The feeling of rebirth is hard to restrain

There were bursts of laughter downstairs, the sound of wine glasses clinking, the sound of women and men flirting, the sound of the bartender cursing... In the evening, the business of the bar became more and more prosperous, separated by a thin wooden board There was no way to block the multitude of voices.

Williams couldn't sleep with his eyes open.

I always feel itchy on my body. I don’t know if it’s a psychological illusion or because the quilt is not clean enough, or there are fleas on the bed. Williams feels itchy and tired all over his body after tossing around, and he is mentally sleepy, but physically can not sleep.

"Master, I'm sorry, this one is already better..." David said in a low voice, the hotels in the city basically follow this kind of business model, with the bar below and the living quarters above.

"It's okay." Williams turned his head: "Go to bed quickly."

"Master, it would be better for you to cover your ears with this pillow..." David whispered.

"Yeah." Williams took it over, covering his ears with two pillows, and the noise was much less.

He closed his eyes and meditated, and in the dark night came a sneer and a vague voice: "...Young master should be a sheep obediently at home..."

Williams ignored him, he knew he had been trying to piss him off, or he was very dissatisfied with himself, dissatisfied that the boss in his mind was being used by him.

Williams knew the general reason, but he was not interested in negotiating with Scar, he only needed to know that Scar absolutely obeyed Crabbe, and Crabbe obeyed him...that was enough.

Time seemed to pass very slowly. The bar downstairs started to be noisy from the original, and gradually calmed down after nightfall, with only a few laughs and loud shouts occasionally.

At this time, Williams was no longer sleepy. He opened his eyes and looked at the moonlight coming in through the window.There are tiny particles floating in the moonlight, which looks very beautiful and quiet, just like the goddess of night dancing in the moonlight.

When he calmed down, another figure appeared in Williams' mind.

He closed his eyes and forcibly suppressed the person in his heart.

Thinking about what he is doing now, wondering if he fell asleep crying, wondering if he was angry with me and left without saying goodbye, wondering if he covered the quilt properly, wondering if his servant was rude to him again...

miss him……

When I calm down, I miss him even more.

Williams stretched out his arm to block his gaze.

If he and him were born 20 years later, he would love him desperately at this moment.

It's a pity that ifs are always missing in this world.

The reality is he and he lives in this era.

Live in these demanding times.

If the reality is that there must be one person suffering, then he would rather bear it all by himself.

It seems that after a while, the sky dawned.

Crabbe sat up.

"Going out to exercise?"

"Um."

"I'll go too." Williams also sat up.

Crabbe made no objection, but slowed down in getting dressed.

The weather in the morning seemed to be colder due to the overnight precipitation.

Williams let out a breath, looking at the whiteness in front of his eyes.

"I don't understand why you're here to suffer." Crabbe said suddenly, turning his head and looking him up inquiringly. "You had a good birth, a good family... If you just want to be successful, there are many ways... "

"Who says no, it's a pity that this is not what I want." Williams said lightly.

"Rebellious? Yes, you will have such thoughts at your age..." Crabbe raised the corners of his mouth mockingly: "But you will regret it soon."

"Or can you keep watching?" Williams was not angry, still very calm.

Perhaps no one in this era will understand his approach, but he believes that in another ten years, they will understand.

Or it may not be ten years... Williams looked at his white hands.

He knew that he would never become like a commoner, and just looking at those clean hands was enough to tell his birth.

Just who cares?Some things don't have to be so clear.

"I'm watching," Crabbe said, and ran off without a word.

Williams followed him without being left behind.

It snowed last night, so the ground was gray and white, and the shoes stepped on the snow, silently like silent ghosts, leaving only footprints.

After running for a while, Williams felt his body warm up a lot.

Back at the hotel, he saw that David had already bought breakfast, and there was a pile of food on the table in the corner.

Scar held the black bread and smiled at Williams: "Young master, did you sleep well last night?"

"Really, Toray." Williams smiled with a gentle smile.

Scar immediately felt bored, no matter how provocative he was, the boy never got angry, not even a trace of anger could be seen on his face, as calm as well water in a deep well, without any ripples.

Is this a fucking kid?

Crabbe still lived alone eating breakfast, neither adding to the conversation nor stopping Scar.

Williams felt that his body seemed to be able to endure the cold better than before, and he thought bitterly: People really come out of suffering, there is nothing they can’t do, only they don’t want to do it.

David still followed Williams step by step, as faithful as a knight.

There were not many people on the street in the morning, only a few women carrying baskets and wrapping their entire heads in scarves hurried past.

Williams and the others walked for three hours to the small courtyard where the college was located.

"Hey, it's not bad here." Scar smiled cheaply: "It's connected together, it will be spectacular if it burns."

Gary next to him said solemnly: "That's right, we are researching a material to paint, which can prevent fires when applied to wooden blocks... Do you know how serious the fire is? There have been 130 seven occurrences in the past six months. It is too dangerous to make a house out of wood, so we plan to make a new material, which contains..."

Gary has a steady stream of ideas from his students.

"..." Scar.

He was confused, what kind of water and wood were soaked together, and then what was added... What are these things?

"Wait... I don't understand these things, you don't need to introduce me." Dao Scar evoked a smirk: "I only know how to beat people and kill people... If you let me stab|stab you a few times, I may would be more interested."

Gary's eyes lit up: "Do you like to study the human body? In fact, this is also good, but there are really too few corpses that can be obtained. After cutting them up a few times, they can only be sewn up for reuse... Ah, I heard that you are secretly Is it from the street? Are there often corpses in the dark street? How about you make a price, and we can talk about this issue..."

"..." Scar.

He accepted it, the people doing the research are awesome, and the terrible thing of cutting the human body into pieces can be said in a fanatical tone... It feels more terrifying than the people in the dark street.

"People in the dark street live and die in the dark street." Crabbe said flatly.

"You mean we go to your side to open a laboratory? Is this okay?" Gary looked at Williams: "William Williams, have you bought any yards in the dark street? Actually, this is also a good research subject, If we can better understand people's bodies, we don't have to rely on those masters to treat diseases in the future. I always feel that we can heal ourselves... those masters are always so busy..." Gary's voice suddenly dropped go down.

Williams knew why, his mother was seriously ill, but when he hired a master, he was always pushed around because he had no power... In this day and age, there is no emphasis on medicine, so his mother died of illness like this.

"Not safe," Williams said veiledly.

He even wanted to say that although there were many dead people there, but the morality was degraded, I am afraid that many people would go to inform them for a few gold coins...

Gary looked very disappointed, and muttered, "Anyway, everyone is dead, so it doesn't matter to us..."

Scar moved silently to the other side, standing behind Crabbe, perfectly concealing himself.

He wanted to say that even if a person died, as his relatives or friends...he didn't want him to die without a whole body--enemies were another matter.

Just like his brothers died a lot, but as long as he can find the corpses, he will bury them well...

This is not a question of whether there is a relationship, but a basic principle of a person...

Williams was very calm: "Let's take it one step at a time. Don't you have anything else to do?" He clearly remembered that the college was very busy.

"In addition to this, we have other research. By the way, didn't you propose... oh, something called a gun? The concept is very good. We have already made a prototype, but the slingshot is not very good. It always There is no way to recover from being stuck, and there is no way to continue after shooting|shooting a stone..." Gary continued to murmur.

Williams finally regained his energy. Only gunpowder and guns can be manufactured, so he can better protect himself: "Then do more experiments."

"Well, but in terms of money..." Gary said shyly. In fact, since Williams joined, their research has progressed by leaps and bounds. Coupled with the novel concepts Williams puts forward from time to time, Gary can't wait to send people Directly tied to the academy to do research well.

It's just that no matter what experiment you do, you need materials, and you need money to buy materials... Gary himself is not rich, and neither are the rest of the academy.

The only beneficiary is Williams, but Williams is only 12 years old, not yet an age where he can make his own decisions.

"I'm going to send someone another round of money," Williams said.

But he did the math, if this continues, the pressure will be really great... He has several properties, but not many of them can be turned into dark money, and his mother is keeping an eye on big accounts.

The thought of money gave Williams another headache.

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It will be a little later on Wednesday...because I forgot that I still have tutoring...

About ten o'clock more...

My parents called yesterday and I just remembered that I forgot to promise someone orz