At the end of the banquet, it was already dinner, and the guests left quietly, for fear of disturbing Oban, who was getting more and more seriously injured. Even if Oban's dormitory was a long distance away from the banquet hall, he would not hear a single note even if the music was loud. But the guests left like ghosts, and the carriages skirted the castle's squares, their wheels imprinted on the mist-stained ground, dragging out intricate traces like water snakes.

The wind lamps hanging in front of the carriage cast a faint yellow halo in the gradually diffusing mist, illuminating a corner of the night and pulling the carriage into a long shadow. The other end of the shadows melted into the dim night, indistinguishable from each other.

Alan didn't ride in the carriage, he told the carriage to go back first, and walked the streets of Ark Harbor by himself. The streets at midnight were quiet, but there was no Cheng dù, who was so quiet that he couldn't even see half a figure. Under those dim street lamps, from time to time, you will see a drunk or two dragging wine bottles and staggering down the long street. They would even lie down directly in the middle of the street, and then the next morning, naturally, patrolling soldiers blew their whistles to drive them out.

You will also see women dressed in fancy clothes, wearing short skirts that are enough to make people reverie, standing under street lamps or bar signs. Whenever a man passes by, they assume all sorts of seductive poses. And when no one is around, their bodies tremble slightly in the light to ward off the midnight cold. After all, autumn has already begun, and it will not be long before winter.

The city is tired and asleep. The interlaced shades of clouds in the sky make the night sky present complex layers of light and shadow. The clouds were thick tonight, blocking out the moonlight and the stars. Eren suddenly froze and looked up at the night sky, only to realize that it had been a long time since he had looked up at the sky like he had now. After returning to the Heavenly Star from Earth, he has been busy. He suddenly felt at a loss, and life was hard before he was ten years old. Hunting with wolves, the daily goal is to be able to hunt enough food and then survive. So repetitive, monotonous, but satisfying; After the age of ten, life was turned upside down.

Now he doesn't have to worry about food, but the purpose of life has become blurred. Today's goal is no longer one fat rabbit or one calf a day. That goal becomes bigger, and it takes Alan to harvest more every day in order to fill some of the corners.

So is this kind of life what I want? Alan asked himself, join the Death Ring, enter the Academy of Dawn, travel to the Underworld, and now expedition to the Outlands. This qiē seems to have an invisible hand pushing Alan forward, but the rhythm of this whole process is too fast, so fast that Alan never thought of himself. Until now, the aura of death wrapped around Oban's body was like a wake-up call, ringing in the bottom of Allen's heart, urging him to think about himself.

Think about this qiē, is that what he wants?

The tutor of the academy once said that people always need to have ideals. Because there are ideals, talents have the motivation to move forward; And the ideal will change, and the higher you stand, the bigger the ideal.

Alan also had ideals.

Before the age of ten, the ideal life is not to have to run around for food every day; At the age of ten, he hopes to get a good position in the large family of Bethcord, so that he can use the power of the family to accomplish things such as finding the man named Archimedes and sending the demon praise to his chest in accordance with his mother's wishes.

But now, he is one of the heirs to the family, and he has even established himself on the colony planet. However, there are also more and more things on the body, and life is like a river. You thought that if the river was filled, the riverbed would be lifted and life would be full. But you don't expect that when you bury your head in the river, more tributaries will break through at the other end of the river, so the river will become wider and deeper.

It's so wide that you can't see the other side, and it's deep enough to make you a step away.

Alan shook his head self-deprecatingly, hiding these unrealistic thoughts in his heart. He is not a poet and has no time to spend on emotion. He has high hopes for his mother and grandfather, and he doesn't want to disappoint those people. He also wants to protect the relationship between him and Lucy, and in order to protect the relationship between the two, Alan knows exactly what he needs. Coupled with the opening of the Burning Blood Road, whether he was willing or not, he had already walked in and participated in this more cruel game.

And this qiē is like a ray pointing at the same point, and that point is called power!

Re-established his goal, and the context of life became more profound in the rings of life. But Alan didn't think that many people were still teenagers who didn't know what it was like to be sad at his age, and he already had a man's heart.

Alan smiled and stepped back on. The road is still the same road, and the street is still the same street. But from the moment Ellen took a step, his life had already reached another level. The night is still gentle, like a woman's long hair, wrapping around you in strands. Like the fog that entangles every corner, people walking in the fog are like falling into the tenderness of the night.

So this foggy street is also gentle, and when Alan turns into this street, two drunkards are lying on the ground, carrying wine bottles and babbling; Not far from them, under the street lamp opposite, a man looked impatiently at the bar, then turned his head and said something with a smile on his face and a pretty, but already some age.

From the staccato words, Alan heard more numbers, as if the two were haggling for a night's sleep.

This is the life of most people.

Alan walked forward, past the drunkard, and stopped near the man and woman. Then he turned around and smiled: "You guys are doing a good job, but you don't take it seriously enough." At least the drunkard's body should be full of alcohol, prostitute. A woman shouldn't have a knife in her bag. I'll change you to a dagger or something next time, or change to a larger bag, you see that the knife is about to poke out the bag. Of course, the most important thing is that as soon as I walked in, there was a murderous aura on you. As far as the killers go, you guys are too incompetent. ”

The mood of the street suddenly changed.

The two drunkards sat up from the ground suddenly, then slapped their butts and dispersed. The man and woman who were bargaining walked around behind Allen, and the woman threw away the bag she was carrying in her hand, and there was already a black short knife in her hand. The man bowed to Allen and said, "I've been waiting a long time, Sir Allen." ”

Alan spun around, looked at their faces in his eyes, and said, "Now that the entire Ark Harbor knows who I am, the local adventurer guild or the killer group don't have the guts to take the assassination order against me." So you're foreign? I guess I just offended Earl Rykerd not long ago, and you're his man, aren't you? ”