Edge of the Apocalypse
Chapter 555: Boys And Men

At the end of the banquet, it was already a dinner party. The guests left very quietly, afraid that they would disturb Ou Ban, who was getting more and more seriously injured. Even though Ou Ban's dormitory was quite a distance away from the banquet hall, even if the music was loud, he would not hear even a single note. However, the guests still left the stage like ghosts. Carriages circled the castle square one by one, and the rotating wheels were imprinted on the mist-stained ground, leaving behind intricate traces like water snakes.

The wind lamp hanging in front of the carriage cast a faint yellow halo under the gradually pervading mist, illuminating a corner of the night and pulling out a long shadow of the carriage at the same time. The other end of the shadow merged into the darkness of the night without any distinction between them.

Alan did not ride in the carriage. He let the carriage go back first and walked on the streets of Ark Harbor. The street at midnight was very quiet, but it wasn't so quiet that not even half a person could be seen. Under the dim yellow streetlights, one or two drunkards would occasionally be seen dragging wine bottles as they staggered down the street. They would even lie directly in the middle of the street, and the next morning, naturally, patrolling soldiers blew their whistles to expel them.

You'll also see dressed up women dressed in dazzling skirts standing at street lamps or bars. Every time a man passed by, they would put on all sorts of attractive postures. When there was no one around, their bodies trembled slightly in the light to resist the midnight cold. After all, it was already autumn, and soon it would be winter.

The city is tired and asleep. The crisscrossed clouds in the sky made the night sky appear complicated. The clouds were thick tonight, blocking the moonlight and stars. Alan suddenly stopped and looked up at the night sky. He realized that it had been a long time since he looked up at the sky like this. He has been busy since returning to Planet Heaven from Earth. He suddenly felt confused. Life was hard before he was ten years old. Hunting with the pack of wolves, the goal every day was to be able to hunt enough food and survive. So repeated, monotonous, but satisfied; After ten years of age, life has changed dramatically.

Nowadays, he no longer had to worry about food, but his goal in life had become blurry. Nowadays, the goal is no longer a fat rabbit or a calf that can be satisfied every day. That goal became bigger, and Alan needed to harvest more every day to fill some of the corners.

Is this the kind of life I want? Alan asked himself this. He joined the death arena, entered Dawn Academy, headed to Nether Domain Star, and now he was on an expedition to the Outer Realm. All of this seemed to have an invisible hand pushing Allen forward, but the pace of the entire process was too fast, so fast that Allen had never thought of himself. Until now, the aura of death wrapped around Orban's body was like an alarm bell, ringing in Alan's heart, urging him to think about himself.

Thinking about all of this, was it what he wanted?

The instructor of the academy once said that people always need to have ideals. Because there are ideals, talent has the motivation to move forward; And ideals change, and the higher you stand, the greater the ideals.

Allen was too ambitious.

Ten years old, the ideal life is not to rush for food every day; After ten years old, he hoped to get a good position in the large family of Bethcodd, so that he could borrow the family's power to accomplish some things, such as finding the man named Archimedes, and sending the devil's praise to his chest according to his mother's will.

But now, he was already one of the successors of the clan, and he even had a foothold on Colonial Planet. However, his body was also carrying more and more things. Life was like a river. You thought that by filling up the river, the river bed would rise and life would be enriched. But you didn't expect that when you buried your head in the river, there would be more tributaries at the other end of the river, and the river would become wider and deeper.

Wide enough that you can't see the other side, deep enough that you have no top.

Alan shook his head in self-deprecation, hiding these unrealistic thoughts in his heart. He is not a poet and has no time for emotion. He had high hopes from his mother and grandfather, and he didn't want to disappoint those people. He also wanted to protect the relationship between him and Lucy, and in order to protect the relationship between the two of them, Alan knew very well what he needed. Coupled with the opening of the Blood Burning Path, regardless of whether he was willing or not, he had already entered and participated in this even more cruel game.

And all of this was like a ray pointing at the same point. That point was called power!

Once his goal was reconfirmed, the veins on the ring of life would become even deeper. However, Alan had never thought that many people at his age were still teenagers who didn't know what it was like to be worried, and he already had a man's heart.

Alan smiled and took another step. The road is still the same, the street is still the same street. However, the moment Allen took a step forward, his life had already reached another level. The night is still gentle, like a woman's long hair, strands of wrapped around you. It was like the fog that entangled every corner. Walking in the fog was like being trapped in the tenderness of the night.

So the misty street was gentle. When Alan turned into the street, two drunkards were lying on the ground, talking with bottles of wine in their hands. Not far from them, under the street lamps across the street, a man looked impatiently at the bar, then turned around with a smile on his face and a beautiful, but somewhat old woman talking about something.

From those intermittent words, Alan heard more numbers, as if the two were bargaining for a night's sleep.

This is the life of most people.

Alan walked forward, passed the drunkard, and stopped near the man and woman. Then he turned around and smiled, "You guys did a good job, but you weren't serious enough." At least the drunkard's body should be full of alcohol, whore. A woman's bag shouldn't have knives hidden in it. I suggest you switch to a dagger or something next time, or change to a bigger bag. Look, the knife is about to poke out of the bag. Of course, the most important thing is, when I walked in, killing intent appeared on all of you. As far as assassins are concerned, you are too incompetent. "

The atmosphere on the street suddenly changed.

The two drunkards suddenly sat up from the ground and patted their butts. The bargaining man and woman circled behind Ellen, and the woman threw away the bag in her hand. There was already a pitch-black short knife in her hand. The man bowed to Ellen and said, "I've been waiting for a long time, Sir Ellen."

'"Now that the whole harbor knows who I am, I don't think the local adventurer's guild or assassin's gang has the guts to take my list. So you're outsiders? I guess I just offended Earl Rackard. You're his men, aren't you?" Ellen said, looking at their faces.

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