The horse's pace was neither hasty nor slow, marching through the night. Cyril and Aranza walked side by side, but as if they were afraid of breaking the silence of the night, neither of them spoke. It was like a long and dull piece of music, and when anxious people
I was anxious to the point of facing the street, thinking that the last high note was coming, but it turned out to be an unexpected result.
Cyril opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but Aranza suddenly stopped, breaking her courage to speak - it turned out that the two of them had arrived in front of Elita's residence.
She had no choice but to close her mouth again and pretend she didn't want to say anything.
Aranza dismounted and turned to look at Cyril, who was standing behind him. Seeing Cyril nodding, he seemed to get a little encouragement. He took a deep breath and opened the ajar door in front of him. This residence is Noland's.
When the city was rebuilt, it was specially given to Ilita. In fact, whether it was in Alice Fortress or Noland City, or even in Ilan City, which was not the core of Kay State’s rights, Aranza was the leader of the Thorn Mercenary Group.
The members have arranged a good living environment. This is his effort.
Cyril did not follow Aranza into the house, but chose to wait at the door.
The first thing Aranza did when she walked into the house was to look around with her eyes. But when the furnishings in the house fell into her eyes, Aranza felt a little disappointed and helpless - this was the same place where Elita left all her belongings.
What it looks like after all the things have been moved away, even though their owners have returned here.
Elita is sitting at the coffee table in the living room. Since she was rescued not long ago, her body is already in a weak state, but she can move freely. Her face is no longer pale, and even shows a little of the rigor of the past.
Aranza sat in front of Elita and opened her mouth, but couldn't find any better words to say. She had to put up a smiling face and said in an awkward tone: "Well, you're looking for me?"
"You rescued me, but you didn't take the initiative to find me."
Elita looked at Aranza, with no waves in her eyes, and she replied: "So, I can only find you."
"Well……"
The white-haired boy tried his best to avoid the girl's gaze. He didn't know where his eyes were falling, and said: "Well, you know, there are still many things to deal with..."
"Why save me?"
Elita got straight to the point.
Aranza's expression was immediately stunned. The other party's decisiveness left him at a loss. He moved slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position on the animal skin sofa that was not narrow, and said thoughtfully: "I...well
, this is a joint decision of the Thorn Mercenary Group...not my personal will..."
A look of disappointment immediately flashed across the girl's face.
She laughed twice and said, "Really? I thought your conscience found out."
Her tone was so cold that Aranza was suddenly frightened.
He gritted his teeth, with a bitter look on his face, his eyes finally met Elita's eyes, and said, "Well, do you have to force me like this?"
"I didn't force you."
Elita shook her head and said, "You are forcing yourself."
"I……"
Aranza was suddenly at a loss for words. At this time, the night was getting dark, but the moonlight took advantage of the snow on the ground to spread white patches. It just passed through the window sill and dyed the figures on both sides of the coffee table. What lingered was a kind of tranquility, and it was not murmuring.
Clear taste.
After staying in this silence for a long time, the white-haired boy shook his head, shaking off the moonlight from his hair. He sighed and said, "Well...I, I don't want to..."
His voice changed midway, and the new tone was like a beggar's pleading, saying: "I don't want you to leave me..."
"Why?"
However, Elita persisted and said: "I am no longer worth using. I don't have the perfect strategy like Kim Gates, nor the rare ability like Da Qingshan. And you don't lack women, Hancock is very good."
, although she is cold and arrogant, I can see that she cares about you. Moreover, as long as you are willing, Cyril will become your woman at any time."
"Women always want all kinds of reasons, but there is no reason?"
Aranza smiled bitterly and said, "Well, I don't want you to leave me, so I rescued you, that's it."
"Bang!"
The sudden sound startled Aranza. It was the sound of Elita slapping the coffee table with her hand. A flash of pain flashed across her face. It was obvious that this exertion made her feel more strenuous, but she still stood up and her tone was:
I couldn't bear it anymore and said: "Okay, if you don't want me to leave you, then give me a reason to stay! Yes, a reason, what I want is a reason, no matter what it is!"
She thought he didn't understand, she just wanted a reason that would allow her to forgive his mistakes and stay here.
Aranza hesitated. It wasn't that he didn't understand, but he couldn't give her a reason. Because Aranza knew clearly that before he came to Elita's residence, he walked out of Hancock's room.
"Well, I'm sorry..."
He also stood up, his gray face smeared clearly by the moonlight. He thought for a while and then said: "I can give you a reason, but not now."
"Why?"
"I……"
Aranza rubbed his hair vigorously with his hands, seemingly unable to find a better way to say it. Even when he felt that he was too hesitant, he said, "I... need time."
"good!"
Unexpectedly, Elita agreed immediately. She sat back down and said, "I will continue to stay here until you give me a reason. I will still stay here."
At this time, Aranza realized that Elita gave him the feeling that he was no longer just at a loss. She seemed to have changed, but she didn't seem to have changed. In any case, what she brought to Aranza was a shock.
Aranza also sat back down, but besides nodding in agreement, he no longer knew what to say.
"There are other things I need to tell you in advance."
Elita paused and changed the subject.
"Well, what?"
"When I was in custody, I sent Li back to the Mercenary King line. Although she was outspoken, you know that she trusted you, otherwise, she wouldn't have used magic like the Stone Barrier. So, she came back
I hope you don't have to let her down."
Aranza nodded again.
"Only I can undo her stone barrier."
Ilita added: "I just got in touch with grandpa. Grandpa is sending someone to send Li. In order to prevent accidents, he did not use magic teleportation. It will take about four or five days to reach Noland City. In addition, he sent people here
People may have something to say to you, and you should know what the content of these words will be."
Hearing this, Aranza narrowed his eyes slightly, and he smelled the smell of gunpowder in Elita's breath. He nodded for the third time, indicating that he understood the meaning of Elita's words.
"Okay, I'm taking a rest."
Then, Ilita said a decisive word, turned around and walked upstairs, leaving Aranza in a daze after being hit again.
It wasn't until Elita's figure disappeared around the corner of the corridor that Aranza barely came back to her senses. He smiled mockingly to himself. Now, he had confirmed that this Elita was Elita, but she was no longer the former Elita.
Tower, maybe the feeling of being near death not long ago made her wake up to something, or maybe it was because of Aranza's previous mistakes, or maybe it was both.
No matter what, it was good that she was still with him. Aranza used this excuse to comfort herself, and then she stopped lingering and turned to leave.
"How about it?"
The speaker was Cyril who was waiting at the door.
Aranza asked back: "Well, have you talked to her after you rescued her?"
Cyril didn't know why Aranza asked such a question, but he shook his head honestly and replied: "No, I just came to find her, and she asked me to find you."
"Well, I'm really impatient."
Aranza smiled bitterly and stopped explaining. Instead, she said to Cyril in a commanding tone: "Okay, you should go back and rest. I need to go out of the city."
"I……"
What else did Cyril want to say.
"one person."
Aranza interrupted.
The words were blocked, and Cyril could only nod unwillingly, then turned and walked to the small building on the other side. Her residence in Noland City was not far from Elita's residence, and she walked to the door in a few steps.
Cyril stood in front of the door, looked back at Aranza who was also looking at her, and then opened the door and went in.
When Cyril closed the door, Aranza breathed a sigh of relief. He looked up at the moonlight, got on his horse, took the other two horses with him, and ran quickly through the sleeping streets, crossed the city gate, and ran towards Novotel.
A forest between Rand City and Alice Fortress, a place that claims to be the "backside of the world".
The cold wind whistled in Aranza's ears, but he refused to slow down a bit.
But when the cold penetrated into his bones and Aranza couldn't help but start to tremble, his heart was able to calm down and he sorted it out bit by bit. At this time, he saw clearly the entanglement in his heart, between Cyril and Hanku.
Gram, and Elita.
But he could still appreciate the missions that had been accumulated in his heart from beginning to end, for the King of Heroes, and for his mother. Suddenly there was a burning heat in his arms, which was the paper given to him by Lista, with the mark of his mother's soul on it.
This piece of paper proves the possibility that my mother is still alive.
And being called the Man of Prophecy by the gods made it clear to Aranza that he was in a huge whirlpool.
The cold wind continued to howl, but Aranza's body no longer trembled, but became calmer and calmer as her breathing gradually became steady.
Aranza remembered that he had wanted to overthrow the Lane family's oath. Maybe now he would feel that he was so naive at that time, but he knew very well that if he had the opportunity, he would still spare no effort to overthrow it.
Because it blocks his way, and his way, even though Aranza doesn't know where this road leads, she understands why she wants to go...just to...live in peace of mind.
But when everything is clear, people may become confused, not about the way forward, but about the places they have traveled. They will be surprised by every decision they make, but they will warn themselves in a firm tone that they will never regret it.
Humans are inherently unfounded animals. At the end of the day, Aranza could only draw a conclusion for herself.