Emery

"Jamil, from today onwards you will learn how to shoot. This is one of the more difficult special trainings. I hope you will work hard. The governor is a domestic

The best shooter, if he teaches you himself, you will definitely learn well. "

One day more than half a month later, Sherlock came to Jamil early in the morning with a smile on his face.

Jamil has been training equestrianism for half a month, and Ross only came to teach him in the first week, and disappeared after he basically mastered the essentials.

According to Sherlock, Ross went back to the capital to attend the military meeting.

"Has Ross come back yet?" Jamil would still get annoyed unconsciously when he heard Ross's name.

In the previous week of getting along, he had been suppressing his anger and trying to avoid eye contact with Rose, so he passed that week safely.

Although he didn't know why Rose trained him, for him, he had only one purpose of training, that is to become stronger, and then repay him.

Fu Ross.

He will never forget that insult eight years ago, and he will never forget it. He will make Rose pay for everything he did back then.

"Yes, the governor arrived last night." Sherlock didn't notice the change in Jamil's mood, and still said with a smile.

The shooting training ground is in the military camp not far from the city hall. After Sherlock and Jamil arrived, Sherlock had just prepared the gun for Jamil and told him something.

Some basic shooting essentials, Ross and Hagrid are here.

Hagrid saw that Jamil was still disgusted, and Jamil naturally didn't show his face. When the two saw each other, they snorted coldly at the same time.

Look away.

"Governor Joseph is coming tomorrow, you and Hagrid are going to prepare the banquet." Rose approached the two, looked at Sherlock and said.

Sherlock looked surprised and said excitedly: "Is there a banquet going to be held? Have you drawn up the guest list?"

"You can figure it out."

"The local celebrity..."

"You decide."

"Governor Joseph, the banquet level..."

"You decide."

After three sentences in a row, Ross left Sherlock completely speechless. Is there any mistake? These should be decided by the Governor. Let him and Hai

If Ge decides, who will be responsible if something goes wrong?

Sherlock couldn't help but look at Hagrid asking for help, but unexpectedly, the latter just rolled his eyes, with an expression of not wanting to ask me.

Hey, Sherlock sighed heavily, decided not to harass Ross, who was obviously impatient, and left with Hagrid.

As soon as they left, the training room suddenly became very quiet. Jamil decided to ignore Rose as nothing, and raised his gun to aim at a distant target.

Just as he was about to try to shoot, a warm feeling suddenly rushed up from behind him, and then, a warm and broad chest surrounded him from behind.

Rose wrapped him in his arms and held his gun hand with both hands.

The bodies of the two fit together instantly, and Jamil could even feel the strong heartbeat in Rose's chest.

"Bastard, what are you doing!" The overly intimate contact between the bodies made Jamil struggle violently subconsciously.

The elbow slammed into Rose's ribs hard, and Jamil used all his strength in a rage.

Ross took a step sideways, grabbed Jamil's bumping wrist, pulled forward, and pulled his hand back.

"It's just teaching you how to shoot. What are you afraid of?"

The deep voice came directly to the ear, and the warm breath sprayed on the earlobe. Jamil was shocked, and he raised his foot and stepped on Rose.

Ross stepped aside and chuckled, "Jamil, you are not attractive enough to arouse my "sexual" interest, you can rest assured.

'

"Ross! You bastard!" Hearing this, Jamil became even more angry, wishing he could just cut Ross with a knife.

Rose easily suppressed all his struggles, and forced him back to the original position of holding the gun, playfully said: "If you struggle, at least you have to wait

After martial arts class. "

The implication in the words is self-evident, Jamil gritted his teeth, unable to stare at the people behind him, and could only stare viciously at the distant target.

With a "bang", Jamil fired a shot as if venting his anger.

The strong recoil made him rush back, deeper into Rose's arms.

"Based on your style of play, throwing yourself in your arms is also a kind of fun."

Ross finished speaking in a low voice, took Jamil's hand to move the position, and said again: "Shooting is an attack that pays attention to efficiency, aiming at the key parts of the enemy

For the situation where you are not sure, you can fire in two bursts. When you pull the trigger, you must start to pay attention to controlling the recoil, just like this. "

Along with the explanation, Ross clasped Jamil's hand and fired a shot, and the bullet accurately hit the forehead of the humanoid target in the distance.

Jamil was so angry that his teeth were itching. Although Rose disgusted him, he had to admit that this guy was really capable.

But it doesn't matter, he will definitely become stronger, and he will not let Ross trample under his feet forever!

Thinking of this, Jamil's body was no longer stiff, and he decided to ignore the heat source from behind, focus on aiming at the target, and began to practice shooting.

Rose let go of him shortly after and stepped back, watching him with interest as he worked hard.

Jamil with this appearance was finally a bit like the Jamil he was familiar with.

After a whole day of practice, Jamil only felt that his right hand was as heavy as lead, especially when he had to go back to the city hall with Rose after the practice.

It made him feel even more depressed.

Ross did not arrange a car to pick them up today, so the two had to walk back to the city hall from the military camp by themselves.

Rose remained silent on the road, and it was naturally impossible for Jamil to speak first, so he walked forward quickly.

Back at the city hall, Jamil was about to enter the building directly, but his eyes were attracted by a bunch of calamus flowers held by a maid.

His footsteps stopped involuntarily. Seeing that the maid came out from the back of the building, he couldn't help being curious and wanted to walk over to have a look.

Behind him, Rose glanced at his back, ignored him, and entered the city hall by himself.

Jamil turned to the back of the building, only to find that there was a courtyard there, which was not as grand and luxurious as the courtyard at the front, and the courtyard at the back was small.

Yes, it looks very elegant.

What really surprised Jamil was that the flower beds in the courtyard were full of calamus flowers.

The purple everywhere was rendered into a large area in the field of vision. Jamil stared at the flowers in a daze, then suddenly turned around and raised his head after a long while.

His room faced the city gate, so he couldn't see the courtyard here, but Rose's room and his office were facing that side

.

To his surprise, Rose was standing by the window of his office on the second floor, looking down.

At that moment, Jamil couldn't tell what the feeling was in his heart. He still stared at Ross with stubborn eyes, and Ross still remained expressionless.

look at him.

But in such a space where the four eyes are facing each other, something different seems to have quietly emerged.

"Mr. Vincent? Why are you here?"

An almost unfamiliar female voice sounded behind him, Jamil was taken aback for a moment, and turned his head to see that it was the maid holding the flowers who had just walked over.

Jamil remembered her as Natasha.

When he looked up again, Ross from the window on the second floor had disappeared, as if the previous confrontation was just Jamil's hallucination.

"I just saw you go out with calamus flowers in your hands. I came in to have a look because I was curious." Jamil squeezed out a smile.

Natasha approached him, turned around and looked at the flower bed and said with a smile: "These are all transplanted from the capital by Major General Ross. They are from the time when we were in the capital."

Then it was planted in the major general's house. "

"You said... Ross sent people to get these iris flowers?"

"Yes, it turns out that the roses and roses planted here are beautiful, but the major general may not like roses and roses.

iris flowers move over. "

Natasha said, she seemed a little helpless, she shook her head with a smile.

"Why does he plant calamus?"

"That's not clear. You should also know that the major general doesn't like to speak out what's in his heart. No one knows what he's thinking."

Jamil pondered for a while, of course he knew what Natasha said.

Ross had been a sullen and violent kid from the beginning, when he was the only one who was always alone in the refugee camp in Emerai.

But at that time, Jamil didn't feel that Rose's mind was difficult to guess. Maybe at that time, Rose had only one insistence, and that was to live.

.

Jamil suddenly realized that he used to know Ross very well, just as Ross once knew him very well.

Although they fight every time they meet, they have to admit that as long as they see each other, they can understand each other's thoughts.

Whether they were looking for bread or grabbing herbs, or looking for a new place to spend the night, at that time they knew each other's thoughts very well.

It's different now. During the eight years of separation, both of them have changed a lot. He no longer understands Ross, and Ross can't possibly know his heart now.

What are you thinking about.

"Major General used to like to sit quietly in the calamus bushes. I saw him meditating among the flowers several times. At that time, I thought, maybe

The major general is missing someone, someone related to calamus. "

Picking up the kettle to water the flowers, Natasha suddenly smiled and said something.

Jamil was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, he really couldn't imagine that there would be someone worthy of his nostalgia for that Rose.

"Mr. Vincent, do you know what the iris flower language is?" Natasha smiled when she saw that Jamil was still standing there after pouring the water

I asked again.

Jamil took a deep breath, with a complicated expression on his face, "The happiness of believers."

Natasha blinked in surprise, "You actually know? It's so rare, very few men know something like the language of flowers."

Jamil smiled slightly, "A long time ago, my mother told me."

I vaguely remember that when he was still very young, calamus was my mother's favorite flower, not only because the purple flowers were very beautiful when they were full, but also because

For its special flower language.

The happiness of believers, as long as you stick to your beliefs, you will definitely be able to obtain happiness.

In that year when the flames of war were raging in the sky, it was with this belief that his mother led him to persevere.

Although his mother died of a stray bullet later, he still always remembered his mother's words.

"Well, your mother must be a very cheerful and optimistic person, no matter what kind of difficulties she encounters, she can face them with a smile."

"Yeah, even death, she faces it with a smile."

"Ah... sorry."

"No, it's nothing, I don't mind mentioning my mother." Jamil smiled, and waved to Natasha, signaling her not to mind.

Although his mother has passed away, he believes that his mother passed away with a sense of happiness, and she is not in pain, so there is nothing to be sad about.

His mother was much luckier than those who lingered and lived in pain in the world.

"It's almost dinner time, Mr. Vincent, let's go back together."

"Well, let's go."

Talking and laughing with Natasha, they returned to the city hall building, and it was already time for dinner, Ross and Hagrid were already seated at the dining table, and Hagrid saw that Jay

Miller glared at him again.

These days, as long as Ross eats here, he must let Jamil eat with him, and Jamil is never polite, anyway, he eats Ross, it is a

No guilt at all.

On the contrary, Hagrid looked very unhappy every time he ate with him.

At the dinner table, Hagrid reported to Ross about the arrangements for tomorrow's banquet, and Ross listened silently, only nodding occasionally to show that he was listening.

Jamil ate his sumptuous dinner with his head down, not interested in what they were talking about.

He finally started special shooting training. He is actually very interested. After all, if he wants to go to the battlefield, whether his shooting ability is good or not will be directly related to

To be able to come back alive.

After eating, Hagrid left. Apart from some servants, only Rose and Jamil lived here. Hagrid and the others lived in the barracks.

In the nearby military living quarters.

"You have to attend the banquet tomorrow. I will have someone prepare the dress for you. Come back early tomorrow afternoon."

Going upstairs, Jamil was about to enter his room when he suddenly heard Rose say something behind him.

"Why should I participate!" Looking back, he asked angrily.

He knew that Joseph was the governor of Dosa, but he really couldn't think of such a boring banquet, what's more, this matter was different from his original

It doesn't matter.

"Joseph's father is the commander-in-chief of the Principality's army. This time you can join the military because of his father's help, so he wants to meet you." Rose's face was blank.

He answered with an expression.

"I didn't ask you to let me enlist in the military. If you want to thank me, you can go by yourself." After Jamil snorted coldly, he pushed open the door of his room and raised his foot

Just walk in.

Rose said unhurriedly from behind: "It's okay if you really don't want to go, I can ask Mrs. Vincent to come over, she should be willing to replace you

Thanks Joseph. "

"How dare you!" Jamil clenched his fists when he mentioned his adoptive mother.

Rose approached his door, and the voice came directly, "You can try it, I dare or not."

Jamil gritted his teeth, and slammed the door shut with a "bang".

"Wow, Jamil, you're really quick at learning. The accuracy rate on the second day of shooting training exceeded [-]%. How did you do it?"

Looking at the accuracy rate that jumped out on the electronic screen, Sherlock's eyes widened in surprise.

Although it is said that Jamil was personally guided by Major General Ross, and the training environment is indeed relatively good, but the accuracy rate can be achieved the next day after touching the gun.

It's so unbelievable!

There was a weird smile on the corner of Jamil's mouth, and he raised his gun again to aim at the human target, gritted his teeth and said, "Next time, try to treat the human target as your heart."

The most hated person in the game, the accuracy rate will definitely increase. "

Just like him now, for him, every human target on the opposite side is a Ross Campbell!

Sherlock obviously still didn't understand, and murmured, "Hey? What do you mean by being the person you hate the most?"

"It's just that you imagine the person you hate in your head, and then shoot hard."

"Then I don't have anyone I hate, what should I do?"

"..."

Jamil chose silence speechlessly, this guy still said he was pure and kind?Just kidding, the purest and kindest person in the world is probably Charlotte

C. Fowles?

There is not even a single annoying person, is there such a person in this world?

But speaking of it, he actually hated Ross, and even someone like Hagrid who had a problem with him actually felt that he could bear it.

.

But Ross... As soon as the light gray figure appeared in his mind, Jamil felt disgusted from the bottom of his heart, and with a "bang", his hand

As soon as the gun fired, a small hole appeared in the heart of the humanoid target not far away.

Sherlock was taken aback by the evil spirit that appeared on his face at that moment, and leaned closer and asked, "Jamil, who is the person you hate so much? It must be

A heinous villain! "

Jamil aimed at the target again, narrowed his eyes slightly, and his voice became very deep, "Ah, you are right, I will kill him one day."

Sherlock blinked his eyes, thought for a while and said to himself: Jamil was just joking, how could such a kind person like him kill people?

Well.

When it was almost evening, Sherlock reminded Jamil that it was almost time to go back and make preparations for the banquet.

Jamil was having a blast blasting the heads of three humanoid targets, but when he heard Sherlock stop, he felt very disappointed.

Throwing the gun, he muttered with some displeasure: "Ross, that bastard, even forced me to attend this kind of banquet."

"Jamil, you are the vice-deputy of the governor now, of course you are going to the banquet." Sherlock answered casually as he was finishing his gun.

"What did you say? What deputy?"

"Huh? Didn't Major General Ross tell you? Your job is tentatively as his deputy."

"..."

"Major Hagrid has been thinking about this position for many years, but the governor has not arranged for anyone to take it up. Now I will let you take it directly. It can be seen that

He is very optimistic about you, no wonder he focuses on training you. "

Sherlock thought very simply, and was happy for Jamil from the bottom of his heart. You must know that the position of deputy governor enjoys a lot of power in the Emerald area.

Higher ones, even if their own military rank is not high, it has no effect at all.

But Jamil felt his scalp tingling, he frowned and asked, "What is the deputy going to do?"

"I don't know the details, but there should be a lot of things to do. Anyway, he is directly subordinate to the governor. He has high power and can follow the governor all day.

side. "

When Sherlock said this, his eyes lit up, obviously feeling that this position was very enviable.

But when Jamil heard that he was going to be with Ross all day, he felt uncomfortable. That bastard, talking about making these arrangements by himself, what the hell was he thinking?

Sample!

Back to the city hall with Sherlock, Natasha sent a dress, a gorgeous and exquisite silver-gray tuxedo, which was worn on Jamil, so that Sherlock

And Natasha was almost drooling watching.

Jamil looked at himself in the mirror and had a headache. He had been living a very difficult life before, and it was the first time he wore such a high-end dress.

Because it was the first time, he felt very uncomfortable.

Following Sherlock, who also changed into a dress, they went out, and they went to the place where the banquet was held - the Governor's Palace.

The Governor's Mansion was built by the former Governor of Emerald with a lot of money. The former Governor was a extravagant extravagance, so the Governor's Mansion was built quite

It's gorgeous, and occupies an area larger than the Grand Place in Emerald.

It is said that Ross didn't live in the Governor's Mansion once after taking office because he didn't like the extravagant atmosphere that filled it everywhere, but lived in it all the time.

In the city hall.

This time, I had to borrow the Governor's Mansion because I wanted to entertain Dosa's Governor Joseph.

The Governor's Mansion has already made sufficient preparations for the banquet, and many guests have already arrived. Hagrid was busy entertaining the guests with his people. When he saw Sherlock

, gritted his teeth and said in dissatisfaction: "I remember telling you to come here early today, why is it so late!"

Sherlock scratched his head and said with a smile: "Sorry, Major, I was too engrossed in watching Jamil's shooting, let me tell you, it's only the second day

, his accuracy rate has reached..."

"Shut up, is this the time to talk about this? Hurry up and greet the guests together!"

"Yes, yes, I'm going right now."

"Tell the guy you brought to the lounge on the second floor, where the two Governors are." Hagrid squinted at Jamil, his tone a bit nasty.

He saw that Jamil was really upset. After so many years of hard work, he couldn't take the position of deputy. This guy only appeared for more than half a month.

Sitting up comfortably.

Even worse, this guy seems to be very disrespectful to the governor!

"Go ahead, I'll go up by myself." Hearing Hagrid's words, Jamil patted Sherlock on the shoulder.

"Okay, I'll go to work first." Sherlock smiled at Jamil.

Jamil went upstairs by himself, the banquet was held on the first floor, the second floor was relatively quiet, only one room door was open, and Jamil knew that the room should be

It was the drawing room Hagrid had spoken of.

He walked over and was about to knock on the door. The man standing by the window in the room had already turned his head. The man was about 30 years old, and his body was slightly fatter.

, the hair on the front of the head seems to be running out.

"You must be Jamil Vincent."

The man laughed when he saw Jamil, and looked at him from head to toe with a pair of sneaky eyes, which made him feel a little creepy for some reason

Horror.

"Yes, you should be Joseph? Governor of Manhattan." Jamil walked into the room and bowed respectfully to the man.

"Exactly, you are as beautiful as the rumors say, as beautiful as an angel." Joseph said, walking towards Jamil.

Jamil twitched the corner of his mouth, he would not be happy about such rumors.

Joseph stopped in front of Jamil, suddenly stretched out his hand to lift his chin, and whispered with a lewd smile: "I don't know that you are such a beauty, Rosken doesn't

Will you give me one night? "

His words were too blunt and obscene, Jamil suddenly widened his eyes, his mind went blank, his body reacted intuitively, and he slapped Joe away.

Joseph's hand.

"You dare to do something to me!" Joseph obviously didn't expect Jamil to slap him away, his expression changed.

Jamil had seen through what kind of person he was, but due to the identity of the other party, he couldn't get angry, so he could only turn around and leave with a livid face.

Unexpectedly, Joseph did not give up, and grabbed Jamil's shoulder from behind, "Want to leave? It's not that easy. You won't let President Ben

It's fun for the governor, don't even think about leaving! "

As soon as these words came to his ears, Jamil immediately blew up. He grabbed Joseph's hand, turned around, stepped forward, and slammed his shoulders hard.

When he fell, Joseph, who was at least [-] kilograms fatter than him, fell out.

With a "bang—" Joseph fell heavily to the ground, and immediately began to howl.

Jamil was so angry that he clenched his hands into fists, wishing he could go up and punch that ugly face again.

At this time, footsteps came from the other end of the corridor, and the familiar and regular footsteps made Jamil's body slightly stiff.

Rose walked over with a blank expression, his light gray pupils seemed to be condensed with thousands of years of ice.

"Ross! You, your deputy dared to hit me!" Joseph got up in embarrassment and roared at Ross.

Ross walked between the two and stood still, without asking what happened, but glanced at Jamil, who was full of anger, and suddenly waved his hand, a

A heavy slap landed on Jamil's face.

Jamil was unprepared, and was suddenly slapped by him, almost falling to the ground.

Red marks immediately appeared on his fair cheeks. He covered his face and stared at the red carpet in the corridor with his eyes wide open.

Ross helped Joseph pull his clothes, patted the ashes on his body, and slightly raised the corners of his mouth and said, "I'm sorry, Governor Joseph, I've let you down.

The meeting has already started, let's go down first. "

Although the words seemed to be very respectful to Joseph, they did not blame Jamil from the beginning to the end. Rose's attitude made Joseph a little dissatisfied, but

Seeing Jamil's red and swollen mouth corners and his absent-minded look, he finally let out a sigh of relief, snorted coldly, and left with a flick of his sleeves.

Rose accompanies him downstairs without another glance at Jamil.

Jamil stood in the corridor, looked at Rose's back, and gritted his teeth.