At Musbeld Railway Station in Linwell City, Ronning Lavelle changed out of the black tribune uniform he wore every day and replaced it with a set of classical gentleman-style clothes: ironed properly and comfortably.
A morning dress, a simple, clean and stylish loose coat, paired with a pair of black trousers and hard leather boots. The overall tone is cold, which perfectly matches his serious and meticulous expression.
Wearing a wide-brimmed hat, holding a dark and heavy walnut cane in his left hand, and carrying a small brown suitcase in his right hand, he stood upright, as if he had erected a flagpole, even the wind and haze were
Don't blow it down. When anyone sees this middle-aged man who is about to travel, the first impression that comes to mind is inseparable from words such as "old-fashioned", "solemn" or "majestic"
Relationship.
In comparison, Lestrade standing next to him looked much more inconspicuous. He was still covering himself tightly with a long black windbreaker as usual, with the raised collar almost covering his body.
Half of his face is covered, he is taciturn in front of strangers, and he has a gloomy and heavy temperament that makes people afraid to approach him.
Should this be said to be an innate personality, or a habit developed in career?
Ronning Lavelle has been thinking about similar issues since he received training at the association's headquarters base ten years ago and met the man in front of him. At that time, he was not called Lestrade, but had another name. The two became good friends during the training, and were later assigned to work in Linville City together, allowing them to continue their friendship. Langning was very happy to have such a friend who understood him and was willing to support him, because where they were
In a great career, like-minded partners are always the rarest.
Unfortunately, starting today, they will have to temporarily separate.
The wind blows through the dome of the station, bringing waves of low calls. The cold moon in Linville City is a suitable season for farewell.
"Although parting is not a happy time, I think I should say some words of congratulations at this time to match your mood."
As Lestrade said, he glanced at the direction of the train track. The black wall clock on the wall of the waiting room showed that there were still ten minutes until the scheduled arrival time. Therefore, he could still talk a little more about what was on his mind.
What I want to say: "Congratulations on getting one step closer to your ideal, Lang Ning."
He said with emotion: "You were not the best among the people who were trained in the same group, but now you are at the forefront. But I think this is a matter of course, because you have a feeling that we don't have."
The character you don’t have is a persevering will.”
As the recipient of the congratulations, Lang Ning was not too happy or proud. He just shook his head slightly and said, "It's better to say that it's just the first step than a step closer."
"You are always so humble." Behind the stand-up collar of his windbreaker, Lestrade seemed to smile. The laughter was as low and steady as his character: "I think the respect for you under the crown of Fei Er is enough.
Explain your talents."
"My Majesty also invited you, Lestrade, but you chose to refuse."
"That's because I know that my talents are limited and not enough to have a place on the Feiyemente. I can only play my role in a city like this. If I leave the city, I will easily lose my way. That's why
Yan, obviously far inferior to you."
"People with limited talents cannot use this name." Lang Ning looked at his friend quietly, seeing through the disguise under his dark eyes: "When you called yourself 'Lestrade', you actually meant
It's against the rules, but the people in the Supreme Council chose to turn a blind eye. That's because they believe in your talent and think that you will one day sit in this position. It's just a matter of time." p>
"Perhaps there is another possibility?" Lestrade deliberately avoided his gaze: "Because I took advantage of a loophole in the rules? Willn't no one do similar things after me?"
"..."
From his attitude, Lang Ning understood that he probably couldn't persuade his friend to change his mind. He sighed silently in his heart, but there was no change on the surface. He naturally changed the topic and chatted with him about other things.
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A few minutes later, the train arrived at the station. Accompanied by a long and shrill whimper, billowing black smoke floated into the train station like volcanic ash. In the smoke, the shadow of a huge beast galloped over, and the wheels rubbed against the rails.
, making a sharp and piercing sound, and golden-red sparks splashed, lighting up people's eyes.
"It seems it's time for you to go."
In front of him were the dark green carriages that were constantly flying by, with almost no signs of slowing down. Lestrade withdrew his gaze and said: "The Crimson Night Gate is currently docked in the territory of Motosh. If you hurry up, you may still be able to return the car."
I can make it in time. I have specially reserved a place for you under Fei Ermian. I want to share the glory of defeating the Celestial Eaters with you. You must not let down my kindness."
"This is also my wish."
Lang Ning replied softly.
At this time, the train that kept sobbing and rolling out thick smoke finally slowed down and stopped slowly in the train station. The crowds of people suddenly rushed to the carriage like a school of fish rushing to the open mouth of a whale. Amidst the hustle and bustle, only one person
Ronning still maintained a calm demeanor, stretched out his hand and gently pressed the brim of his hat, and said goodbye to his friend: "Goodbye, Lestrade."
His friend also replied: "Goodbye, Ronning."
The serious and stereotyped middle-aged man leaned on a walnut cane and carried his brown suitcase, slowly walking towards the surging crowd. When he was about to enter the carriage, he suddenly stopped, turned around and asked: "Actually, I have always been very...
I want to ask you, why did you choose this name in the first place? Is it just because you like that novel very much?"
Lestrade was startled for a moment, and then a faint smile appeared on his face. The meaning was like a self-narration, but also like a sentiment: "Because he is a person without talent, far inferior to the talented detective.
.But at least, we are working hard to protect our city."
"That's it."
After getting the answer, Lang Ning nodded slightly, no longer lingering, turned and left, and disappeared into the ordinary world in the blink of an eye.
Lestrade was still standing there, quietly watching the people around him pour into the carriage one after another, gradually filling it up. Are they also going to distant places? Is it to survive, or to pursue ideals? In the future
One day, will he suddenly realize that his life started to change from a train... Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, but for some reason they couldn't make him feel. There was always a kind of alienation that was isolated from emotion.
.
Perhaps it's because he was not born to be a person who likes to travel far, and just wants to stay in the city he protects until he becomes part of its ancient history.
The sobbing sounded again, reminding me that the train was about to leave. Lestrade, who was occasionally in a trance, returned to reality. He had no intention of staying any longer, turned around and went against the direction of the crowd, and silently left the station.
When will we meet next time?
……
At the same moment, in the distant city of Rustin, at No. 13 Scherer Street, on the second floor of the Goblin Sleep Inn.
After the little pink-haired girl asked an unnamed bartender about Xie Mi's room, she kept lingering outside her door, hesitating.
Although Lin Ge had told her before that neither of them was wrong and that they would be able to understand each other as long as they explained clearly. But she was still a little scared in her heart: What if Xie Mi is still angry? What if she refuses to listen to her explanation?
What if she... doesn't want to see herself at all?
In short, it is all kinds of psychological activities.
But escaping would not solve any problem, so Metien hesitated and hesitated. After wandering in the corridor for a few minutes, he finally made up his mind, mustered up the courage, and knocked on Semi's door.
Dongdong——
There was silence.
The pink-haired little girl heard a slight sound of footsteps in her uneasiness, and then the door clicked and opened from the inside. Behind the door was Xie Mi's face. She was obviously stunned when she saw Meridian.
For a moment, there was no response.
OK, at this time you should take the initiative to speak and seek communication.
Medien remembered her brother's advice and opened her lips slightly, about to speak. At this time, a trace of hesitation flashed in the eyes of Xie Mi behind the door, but it was fleeting and soon turned into a determined expression. She lowered her head and said with