"The Dawn War, a distant and cruel memory, occupied almost all of my childhood," Olivia changed her voice and asked, "Has Sere ever told my mother's story?"
Boluogo nodded and replied, "Sere told me about her, but he only mentioned some scattered things."
"for example?"
"At that time, Sere was traveling around the country, drifting between warm embraces one after another. He thought he would always live in this luxury, until he met your mother. This prodigal son seemed to have really fallen in love with someone.
, bound by it, willing to wear the yoke.”
Looking back now, Boluogo actually feels that this experience was somewhat romantic.
If this were a movie, then this would be the best ending, but unfortunately, life is not a movie. It does not end with the end of a certain event. The story will still develop until it becomes unrecognizable.
"Okay, I get it now."
From Boluogo's narration, Olivia probably understood what the story in Sere's mouth looked like.
"Did he lie to me?" Borlog asked.
"No," Olivia shook her head, "In the overall context of the story, he didn't lie...the real conflict happened after this, after the two of them fell in love."
After saying that, Olivia sighed tiredly, as if she wanted to squeeze out all the air in her lungs, leaving nothing behind.
Too many things happened today, one after another, which caught people off guard.
As the real bartender of the Undead Club, second only to Sai Zong's manager, Sere still stayed behind the door. He didn't know what Sai Zong was talking to him... maybe some words of encouragement. I hope this decadent and cowardly undead person
stand out.
Olivia didn't have much hope.
Nethaniel sat in the shadow of the corner without saying a word, probably thinking about the next decision of the Bureau of Order, whether to unite the Undead Club and even most of the forces to launch a campaign towards the Land of Eternal Night.
A war that engulfs darkness.
Bode was busy behind the bar. Everyone else felt heavy-hearted due to the serious atmosphere. Palmer couldn't understand the atmosphere at all and quietly ordered a side of French fries to Bode.
Palmer thought there was nothing wrong with this. A story session was slowly beginning. As a quiet listener, there was nothing better than a hot French fries.
"Elsa, Elsa Tash, that's my mother's name."
Olivia drank all the wine in the glass. She liked the feeling of being drunk. Her senses became dull, and it became easier to accept the past that she didn't want to face. She didn't know whether this was true.
Inherited from Serre.
"Then your story tells that Sere and my mother fell in love. The two went on adventures together, traveling around the world, and as time went by, they were still playing games with each other."
Boluogo recalled, "Are you referring to the game of telling Sere a piece of information about yourself every day?"
"Well, it's just that boring game."
Olivia smiled helplessly, judging her parents' affairs from her own perspective, which made her feel inexplicably absurd.
"I have always felt that Sere does not love my mother, he is just curious about her, just like a child who likes to open blind boxes. He eagerly wants to know what is in the box, and he is willing to spend a long time for this.
and energy, after all he is an immortal.
Mother knew what kind of guy Sere was, and she designed such a game to give Sere constant expectations, making him curious about herself, and then bound him to her side."
Every time she mentioned her mother, Olivia's face showed extra peace, as if she had found a spiritual refuge.
"Similarly, I think my mother didn't love Sere at first. She just thought this undead was very useful. Not only could she relieve boredom on the lonely road, but she also had various extraordinary powers that could move mountains and seas for her."
Palmer raised his eyebrows and said inappropriately, "A master in love versus a master in love, this can be considered a match, right?"
Olivia rolled her eyes at Palmer. If she had just met Palmer, she would definitely teach him a lesson. Now Olivia and Palmer are more or less old acquaintances. The follow-up to "The Hidden Land"
During the battle, she deeply realized what kind of guy Palmer was.
Palmer isn't a bad person, he just has no brains.
"Quiet."
Olivia said, reaching out and moving the plate in front of her, forking out a fries and dipping it into the ketchup on the edge of the plate.
"She lost," Bologg ignored Palmer. "Judging from what happened later, she still lost to Sere."
"It's normal. She is just an ordinary person, and Serei is an old guy who has lived for hundreds of years. With the gap in life span, no matter how determined a person is, he can't refuse someone who has been with him for decades, right?
"
Olivia said sadly, "She is different from Sere, she is not a cold-blooded guy."
Palmer glanced at Bode. Bode, who had just rested, turned around silently, lit the fire, and fried another pot of French fries.
"They lived a peaceful and routine life, but with the passage of time, Sere is still young, and there are many wrinkles on her face."
"The difference in lifespan," Boluogo said softly, "does she expect to live forever?"
"No, how could it be? She is my mother. She would rather die than sell her soul."
"But she ended up becoming NightClan."
Boluogo looked at Olivia, her existence was proof of all this.
"Um."
Olivia nodded and whispered, "She never gave up, but she made a compromise for Sere."
"What's wrong?"
"During a long journey, she was accidentally infected with the plague. In just a few days, she became haggard and with death hovering around her. She thought this was a good ending, but Sere was unwilling to accept it."
Olivia's words paused for a moment, as if she was brewing, but also as if she was nostalgic for the childhood when Elsa told her stories.
"It's very interesting. During the long game, the two opponents seemed to have fallen in love with each other. In order to let her live, Sere begged her to suck his own blood so that they could be together forever.
She still refused forcefully, but under Sere's forcible gift, she finally accepted him. For Sere, she gave her soul and became a Night Clan. She never saw the sun again, and Sere also had
Endless time to get to know her and win this absurd game."
This time, the person who was out of place was Bolog. "Perhaps she knows Sere too well. Only in this way can Sere willingly grant him immortality?"
Olivia was not angry at Boluogo's offense, but said calmly, "If she really cared about immortality, then she would not have walked out into the daylight on that day... and burned to ashes.
"
The already serious atmosphere became even more serious. Boluogo said apologetically, "I'm sorry."
"There's nothing to be sorry for. It's normal for you to be suspicious. Who still believes in love these days?" Olivia forked the French fries repeatedly and smashed them. "Love is too illusory. It's not dead.
It's real, fascinating, crazy."
"After that, Sere brought her back to the Eternal Night Empire, and she became the wife of the Night Clan lord, with a position above ten thousand people, but she was not happy. She missed that period of freedom more than the dark and strict castle.
The days of freedom, not to mention, under that dark sky, she can no longer see the daylight."
Olivia shook her head, seeming to put herself into Aisha's perspective and spoke in her tone.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. As long as I can be with Sere, my hobbies, ideals, normal life, soul... nothing can be abandoned.
She probably had such thoughts and lived a pale life in the Eternal Night Empire. She tried hard to learn to be numb and completely accept it all, but not long after... the Dawn War broke out.
And then...and then during the first year of the war..."
Aisha held the sleeping baby in her arms and looked at Sere with a haggard expression, taking off his armor.
"Just call her Olivia? What do you think of this name?"
"Very good, I have no objection."
Sere hung the armor on the iron frame and quickly came to Aisha's side, his eyes deliberately avoiding the swaddled baby.
"Don't you like her?" Elsa was keenly aware of this.
"No, I'm just not ready to be a father yet," Sere smiled bitterly, and hugged Aisha gently from behind. "This feels really amazing, even though I have lived for so long, and I still see her.
At that time, I actually felt like I had 'grown up'."
Aisha pursed her lips and smiled, and Sere's invisible eyes were full of sadness.
"How long will the war continue?"
"According to the current progress, it will take at least three years," Sere comforted, "Don't worry, we are the undead, and few enemies can resist our advance."
Elsa asked, "No, I don't care about this, I just don't understand... why start a war?"
"Why? What else could it be? Of course it's more territory and more resources." Sere didn't realize Aisha's sadness. Instead, like a general, he told Aisha about the evil benefits.
, "The development of the Evernight Empire has reached its limit. Every blood tax has been strictly distributed. Only by seizing more land and population can we ensure the interests of the Evernight Empire."
Aisha was extremely sad. She did not go to the battlefield, but she could feel the screams of the battlefield, "What then? Then it becomes an absolutely dead society? All people, all blood, must serve your damn father?"
"
Sere was stunned for a moment and retorted, "No, not only my father, but also you, me, and... her."
Looking at the sleeping baby in his arms, Sere said in a gentle tone, "The new population will bring a pure blood source. Only in this way can she grow up healthily."
"Then what?" Elsa continued to ask, as if she had collapsed emotionally, her eyes filled with tears, "In the end, does it all mean anything?"
"Wake up, Elsa."
Sere hugged Aisha and tried hard to give her a little body heat, but their blood was as cold as ice and water mingling.
"Stop empathizing with those ordinary people. We are the immortals, noble immortals who enjoy eternal life. Just like humans and animals, we are completely different existences from them from the beginning."
Aisha was amused by Sere's words and asked in his ear, "I was once a human being, one of those miserable beasts."
"Serre, I am different from you. I have truly lived as a human being. I cannot get rid of the shackles of ethics and morality so easily like you. I can't."
Sere was at a loss for words and didn't know what to say. Aisha pushed Sere away forcefully. She could smell the blood on Sere's body. He had just returned from the battlefield and had killed countless lives.
Both of them calmed down for a while, then Sere said, "You don't love me anymore?"
"Of course I still love you," Elsa said calmly, "I just... I'm just fed up with this dark world."
Aisha holds the baby in her arms, her emotions remain absolutely stable, her mind is rational, and her eyes are clear, like a wise man who has seen through the mysteries of the world.
"Sere, have you ever seriously thought about why you seek immortality? Is it just to escape the God of Death?"
…
Beside the fireplace, Sai Zong asked curiously, "Is this how she questioned you?"
"Um."
Sere stared at the fireworks in the fireplace, his eyes stinging and not moving away, "To be honest, the question she raised at that time woke me up like a heavy hammer. I suddenly realized that it seemed that I had been there since I was born.
I’ve never thought about such a thing.”
"There is nothing we can do about it, right?" Sere smiled helplessly, "I am the son of the Night King, and I was born with immortality. It's like asking a bird how it feels to fly in the sky. I was born with that ability.
, I simply cannot understand how ordinary people feel.”
Sere was filled with melancholy in his memories, and then he realized the strangeness of the conversation and asked, "Wait a minute, you left me alone, just want to ask these questions?"
"It's part of it, right? I've been observing you for a long time, but you are too strict and never talk about the past." Sai Zong looked at Sere, "I'm very curious about what you went through to become like this.
That’s what it looks like.”
"ah?"
Sere suspected that he had heard wrongly, and a chill filled his heart. Damn it, he had been stared at all the time during his long time in the Undead Club.
"Are you a voyeur?" Sere asked cautiously.
"I'm just very curious about the stories of every undead person."
Sai Zong's face remained unchanged and his tone was calm. This was not voyeurism, but a long academic study.
"Everyone's life journey is different, and the reasons that lead us to become undead are also completely opposite," Sai Zong suddenly asked, "Sere, you should have some questions about all this, right?"
Sere suppressed his smile, being reminded of the memories, "That's exactly what I want to talk about later."
"Very good, the same is true for me, and so is every undead person," Sai Zong said quietly, "I am also troubled by a certain question and never get the answer. For this reason, I once thought that I could learn from you and other people.
A certain reference can be found in the example of the undead."
"Oh I got it."
Serei's eyes were blurry. He wanted to continue the previous topic, but when the words reached his mouth, they dispersed like smoke and no sound came out.
"Still don't want to say it?" Sai Zong saw the resistance in Serei's eyes.
Serei nodded silently, then shook his head. Finally, he covered his face weakly and scratched hard with his nails. The personal struggle lasted for half a minute, and he finally let go of himself.
"There are some things in the past that I don't want to talk about."
"You can keep it yourself."
"good."
Sere recalled that it was a hundred years ago, but Sere's memory did not fade or blur because of this. On the contrary, his memory was extremely accurate, and every picture was as sharp and clear as a blade.
In her memory, Aisha asked.
"Sere, we sacrificed our souls and gained immortality. It must be for something, right?"
"Of course, the life we have now, the beauty of almost eternal peace, isn't it what we deserve?"
Sere didn't understand. He didn't understand that Aisha had already obtained eternal life. What else could she be dissatisfied with?