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Chapter 177 Teller’s Past

 As soon as Wendy finished speaking, an elemental communication circled from Ona's fingertips. The communication penetrated into Wendy's mind but she could not see it clearly.

Wendy frowned and was about to ask, but Ona's words of comfort rang in her ears in advance.

"Through the fog of mystery, I think you can easily understand."

After the words were spoken, Wendy could clearly understand the vague elemental communication.

At the same time, I also understood the confidentiality mechanism of this code. It was issued in a vague form, and only the person under the order could understand it.

And if a third party wants to teach others, it is impossible without hints in the [lover] sequence like Ona just now.

The safe distance that Mr. Qi and the others talk about is actually just a suffix that can be set at will, a way to control people's hearts.

After the code was obtained, Wendy saw no reason to stay here anymore, so she got up and left the union's unabashed mobilization elements, speeding towards the Ottoman mansion in the deep purple light.

The union president also slowly leaned down, lying on the table and looking at Miwu outside the window. The charm in his eyes faded, revealing his fatigue again.

.....................

In the fog of the dark alley, Lehman kept moving forward without stopping at all. It was like a lucid dream. The surrounding fog gradually thickened and blocked the vision of the fog, or the buildings in the fog disappeared.

.

But so what, none of this is important. The only important thing is the end of the journey at this moment, and the only important thing is the former friend Teller.

The sound of turning pages came from the front of the road, like a gust of wind penetrating Lehman's body from far to near. Everything turned into white mist. Teller's life unfolded around him but he could only hear the sound, and it was as if he was physically present.

Other senses of its environment.

A loud cry sounded in his ears as if it was very close, followed by the creaking of the door opening and some panicked and joyful footsteps.

"Liz, thank you for your hard work."

Engel's voice did not have the heaviness in his memory, but seemed cheerful and gentle, as tender as water.

"Mom, is this my brother? He is so small. What is his name?"

The childish voice flowed from the bedside. At this moment, Wendy was not so cold and lively.

"His name is Osman Teller."

As the weak female voice spoke, a finger stretched out and hooked Taylor's palm, causing the crying Taylor to gradually quiet down.

"Father, can I teach him swordsmanship in the future!?"

The young man's voice was sonorous and powerful, full of urgent expectations.

"Humph, then you have to work hard. Let's start practicing more tomorrow. When I'm not around, you can practice with Uncle Eric."

"Ah... let's forget it..."

"Armen, we must do what we say, it's settled."

Having said that, before Arman could react, the girl's laughter came first and took away his right to resist, taking the story of the night away.

Time passed, and voices kept coming to my ears, but the white mystery fog never dissipated and nothing could be seen. It wasn't until a week later at the banquet celebrating the birth of Teller that a pair of hands gently brushed against Teller.

For the first time, he saw the whole world clearly, but he didn’t know who those hands were?

A few months later, Teller learned to speak, and would talk in his sleep from time to time after falling asleep. This habit continued throughout his life, and Lehman also understood why the previous voice was always at night...

The screen turned. In the childhood scenes, Teller always went out to play with his older brothers and sisters, or ate watermelon and watched his brothers and sisters practice sword fighting. The two sometimes quarreled, but little Teller stood by them without exception.

Wendy's side.

Although there were a few times when they did share the eldest brother's watermelon, cake, ice cream, etc. without authorization... But after all, they were accomplices, and Arman probably just sighed and touched the heads of his younger siblings.

Hold his waist and shout

"Big brother is the best!"

Everything is over.

Days like this passed day by day. As Teller turned six years old, Arman fulfilled what he had said. Looking at Teller with a confident face holding a wooden sword for the first time, Arman's face was different.

With sharp eyes showing no emotion or anger, Terrell also imitated his brother's previous posture, holding the wooden sword with both hands and rushing forward.

But the result was obvious. With just one blow, the sword in Terrell's hand was knocked away, and the wooden sword was placed on his neck.

"It's not a good habit to be self-righteous, Terrell."

The cold words shattered little Lyle's last self-esteem, and tears filled his eyes, pushing away his elder brother's sword and running behind his second sister.

"Okay, stop crying. I'll help you teach your elder brother a lesson! It's up to your sister."

Then Wendy and Terrell ate Alman's dessert together in disgrace.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter passed like this for another three years, until Arman was identified as the Chosen One and went to the academy. Wendy and Terrell blocked the eldest brother's path with swords and crying, saying that they could only defeat him two times.

Only the eldest brother is allowed to leave.

Then I sent my eldest brother away in tears.

And another year later, the memory came to that night. After Wendy and Terrell's adventure was caught, Terrell went back to his room to sleep, but when he woke up again, he lost his mother, and Wendy also

Identified as the chosen one, he was sent to the academy and has never returned home.

From then on, Engel didn't know what he was busy with, and the fatigue and melancholy on his face became more and more serious. Most of the time, only Teller and Eric were practicing swordsmanship in the mansion. Teller tried asking Eric

, but never inquired about what happened that day or what happened after that. I just vaguely realized that my mother’s death came from the God’s Chosen One.

His grief and anger turned into motivation, and he practiced harder and harder.

During that time, he would always choose a time to visit his mother in the Ethereal Flower Sea, where he also met Ellie, and this girl became the only tenderness left in Teller's lonely time, but later...
Ellie was attacked...like her mother, it was done by the Chosen One, and their whole family was not spared.

Not long after, Engel also decided to move from Beisei to Lenk City. At that time, Teller celebrated his sixteenth year. At the age of sixteen, he only wanted revenge. He made a wish to God in front of a candle but failed.

Looking back, he concluded that he was neither an elementalist nor a chosen one, but just an ordinary person. Enge comforted the child, but there was a hint of happiness in his words.

But that was just Engel's wishful thinking. He had not known his child for a long time. Teller never thought of giving up and inquired about another unofficial area in Lenk City where the Chosen One could be contacted——

Dark alley.

One night, he obeyed the impulse in his heart and set out at midnight. He walked through the old city and entered the dark alley with expectation, but he was also attacked. The person who saved him at that time was Baiwu now.

But when Teller woke up again and lay in his room, his mood was no longer the same as before. He just stared blankly at the extra diary in his hand but forgot its origin... As he held the notebook, he gradually remembered

He remembered the dialogue in his dream, but it also became the foreshadowing of his death.

The death of Xiao Hei took away Verdis's heart, and Verdis's decision reached an agreement with Teller. One person fell into the mysterious fog, and the other slept peacefully forever.

This is the end of the story.

The sound of turning pages stopped, and Lehman stood there blankly. The street lights around him lit up, illuminating the neat neighborhood as if it were a newborn.

It also illuminates Teller's figure in the street.

"Do you hate me? Teller."


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