475 Secrets of the Pas (2/2)
”I can.” Ye Qingxuan raised his hand. At the fingertips, a dim and slender moonlight thread extending from the never healed wound. ”To tell you the truth, it's the first time I was beaten to such embarrassed and miserable extent all these years...”
He gazed at his fingertips and sneered. ”Fortunately, my blood has not been wasted. What is the best thing to say? He is really the leader of the Revolutionary Army, bolder than I had imagined...Gaius did not leave. He is still in the Sacred City.”
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The noise of chaos was coming from afar. People were screaming and running on the street in chaos. In the silence of the Judgment Tower, a lonely figure stood on the ruins. After being attacked by the Revolutionaries, all the criminals were transferred to other prisons. This tower had been temporarily abandoned. According to the plan, a new construction team would come here in one month.
But now, there was only rubble.
There should be guards still, but when the chaos widened, the guards had been evacuated. In the end, only a lonely old man was left on the stairs of the broken tower. He sat on the steps with a cloak and smoked his pipe in silence, his eyes gazing at the black cloud rising from afar until a sharp dagger was pressed against his back.
”I didn't think you would be the first to find me, Charles.” Gaius put down his pipe, sighed and raised his hands.
”You've thought of this already, right, Mr. Constantine?” Charles stood behind him blankly. ”Why do you pretend to be shocked?”
On the back of his hand, a disembodied vapor line dissipated in the wind.
Bolero.
Ye Qingxuan was not the only one to attach his perception thread to Gaius. Charles was even earlier. Moreover, he was better at this movement than Ye Qingxuan thought he was.
”Did you come to ask me why I did that?” Gaius turned slowly and gazed at the young man behind him.
Charles was silent and smiled with self-deprecation. ”I wanted to ask, but now it seems meaningless.” He shook his head slowly. ”I thought you had difficulties. Even as a spy, I still felt pity for you. But now it seems that I should leave the pity to myself.”
”This is actually the funniest part, Charles.” Gaius looked at him. ”When you are alive, there are always times when you need to act. You act, I act, everybody's acting... Over time, you will revel in your own drama. I'm sorry that I lied to you.”
He apologized but Charles did not feel any relief or joy. He wanted to laugh. ”Sorry? You stay here just to talk to your scapegoat? Say some more, sir?” His tone turned cold. ”Say something so that I'm willing to take the blame for you. Let me believe you as I used to.”
”You're wrong about something, Charles.” Gaius shook his head and whispered, ”I'm not here to make you my scapegoat. I just want to tell you that you don't have to be anyone's scapegoat. You could have lived in this world fair and square without the need to listen to anyone...”
Charles cut him off. ”The taste of these kind words has gone bad overnight, sir. I'm going to puke. Can I have something else?” Charles' smile dissipated and an unprecedented indifference appeared on his face. ”Yezi will probably come here in three minutes. If possible, I don't want him to see your body. So, say something to let me drop the knife willingly.”
Gaius bowed his head, gazing at the dagger on the neck. The dagger had cut the skin of his neck and a faint tinge of blood came out of the wound.
”Charles, have you ever doubted your own life?” He sighed and suddenly murmured, ”You should have realized at a very young age the difference between yourself and others. You are different from mortals. You are born to have talent, have a gift, and all kinds of incredible miracles, but you have ever thought of where you came from? You shouldn't have sunk in this ditch, Charles.”
Gaius gazed at the young man in front and said word by word, ”Those wastes do not know how horribly powerful you are. The Silent Authority even treated you as cannon fodder. Those idiots have no idea what they have missed! If your mother saw you now, she would feel pity for you!”
Charles froze. ”What are you talking about?” His face grew gloomy. ”Don't waste my last shred of patience, Mr. Constantine!”
Gaius raised his hand and showed him a yellow old picture. It seemed to be from long ago. In the picture was a young Gaius, an Easterner with white hair, as well as the hybrid of demons and all the rest. But Charles' sight was set in the corner.
There was a young woman with a vague face. Her hair was flaming red like ancient times burning. Her beauty was so thrilling.
”Have you ever dreamed of her?” Gaius whispered, ”She protected you to her death, even if she was tainted and swallowed by the ogre... Charles, don't you want to know where you are from?”
He slowly stepped forward and took down the dagger in Charles's hand.
”Come with me, Charles.” He pulled Charles and went to the broken tower. ”I will tell you all the secrets… about you...”