Volume II, Chapter 23 Memorial

Milo said angrily, "Come less, the reward is definitely gone, although we also lost a lot this time, and many brothers and sisters sacrificed because of this, but adhering to the principle of fairness, our task was not completed, so there is no reward, but so the dead brothers and sisters will receive generous subsidies from the Hiboni." ”

Chromie nodded, satisfied.

After Milo finished talking about business, he turned his head to look at Chitaki and said with a smile, "Chitaki What reward do you want?" ”

Chitaki shook her head and said, "I don't know either. ”

Pique asked curiously, "Is there a super rich reward for Chitaki to kill that big guy?" ”

Milo shook his head with a smile and said, "I don't know, the council will give rewards at its discretion, and in addition, Chitaki and their successful completion of the thief plan will have a rich reward in themselves, okay, don't talk about this, I'll come over and notify one more thing." ”

Chromie looked at Milo suspiciously.

Milo put away the smile on his face and said solemnly, "The chase will be scheduled for two o'clock in the afternoon, and everyone I will attend." ”

Hearing Milo's words, everyone's smiles disappeared and they all nodded.

At noon, Chitaki walked on the road with Chromie and the others, they all changed into black plain clothes, they were heading to Area B, and the residents along the way had low expressions.

There are many white paper lanterns hanging in front of the house.

Chitaki glanced at the paper lanterns and didn't seem to understand, but Milo explained at this time, "The tradition of Hyperion is that when a loved one dies, this white paper lantern will be hung at the door. ”

Chromie took a puff of a cigarette and said, "I heard that the number of deaths in this battle is very large, and the number of deaths in Area B of the garrison is the largest, and the casualties in other areas are not serious, the four regular regiments are all injured, and the STP people are also killed and wounded. ”

"Van Ris' is dead." Milo hesitated for a moment, but then spoke.

Chromie froze, took a hard sip, and spit it out.

"That old man really doesn't like it, he doesn't even like the way he walks, he really picks time."

"The frigate formation of the Hiboni was damaged by more than half in this battle, which was the worst of all the damage." Milo spoke.

"Sacrifice is always inevitable, although this statement is very false." A voice came from the side.

Chromie and the others turned their heads to look over, and Chitaki also looked over curiously.

Seeing Dominic walking over in a black suit, Chromie was also surprised.

"Why are you here, you shouldn't be at the ceremony very early?"

"I've lived for a long time, I've seen more people I know, and seeing familiar people become black and white photo frames is a kind of torture after all, so what to do so early."

"Okay." Chromie wasn't saying anything.

Milo and the others saluted Dominic one after another.

Dominic looked at Chitaki and said, "You are Chitaki?" ”

Chitaki nodded and replied, "Yes." ”

Dominic held out his hand, "Nice to meet you." ”

Chitaki subconsciously reached out and shook them together, and suddenly there was a very powerful force in his hand.

Chitaki was also stunned.

Dominic couldn't help but smile and said, "Very young, the future belongs to you." ”

"I said Dominic, you don't have to say those preaching words, not everyone is your student Lan Li, who can endure your preaching every day." Chromie interrupts Dominic.

Dominic smiled, said nothing, and turned to leave.

Chitaki turned her head to look at Chromie in confusion and asked, "Who is he?" ”

"He's the captain of the Hiboni, isn't it surprising?" Chromie coughed.

Chitaki was stunned for a moment.

Not long after, everyone arrived at the open-air terrace in the center of Area B, where a large number of people had gathered and the surrounding area had been decorated.

A large number of flowers are placed in the center, while rows of black and white photographs are placed in the central area.

Chitaki looked over, and the faces in those photos were all very faceless, and he didn't know a few.

Although there were many people in the whole venue, it was very quiet, and every conversation was in a low voice, and if you listened carefully, you could hear some whispered crying, some of which seemed to be friends, and some of which were family members.

Lan Li was standing in the center of the area in black at this time, talking to some crying family members.

Chromie walked over to Chitaki and whispered, "I've got a temporary message for you, you've been chosen as the representative of the families of the fallen gatherers, and you're in charge of greeting those who mourn. ”

Chitaki nodded and said, "What should I do?" ”

"You don't have to do anything, you just need to guide them to mourn when the time comes, the memorial service is actually very simple, doesn't it feel ridiculous, but there is no way that the whole Hiboni needs to be simple."

At this time, there was a slight commotion in the crowd, and Chitaki and Chromie couldn't help but look over, only to see a girl wearing a black plain dress and black hair pulled up.

Due to the direction problem, Chitaki can only see the side, which is very good-looking,

Chromie was also a little surprised, "Why is she here?" ”

Milo stood behind him and said, "Isn't it a surprise?" Not surprisingly, it was Miss Sherry who presided over the memorial service this time, and the deceased Van Rith was his uncle. ”

Chromie's eyes widened, "Really? That old guy didn't brag? ”

Milo whispered a warning with a black line on his face, "Chromie pay attention to your words, or I wouldn't mind going back and letting Sevina clean you up." ”

Chromie said embarrassedly, "I don't need to use this." ”

Chitaki was also stunned, "Sherry Sherry, she seems to be that singer?" ”

"Yes, I forgot to tell you, she's also a pillar of the Hipbony." Chromie sighed as he looked at his back.

Chitaki saw Sherry walking along the way, and the pedestrians around her saluted her, as if they respected her very much.

Milo opened his mouth and said, "There are a total of sixteen siblings in the Shirlistie family, fourteen of whom have been killed in battle, and one is in the STP department. ”

At this time, a group of staff members came over and saluted Chitaki and the others.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the ceremony is about to begin."

Chitaki and Chromie began to line up as instructed.

Chitaki followed the guide to the front row and stood on the right side, facing his black and white photo frame, he was more or less impressed, all of them were the miners who died this time, and they were all a group of old men.

Shelly walked to the center and saluted everyone who entered.

"Thank you to everyone who has been here, and it is with a very heavy heart that we ...... today"

It was a very pleasant voice, but Chitaki listened to it very heavily, and he raised his head to look at Shelly Sty, who was seriously opening his mourning, and could only see its side, and he didn't know why he seemed to be able to hear a faint sadness in its voice.

After Shirley finished speaking, the memorial service officially began, and family members began to walk in front of Chitaki one after another.

There are young and middle-aged, and there are very old, and everyone is red-eyed.

Chitaki guided them to worship, and as for the worship, as Chromie said, he only bowed three times.

The normal memorial service lasted five hours, and Chitaki stood motionless for those five hours.

When it was time to disperse, Chitaki walked towards the toilet of a nearby public building.

He walked around and didn't see the bathroom, so he went up to the second floor to look for it.

As he walked down the quiet hallway, he heard a low cry.

He couldn't help but walk over, he saw a beautiful figure standing by the window and crying in a low voice, he hesitated, touched his body, there was a decorative silk scarf in the pocket of his black plain jacket.

He walked up and handed the silk scarf over.

"People always have to look forward, mourning."