Chapter 931 Good Life

"It's really you... I thought I admitted my mistake."

The middle-aged man couldn't help but smile in surprise. He was stunned for a long time, and he let out a sigh of relief as if he was relieved.

"Hello, Owen Carter, just call me Owen."

He introduced himself excitedly, picked up the big bag he bought from the supermarket, and opened the door: "Please come in quickly. The house is a little messy, so please don't worry about it."

Ten minutes later, Huaishi and Russell were already sitting in the slightly messy but warmly decorated living room.

There was a faint heat rising in the tea cup in my hand.

There was also a dog running around in the living room, having fun, and finally pushed into Huai Shi's arms to be petted. Huai Shi hugged it and rubbed the dog's head.

look around.

There are bookshelves everywhere, piled with various materials, and a huge table piled with drawings. They are all painted with all kinds of strange creatures and buildings, imaginative pictures and some young and cute children.

There are also various picture books and fairy tales placed in the display cabinet, which looks like a painter's studio.

In the utility room, there were constant sounds of rummaging.

After a long time, Owen wiped the sweat from his forehead. His face and arms were covered with dust, and he came back carrying a huge box with some difficulty.

placed in front of them.

"Finally found."

He breathed a sigh of relief and sat down: "My father made a will before his death, saying that if the Mr. Russell in the photo comes to visit one day, he asked me to give this thing to him."

He took out an old photo frame, compared it with Russell in front of him, and said with emotion: "I didn't expect that after so many years, you really haven't changed at all."

“It’s not surprising that people lag behind changes as they age.”

Russell slowly put down the tea cup and looked at the iron box in front of him: "That guy is really capable of sudden whims as always... But haven't you ever doubted such a ridiculous will?"

Owen shook his head: "Most of my father's arrangements have his own reasons. Besides, since it is a will, there is nothing much to say as a son."

Next to her, Huai Shi was holding her dog and looking curiously at the furnishings in the living room, observing those exquisite fairy tale picture books: "Did you draw all of these?"

"yes."

Owen nodded, a little embarrassed: "I am now an illustrator who contributes to magazines and advertisements. I occasionally publish some picture books to make a living. If you like them, I will give you two copies later."

"That would be great."

Huai Shi nodded: "I happened to be worried about what souvenirs to bring to the students. Could you please sign a few more copies?"

"Of course there is no problem with this, but students?" Owen became confused.

"We work in an educational institution, and this Mr. Huai Shi has just been my assistant recently." Russell explained calmly: "Didn't he, your father, tell you this?"

Owen shook his head.

His father seemed to have never told his children about the world of the Ascendants. Under Russell's temptation, it was quickly discovered that he knew nothing about it.

Perhaps this is the protection that the father left for his children.

For ordinary people, the world of the sublime may not be a beautiful one.

"He didn't tell you about his previous job?"

Russell said: "Mr. Carter was once our best white dove, well, you can understand it as a member of the institute - before he retired, he went into the wilderness alone for us, collected many precious samples and data, and made outstanding contributions. "

"Oh, is it like an explorer?"

Owen's eyes lit up: "He has never told me any of this.

When I was young, I used to imagine that he was an anonymous killer, or a ruthless figure in some dark organization... Now that I think about it, it doesn't even match my father's appearance. "

"He has his own difficulties." Russell said: "The hard life of living in the open is always difficult to tell children. Besides, he also sacrificed a lot for it."

"I can guess a little bit."

Owen nodded and sighed: "A person like him who takes himself too seriously will definitely not let his life go by in vain. As for why he didn't tell us, he must have a reason.

However, he was very satisfied when he died, with no regrets, which made me envious. "

"So, I think he must have done a very valuable job, right? For example...saving the world or something?"

After saying that, Owen was amused by his ridiculous imagination, shook his head, said nothing more, and just pushed the dusty box over.

"No matter what, I believe that my father has completed his mission. Thank you for coming and letting me know his value again."

He solemnly said to the visiting guests: "Now, I leave his last legacy to you, Mr. Russell. I only hope that my father's legacy can be of some help to you."

Russell lowered his head and stared at the dusty box and the combination lock that had never been touched.

"Aren't you curious about what's inside?" He suddenly asked, "It's never been opened before?"

Owen was stunned for a moment.

fell into silence.

As if struggling between curiosity and some persistence, after a long time, he shook his head.

"My father told me before he left that if one day I want to abandon my current life, I can open it. But I feel that my current life is good and there is no need to change anything, so... let it go."

He took a deep look at the iron box that had been with him for many years, and withdrew his gaze without any regrets: "It's not my thing anyway, just let me keep a mysterious fantasy."

Russell nodded and said nothing more.

Before leaving, he begged the two of them to sit down and allowed himself to draw two sketches as a souvenir.

Russell in the sketch is a majestic and cold old man, holding a scepter in his hand and looking majestic. Huaishi, on the other hand, is a wanderer covered in dust, but with a proud smile, as if he owns the whole world.

So is it his imagination and processing as a painter, or is it something he accurately grasped with intuition?

It's really hard to understand.

After finishing the painting, Owen was shocked by his results and asked excitedly: "If possible, can I use them in a picture book?"

"This is your work, as you wish, of course."

Russell carried the box and finally said: "If you need help with anything, please feel free to call this phone. I owe you and your father a big favor."

He handed over a business card and said, "Believe me, I can meet most of the needs."

"I will."

Owen took the business card seriously and put it in his pocket.

He didn't doubt Russell's guarantee, but he didn't seem to care about this promise worth tens of thousands of dollars.

"Just in time, it's time for me to pick up my daughter from school."

He picked up the car keys, full of expectation and happiness: "Thank you for your visit today. It seems that I will have a new bedtime story to tell her tonight.

Grandpa’s legendary story, she is so cute listening to this! "

Russell was stunned for a moment and sighed helplessly: "I really hope I can have a positive role in it. It would be even better if I can survive to the end of the story."

"I will definitely work hard to arrange it!"

Owen assured with a smile.

In this way, after saying goodbye to the two of them, they drove away in the car.

After a long time, Huaishi looked back.

"You're envious, aren't you?"

Russell sighed: "To have a descendant who is willing to live an ordinary life, to watch him get married and start a family, and finally to die contentedly without regrets, there is nothing better than this outcome in the world.

People like us may never get such a beautiful life. "

"Isn't it good now?"

Huai Shi shrugged, "Although that kind of life is worthy of envy, I don't think there is anything bad about my life."

"That's true. Apart from the inability to have a stable love relationship, there are no shortcomings." Russell looked at Huai Shi deeply, indicating something.

Huaishi suddenly choked and was speechless.

After returning to the car, he looked at the heavy box in Russell's hand and asked curiously: "Can you tell me what's inside?"

"What's there to hide?"

Russell slowly fiddled with the combination lock and asked, "Do you still remember what 'White Dove' does?"

"Well, I remember Raymond told me that they are all elite researchers from the Ivory Tower?" Huai Shi was a little unsure.

"Almost, it should be said that they are all explorers of the original kingdom of heaven."

Russell sighed: "White dove, red deer, gray stork, and black whale are all honorific titles for outstanding explorers. Only researchers who have made great contributions in their own fields can receive such titles.

The red deer is a wandering trader who patrols hell, the gray stork is a lurker that goes deep into hell, and the 'black whale' can only be obtained by the lord of the large group in hell.

As for the 'White Doves', they are the most elite explorers of hell ruins - they are researchers and combat units fighting on the front line, responsible for the rescue excavation of hell ruins and important discoveries. As a result of being granted a privateering license, they are allowed to use everything The plunderer of force can, when necessary, exterminate anyone who stands in his way, from physical to spiritual destruction..."

Before the direct armed forces were dispatched, the white dove was the violent symbol of the Utopia in the abyss.

For lone explorers like them, calling it a one-man army is definitely not an exaggeration.

In the past, Huaishi needed secret rituals to recruit a large group in the Land of Twilight, but every Baijiu had at least ten legion contracts, more than the service of thousands of hell creatures.

It is precisely because of their existence that the former Utopia was able to control the context of hell, and the research in the Ivory Tower was able to achieve continuous breakthroughs.

"And this is the inheritance left by the once most outstanding Baijiu——"

Russell slowly opened the iron box and stared at the ancient scrolls that were almost overflowing. Each one was filled with the words of hell and stamped with seals and Seiran marks.

Six thick notebooks recording all hell exploration experiences, more than 400 legion contracts, hundreds of tokens of hell groups, three anonymous accounts from Magic Gold Bank and two deep safe keys.

The terrifying reserves that are enough to carry out a full-scale war between hells are now contained in this small iron box. After a long period of silence and waiting, it followed the master's will and came into Russell's hands.

"Welcome back, my friend."

Russell pulled out the dagger from the top of the box. The glorious sword spine made of cursed iron reflected in his eyes, and countless phantoms from the past emerged.

"Let us rebuild all of this again..."

He murmured softly, sheathed the sword, and put it in his arms as a treasure.

Everything fell silent.

"Let's go, Huaishi."

He closed the box and stared at the dusk outside the window: "It's time for us to set off."

Huai Shi nodded, turned the key, started the car, turned around and asked, "Where to go next?"

"let me see……"

Russell thought for a moment and suddenly asked: "Do you like drinking?"

"In general, two drinks occasionally, but it doesn't matter whether it's good or bad."

"What about gambling?"

"Although it feels very exciting, I still don't want to touch it at all."

"What about beauty?" Russell suggested.

"Forget it." Huai Shi sneered and asked, "No matter how beautiful you are, can you be as good-looking as me?"

"If you are always so aggressive, you won't find any fun, Huaishi."

Russell shook his head and sighed regretfully, regretting the unscrupulous behavior of his student.

"Next stop, America."

Just like seeing the neon flash of intoxication, his words became mocking and hoarse:

"—Las Vegas."