It's another season of separation. Couples are hugging each other and crying on the platform. The boy's face is printed with the girl's lipprint, like flowers blooming in spring. Some well-dressed old men wearing golden school badges are greeting the girl.
The teenagers said goodbye, some of them already had a little bit of gray hair.
"More than thirty years ago, I was one of them. But you probably don't know that I graduated from St. North's College." The man smoking a big cigar blew out a smoke ring and looked at the young and lively people who jumped on the train.
Boys and girls.
"Look, that boy and his girl are already crying. But that boy is just perfunctory. They will probably never see each other again in their lifetime."
The man sighed: "The platform is really a beautiful place, where you can see separation and reunion. People here say the most sincere blessings in the world. In comparison, the vows of each other in the marriage hall are more like a
joke."
The man's figure is very upright, which is obviously the result of long-term rigorous training. His brown and white hair, his steel-like face, and his well-forged lines, no one else except the Imperial soldiers can have this kind of aura.
.
But he looked a little lazy, and he was holding a bright red rose on his chest. It was a variety called "Bloody Queen", and one rose cost about a gold dragon.
Some girls in brown school uniforms would look at this man with surprise when they passed by. He was different from the young aristocratic young master. He was mature, luxurious, and valiant, like a graceful playboy.
Just now, no less than three girls had already approached him. Such old men are very common here. Most of them want to keep some poor but cute or charming female students.
But most of them are greasy and fat uncles. There are very few handsome and upright men like this man.
"Well, hello, sir... My name is Anivia, Anivia Bucca, I am a student at St. Norther's Theological Seminary... If you don't mind, can I invite you to lunch?"
Amidst the staring eyes of countless boys, a girl with good figure and good looks walked up to the man with some trepidation and handed over a tissue with her name written on it.
"Anivia... a very beautiful name," the man smiled, "It is every man's honor to have dinner with a girl as beautiful as her..."
"Eh? Then please..." The girl was stunned for a moment, and then she became excited.
"But I have something else to do today. If you don't mind, we can be together in the future." The man watched with interest as the flushed girl lowered her head.
"Okay... okay, what's your name?" The girl tugged at the hem of her lace dress, probably because she had no chance, she secretly thought.
"Abraham Alger Frederick." The man smiled and gently inserted the precious red rose on his chest into the girl's clothes.
"You are truly the most polite gentleman I have ever seen!" The girl nodded quickly and retreated back to the group of laughing students with a shy look on her face.
"Is the General of the Templar Armored Corps so free?" A faint voice came, and in front of the man, the slovenly man sitting on the steps of the platform raised his head.
What is frightening is that there is a huge coffin next to the man. This is a custom still left in remote mountain villages. It seems to be called... a gravekeeper?
"Why don't you come to visit Lord Black Tomb, the top assassin of the Abyss Era." Abraham shrugged, took out a cigar and handed it over.
"Is this what the general smokes? A cigar from Chateau Lafite is a high-end product that can be auctioned for hundreds of gold." The tombkeeper did not refuse, took out a match from his pocket, and slowly
Smoking that cigar.
"You shouldn't have appeared. The Holy Cult has noticed it." Abraham sighed.
"General, just call me the gravekeeper," the gravekeeper said nonchalantly, "I can't bear this honorific from you."
"I heard my teacher say that Lord Black Tomb, you used to be extremely proud, but you will become like this one day." Abraham still used honorifics. This arrogant general looked like a proud man in front of the tomb guard.
A little kitten.
"Is that so? I can't remember clearly."
"Lord Black Tomb! The Holy Cult has begun to notice your existence. You are kind to the teacher. This is the last kindness I will repay." Abraham growled, and his expression began to become ferocious.
"Based on the current Seventh Knights? Do you think I need to wear knight armor?" The tombkeeper laughed and said coldly.
"How did they describe me back then?"
"Gudong" Abraham swallowed, and he spoke in awe: "The battlefield divider."
"Black Storm" "Battlefield Ripper" "Battlefield Divider" "Black Death" "Shadowless Ghost" "Shadow of the Rose"
These names left on countless battlefields are nicknames given by those who feared the black tomb. On the previous battlefields, people once saw with their own eyes a black line appearing among millions of enemy troops, as dark as a ghost.
The mecha sprayed terrifying steam and tore through the entire battlefield.
The black line directly penetrated the enemy's proud military formation. When they came to their senses, they discovered that there was only one person!
"I'm old, and now I can probably only fight half of the Templar Armored Army alone." The tombkeeper smiled.
Abraham twitched his lips. What made Sentinoa most proud was the Templar Armored Army, which numbered nearly a million people. They conquered the entire continent and allowed Sentinoa to sit on the most noble throne.
But the man in front of him actually said he could fight half of the Templar Armored Army alone! How arrogant this was, but Abraham didn't say anything, he just twitched his face.
"General, are you not afraid of being known by the Holy Religion when you take such a risk to see me?"
"If anyone from the Heretic Tribunal dares to follow me, that will be an excuse to conduct a search." Abraham sneered.
"You and the young master are close friends, right?" the tombkeeper said suddenly.
"He was an old enemy. It's a pity that he died. Otherwise, I would have shown him how glorious the Templar Armored Army is today!" Abraham clenched his fists.
"Train number DF0002034, 12:30 noon, the train to Black Harbor is about to arrive at the station. All waiting passengers, please prepare to get on platform A14 and prepare to board the train."
A sweet female voice came from the loudspeaker on the side, and the steam train came from a distant place like a giant steel dragon. The whistle and pull rod sounded like thunder, and waving hands stretched out from the windows.
"To be honest, I quite like the environment on the platform. It's really full of hope and waiting!"
The gravekeeper waved his hand, took out the crumpled ticket, and walked towards the A14 platform.