Primordial Sequence

The gramophone was playing relaxing music. Camus was holding a cup in his hand and looking out the window at the busy crowds and carriages passing by in a daze. Moxi gently closed his eyes. Judging from his constant tapping on the table, he His heart doesn't look so peaceful.

"Gentlemen, do you need honey cake?" At this time, a child came over carrying a wooden basket. The basket was still steaming, and the golden cakes were neatly placed in the basket.

"Thank you, four of them, how much?" The child's innocent voice broke the awkwardness between the two of them. Camus smiled slightly and pointed at the plates on the table and ordered.

"Eight black coins each, a total of 3 coppers and 4 black coins." The child showed a charming smile, and his golden hair looked even brighter under the gas lamp.

Kamiao gently took out four copper coins and handed them to him, then sat upright and looked at Moxi calmly.

"That's what you came here for?" Kamuo broke the deadlock for the second time in a low and calm tone.

"Yes, this sealed artifact is very important to me." Moxi opened his eyes and stated in the same calm tone.

"For you? Well, this is indeed an irrefutable reason." Camus frowned slightly, and then relaxed. For himself, as long as he does not endanger himself, it is easy to say anything.

"Don't you ask me why I joined them?" Moxi's pupils opened slightly and he spoke urgently.

"It doesn't matter. You are free to do whatever you want. Will you stop if I tell you?" Camus crossed his fingers and looked at Moxi with a smile.

"No, I must get this thing. It means that my life can be extended." Moxi shook his head and expressed his determination to obtain this sealed object.

"The soul energy in your body is already in the second stage. I can completely sense this. It took you a month to advance from stage one to stage two. It's incredible." Camus was slightly surprised. He had just discovered Moxi. The soul energy scattered around the body is as high as the second level, but there is no time to ask.

"Well... I participated in a special ceremony in Qiu Ri City. That ceremony is called the 'Golden Goblet', a special 'helping ceremony'." Moxi did not hide it, but answered with a wry smile.

Camus thought about it for a while and found that he had no idea what kind of ceremony it was. He silently complained in his heart that he suffered the loss of being uneducated.

"I have to go." Suddenly, Moxi stood up and took out a book from his arms. A book that still smelled of fresh ink, with four words written in black ink on it, "A Story" ”, after seeing this book, a smile appeared on Moxi’s face, and this smile no longer seemed stiff, it seemed to come from the heart.

Seeing him stand up, Camus glanced at a nearby table from the corner of his eye. This was also a young man with a handsome face, but he had a silver pocket watch hanging on his chest just like Moxi. He noticed this, and after he came in, Moxi's facial paralysis returned to normal, and he didn't smile until just now.

"This is a book I wrote recently, the story of a humble reporter." Moxi laughed to himself, gently put the book on the table, turned and left.

"Are you coming back?" Kamiao looked at the books with strong ink, raised his head and asked in a low voice.

"No, maybe the real Moxi will die after today, and I will bury his dream deep in my heart." Moxi's walking movements stiffened, and he glanced at his companion not far away, his tone slightly hoarse.

"I wish you good luck, my friend." Hearing Moxi's free and easy words, Camus stood up and bowed slightly, with a hint of emotion in his tone. After Moxi heard Camus' farewell words, he stopped staying. His back disappeared outside the coffee shop and disappeared into the crowd, and the young man who also wore a silver pocket watch also followed him away.

"Moxy is dead...". Kamius sighed. Moxi was so childish and naive back then. Now he has grown up and knows what he wants. The Moxi who once fought for the lower class civilians and hoped to do something for them has left. Things It never goes as planned.

"Pa..." As "A Story" opened on the table, Camus saw the pen he gave to Moxi. There were still faint fingerprints on it, and there was a strong smell of ink. As the scent of the paper rushed into Camus' nose, Camus slowly continued, his expression gradually becoming calmer. He picked up the pen he gave to Moxi in return and placed it in the sun, speaking in a very calm tone.

"Goodbye, my friend, goodbye to my savior, goodbye to Moxxi who told me about his unfair experience, goodbye to today."

As countless goodbyes came out of Camus' mouth, he seemed to have lost his soul and sat quietly on the chair, just like the cotton drifting in the wind, until Lux's gentle voice interrupted his stiff thoughts and he came back to his senses. It was already getting late, and I sat here quietly for the entire three hours.

"Brother...shall we go back?" Lux seemed to feel the oppressive atmosphere. She glanced at Camus gently and her tone was calm and soothing.

"Let's go, it looks like you got a good harvest." Camus looked at the large and small bags carried by Lux and showed a quiet smile. He gently picked up "A Story" and put the pen on the left In his pocket, he slowly stood up.

"Well... I've spent all the money you gave me, and I bought it for you." Hearing this, Camus suddenly froze. If he remembered correctly, he gave Lacus a bag of gold coins, and there was a bag of gold coins in it. There are at least thirty gold coins, are they all used up now? Could this girl have been fooled?

"Um... I went to the shop that Sister Laura mentioned. I have already bought very little. I also bought the black tea and food you asked for. It is the 'high collar black tea' that is more popular among the aristocracy." Seeing the card Miao's expression was a little stiff, and Lux ​​described where the money went in a serious manner, with such a proud and emotionless tone that Kamius could not refute.

Camus rubbed his head and sighed softly. After paying for the coffee at the counter, he took Lux and hurried home. It was already getting late.

In the northern part of the port area, Madikong Canning Processing Factory, Fiona was wearing black clothes and sitting elegantly on the roof of the factory. The dusk sunlight shone on her face, making her fair skin a little red. The smell Feeling the faint smell of sea in the air, Fiona looked at the sea at dusk with a complete arc in the corner of her mouth.

"Are you here?" As if something broke the silence, Fiona turned her head and looked towards the factory entrance. She saw six people in decent black suits. Their eyes turned to Fiona on the top of the building. Na, her eyes were very calm.

"Want it? Come and get it yourself." Fiona gently pulled out the long sword. The cold sword was extremely dazzling in the dusk. She bent down and lifted the box, shook it at a few people, and said Slightly sarcastic.

"Theo Fiona, the eldest daughter of Theo family, a genius whose swordsmanship talent is famous in the mainland." Moxi slowly took off his hat and bowed slightly, his black pupils shining with black light in the sun, he said in a tone of voice He calmly told Fiona’s origin.

"I've never seen it before, but you are their leader? A new face." Fiona looked at Moxi and recalled the members of the Crows she knew in her mind. She found that there was no information about this person, and her expression became solemn for a moment. The unknown represents danger, and this is an eternal truth.