The afterglow is on the horizon, and the desolate fields are miserable. They are the traces of time.
Time is always a bystander, and all processes and results need to be borne by the parties themselves.
"Hannah is dead..."
Arthur did not talk about what happened next. And Victor knew that the Conor Gang was about to completely split...
That lady became the last weight that broke the string.
"I don't care what Augusta and the others did next, and I don't want to care... He killed Joshua, whom I regarded as my brother, and also killed my beloved..."
Stretching out his finger and pointing to the lights in Walding Town, Arthur said loudly: "Sixty years ago, we, the self-proclaimed glorious electors, came to this land and declared war on the dangerous nature and the indigenous people... Now,
I really want to ask these ancestors who are not afraid of hardships, is it worth it..."
Are they voters or deserters?
Victor prefers the latter.
Most of the companions who followed Arthur and left the Conor Gang were those who were desperate in the early days of the gang's establishment, but whose conscience was still intact.
Arthur took them back to Black Gold Town. After so many years, they have changed their appearance and have long been forgotten.
Arthur pooled his only funds and started a business as a trafficker. Although he couldn't get rich suddenly, he was still stable and comfortable.
"Are Augusta's recent series of actions taking revenge on Thomas?" Victor asked.
"Revenge?" Arthur smiled disdainfully, "In his heart, achieving his ambition is the top priority."
"Have you ever been to Black Gold Town? Do you know the tombs on the back hill? Hannah and Joshua are both buried there. As long as I am in town, I will go there and clean the tombs every day."
Wait a minute...
Victor felt very strange when he heard this: "Forget it about Joshua, why is that Ms. Hannah buried in Black Gold Town?"
"Because I was the one who collected her body!" Arthur's eyes were slightly bloodshot. "The one who killed a thousand people in Augusta, when he returned to the camp and saw Hannah's body, he would only get angry and yell.
Yelling, leading men and horses everywhere to seek revenge on the murderer, but he even forgot to collect the body of his wife, hum... I really want to smash his face..."
He has not been so angry for a long time. Arthur told a long story in one breath and now looks a little tired.
Arthur will definitely not know what happens to the Conor Gang next, after all, he left.
So, had Augusta received the secret message at that time? Why did he betray Crow later? Then he attacked the ironworks and killed everyone with rituals?
What does the coyote statue in Victor's house do to him?
While thinking over and over, Arthur patted Victor on the shoulder and chuckled at him: "It's getting late. If you're not going to sell me out, then let's just pretend that nothing happened and go to town to eat something."
How's the stuff?"
……
As for Arthur's memoirs, Victor thinks it is credible. After all, he can't make up such a long story in a short while.
Besides, Kino's confession is there, which at least shows that Arthur and Augusta are not the same people now.
The manor is less than two kilometers away from Walding. As the host, Victor, of course, has to spend his own money to treat these escorts who have come from afar to have a drink.
The empty carriage was pulled by a horse. Except for Father Sang, who was sitting on it, everyone else was walking.
Only then did Victor notice that there was something special about the horses in the caravan.
It is all white and its limbs are strong and powerful. It pulls the cart by itself and does not even take a breath when it steps.
When they arrived at the door of the tavern, Arthur slapped the horse's butt hard, and the animal let out an impatient "panting" sound, which was very different from ordinary horses.
"This horse is really good..." Victor sighed as he looked at the white horse's energetic appearance.
"Hey...you have a good sense. I bought this beast from the black merchant of Wandering Traveler. Look at its forehead."
As Arthur said, he raised his hand and stroked the horse's head.
On the forehead, there is a strong hard bump, like a tumor, but very hard, like a broken horn.
"The Wandering Traveler said that the 'White Butt' is a unicorn that only appears in the legend of Enannia, and he asked me for a large sum of money before he would sell it."
"White ass?" Victor was stunned when he heard the name.
"How about I give it a name? Is this beast's butt white enough? Don't have any bad intentions, I know that sometimes it is more charming than those whores." Arthur laughed, making Victor's face look ugly.
.
Arthur went on to boast: "Later, I found out that this guy could run a thousand miles a day without drinking a drop of water. He was also extremely strong, several times stronger than the desert horses on the red earth. Only then did I realize that the money was spent.
It’s worth it.”
After saying that, Arthur put the "white butt" on the stake and shouted to his companions to enter the tavern.
When a host treats a guest, these rough guys are not polite at all. When looking for a waiter, they always order the most expensive dish, beef, ham, roasted turkey, and large glasses of beer on the table.
When the surrounding drinkers saw Victor bringing a group of people in and making a lot of noise, many chose to avoid it, leaving many tables in the middle empty to separate themselves from them.
Arthur's companions suggested having some fun and getting closer to the local residents, so their boss stood up, took off his shirt, moved the decorative guitar from the wall, and sang loudly in the pub while drunk.
Sing high.
The cheerful melody stirred up the dining tables, and the drinkers who originally kept a distance from them were infected by the enthusiasm and gathered around one after another.
Men and women linked arms and danced in the center, with applause and joy coming one after another.
People in the town are more or less afraid of Victor on weekdays, but under the instigation of Arthur and his gang, they gradually forget about this evil star who once bullied the market.
Not only that, but taking advantage of the joyful atmosphere in the entire tavern, someone among Arthur's companions took the lead in shouting.
"Thank you generous Mr. Victor for your hospitality!"
His words stirred up waves, causing everyone in the tavern to respond one after another.
"Thank you Mr. Victor for your generous hospitality!"
There were roars one after another, and an unintentional word from Arthur's companion made Victor become the biggest organizer of this party... He was not only entertaining Arthur and the others now, but he was also the culprit of everyone's consumption tonight.
But what does it matter?
He is no longer the penniless young boy. Now he has used his ingenuity to take back everything the family deserves from Thomas. He is rich. The expense of a small town party is no longer a big deal to Victor.
What happened?
In this turbid and absurd world, in just a few short years, how many times have we been able to drink so carefree and happily?
In the middle of the dance floor, people regardless of gender are partying.
Arthur got tired of singing and dancing. After putting down his guitar, he got a pair of poker cards from the counter and prepared to play a few games.
He looked at Victor: "Boy Victor! Do you want to come and play some big games with the number one gambling god in the East?"
Victor's face was kissed by a drunk young girl with a big red lip mark. He wiped it off with some disgust, then looked at Arthur, his eyes became weird.
"Are you sure?"
"Of course!"
"Then you, the God of Gamblers, will lose so much that you won't even have your pants left."