Ark, they don't revolve around you

Texas lit a cigarette. The rain in Syracuse never seemed to stop. "But we are not on the same path. I am used to the peace now, but there is always gunpowder smoke around you, filled with the breath of war."

What a simple reason.

There are always wars and disputes around me...Zhuang Ning smiled and said nothing.

This is the truth.

He left Penguin Logistics and walked in the heavy rain, letting the rain hit him.

"Do you think you can be more important than Her Highness Theresa?"

In the factory of Londinium, W stood up shakily, his tone still awkward, but much lower, "Don't think too much, Doctor, I will definitely go back to Kazdel with His Highness, that is our home..."

Zhuang Ning nodded in understanding.

W I joined the Tower of Babel because of Theresa. What's so surprising about leaving you and returning to your Highness' arms?

But he was still touched by one word.

Family.

Where is his home?

Coming back to his senses, Zhuang Ning felt tired. From the passionate energy when he first came in to gradually becoming cold, there were not many people around him.

Everyone was behind him.

Those were gazes filled with admiration, and they were certain of his victory, but there was no one around him...

They won't revolve around you, nor do they understand you. Even if they have gone through some things and have trust in you, they will not choose you.

——Because there are more important things and more important people than you.

There is no way you can stay in Longmen, so Chen Huijie gave up on you.

You can't stop fighting and Texas will leave you.

You are not as good as Theresa, how can you blame W for not staying?

It’s not their fault that even you can’t put them first, right?

This is what is meant by a two-way rush.

From that day on, Zhuang Ning's longing for home grew day by day. He thought of his family, his somewhat nagging mother and his taciturn father, who were all very ordinary people.

He thought of his sister, with whom he had not had much contact since graduation. They had conflicts, but blood is always thicker than water.

He thought of those peaceful days when he didn't have to live with death and could chat and fish on the Internet.

He wants to go home.

And Terra would never be his home!

In the corridor, Zhuang Ning opened the panel again.

Each task was so eye-catching and made people feel hopeless. When he first came here, he didn't think he could complete it.

The countries of Terra are so complicated, who can unite them? ! Ursus is such a dog, it is the right thing to do to destroy it as soon as possible, Victoria, every duke can easily crush Rhodes Island!

Not to mention Iberia, Leitania, and Yan...these are just small tasks.

How can you complete a line of words that the system writes lightly?

But that was the beginning.

Zhuang Ning had already figured it out: to gain something, there must be a price to pay. He was too greedy in the past and always thought that perfection could be achieved.

That's impossible

Since Rhodes Island hopes for victory, let's bring victory, right? As for the rest, they can all be discarded.

The last thing a political creature needs is emotion. It should stand indifferently at the highest perspective and examine its own position.

He doesn't need emotions.

Emotion is the greatest enemy of reason.

It was only at this point that Zhuang Ning realized how ridiculous his previous hopes were.

At that moment, a name suddenly popped up in his mind.

The evil spirit of the Tower of Babel—he seemed to be moving closer to the evil spirit unconsciously.

That's not bad either.

Become the evil spirit of Rhodes Island, then march forward and win!

No one will complain, victory can wipe out all problems.

Therefore, he didn't care much about what Mostima thought, and even couldn't understand his past thoughts.

……

Mostima sat quietly for a long time, rubbing the medicine the doctor handed to her.

She felt confused. Would the Doctor treat others so coldly in the past?

Certainly not.

She still remembered the doctor she met when she first arrived and was recommended. The man covered himself in a hood and pretended to be deep.

But he just let himself go after discussing a few issues, and later simply took off his hood and mask.

"Tell me about it, Miss Mostima. I'm very interested." He said with a straight face, "You probably heard from others that I lost my memory. Terra is very big, but I guess not many people know it as well as you do."

"You're complimenting me. That's not needed."

"It's not a compliment, I'm just really... curious." He was a little uneasy, "They all think I can bring victory, but if I know nothing, I can't do anything, right?"

Zhuang Ning put down his resume and stood up.

It was supposed to be a solemn and serious interview, but somehow he went to serve tea and water himself, almost confusing Mostima.

But, it is really interesting.

A leader who has lost his memory is not arrogant and treats every subordinate as a friend, and everyone treats him with courtesy.

Even the Laterans who can empathize rarely experience such an atmosphere.

The tea was placed in front of her, and Mostima had no choice but to say, "Which part do you want to hear?"

The man thought for a moment: "For example, your journey this time?"

He picked up a pen and paper and smiled sincerely: "Just treat this as a break. Tell me what you think is interesting. Miss Mostima, you are a little tense."

Mastema woke up from her memories.

The tea has gone cold, and the person who smiled at you has also become extremely cold.

In the end what happened?

Mostima's eyes grew colder and colder. She had made up her mind with great difficulty and was finally ready to reveal her true feelings. How could she allow all this?

She knew who to go to for everything.

……

"You ask what happened to the Doctor?"

Kelsey stared at the instrument without changing her expression. "Nothing."

"Are you serious?" Mostima's eyes were sharp. "Are you pushing too hard, Dr. Kal'tsit?"

There were already traces of it.

The doctor had accomplished so many great things this year, but he never rested, and it was only under the long-term high pressure that he went to extremes.

To the point where they feel like strangers to themselves.

Kal'tsit put down the work at hand and faced Mostima for the first time.

Looking at her, the pair of eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything closed slightly, but his hand was pressing the mouse to turn on a surveillance video - Kal'tsit has always had a good memory, and she remembered all the records from more than a year ago.

Mostima was stunned for a moment. That was the scene of her last meeting with the Doctor a year ago. She rejected the Doctor, picked up her staff and set off to her next destination.

But the doctor sat there for a long time, motionless, lost in some kind of contemplation, as if he had turned into a sculpture.

Then he covered his head with his hands and his breathing became more rapid.

Mostima's eyes narrowed.

She felt her chest tighten again and become uncomfortable.

Kal'tsit increased the speed from two times to four times. In the scene, the Doctor sat alone in silence for several hours, and suddenly burst into laughter, laughing so hard that his chest and back were touching.

Kelsey spoke again:

"After that, the doctor went to the medical department and took away a lot of sanity potions under the pretext of helping the operators get medicine. He also asked the perfumer if there were any green plants that could calm people down."

She pressed the off button, reminiscent of a machine. "I should be the one asking you, Miss Mostima, what did you say to him?"

Chapter 3 He Never Puts Down His Gun

Mastema was stunned for a moment.

"Doctor, you can go with others. There are so many operators who trust you."

She remembered saying this.

It seems like there is nothing wrong with it, but that's why it seems so ridiculous.

It's not others who trust the Doctor, it's the Doctor who trusts her... The concepts seem similar, but they are fundamentally different.

His spirit was already very decadent at the time, like a bubble that would burst at the slightest poke, and Mostima took the initiative to pierce out the needle.

Tiny disappointments pile up into huge losses, as if hollowing out the inside of a stone wall to leave a strong shell.

Kal'tsit's expression could no longer show any reaction, she just nodded calmly: "I understand."

"What did you understand?" Mastema didn't realize that his tone was becoming more and more anxious.

She regretted it.

She rarely regretted anything, but she felt she shouldn't have said that at the time.

Mostima met Kal'tsit's eyes, and her deep pupils slowly closed.