"Where is the church's newly designed holy monument?"
Nero shook his head and ran towards there quickly without thinking too much.
How many years have passed since I can remember, I have been an orphan, an orphan who grew up on a "seemingly" isolated island in Forduna, an orphan who grew up under the constant contempt and ridicule of the people around me.
Big orphan.
Why despise? Why laugh?
Because the so-called mother may just be a prostitute wandering around.
People around me say this, and it means: the product of an "accidental" birth between a woman and a man whose name she doesn't even know, due to a financial transaction and the temptation of a one-night stand.
When I first heard the ridicule from my peers, I would fight back hard. Although I denied it all the time, maybe what they said was true...
Until that day, a very kind couple came to the orphanage with a boy a little older than themselves and a girl about the same age as themselves...
"Huh? This little boy has the same silver hair as the gods. He's so cute! Why don't we adopt this boy? Maybe this boy is a child destined to the gods?"
Then, I was accepted by this family. At that moment, I had a family, a family that was not my biological parents, but was better than my biological parents.
I have a friend who is like an elder brother, or a brother, and that girl with eyes full of tenderness and love, Ji Liye!
Although she is one year older than me, I just want to call her that, maybe it is just my reluctance...
No! It should be said that subconsciously, I regarded her as a pure woman, and then I liked her...
Maybe it’s because my personality is incompatible with the people around me, maybe it’s because of other reasons. Unlike others who are either angry, disdainful, or ridiculed, Ji Liye always supports and trusts me in everything I do.
, support and trust without reason.
She does this to other people too, but I guess...
In short, in such a family, I slowly began to let go of my original family that abandoned me. Maybe the woman who abandoned me was really a wandering prostitute!
Until now, just now Ji Liye said that a man came to look for me, that man is my brother, I have a family, it turns out that I have a family...
I originally thought I had let go a long time ago? Why, why did you abandon me back then, why are you looking for me now, why...
The more he thought about it, the sadder Nero's heart became. The more he thought about it, the more complicated Nero's heart became. What is it like? What is it...
Unable to think clearly, Nero simply turned all his grief and anger, all his doubts, and everything into motivation to reach his destination...
"That should be the highest point of Firm Hill!"
The figure that just flashed before my eyes, the figure standing on the black holy monument...
It's absolutely not wrong. I hope you can give me an answer.
Nero thought as his steps became faster and faster...
At this time, Angelo, who was standing on the stone tablet, could already see the figure running quickly, very quickly...
When he was about to reach his destination, Nero's extremely fast footsteps suddenly stopped, and then his left hand instantly pressed down on the bandaged right hand...
"Damn, why at this time..."
Looking at his bandaged right hand, Nero cursed secretly and said with an ugly expression.
At the same time, at the moment when Nero suddenly stopped, Angelo suddenly felt that his body, his soul, and his blood were all trembling slightly. That feeling...
After closing his eyes and feeling something for himself, Angelo's face suddenly darkened, and then he returned to his previous calm demeanor as if he had thought of something.
"It seems it's unrealistic to expect you to come here. Forget it, I'll go to your place!"
As Angelo spoke, his voice seemed to reach Nero's ears through endless space, and the latter looked at the stone tablet that was not far away from him with a shocked face. It could even be said that it was right in front of him.
Under the moonlight, the figure wearing a coat suddenly moved, and then...
Two young men with the same silver hair and "same" coats were looking at each other quietly on a protruding hill...
Yes! That's right, that face is the same as the one I saw in my dream, or the figure in my dream should have such a face.
Thinking back to that day, my right arm was scratched by the sharp-edged demon. Was the injury serious? It was serious, not serious.
But after that day, I had a strange dream, and I had long forgotten that dream, but now I see the person in front of me...
"Did you hear that?"
The man from the dream, telling
"Did you hear that? That roar from the soul?"
The man repeated it again, but I didn't know what he was "telling".
Maybe the man didn't speak, but it resounded in my mind and my soul. The low, dry, but gentle voice sounded again:
"What is your soul screaming about?"
"What about you? What is your soul screaming about?"
I asked a question, and then I heard the man chuckle, and then said:
"I need more power!"
"Me too!"
The dream, the conversation in the dream, and the man all overlapped with the person in front of me, as if those words were what he said.
Looking at Angelo in front of him, Nero recalled with complicated expressions.
At this moment, Angelo looked at the younger brother in front of him, the younger brother he had never met before, the younger brother who only existed in photos, and more thoughts flashed through his mind. There were many things he wanted to say and ask,
I wanted to explain, but in the end I didn't know how to say it.
After a long time, Angelo took the lead in breaking the long silence and asked:
"What happened to your arm? How did you get hurt?"
There was a hint of anger and long-lost concern in his tone, just like Credo...
"I was scratched during the battle with the devil!"
Nero, who was also in a complicated mood, replied.
I don’t know why, but I just said it naturally.
After Nero finished speaking, Angelo confirmed that he had moved and nodded before asking a second question.
"How have you been over the past few years? I guess...forget it, my name is Angelo. My mother said it herself that I was born first, an hour before you."
From the greeting at the beginning, and then changing the subject with a wry smile, Angelo was at a loss and worried at this time, after all...
From the initial question, to the subsequent self-introduction, and finally, the tone that seemed to show off his status, Nero slowly became depressed, sad, and even a little angry.
Taking a deep breath, he said a slightly confused "Ah," as if he didn't hear it, and then replied:
"Ah? Angelo, right? Why would you ask such a question? How can an abandoned orphan live in the midst of abuse, ridicule, and contempt?"
After he finished speaking, there was a hint of indifference in his extremely self-deprecating words.
Sadness, sorrow, and anger began to appear on Nero's face.
But Angelo nodded firmly, as if he expected it, a smile flashed on his face, and he said:
"Yeah! You can guess that it's similar to what I and my mother imagined. It's a pretty good life. At least you..."
"Damn it! What are you talking about? Are you laughing at me?"
That kind of knowing but indifferent tone, even with a "ridiculous" tone, made Nero's mood explode instantly, and he directly uttered a curse word, forcibly interrupting Angelo's words.
Seeing Nero's extremely angry look, Angelo frowned, then thought for a moment, smiled, and asked:
"Ha! Ha! Do you think I am mocking you? Do you think I am mocking you, or do you think you are really abandoned?"
At the end of the sentence, Angelo's voice seemed to be trembling a little, and even his expression, that extremely sad look, made the somewhat angry Nero confused.
Angelo, looking at Nero's doubtful expression, took a deep breath and added:
"At least, your life is much better than that of us who are worried all day long and worry that we may lose our lives someday!"
After speaking in a complicated tone, Angelo took off the necklace around his neck and threw it to Nero, who caught it and looked at it.
Angelo also walked up to him at this time and touched Nero's hair with a sad expression. The latter was obviously not used to this action. He avoided Angelo's stretched out hand and began to look at the necklace.
, and the contents contained in the necklace.
This ruby with a golden chain gives people a very heavy feeling as soon as it is bought.
Yes, that's right, the value of this necklace, even if you have never left this island, you know that this necklace is very precious.
Just this golden chain and this ruby are worth a lot of money. It’s also a flip-top. What’s inside...
Opening the lid, surprisingly, there were only two three- to four-inch photos inside. On the lid was the back of a man holding a samurai sword and wearing a blue windbreaker. There was a picture of himself and a guy named Angelo.
The same silver hair.
Just looking at the photo, it gives people a very cold feeling, not to mention the face, or in other words, my previous guess that the man in the dream is more suitable with this extremely cold face.
No! It's not appropriate. That dream, that whisper that resounded deep in the soul, was said by this man, it was him.
Looking at the photo with Virgil's background on the cover, Nero was extremely convinced that the man he saw in his dream must be him.
Who is he? Maybe...
Suppressing the doubts in his heart, Nero slowly moved his eyes downwards and saw a blond woman, no, it should be a blond girl.
I know this girl personally, she seems to be named Beatrice, or I have seen her photo before, she is a female knight, a very noble female knight.
This nobility is not only due to her becoming a knight as a woman, but also because of her family inheritance, which has a very long history. It has been rumored that her family has a deep connection with the "god" worshiped in the church.
However, I was not interested in this at the time. It was rumored that she had disappeared more than ten years ago. There were also rumors that she had married elsewhere, or died...
I can't believe she could be...
Moreover, judging from her appearance alone, she in the photo is only three or four years older than Ji Liye, about 20 years old.
Then look carefully, the smiling woman is sitting on a chair, holding two silver-haired babies in her arms, one wrapped in a blue cloth bag and the other in a black cloth bag.
At first glance, the girl was holding her two children with a happy face. Her expression and posture did not look like a mother who cruelly abandoned her children.
If Nero didn't see himself in the photo taken by the director when he picked him up in the orphanage, he was exactly the same as in this photo, even the black cloth bag was exactly the same.
What happened at that time to make his mother abandon him in the photo.
Yes, if there was any resentment before, now after seeing this photo, all the emotions such as resentment, sadness and loss have disappeared.
Because I already know that this woman, no, should be my mother, is not a person who abandons her children casually, so what happened back then...
Seeing Nero's expression changing constantly, and when he finally closed the lid, he had an extremely sad expression and tears falling from the corners of his eyes. Angelo couldn't help it anymore and hugged his brother directly, and then said softly
arrive:
"Brother! Everything is over, everything is over! At least, from now on, no one can separate us, no, no! Absolutely not!"
After saying those decisive words with a slight choke in his eyes, Angelo let go of Nero, and then the two of them looked at each other...
"Poof!"
In just a few seconds, both of them laughed. Then Angelo "snatched" the necklace from Nero's hand, put it back on his neck, and said in a possessive tone:
"This is mine, yours is with mother! She said she wanted to give it to you personally when the time comes."
Angelo's words stunned Nero for a moment. The latter grabbed Angelo with one hand and asked eagerly:
"Mother? Mother, is she still alive?"
Angelo was stunned by Nero's reaction and his question. Angelo shook off his hand, found a stone on the spot, sat down with a knife, and answered the question:
"Do you want to hear how we, mother and son, have lived these years? Do you want to hear "you" and why you were abandoned?"
Nero, who also sat down, nodded subconsciously after hearing Angelo's words. The latter smiled slightly, and then said slowly:
"What's different from you is that I've known from the beginning that I have a younger brother, and that's you..."
With that said, Angelo pointed at Nero and then continued:
"At first I didn't understand why I had to live such a wandering life, why I had to be separated from my brother since childhood, why I didn't have a father, why... until I was eight years old,... ten years old... ten
Two years old...sixteen years old...until today, I didn't know you lived here..."
It's a very long story, and a very sympathetic story. After listening to Angelo's explanation, Nero's heart was very complicated. He was chasing and fleeing. It turned out that his mother and brother... and this guy had been here all these years.
Of?
Seeing Nero's thoughtful look, Angelo slowly reached out and stroked Nero's hair. After being touched by the latter, Angelo looked at Nero's bandaged right hand and continued
Speaking of:
"Like your right hand, do you think it was infected after being scratched by a demon? But I can tell you with certainty that it is not! Those despicable guys don't have this ability. This power comes from our father - Virgil!
"
"Virgil?"
Angelo's words made Nero confused. Then under Nero's confused look, Angelo slowly asked the last question in his heart:
"So, Nero, if it were you, faced with a baby born with such a "deformed" body and a curse, and a baby that is as healthy as an ordinary baby, how would you choose?"
After asking, before Nero could answer, Angelo continued to ask:
"Should we choose to abandon the baby who was born with a curse, and then live happily with another baby? Or should we put the healthy baby in the orphanage, and then take the "deformed child" with us in the battle between demons and humans?
How about being marginalized and embarking on a road of escape with no future? If it were you, what would you choose? "
After speaking, Angelo fell silent, his face a little heavy.
After listening to Angelo's question, Nero fell into a long silence.
Yes, if it were you, no matter which one you choose to abandon... No, you will never face such a choice in the future...
Looking at Nero who was already deep in thought, Angelo chuckled, then slowly spoke, interrupting Nero's thoughts:
"You don't know, right? In other words, if my mother abandoned me at that time, she would never have lived a life of narrow escape, or even come close to dying many times. She..."
"No! No! I won't give up on anything!"
At this time, Nero suddenly interrupted Angelo's self-deprecating words and interjected.
After hearing Nero's words, Angelo also smiled, nodded in agreement, and added:
"Yes! No matter what it is, you can't give up, but if you want to really do it, you can't do it without strong power. Power, power, I need more power!"
Nodding, the voice in the dream was transmitted back to reality. Having also experienced the pain of losing a "relative", Nero naturally understood that in order to protect everything, he naturally needed very strong power.
But after waiting for a while, a thought suddenly flashed through his heart, and Nero asked quickly:
"You just said that we have an uncle, what's his name? What about our father? Our father's name is Virgil, right? Where was he at that time? Also, you just didn't tell me why those demons were chasing after them.
Are you, just your bloodline awakening in advance?"
A series of questions came into Angelo's ears like a barrage. After thinking for a while, Angelo sighed and answered one by one:
"Our uncle allowed me to get away with it first. As for our father, he is dead. He was killed by a demon!"
Hearing this, Nero suddenly frowned. The feeling of Angelo saying this was very uncomfortable. It was obviously a very sad thing, but the indifferent tone...
Before Nero could think about it further, Angelo suddenly showed a very strange expression, and then said in a rhetorical tone:
"As for why the bloodline will be chased by demons once it wakes up, you need to investigate it yourself!"
"What am I doing? Can you, MD, make it clearer? Why do you want me to investigate on my own?"
Seeing that his brother started to act like "The Riddler" again, Nero was so angry that he cursed.
Angelo didn't feel offended by Nero's greeting. He shook his head, smiled softly, and said:
"This matter is too absurd for you from beginning to end, just like... do you believe that the "god" you worship most is real?"
"Hiss~~hehe! God? That magic swordsman? Hehehe! If he really existed, our family would never..."
At the end, that disdainful look...
Seeing Nero's reaction, Angelo slowly stood up and first warned:
"Okay, we have met, and it's time for me to leave. Nero, remember, you must remember, never tell me and everything about me today. Don't tell anyone, including that girl and
That human named Credo! Remember that! I hope you can call me "brother" next time we meet!"
Seeing Nero's confused look but still nodding, Angelo patted Nero's shoulder with his right hand and finally said with encouraging words:
"In addition, you don't need to believe in the "god" they worship, but if you really think that he does not exist...then go find it yourself and try to find it all. Remember! Don't
Tell me all this, otherwise, in order to protect you, I will kill everyone who knows..."
I can't hear the rest of the words clearly, why?
If the brother in front of you suddenly turns into a winged demon, and even puts one of his hands on your shoulders, you will do the same.
He watched helplessly as the demonized Angelo slowly floated up into the sky, with the demon wings behind him, as well as the cyan "divine ring" extending from the shoulder armor to the back of the head, as well as the charm that was exuding all the time, and
The frightening mysterious atmosphere...
There is no doubt that this is a high-ranking being, compared to the demons I have killed before...
There is no comparison at all. One is gravel, the other is the twinkling stars in the sky, and I...
At this moment, when Nero came back to his senses, for the first time, he felt that his "dream" was extremely real. If it weren't for the burning pain on his right arm to remind him, he would really feel that he was dreaming.
………
I really don’t know what my stupid brother’s expression was when he saw all this, but it must be awesome...