The Undead Team Stands on the Ark of Tomorrow

With the arrival of another batch of food from Ceobe, there was no room for it on the table, so San and Laplande sat at the drink bar next to them, leaving Ceobe to continue to drink.

Wagging his tail, Laplande turned his shoulders.

It's been a while since I've hacked anyone, and I'm still a little unaccustomed to it.

Stirring the coffee with a spoonful of milk with a spoon, she murmured nostalgicly.

"It's been a long time since I drank coffee. I remember last time, Texas was still next to me."

San finished the last coffee and wiped the overflow from the corner of his mouth with his index finger.

"Texas... that's who you're looking for."

"Yes, Texas! Haha! Texas!!"

As soon as this name was mentioned, Laplande immediately let out a smirk even more silly than Ceobe.

"She is the turning point in my life, the most important wedge in my life, and the other me in the world hahahaha."

The crazy pupils showed real concern. In the eyes of this already crazy wolf, perhaps only that existence has a special meaning.

"Quiet, don't go crazy here."

Sang pressed her mouth indifferently, and looked around, making the people around who were attracted by the wild laughter turn their heads back in shock.

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooools

Returning to his usual polite mafia state, Laplande's laughter still contained an unconcealable madness.

Ore disease not only affects the body, but also pushes her mental state to a more extreme side.

"Speaking of employers, haven't you looked for something else? Whether it's an ideal or a person, what color do you want to paint your life in the future?"

San was taken aback.

Thinking of Diaros who had been resurrected from another world, his pupils, which rarely changed, flashed an unknown color.

"...At least, confirm that there is no more black."

The abyss must be erased.

Looking at that extremely pure will, Laplande's mouth evoked a bright and mad smile, and his eyes showed joyful joy.

"Great! I like the look in your employer's eyes, the purity is too high. Although you seem to be usually indifferent, these are clearly... a madness that is thicker than mine!"

How long and profound is it to fight alone to hone such a will.

"Employer, you are a wolf, more wolf than me."

The reason why she chose to follow Sang was because she saw, saw the figure like her own end, all meaning and value did not exist, and she was so lonely that only pure will itself remained.

Like a barren land.

No, it was a barren sea of ​​ashes.

In the past, she had received irreparable wounds, inevitably shaken, lost her own pack of wolves, and would never join another pack of wolves again.

San took another sip of coffee, calmly tolerating Laplande's random interpretation.

"Lapland, you are a wolf who wants to break free and go to the wilderness. Your way is unrefined because of madness, and your time is not enough because of disease. You can't find the answer in me, no matter how you think , the opportunity for thinking and the solution are still buried deep in the wedge of the past."

"You have to face it after all, and finally think clearly and make a farewell."

The smile on Laplande's face froze slightly, she was not used to the discomfort of being completely seen through.

The worse the world is, the less there is no shortage of lunatics. Even if she walks on the road of lunatics, in Sang's eyes, she is just a common occurrence.

Undoubtedly, this is reasonable and correct advice.

But a wolf is a wolf after all, a cold-blooded, iron-blooded, warm-blooded, cruel creature.

What's more, Laplande's mental abnormalities are far beyond ordinary people, and he is a lone wolf who has stepped into the road of madness.

"Hee hee, what a lovely suggestion, my dear employer~"

Laplande suddenly leaned over, with a dangerously delicate smile on her pretty face, and said in a serious and joking manner.

"I really like you~ So, can you please stand still and let me try to chop off your head."

Madness is a wound that never heals.

The bright red pupils looked down and met the bright silver pupils.

After a moment of silence, San stretched out his hand and placed it gently on top of Laplande's head.

"Ok?"

In the next second, the palm of the hand suddenly exerted force, and directly pressed down the mad wolf.

The entire table let out a loud cry in an instant, and the cracks began to spread around the head.

He opened his mouth.

"Lapland, whenever I try to listen to you, you suddenly go crazy."

The light of restoration flashed by, and the desktop was intact again in the next moment.

A few seconds later, Laplande raised his head nonchalantly against the bleeding head.

"Oh, I feel a little more awake."

Sang gave her a recovery, and noncommittally ordered another cup of coffee to the boss who turned his head when he heard the movement.

At this time, the doorbell rang, and the blond social animal with a briefcase and a band-aid on his face stepped in and sat right next to Sang.

"Boss, have a cappuccino."

Chapter 27: The Despondent

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"........."

"………Ah."

When the golden social animal sat down, San continued to wait for the coffee in silence, while Laplande widened his eyes and let out a funny laugh.

It is the taste of the strong.

Manna Linguang glanced at the man next to him, and after a few seconds, his brows were slightly frowned.

"Last night, it was you."

"it's me."

Sang took the coffee and answered calmly.

Half a minute later, the store manager handed Manna's cappuccino to him, and at this moment, the discouraged golden Pegasus spoke again.

"You don't seem like someone from the Fearless Alliance."

“How come you see?”

"The whole body exudes the smell of going its own way."

Similar but not arrogance, but arrogance like an eagle flying alone.

Don't rely on others to elevate yourself, but stick to your essential status and beliefs, let your will give full play, and don't confuse it with anything else.

In the past, he also had such a taste.

But for the man in front of him, the will frozen in his eyes is far stronger than his own back then, approaching or perhaps surpassing the realm of madness and bewilderment.

"Last night, I was chasing down the white killer."

"So that's the case, have I been affected? That Platinum is really lucky."

In just a few words, the two solved the misunderstanding, and even if they had fought, their expressions and tone were the same as before.

"I've heard of you. You've made a big fuss these days. I don't understand. A strong man like you should have no reason to participate in that ridiculous knight competition. Where are you from?"

"A distant place you don't know. Participating in the competition is just to save travel money."

A strong man who came from nowhere came to Casimir, and usually there were conspiracies from other countries hidden behind him. Because of this, Manna's eyes were rare and sharp.

And before he could speak, it was Sang's turn.

"What are you doing?"

"As you can see."

At a glance on the street, white-collar briefcases can be seen everywhere.

"I came to this country, and I have never seen anyone stronger than you. With your strength, why do you do nothing and curl up under the rules?"

"………Nothing to do with you."

"Then my business has nothing to do with you."

"........."

"For the current anger and disappointment, and for the confusion of the future path, I have seen it many times, and you are already discouraged."

Manna frowned slightly.

The feeling of being seen through is not pleasant, especially for him who still has arrogance deep in his heart.

"Please don't speak in the posture of an elder. Judging from the appearance, you are younger than me."

"I don't have the time to show everyone the way. The posture of this body is just the fullness of the flesh. What's more, the time I walked is higher than your cognition."

... no wonder.

After taking a sip of coffee, Manna Linguang let out a breath.

This person always has the same sense of vicissitudes and experience as his father, that is, the hero of Casimir, Cyril Linguang.

In the land of Terra, the gap in lifespan between different races can be huge. For example, the lifespan of Pitram is much longer than that of ordinary Filin and Liboli. According to one of his acquaintances, Sarkaz, for example, Sarkaz, who has an ancient bloodline like a demon, has a physique that is almost eternally youthful.

Without asking much, he accepted the information nonchalantly.

"I advise you to leave Casimir as soon as possible. In today's country, both the road and the belonging have been plunged into darkness and cannot be found."

"There's nothing you can do?"

"I can not do anything."

"Are you indifferent?"

"I... have nothing to do with you."

Manna closed her eyes.

Looking at the belief that had taken root in those bright red eyes, he almost couldn't help it, and he counterattacked and asked questions.

"I can see that you are walking on a dark road. Those who try to cross the fire in the dark often only get burned."

"In the face of rough and sharp stones, can you pass barefoot without wavering?"

"It's just flat, it's just a little bit of wind and frost."

San drank his own coffee.

"Don't try to find something in me. Unlike you, I have no worries, and I won't be caught by anything."

Manna's fingers trembled, and tired complexities appeared in her eyes.

Thinking of those two nieces and Linguang who was already crumbling, he would recall his father's sigh when he was dying.

"Then... where is your path?"

San shook his head.

"There has never been a road, but when someone walks through it, it becomes a road."

The disheartened Pegasus suddenly raised his head, and saw a dead end with no results from his side.

Then he looked into those eyes again, saw the same arrogance, but this time it was more than that, he saw, just like himself, something burning in his eyes.

...was anger, more hysterical than the sullenness he had repressed, burning like hell.

Just when he felt a little sluggish, the phone rang.

"Supervisor? Work is not.. mistake.. ok.. ok, I understand, I'll be right back."