even react to the sword in his hand falling to the ground. He muttered and couldn't hear what he was saying. Although it looked exactly the same, his intuition told him that the person in front of him was definitely not Brandon.

Brandon glanced at him, slowly pulled out the blade, and pushed Giles' body away. He sneered, "There are only two types of people in this world, one is a smart person who lives for a long time, and the other is a fool. I don't know why he died, tell me, are you a smart person or a fool?"

Genos remained silent. Although the man in front of him was seriously injured, judging from his attack and Austin's reaction, it was just a matter of killing him. So why didn't he choose to take action directly and ask such an unknown question?

"Genos, born in Ping'an's 364th year, now twenty-six years old..." Brandon said without any haste.

"Shut up!" Genos' pupils suddenly shrank, and his expression was unprecedentedly ferocious.

"The son of a rapist and a prostitute."

"Shut up the fuck!"

The dusty memory surged in his mind, the scabbed scars were forcibly torn open, and his anger instantly swallowed all of Genos's rationality. He stared at his blood-red eyes, and his murderous intent was as fierce as a storm. At this moment, he forgot the gap in strength and thought, and just wanted to penetrate the throat of the person in front of him, so that he could shut up forever!

But this sword slashed in the air...

The dull sky was covered with clouds, and the snowflakes fell on his shoulders. Genos, who was only thirteen years old, was wearing a tattered and dirty shirt and shrank barefoot by the trash can on the corner of the street. His face was so blue and white that he had already numb his feet, and the coldness that was close to his skin made him remember everything.

Yes, it is a day that he will never forget in his life.

Can that kind of person be called a parent?

It doesn't matter if the robbers or the prostitutes are not even related. They even receive customers in front of him or even kill customers in front of him. It doesn't matter if they fight because of uneven payments. But what he can't accept is the look of the two people looking at him, so disgusting and indifferent, as if they were looking at a maggot and a mosquito sucking their blood, and they wished they could slap to death.

Just today, the two people thought he was in the way. After receiving the guest, they drove him out of the back door and told him bluntly that it would be best to freeze to death outside and not go back.

Yes, for money and for life, what is family affection?

It was already the greatest kindness that he was born. What else could you expect? Genos always comforted himself like this. His mother wanted to pick up customers, his father wanted to rob money, and if he was by his side, he was really in the way... It was really in the way...

The shops and restaurants on both sides of the street are always so bright. Every time he passes by, he always stays for a long time. The soft and warm light hits his body, imprints into his eyes, and intertwines countless beautiful thoughts in his mind. Until the clerk impatiently knocks him away, he will not miss it. Everything will be broken when he turns around. Since he has never had it, it is natural that it doesn't matter to lose it.

But no matter what, at least he still has a not-so-warm family affection, and he always comforts himself so much.

At two o'clock in the morning, heavy snow filled the streets, and even the shop that closed at the latest turned off the lights, announcing the end of the day. Genos was glad that he found many leftover foods in the trash cans, many of which were just bitten and thrown away. Maybe it was not to the taste, but he thought it was delicious. He picked a few pieces of cleaner bread and packed them in a bag, intending to bring them to his father. Maybe they would not drive themselves out for the time being, Genos thought so.
Chapter completed!