The Undead Team Stands on the Ark of Tomorrow

Instinctively picked up the briefcase, and naturally accepted the urging, he put down his cell phone and silently looked at the remaining half cup of cold coffee.

Finally, he gave San a deep look.

"... Farewell."

"Ah."

The golden pegasus once again ran towards its own busyness.

And watching his leaving back, Laplande, who had been silent all the time, was a little disappointed.

"It's so boring that such a strong person would voluntarily be restrained under the rules~"

"It's just that the discouraged person who is still looking for the way, when he can't bear it anymore, his sword will naturally come out of its sheath again."

The premise is not to wait until you are completely discouraged and then burn yourself, leaving only a momentary afterglow.

Standing up, looking at Ceobe who was lying down to sleep soundly after eating, he picked up the bill that was so long that it almost reached his feet.

"Let's go, you carry her back."

"Yes, yes, alas, I never thought that I would be a nanny one day."

"Speaking of employers, although I don't understand what you just said, have you ever been discouraged?"

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"I haven't thought about it."

"never thought before?"

"Because I knew the result from the beginning, and knew that there was only a dead end ahead, so I didn't expect a shortcut. After all, the road has to be blazed."

It's man-made.

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Chapter 28: The Coward

Leaving the cafe, bathed in the fiery red sunset, San thought while walking on the street, but stopped in front of a tavern.

The sweet smell and the smell of wine mixed together and came out from the crack of the door. If Ceobe was beside him, he would definitely rush in drooling.

Thinking of this, Sang was about to pass by.

"Oh! Isn't this Sang!"

Suddenly, someone in the tavern stopped him.

"Dialos?"

And at the dining table, there was indeed a familiar figure.

"What a coincidence, they bumped into each other. Want to have a drink?"

Wearing a plain white shirt, Diaros held the wine in one hand, chewed the skewer in his hand, and nodded to him.

Beside him, Kuranta, who was plainly dressed and looked somewhat timid and tired, asked him.

"Mr. Diaros, is this..."

"That's right, this is Fran who has caused a sensation in the city recently."

As a visitor from another world, Sang also wanted to know more information from him. Facing this rare opportunity, he nodded and sat down beside him.

"Please advise."

"No, no, it's me who should be the one to ask for advice. I was able to meet Mr. Fran here."

You know, the whole city has been searching like crazy for the past few days, and almost no one can find Sang's figure, just like a ghost.

"My name is Markowitz! This... this is my business card!"

"Don't be nervous, I'm just here for a meal."

Reaching out to take it, Sang ordered beer and recommended dishes to the calm and serious boss, who was not at all affected by the news.

"Do you two know each other?"

Diaros took a sip of his wine and replied.

"It's a drinking buddy. We both come to this store often, and we get to know each other over time."

"Diaros helped me solve several difficult advertising orders sent by the company. I am really grateful."

"Don't say that, it's just helping friends."

While drinking, Diaros's face also flushed a few times, and the character of the noble young master in the past slightly surfaced after being drunk.

"It's rare to meet you here tonight, Sang, so it's decided, I will pay for today's consumption!"

Markowitz quickly persuaded.

"That's not good, we should pay ourselves..."

"Hey! Just do me a favor! I'm a knight of the Khoslaw family! It's worth the money!"

Markowitz wanted to say something more, but Sang took a sip of his wine and stopped him.

"Let him alone, you can't persuade him."

"Oh, thank you, Boss Diaros."

Listening to the two drinking more and more wine and becoming less and less aware of the so-called chatting and muddling, Sang Momo quickly continued to eat and chew.

At this time, Diaros was already a little drunk, and threw the empty glass to the boss for a refill. He lowered his head and let out a long breath, complaining from the bottom of his heart.

"What do you think is ideal?"

Suddenly, he asked something like what a junior high school teacher would say in the previous era.

Markowitz also drank the wine, and the flush on his face slightly eased his shrinking and the sadness on his face.

"I don't understand. After I entered the society as an adult, I realized that it is not easy to stick to ideals. It is really not easy. Now, just to survive, you need to use all your thoughts and strength. How to talk about ideals."

Since the start-up failed and the company was incorporated and became a vagrant, the fire in the young heart has been completely extinguished now that one family after another submitted their resumes and asked for admission.

"Mr. Diaros, what ideals did you have before?"

While hearing his question, Diaros froze for a moment, and even his drunken face seemed to be clear for a moment.

He fell silent blankly, and finally spoke after a while.

"My ideal is actually quite childish. In the beginning, my ideal was just to be like my longing brother."

"Do you have any brothers?"

"Well, and unlike me, a useless coward, he is a very good knight. Whether it is talent, will, aptitude or anything else, he is far above me."

He smiled, but that smile was extremely complicated.

"Compared to me, he is the one who truly deserves the title of Knight of Blood Words. You know, a family is only allowed to have one cavalier. Generally speaking, between the eldest son and the second son who are not much different in age, generally There will be some contradictions and competitions.”

"But I don't have such troubles in my family, because I am too weak to be competitive. It sounds funny."

While speaking, he stretched out his palm.

Those are a pair of woman's hands. Compared with his calloused elder brother who has been training and fighting since childhood, he is simply a bunch of flowers growing in a greenhouse.

"I definitely love my elder brother, but also, I'm jealous of him, so when I was young, I also wanted to prove myself, to prove to everyone that I was no worse than that person."

That's a stupid idea.

And the naive delusion of young people's emotions is always accompanied by loss and brokenness.

During the trip, he took Renia with him as a handmaiden, and he was used to being taken care of since he was spoiled and raised.

And soon he regretted it.

If they failed to protect them well, on that dangerous land, when they met again after disappearing once, what they saw was a cold corpse lying on the ground.

For the first time, he experienced life and death, and suffered the price of naive ideals.

Anger, despair, regret.

Endless negative emotions impacted his heart, and he wanted revenge!Just like the protagonist in a novel, using his own weapon, he will return his pain a hundred times to those despicable people who killed his maid!

However, when he really found his enemy and stood in front of Tanis, the hostess of the volcano mansion, and felt her powerful courage and the unfathomable strength of the guardian knight behind him, he felt fear, which was the fear of death. of fear.

Can't win.

Before the fight started, he understood this.

Even... not even the courage to do it.

And perhaps seeing through his cowardly cowardice, the hostess sent him a bewitching invitation instead.

"A true hero will deliberately choose a path of filth and uncleanness"

This sentence changed his mind.

No, he escaped with this sentence.

Escaped from revenge and cold reality, betrayed the dead and his own will, just like a teenager in adolescence, just ignorantly escaping to his ideal.

Just like a clown...

So stupid, so vile, so ridiculous.

It's so ridiculous.

However, even if he is determined to smear his hands with blood, how can Diaros's white and tender hands kill those compatriots who have been killed in the bloody storm?

After repeated assassination attempts failed, he was finally willing to recognize the reality - he was just a pathetic but shameless idiot.

Giving up on revenge would shame the family, brother Yuno may be right, he shouldn't have walked on this impossible path, and killed people who he cared about and cared about him for nothing.

What face do you have to live?

What else are you going to do?

What the hell can you do?

Wandering on the earth in despair, one day, he came to the mysterious Pot Village that he had only heard about in rumors, and a little pot that was picking flowers accepted him, a useless guy.

Looking at Diaros' white and tender hand, Xiaohu made an unexpected request, asking Diaros to be their victor.

For the first time he felt needed.

Not others, but need yourself.

Even with my own hands that can't do anything, there are still things that can be done.

It's really... really good.

This is his redemption.

The man who used to be a noble young master leaned over and carefully learned the skills of the Weihu with his dirty hands.

The self who wanted to catch up with his brother must not be able to understand it, it was meaningful enough for him.

However, like the bad taste of fate, happiness can never last.

On a dark and stormy night, Hucun encountered despicable poachers who aimed at the fragments of the warrior's pot. They burned, killed and looted, smashing the beauty he valued and the happiness he had regained with difficulty.

So this time, he didn't hesitate any longer. After declaring his name uprightly for the last time, he threw himself into the only death battle in his life like moths flying to the flame with a whip.

The results were as expected.

He really isn't the main character.

He had lost consciousness once during the battle, and he was already dying and couldn't move a single finger, and at the last moment of his death, the nameless faded person he had seen in the past came to him.

"I... am I protected?"

Stare at him.

He was looking forward to, and also dreading, the answer that was about to be spoken.

And silent for a few seconds, looking at the broken pots with corpses strewn all over the place, and then looking back at the only surviving small pot, the faded man nodded silently.

"Ah... I caught up. Even an incompetent person like me can die to protect others, so he doesn't deserve the name of Khosrow..."

Thinking so.