The afterglow of the setting sun flowed into the dim room along the direction of the door opening. The simple and dark curtains blocked the incoming light. The only light source in the room was the flickering candlelight.
Lehman walked into the depressing room under the guidance of Catherine.
But there were not many waves in Leman's heart. He had experienced too many such situations, and I'm afraid it was the same at this moment. What greeted him was the familiar formation-----Judgment Formation.
The door suddenly closed tightly, Lehman's heart tightened and he turned around reflexively but did not see Katherine.
He turned his eyes again and looked at Pask's face covered with superficial scars behind the candlelight, but he didn't feel the sense of oppression that he should have at this moment. His eyes were more calm and gentle.
Isn’t this a trial array? Are you thinking too much?
Although he was a little surprised by Pask's strange state, Lehman had no intention of continuing to study. He wanted to achieve his purpose of coming here first.
"Uncle Pask! Please tell me what will happen next to Max."
Pask raised his eyebrows slightly and leaned forward slightly, smiled and sighed but did not answer Lehman's question.
"Compared to Max Lehman, are you not worried about your situation at all? Do you think hiding one's strength is allowed?
You don't even have permission to go into the night after 12 o'clock, so just going into the night without permission is a serious violation of the regulations.
I need you to explain it clearly, Lehman."
Lehman raised his eyes and looked at Pask, who was incompatible with the sharp words in front of him, and understood that the other party had probably reached a conclusion. The question and answer at this moment was more like a test than a process that must be passed.
Lehman breathed a sigh of relief, but he had no righteous intentions.
Because of the question at this moment, this body already had its own answer, staring closely at the condescending figure under the candlelight without any hesitation.
"To protect my family."
"This cannot be the reason for you to enter the dark night and hide your strength."
"Yes, but I also want to stay in the orphanage forever. Although I know this is impossible, I want to be by your side even for one more day. This is the reason why I hide my strength.
As for staying up late at night, I just followed my usual training habits and didn’t want to disturb everyone’s rest because of myself.”
As soon as Lehman finished speaking, a pair of hands behind him quietly pressed down on his shoulders, and an inexplicable pressure sounded in the back of his head along with the evil voice.
"I don't know my strength, my mind is clear, my mentality... I seem a little nervous now, but I'm still one of the best kids I've ever seen."
His fingers slowly crawled across Lehman's shoulders and gently stroked his slender neck. As the voice rang in his ears, a murderous intention quietly came.
"Just... tell me what you think about your secret efforts to suppress other children's training. I don't want to hear that it's to protect your family. It has nothing to do with your beliefs.
Crossing the line...is not allowed."
"Miss Thiessen, he..."
Lehman looked at Pask's words that were suddenly suppressed in shock, and understood that the situation at this moment was not part of the original plan.
In a short period of thinking, Lehman quickly understood the nature of the transgressive behavior mentioned by Thiessen.
What she cares about is not the act itself, but the consequences - the combat power the orphanage can produce.
This is probably the reason why she was not killed directly. She probably heard something from Pask, so she thought about the real possibility in principle.
Then the answer to this question is very simple.
Adjusting his rapidly accelerating heartbeat, he took a deep breath and forced his calm mind to overpower his trembling body. The corners of his eyes twitched and he turned his head slightly, speaking with weak malice.
"I am enough to replace them all."
In the peripheral vision, the pupils hidden in the darkness flickered slightly, and the determined killing intent flashed for a moment and then quickly dissipated. The hands slowly slipped from Lehman's shoulders, the pressure faded away like a tide, and the charming "friendly" whispers sounded in his ears again.<
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"Mais will appreciate the value you've shown."
Lehman turned around suddenly, only to see his back gradually receding in the sunset outside the door and his long crimson hair in the sunset.
Lehman frowned. What concerned him was not the opponent's strength. The second level was not something he should be wary of.
It was just the last words that made him feel a deep sense of powerlessness and deep malice.
Who is she? Can she send out the forces of the second-level Chosen Ones at will in a world controlled by the church? Is this another demolition?
"Where will Pask...Mais be sent? Who are they?"
Pask looked at Lehman's firm back, and his mind kept flashing back to his eyes and the words he said under that pressure. His eyes trembled slightly, and he squeezed his still trembling hands.
"He will be picked up. I'm sorry I don't know where he will be taken... As for who they are, I only know that they are not ours, but they are also our only guardians... This orphanage
The foundation that can stand here... depends on others, we have no choice."
Lehman turned around and chuckled.
"Guardian?! Is that so? We trust her...Uncle Pask."
Pask looked at Lehman's young and calm face but felt extremely ironic... Trust?
In fact, he understood the significance of the orphanage to the guardian very early, but he had no choice, or the possibility was too slim, and he had no choice... he did not dare to choose...
Because the price of this bet is all his family members, he is always numb and hints at escaping, and acquiesces to the so-called guardian.
Only when the pressure just now hit him, and until the murderous intention surged towards Lehman, did he realize again that maybe the only end for them was death from a long time ago, just like Ross... just like Ridley once
Like the Orphanage bathed in flames...
But even so...this truth should not be made public again. This despair should be eaten by the adults, and then the next generation of children who grow up...at least let them have the only thing in their incomplete lives.
The pure land.
The corners of Pask's eyes twitched slightly but he smiled lightly. He changed his suppressed words and put on the most "real" mask.
"Actually, this is the first time I've seen her like that, but considering her personality, this must be part of the test, so don't pay too much attention to Lehman."
Lehman's eyes sunk slightly and he stared at Pask, just like he was looking at his selfish self, the self who was sitting in the corner of the classroom watching Iser being attacked...
The image lingered in his mind. It was a dying figure nailed on a wooden stake, a figure similar to himself...
The corners of his eyes twitched, and a gust of wind slammed the door shut. Lehman dragged the chair with one hand and nailed it to the table. He stepped on the chair and looked down at Pask, who was constantly shaking.
"This is the real me, Pask. Don't treat me like a child! I don't need meaningless sympathy and care! What I need is the truth that breaks reality! And possibilities! Pask! We must still have a choice.
!!!Uncle Pask!"
Pask leaned on his seat and stared blankly at the absurdity and confusion of the moment, unable to say anything, until Lehman took a deep breath and sat back in the chair, realizing his gaffe and the uncertainty of his behavior at the moment.
Sex.
"Is it true what you just said about the way she looked when you first saw her?"
"Well...yes."
Lehman took another deep breath and laid his head on the table.
"Uncle Pask, I believe there are miracles in everything, and please help me keep the real me, please."
Pask watched Lehman slowly come back to his senses, his eyes a little blurry...but he also thought of Brad, the [Magician] Brad.
The alien optimist in the gray world, Brad, who talks about miracles and opportunities.