Extraordinary pedigree

Chapter 167 Valente Bernard

Fog City·City of Westminster.

"I am in a city that eats people all the time. Here, the haze of despair chokes my throat and pollutes my eyes, but those terrible viruses continue to take away more and more people without stopping. Innocent lives.”

Valente Bernard wrote this sentence in a black notebook. The people who died of the epidemic outside the foggy city left an indelible impression on Valente. The desperate howls of those patients covered with spots made him even more sad. It was what woke him up from his dreams many times.

swish swish——

Valente's hand holding the pen kept writing on the notes.

"What is the source of the disease? This plague is not caused by sanitation problems or water source problems. Outsiders always say that the disease first spread from Florence to the Fog City, but the Fog City is located on the island of Brotalia. We The English Channel separates the mainland from Youyang. If the epidemic is really so severe, why are neighboring Stockholm and Oslo fine?"

"I have always had a ridiculous idea in my heart. Could this plague be man-made?"

"If so, who has such power that the entire Youyang is infected? And what is its purpose?"

Dong dong dong——

As Valente continued writing in his notes.

Valente frowned and stopped writing with his right hand. At this time, a familiar shout came from outside the room.

"Valente, the reception will start soon, and Ms. Sawyer Demi is also in the reception."

Valente didn't like Callaway's familiar tone outside the door. He was not very familiar with the other party. No, he actually didn't have many friends in Fog City. He was a student who came to Fog City from Sicily to study.

Valente is a very boring person in the eyes of outsiders. The major he studied is too boring and professional. Although he likes reading, the books he reads are too profound. Those professional books are too boring in the eyes of outsiders. In the eyes of outsiders, he is a conservative, indifferent and self-controlled gentleman.

"Okay, I get it, I need to prepare a decent outfit for the dance." Valente replied in the same calm tone as always.

"I hope you can have a great time at the dance later."

Listening to the distant footsteps outside the door, Valente sighed. He closed the cap of the pen, then stood up and put on a tuxedo specially designed for the dance.

He actually didn't like attending those aristocratic balls with an air of arrogance.

Valente doesn't think aristocrats are worthy of brainstorming.

Valente was deeply tired of these nobles who still held dances even during the plague, but he had to participate. Aristocratic socializing was not something you could refuse if you wanted to.

Valente, who had put on a decent suit, was standing in front of a life-size mirror, and his appearance began to appear in the mirror: a head of thick flaxen hair, brown pupils, the lines on his face were a bit hard, and his unsmiling expression His expression made people feel that no strangers were allowed to enter.

"This is the last time."

Valente tied his bow tie in front of the mirror. Yes, this was the last time he would attend the dance. After this dance, he would go to the front line of the epidemic with the group of beaked doctors.

He never studied to step on others.

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Westminster Charing Cross.

In a splendid banquet hall, nobles wearing half-masked masks held goblets and exchanged words with smiles in the hall. The people here were in sharp contrast to the piles of patients who died of the plague outside the foggy city.

"Valente, would you like to dance together."

Sawyer Demi, wearing a swan mask, appeared in front of Valente with a formulaic smile.

Looking at the gorgeous fiancée in front of him, Valente just expressed to her that he was not feeling well. Demi was not surprised at all that her fiancé was boring. There was no emotional basis between her and him, and the engagement was just a family affair. arranged for profit.

Demi does not like the cold interest exchanges such as family marriage. She longs for freedom, and romanticism is deeply rooted in her bones. She feels that she should pursue her own freedom like Juliet, and she will have the courage to resist fate like the other party.

Under Valente's gaze, Demi walked towards the party's organizer, Charlie Bartholomew.

It is worth mentioning that Charlie is a middle-aged man over forty years old. He has a strong build, a handsome face, and looks very talkative.

When Demi, who was younger than him, came up to talk to him, Charlie responded in a familiar manner. Demi looked at Charlie with admiration and a hint of suppressed affection, while Charlie's expression remained the same as before.

They looked like a man and woman who were in love but not polite.

"This is the smell of infidelity——"

A warm voice came from behind Valente, and he couldn't help but get goosebumps.

When did you come closer? ?

Valente is a sensitive person. He has an extremely keen sense of people within a radius of 2 meters. Even if someone is standing behind him, he can still feel it. At this time, a person appears behind him unknowingly. But he didn't feel anything at all, which didn't surprise him.

Valente turned and looked behind him. After seeing the clothes and grooming of the figure behind him, his expressionless face of a paralyzed man couldn't help but be covered in surprise.

A blond young man with a weird mask on his face was standing in front of him. The young man was a little taller than him, and his clothes didn't look like he was attending a banquet. What surprised him even more was the bored man next to the masked man. A large dog with white fur and red eyes wagging its tail.

At this time, a strange symbol text appears on the mask of the masked man: (︶`)

This person is not on the same page as the prom style at all, and why was he able to bring the dog in? Why didn't I notice such a conspicuous behavior just now!

"you···"

"Charlie Bartholomew, this guy combines all the bad habits of Bartholomew's aristocracy. Keeping lovers is the most inconspicuous of all bad habits. Speaking of the contemporary reformist monarch Bartholomew [Clock Tower] is simply the weirdest among weirdos, and the other party can be said to be truly out of the mire."

Before Valente could finish speaking, the masked man crackled out a lot of information-rich words to him.

"Clock Tower..."

Valente looked deeply at the masked man, who actually knew about the Clock Tower. He had spent countless efforts to obtain the truth about the world earlier.

"You don't seem surprised by this. Can you tell me why?"

The masked man asked Valente curiously, and the expression on his mask changed to this: (★★)

Valente once again took a deep look at the text with random symbols on the masked man's face. The other person was a person from the other side of the world, and it was the truth that he had been pursuing so hard earlier.

Obviously I have given up on the "truth", but now the "truth" appears in front of me. Life is always so absurd!

"She only has money in her eyes." He said to the masked man.

Valente turned his head to look at Demi, and he continued to say to the masked man:

"It is undeniable that Demi is a beautiful woman: beautiful and delicate, delicate and innocent, soft-spoken, lazy and seductive. The world she lives in is a snobbish world of luxury and pleasure."

"She thought she was Juliet pursuing freedom, but in fact she was just a miserable canary."

"Her resistance still depends on outsiders. She is sad because Sawyer Demi is a product of 'othering'."

Valente's eyes were like sharp knives that penetrated Sawyer Demi's essence.

"The most important thing is that she doesn't love me."

"I don't love her either."

After listening to Valente's words, Xia Xiu couldn't help rubbing his chin and looking at the other person's indifferent face.

Unexpectedly, [Dragon Slayer] is not a hot-blooded guy. Valente's first impression on him is like a refined egoist, but a selfish person will not be ignored by [Barum] Ke Sheng Sword] selected.

"Then how will you deal with this troublesome matter? You have to know that although this matter is exposed, it is nothing to these nobles who are very playful, but it will cause bad damage to your personal reputation. Influence."

A cheerful aura emanated from Xia Xiu's body.

"Someone told you that you are annoying."

Valente smelled the same kind of scent on the masked man. This man was essentially similar to him.

"That's really not the case." Xia Xiu shrugged.

As Valente expected, the masked man didn't take his slightly overstepping words to heart. In other words, there was something in him that the other party needed.

"Wars of public opinion are often on the side of the innocent. Charlie Bartholomew is a powerful man, but he is not a smart man. The government does not need smart people. Smart people have their own opinions." , and opinions are trouble. They want people who are approachable, smooth, and never make stupid mistakes."

"If he gets into trouble because of canaries, Charlie will abandon them without hesitation. An unfaithful canary will not be loved by the nobles or the public."

"You have to know that I am the innocent one and justice is on my side."

Valente spoke expressionlessly, and listening to [Dragon Slayer]'s words, Xia Xiu couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth had unconsciously turned up.

This is [Dragon Slayer], it’s really beyond my expectation.

"You seem to be well prepared."

"I have applied to be transferred to the frontline epidemic department to be responsible for controlling new epidemics. Before I came to the dance, I had informed the newspaper and wrote many passionate articles. The matter will ferment after I leave."

"That's really good." Xia Xiu applauded in appreciation.

"What about you? Why did you come to me?"

Valente stared at the funny mask of the masked man and said, through the pupil slits of the mask, he could see the golden eyes inside.

Xia Xiu pointed at Valente, then pointed at himself, and said with a smile:

"Arthur and Merlin."

"What?"

Valente looked at the masked man with a puzzled expression.

The story of King Arthur and Merlin is a well-known bedtime story in the Foggy City area. He was thinking about what the masked man's words meant.

"This party is really boring. Do you want to go out with me? You must really want to know the truth about the world."

Xia Xiu pointed to the banquet door and made an invitation gesture towards Valente.

Valente glanced at the banquet subconsciously: gold, paper, extravagance, singing and dancing.

The hand stretched out by the masked man represented the unknown. Valente simply glanced around and then walked towards the unknown.

"You are really a devil."

This is Valente's second evaluation of Xia Xiu.

The two people and the dog walked out of the door in such a grand manner, and no one in the party knew.

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When Valente followed Xia Xiu out, his eyes couldn't help but be attracted by a 2-meter-long giant sword standing on the ground in front of him. For some reason, he felt in his heart after seeing the sword. He started to throb inexplicably.

That sword is calling me...

Valente's eyes were completely attracted by the giant sword, and his reason actually succumbed to instinct. When he regained consciousness again, his hand was already on the hilt of the giant sword, and originally The 2-meter-long sword actually shrank after he held it.

"Pull it out, it's yours."

A familiar voice reached his ears, and Valente subconsciously turned his attention to the source of the sound. A handsome young man with blond hair and golden eyes was standing in front of him, with a bright smile on his face.

Arthur and Merlin...

For a moment, Valente felt that the surrounding environment was covered with fantasy colors, and a dreamy and confusing feeling came to his heart. He now understood what Arthur and Merlin meant.

Qiang——

Valente just exerted a little force, and the sword came out. When he held the sword, an inexplicable feeling of harmony emerged in his heart.

The sword is light and fits the hand very well.

Valente looked at the blond young man with questioning eyes. The blond young man stretched out his right index finger and put it to his lips to make a silence gesture. The other person's left hand made a gesture of paying attention.

【Act 1】

[Scene 1: The Destined Dragon Slayer·End]

[Scene 2: Dragon Roar·Start]

A dazzling light appeared in front of Valente, a pure white card floated into his body, and the holy sword in his hand also floated into his body. An inexplicable message poured into his brain, and he understood himself fate.

All the gifts given by fate have their prices secretly marked.

"What's your name? My yellow card." Valente asked the blond young man with complicated eyes.

"Hugh Abraham." Xia Xiu took off his hat and greeted.

Perhaps sensing something was wrong with [Dragon Slayer], Xia Xiu asked:

"Are you confused about this fate?"

Valente looked at the blond young man who asked the question, and he noticed the similarities between himself and the other person: they always looked at things so sharply and without mercy.

"If life is firmly anchored like a string, what's the point of fighting? If there is no hope, life changes from a gift to a prison."

"I will not succumb to fate!"

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