Shut up, brave man! I don't want to atone for my sins to you!

63. Is it really possible?

The brave man lowered his eyes, folded the letter solemnly, and put it back into the envelope.

His expression and movements made people feel that the envelope in his hand was an invaluable treasure.

Although he did think so—

To their successors, it is indeed a treasure.

So the brave man whispered to Longjin I:

"Can I take this letter with me?"

"Of course," Longjin I agreed, "This is the letter he left for you, his successors."

"Even though I am not from the White Tower?"

"But isn't there an investigator from the White Tower standing next to you?" The emperor answered the question with a question. "She trusts you so much, which means you are a trustworthy companion."

He nodded to Charles and smiled:

"In that case, let me, the emperor, acknowledge it - the living hero Ciel, I recognize you and the two ladies behind you..."

"You are the successors of Investigator Ivan Thorne."

The thin Longjin I looked more like a real emperor than anyone else at this moment.

The so-called emperor is one who speaks the law of heaven and makes laws according to his words.

He is the emperor of Diesel. In Diesel, no one should be able to go against his will, not even the heroes of the present world and the Witch of Twilight and Dawn.

So Charles no longer questioned Longin I's decision. He bowed to the emperor, thanked the emperor for his reward, and then carefully put away the letter.

After this, the brave man took his leave from the emperor:

"I have already obtained the answer I wanted, Your Majesty. Please excuse me from leaving now."

Both the witch and the priest frowned subconsciously when they heard this - they all agreed that it was far from the time to leave.

They all thought they could get more information from Longin I, but Charles whispered to them:

"Let's go."

The witch and the priest looked at each other after hearing what was said, and instantly gave up the idea of ​​staying any longer. Then they sighed silently at the same time, followed Charles, and left the palace with him.

Just as they had come, the huge palace was still shrouded in endless darkness, and below was a sea of ​​books that stretched as far as the eye could see. They walked through the winding path in the center of the sea of ​​books, with cold light falling from overhead, barely illuminating the way forward for them.

But further away, where the cold light cannot reach, everything returns to darkness.

In this way, they become a small boat floating on the sea of ​​books, or actors illuminated by the spotlight on a dark stage.

After realizing this, one of the three actors suddenly turned around and looked in the direction they came from.

There was still light there—

The cool moonlight like a veil descended from the sky, illuminating the emperor sitting on a pile of books.

He watched the actors leave with a puzzling smile, his expression was peaceful, the corners of his mouth were raised, but there was a barely perceptible regret in his eyes.

It was as if the emperor sincerely hoped that the actors would ask him more questions.

However, the actors were destined to disappoint him.

After that fleeting glimpse, they never glanced at him again.

Without looking back, the actors left the emperor's palace.

……

After leaving the emperor's palace, the three of them returned to the hotel.

After greeting the boss, under the boss's confused gaze, they did not return to their respective rooms, but all walked into the middle room, which belonged to Charles.

"Click."

The door was closed gently.

The witch and the priest chose to sit on the sofa and the bed respectively. The brave man stood between them, facing the witch, and took out the letter that he had carefully put away, but did not take the letter out of the envelope.

"You..." He glanced at the witch, paused, then turned and glanced at the pastor, "Do you want to read this letter?"

The priest shook his head.

The witch replied in a low voice:

"We have seen it already—in the palace of Longkin I, when you read this letter."

The brave man was stunned for a moment, nodded, and then solemnly handed the letter to the witch with both hands.

The witch took the letter, raised her head hesitantly, looked at him, and asked:

"You want me to take this letter back?"

"Well," the brave man whispered, "this letter should not be left with me. Since the investigator... since Mr. Ivan Thorne is from the White Tower, then you in the White Tower must know where his mother is..."

He looked at the witch, his expression more serious than ever:

"Please, when Diesel's abnormality is over, please be sure to pass this letter to his mother, and..."

"Please tell her that she has an amazing son...her son is a true nobleman."

"..."

The witch was startled for a moment, and uttered a soft "hmm". She then followed the hero's example and solemnly put away the letter.

"I will," she said, adding, "The White Tower will."

The White Tower will not forget any investigator who has died in the line of duty, even if most of their bodies are gone.

The White Pagoda will be responsible for supporting their elderly parents and young children, and will engrave their names deeply on the body of the White Pagoda that seems to reach from heaven to earth. Then they will exist together with the White Pagoda until it collapses.

Lao Deng once said:

"People's memories will fade, traces of magic will collapse, and the sea will turn into mulberry fields. Our civilization has developed for thousands of years, but the most reliable way to preserve history is still to carve words on stone."

"In that case, let's carve words on the stone."

"Even if no one wants to remember their names, at least we do, the White Tower does—"

"Their names will live forever in the White Tower."

The brave man didn't know this, but he felt the witch's sincerity, so he thanked the witch for some unknown reason.

The witch frowned:

"Why... are you saying thank you to me? Mr. Thorne is our White Tower's investigator. We at the White Tower should properly handle his affairs..."

She suddenly paused here.

——She understood why Charles thanked her.

Because the investigator named Ivan Thorn is undoubtedly a hero, and Ciel, as a brave man... is naturally also an undoubted hero. Therefore, although they have never met, Ciel already has a mutual respect for Ivan Thorn.

That was why he thanked her on behalf of Ivan Thorne.

"So, Ciel also wants to be 'remembered'?"

The witch realized this.

In that case, what should she do next?

Perhaps she should immediately hold Charles' hand, look into his eyes, and swear in a marriage proposal tone -

"I will remember you. I am a witch who can live for thousands of years. Even if you die of old age, I will still remember you..."

Should she say that?

No, she knew it better than anyone, and she would not only say it, she would take action.

After Ciel's death, she will travel across the entire Pangaea and become a bard, turning the legends of the brave man and the witch into an eternal classic, allowing everyone to hear their stories and remember their names.

But she didn't dare to say such words.

"How sweet it is to be with the hero now, and how painful it will be when the hero grows old and dies, so just do your job impartially, and don't be like the priest, who gets carried away by his emotions..."

Just be affectionate with the brave man, you will end up hurting yourself in the future.jpg

The witch thought so and decided to change the topic to the content of the letter left by Ivan Thorne.

But at this moment, she suddenly heard the pastor's voice:

"I will remember you."

The pastor's voice was low, but his tone was exceptionally firm, just as the witch had just rehearsed in her heart.

If this were a wedding scene, she would be the bride in a wedding dress, standing in front of the groom, with her hands on the Bible, and under the guidance of the priest, she would say:

"I am willing."

"what about me?"

The witch thought sourly.

Her original lines were taken away by the priest and her role was impersonated, so where should she go?

What a horrible love brain...I wish I could just die from the love brain!

The witch's face turned cold, she suppressed the sour feeling in her heart, and decisively changed her thinking.

If the fact that you have fallen in love with Charles is a foregone conclusion and irreversible, why not just admit it?

As long as she admits that she is actually a love-brained idiot, she will be invincible. In fact, admitting one's mistakes is also a very important part of rational thinking.

So the witch convinced herself.

So she suddenly grabbed the hero's hand, intertwined her fingers with his, and stared into the hero's iron-gray eyes.

"She is just a priest, a short-lived person. Maybe she has not lived as long as you. But I am a witch, an immortal witch. My memory is even closer to eternity than the names engraved on the White Tower..."

"I will remember you!" As if signing some kind of contract, the witch declared to the hero, "Until the end of time!"

"..."

After a brief silence, the hero smiled at the witch and replied softly:

"it is good."

But the witch bit her lip and quickly looked away, suddenly letting go of the hero's hand, turned her head like a cowardly lizard, and fled.

The short-lived courage disappeared under Charles's gaze. Her heart was pounding. The witch took out the envelope with a red face, trying to make herself forget what had just happened.

She began to change the subject:

"Let's discuss what valuable clues the respectable investigator, Mr. Ivan Thorne, has brought us."

At this point, she actually remembered something crucial that had troubled both her and the pastor for a long time.

"Char," the witch frowned and asked, "When you were in the palace just now, why didn't you choose to stay and ask Longjin I more questions? In any case, even if he was blocked from cognition like the other Diesel people, as the emperor, he should know more information."

But Charles shook his head.

"Do you still remember the relics left for us by the old investigator... the investigator named Schilling?"

"Of course." The witch nodded, "But what does this have to do with the Emperor?"

Charles did not answer her question directly, but mentioned Crazy John:

"Mad John told us that he found the cane next to the emperor's throne. Of course, he could be lying. But compared to Longkin I, Mad John's lies might sound more pleasing to the ear."

"Do you remember how Longjin I introduced the origin of this letter?"

Charles' voice sank.

"He said that this letter was handed to him by Ivan Thorne himself. But we all know that Ivan Thorne had lost all his sanity due to the contamination of the Slender Man when he wrote the letter..."

"Can he, who is already crazy, really deliver this letter to Long Jin I safely?"

[To be continued]

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