Night.

Oliver Quinn stumbled down the alley. His sleeves were tattered, his hands below the elbows seemed to have been blown off by gunpowder, and the skin and flesh of the wound were rolled and charred, revealing a piece of white bone, which was quite terrifying. He groaned, couldn't keep his balance when he walked, and his breathing was a mess.

His hands were scrapped by Marshal Scott's [Absolute Sound].

Sonic boom shooter, Scott Thornmas, whose arrows can surpass the speed of sound and cause explosions, is proud of his combat skills that contain the law of "explosions". After being hit by [Absolute Noise], any object will be subjected to an extremely strong impact, and this impact will vibrate internally, and it will be vibrated hundreds of times in a second, causing an explosive effect.

The pain had been imprinted on the broken arm, reminding Oliver all the time, causing the bruises on his forehead to erupt. The cold wind blew the exposed bone marrow, so cold, so cold, half of my body was going to freeze...... Is this because of excessive blood loss...... Are you going to die? No, it's not dead yet, and this willpower-backed body won't die until it stops......

He gritted his teeth and walked until he came to a door. The style of the room is ordinary, but there is a faint smell of fruit and firewood wafting from the door. A faint orange glow seeped through the crack in the door, as if someone had shut up the winter sun inside.

Oliver's eyes went dark and he fainted outside the door. Despite this, his mouth did not let go, and the finger with the wrench still did not hit the ground.

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"What's the farthest distance in the world?"

"Is it the northern tip of the continent to the southern tip?"

"No, it's not far enough for the Orquilla to finish."

"Uh...... Is the distance from the continent of the 'Gospel' to the continent of 'Gothic'? ”

"No, elves and orcs can finish."

"Yes...... The distance between life and death? Yes, this is it! ”

That's a good answer, and it involves philosophy. I haven't taught you about necromantic creatures yet, and the aliens who are somewhere between life and death don't care about the distance. Oliver, the real distance is the distance between two people's hearts, which cannot be reached by running or riding. ”

"Like Orion and Scorpio?"

"yes, even if the sea dries up, and the stones rot, and the heavens fall, and the earth's crust is broken, we will never see each other."

In a daze, Oliver Quinn dreamed of a scene from his youth. At that time, the teacher's eyes were still bright. He listened to the conversation between the teacher and the student, greedily wanting to listen for a while, but was awakened by a sharp pain. In the dim light, he saw the smiling face with faint nasolabial folds, it was Protin.

The corners of Protin's mouth are raised, but the eyebrows are facing downward. She said gently: "I'm changing the medicine for you, just bear with it." ”

"Yes...... No mirrors......" As soon as he opened his mouth, Oliver felt his throat dry and his voice ran out of moisture. He opened and closed his mouth a few times: "I want to see the wound." ”

"Why don't you drink water first?"

Protin put down the bandage and wanted to get the water cup, but was stopped by a hiss: "Give me the mirror!" Oliver shouted, probably tearing his vocal cords. The mirror was handed to him, slowly deflected so that he could take a closer look at the wound. Presumably, a surgeon has done the treatment, cutting off the extra bones and sewing the muscles and skin together. Yellow-red juice oozed from the stitches, making it appear that the severed arm was a ripe fruit.

The more he looked at it, the paler Oliver's face became, and he seemed to be about to faint again at any moment. He finally turned his face away and asked, "This hand can't pull the bow anymore." ”

It was obviously an extremely superfluous sentence, but Protin still replied seriously: "Yes, let alone archery, even life can't take care of itself." ”

"In that case, what else will you do to save me."

"Because you fell before my door. If you really want to die, why do you insist on coming to me? ”

Oliver didn't speak.

Protin held his right arm, applied a thick layer of ointment, and wrapped it in a thin bandage. When I looked at the medicine, Oliver's chin and neck were bloody, and he actually bit his lip. So Protin had no choice but to wipe it with a towel again, and said as he wiped: "You have been in a coma for three days and three nights, and Mr. Lancelot has sent someone to visit you. ”

"Does the whole city know about this?" Oliver finally spoke.

"Yes. After all, you were walking alone on the street covered in blood, which was very conspicuous. However, everyone thinks you've been taken back by Mr. Lancelot to recuperate, so you can live here with confidence. ”

"Live...... You're going to take care of me? Oliver looked at Protin, and his eyes were sad and sad: "I'm just a waste, a wasted person with no financial resources and no means of livelihood. From then on, your life will be even worse. ”

"It's to thank you for your heart. I've never used firewood in my life. Prottin wiped the sweat from Oliver's forehead with a towel and smiled. She is not pretty, she is old again, but she smiles beautifully, like a long-lost mother in memory.

Oliver closed his eyes: "By the way, where's my wrench?" ”

"I'll wash it up and put it away for you. When the time comes, find a chain to string up and let you wear it around your neck. ”

"Yes...... Did the teacher come forward to take a stand? ”

"Nope."

"That's good...... That's good. Oliver wept. No matter how painful it was, he didn't shed a single tear.

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Rewind the clock to two days ago.

Astant, capital, royal palace.

"Crazy, just crazy!"

This is the second time this year that the Minister of Intelligence has seen His Majesty furious, and the first time is that the news of the transit of the Imperial Ambassadors at Dusk has been concealed. Since the three substitute ghosts were sent to hell by the gallows, the people of the intelligence department have worked a lot, but they didn't expect it to make His Majesty angry.

"What is this, huh?" Yaren's assassination attempt on Scott was unsuccessful, and Scott's hands were abolished, what is this?! Is Oliver crazy? Is Scott crazy again? "The king smashed papers everywhere and the papers flew up.

The Minister of Intelligence pulled away a piece of paper pasted on his face and said stiffly: "Your Majesty, we can say that this is a rumor to stabilize the people's hearts. ”

"Rumors?! So many people have seen it, and there are rumors?! You too, how the hell did you do the work, and you didn't go until 30 minutes after the incident to evacuate the crowd of onlookers! If you go to deliver the baby, I'm afraid the children will have grown up and married by the time you arrive! The king pounced like a tiger, grabbed his subordinates by the collars, and shouted without the manners of a king: "Also, is there grass in your brain?" What matters now is not what the people think, but what Mr. Lancelot thinks! Enough, now get out of here and clear up this 'rumor'! Crazy, all crazy! ”

I think you're a little bit more like a madman. The chief said secretly in his heart, and hurriedly retired.

The king walked up and down the house a few times, sighed, pushed the door open, and said to the royal general: "Prepare a carriage for me to go to Mr. Lancelot's house." ”

The weather is particularly bad today. The sky was overcast like a dead cloud, and there was no sunlight in sight. A bitter cold wind poured into the car through the cracks in the curtains. In the car, the king said "crazy" over and over again, and I don't know who he said was "crazy".

When the carriage came to the gate of the palace, a noise came from the front, stopping the body, and the butler got into the car and said, "Your Majesty, the door is blocked." Many people have asked Your Majesty to give an account of this incident, and among them are several musicians who have been very well friends with Mr. Lancelot, and they are all very influential, so they cannot be forcibly expelled. ”

The king shook his head in pain and pushed the door open, and the irritation and depression on his face when he got out of the car were gone. As soon as he appeared, the people slowly stopped making noise.

"Citizens of Astant, I can understand your feelings. The investigation into Oliver Quinn's assault on Field Marshal Scott is ongoing, and I'll reveal the truth when the truth comes out. I will not favor anyone, nor will I deliberately frame anyone, I want to be fair, open and just like everyone else. Now, we must not be instigated by people with good intentions and cause a bad impact. I'm going to Mr. Lancelot's house to talk to him about it, and ask you to get out of the way. ”

Under his majesty, the populace made way for the carriages. After sitting down, the king's calm and calm face was immediately covered with gloom.

Some things are so far away that they can't even see each other. Just like Orion and Scorpio, the best month to observe one is January and the other is July, and when one shines in the stars, the other must fall silent in the darkness. Maybe when the end of the world comes, they will meet.

Lancelot and Scott Thornmas, the elegant Lancelot, are a couple that should never be expected to communicate. At the beginning, both of them were excellent shooters at the quasi-hero level, one was gentle and the other was radical and brave, and they did not give in to each other. When Lancelot is appointed heir to the throne of the guardian hero, Scott secretly poisons him. Even so, Lancelot focused on the big picture, and for fifty years he was not in the limelight, handing over the stage to Scott. This intention was good, but it could not be conveyed to Scott's heart. For years, Scott still had a grudge over Lancelot's role as a guardian hero.

Other kings would celebrate "having two heroes", but King Astant was only troubled and sometimes couldn't sleep at night. Many times he wondered if there was one less hero, Astante would be more prosperous, right?

While thinking about it, the carriage stopped. Only then did the king discover that there was no music coming from Lancelot's mansion today. His heart clenched inexplicably, and he didn't wait for the servants to pass it on, so he walked through the door quickly. Walking through the garden to the private room, he adjusted his breathing, squeezed out a smile, and said, "It's strange that Mr. doesn't play today." ”

Lancelot also smiled in the bamboo curtain: "Today, the strings suddenly broke, and I had no intention of playing and singing." Please come in and sit down, Your Majesty. ”

The king was at ease, it seemed that the mentality of the guardian hero was still very good, and the situation could still be controlled. He took off his boots at the front of the steps, walked in and sat down cross-legged, and saw a figure behind the curtain holding a long rope, and squeezing it again and again, as if measuring the length of the long rope, and asked, "Sir is continuing the strings?" ”

"Yes. Why did Your Majesty come? ”

Let's get to the point. The king leaned forward: "It is said that Oliver gave you back the longbow?" ”

"Yes."

"That's fine, Oliver never has anything to do with you again." The king breathed a sigh of relief. "Sir, we will not hold Oliver accountable, and we will allocate funds to him for his daily expenses."

"Then there is no need, since you have made a mistake, you should be punished, and don't bend the law for personal gain because of me." Lancelot indifferently continued to pull the long rope. "He can take care of himself, and he doesn't have to spend money on the state."

"I can't say that, after all, his intentions are good, and he is also to avenge you." Seeing that the other party did not answer, the king changed the subject, so as not to make the atmosphere too embarrassing: "This string is very long...... Wait, this string, is it a 'light silk string'?! What are you doing with it?! No, don't be impulsive, sir! ”

Regardless of the panicked majesty, Lancelot still calmly brushed the long rope, and every movement was so elegant: "Oliver only returned the longbow, not the wrench, so he is still my student." ”