Chapter 1080 ‘Friends’

Half an hour ago, when everything just started.

In London, the Astronomical Society Center Building is different from the decision-making room and command center where people come and go. The lounge on the roof is quiet.

This was originally a place for delegates to take a short rest, but when London was attacked, and then the war of the worlds started in such a hasty way, the lounge was no longer as noisy as before.

Only in the corner, a few elderly people who wandered around were sitting at the table and basking in the sun.

Zoroastrian genealogy, Ice Sea genealogy, Celtic genealogy, Assyrian genealogy, Silla genealogy... Representatives from various small genealogies or regions were drinking tea and coffee, and could faintly hear voices in the conference room in the distance. Noisy, they couldn't help but smile slightly helplessly when talking to each other.

In the huge storm, there are also slightly quiet corners.

Those candidates who had no hope of getting on the stage no longer wanted to stay and share the joys and sorrows of others. Instead, they came to the lounge with a certain tacit understanding of escape, trying to escape from the chaos during a short break. Escape temporarily from complex situations and realistic pressures.

In the silence, there was the sound of the door opening.

"Is everyone here?"

Russell, who was late, walked in briskly. After leaving the infirmary, he pretended to put a band-aid on his forehead to show his hard work and 'sacrifice' when he just faced the ruler.

He held the copper pipe and waved to the people at the table, "Can anyone lend me a fire?"

"Mr. Russell, are you here too?"

The old man in front of the table turned back, slightly surprised.

"Yeah, aren't you guys here too?" Russell pulled up a chair and sat down, found a more comfortable position, and asked knowingly, "Can't I stay in the conference room?"

"It's too difficult." The old man shook his head, causing helpless nods and agreement from several people around him.

"Yeah, it's really hard."

Russell sighed: "When you see everyone's confidence and enthusiasm, when you look back and see how you have done nothing, you can't help but feel ashamed and helpless."

"Aren't you going to mix it up with the Kingdom of Heaven genealogy?" asked the middle-aged man with slightly dark skin.

"Who doesn't want to blend in? But we don't have that much capital."

Russell smoked a cigar and thought of his students who were still in the abyss. He was silent for a moment and smiled bitterly: "This is a small profit, but there is a lot of waste to be made...

I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up this time, so I'll have to wait a few more years. "

"Isn't there a wonderful Mr. Huai Shi in the new generation?"

"He? He's still a little green. He needs to hone in for a few more years."

Russell waved his hand and said modestly: "Young people will have more opportunities to shine in the future. Didn't the Ice Sea pedigree also cultivate a storm lady?"

"I have also been hesitating recently whether to let Laura accept the recruitment and appointment of the governing bureau."

The bearded man whose skin was full of traces of sun exposure and wind and frost shook his head and sighed: "You can't limit the children's future just because of selfishness... But when I look back and see the expectations left by the deceased teacher, I feel that I have done nothing. , can’t even keep the seeds, how embarrassing is this?”

"Young people will always have their own choices. Why not ask her herself? Besides, even if she is in the command bureau, she is still a member of the Ice Sea pedigree, isn't she?"

Russell explained a few words, and the other party just nodded slightly and continued to drink whiskey.

Everyone just complained to each other and didn't expect a few words of conversation to solve the problem. Faced with the increasing expansion and power of the governing bureau, any small lineage will intuitively feel the decline of its own influence and resources. If we no longer work hard to make some achievements, we may one day not have enough correction value to maintain it, and even the inherited source code and the authority left by our ancestors will be sheltered under the roof of the Astronomical Society.

At that time, it will lose its own independence and simply become a subsidiary of the Astronomical Society, existing in name only.

Even though I have a tiger in my heart, I am limited by my own ability and foundation, unable to make a difference, or, perhaps, I have simply fallen flat...

Materials, education, source code, miracles, alchemy, funds, there are countless things needed to revitalize a lineage, and even more risks and sacrifices.

Under the shadow of the Astronomical Society and caught between the Wuchang, not everyone has the luck of Russell to catch the good cards left by his predecessors, and not everyone has the determination of Russell. To restore the former glory at all costs.

Now, as the curtain slowly opens, everyone can only sit in the audience and watch the important characters shine and sing generously on the stage.

But happiness and sadness belong to others and have nothing to do with them.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t be sitting here basking in the sun at this time.

We can only hope that there will be opportunities to stand out and win in the coming days, otherwise, decline and decline will be a distant and determined result.

"The days are still long, don't be in a hurry."

Russell smoked a cigarette and said with relief: "Maybe suddenly, a big surprise will come to you, right? Always have hope."

"Then let me lend you some good words."

The representative of the Binghai lineage raised his glass slightly and drank it all in one gulp.

Thanks to Russell's enlightenment and comfort, the original dull and gloomy atmosphere in the lounge disappeared. Those who were not on stage were quietly basking in the sun and sipping tea and wine in this warm afternoon.

When everyone looked out the window at the world, there was a sense of identity of holding each other together to keep warm under the wind and rain.

Isn’t that what the so-called friends are?

Only people who have been through the same situation can understand each other.

In this subtle and relaxed atmosphere, we have reached a lot of intentions and consensus on cooperation, and it is not a waste of time.

And when the cheers and noise from downstairs finally reached upstairs, the short rest time came to an end.

"It looks like it's over." Russell raised his eyes slightly and looked downstairs, as well as the joy on the faces of those running in the corridor.

"Yes." The person next to him nodded, "It seems to be a good result."

"Then let's go back too." Russell stood up, put out the flame of the cigarette, and smiled: "We must applaud and cheer for the heroes."

No matter what, by this time, it's time to go back.

However, when they walked out of the door and entered the corridor, they noticed the surprised expressions of the people around them. That strange look of shock and confusion made everyone gradually feel at a loss.

Many people were actively nodding towards them.

"What's going on?" Someone asked in confusion: "Did we miss something?"

"It won't be a big deal, right?"

Russell walked in front and replied calmly: "Won't we find out what happened when we get back? Did we suddenly become the protagonists?"

This joke made everyone laugh out loud. After shaking their heads, they ignored such ridiculous speculation and walked towards the central conference room of the decision-making room.

However, the further you move forward, the more you can feel the reverence in the eyes of many people in that weird atmosphere, as if what is arriving at this moment is not a group of representatives who skipped work to drink tea, but heroes who have returned from the journey.

And why...everyone seems to be looking at me?

Russell's heart sank, and he suddenly had a strange guess.

This familiar feeling of cheating...

He subconsciously took out his cell phone, and before he had time to look at the messages that filled the screen in silent mode, he heard the cheers of countless people after the door opened.

Unprecedented enthusiastic applause rushed towards our faces like ocean waves, causing several people to freeze in place. In this joyful atmosphere, these confused expressions seemed like incompatible intruders, and they could not understand what was happening. What.

But before they could react, they saw the team headed by the five major lineages coming forward.

At the front, the skinny old man was stunned for a moment. Before he could say anything, he subconsciously forced out a smile and wanted to reach out, but the feathered snake patted his shoulder casually and pushed him away.

Then, he walked straight towards Russell, who quietly fell at the back.

A handful held his hands.

"Brilliant, really brilliant!"

Feathered Serpent made no secret of his appreciation and admiration: "I'm afraid only Mimir can pull off such a strange trick, right? Russell, this time everyone was severely tricked by you."

"Yes." The Archbishop congratulated: "I never thought that the Heavenly Lineage has such a foundation and ability, it is really amazing."

"With such courage and bravery, he truly deserves to be the inheritor of the Utopia."

A series of compliments and compliments followed the smiling faces that surrounded the confused old bastard. In this chaotic situation, he subconsciously glanced at Xuan Niao, who was watching the excitement with a tea cup not far away.

What the hell? What's going on! What exactly was done?

Why don’t I know anything?

The old man raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he understood something, and his expression instantly became particularly wonderful. However, his lips opened and closed silently, and he still mouthed the key words for relief.

‘Sophora Poem’

For a moment, Russell's little hands trembled, and his heart trembled. He subconsciously turned his eyes several times. After seeing no obituary or any other news, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately afterwards, under everyone's admiring and enthusiastic gazes, the slightly dull expression was seamlessly connected to some kind of ambiguous and mysterious smile.

It's like holding a pearl of wisdom in your hand and having a confident mind.

"Oh, thank you for your praise!"

Russell waved his hand reservedly and touched the Book of Destiny in his arms casually: "Some small things, just doing your part.

Oh, I have watched that child Huai Shi grow up. He has been promising since he was a child. Now he has finally made some meager achievements. As a teacher, I am really honored... Oh, our heavenly genealogy, It has always been like this. Suffering comes first, and enjoyment comes last. Worry about the world's worries first, and rejoice after the world's happiness. As the saying goes, be willing to sacrifice and contribute. There is nothing to say. This is your duty. How can it be preached everywhere? Woolen cloth!

Everyone, look at me, I’m very ordinary...I’m used to it, I’ve long been used to it! "

In this way, he skillfully touched the feathered snake's hand and shook it vigorously.

Although I don’t understand what happened, I’m just pretending!

But when I turned around and saw my friends who had just met to hug each other and lie down together, I couldn't help but smile crookedly.

"I'm sorry, I just told you all nonsense. Please don't take it to heart."

Just like that guy in the class who said he went home to play games every day but got perfect marks in the final exam. When he took the manuscript and spoke on stage, he showed a simple smile that could make countless people in the audience bite their teeth.

"People still have to be motivated. You see, as long as you work hard, you will always gain something. You must always have hope! Right? Right? Right?"

Finally waving goodbye to the fellow sufferers he had just met, Russell turned around and embraced the warm applause with joy.

friend?

No more friends!

At the same time, in hell, the deepest part of the dark zone.

"Excuse me, have you seen my friend?"

Fu Canguang held the photo in his hand and showed it to the strange hell creature in front of him: "She's lost. It's this one, small, wearing a white skirt, about this tall..."

He gestured to the position of his chest and looked expectantly at the monster in front of him.

"I probably just passed by you a few days ago. Do you still have any impressions?"

The monster, which had already turned into charcoal under the thunder, twitched and glared at the lunatic with sad and angry eyes for the last time, and finally breathed its last breath.

died.

In the silence, Fu Canguang stood up helplessly, turned around, and looked at the hell behind him that was littered with corpses.

He couldn't help but look up to the sky and sigh in confusion.

We can't even keep up with the time!

That pigeon spirit...where on earth did he go?