Chapter 1332 Sad Man

All the way home, I entered the door, explained the situation, and mobilized my family. The landlady all agreed very simply, and Jin Siqi also said there was no problem. Mr. Taylor was stubborn for a while, but he still couldn't resist my persuasion. As for Xiao Zhi, this guy doesn't have any choice. As a guild pet, he must learn to cooperate with the guild's actions!

When I saw that everyone was about to gather, I shouted to Billy who entered the room: "Stop messing around with Gordo, we have to leave!"

Soon, the door to the room opened, and Billy looked puzzled and said, "Gordo is not in the room."

"Gordo?" The landlady pinched her chin and said, "Gordo never came back at all."

"What!" Billy panicked immediately.

Seeing that the scene was slightly chaotic, I stood up to control the situation and said: "Don't worry, Jackson, you take everyone to the banquet first. I'll wait at home. Gordo is not the kind of person who never returns home. I encountered a little trouble on the road, and when the trouble is resolved, I will come back."

"I'll wait with you," Billy said.

"With you around, I get upset easily, and I might get into a fight with you."

As I said that, I waved my hand to drive him out.

Billy was very unhappy and wanted to struggle to come over and fight with me, but he was grabbed by Jackson and couldn't even move. He could only open his mouth and shout all kinds of provocative words.

After everyone left, I sat quietly on the sofa, always paying attention to the sound at the door.

About twenty minutes had passed, and there was a knock on the door. When he opened the door, standing at the door was Gordo.

Gordo has a face full of vicissitudes of life, covered in blood, and holding a man in his arms.

The face of this man is not unfamiliar. He is the vice-president of the Knights of the Round Table Guild who I had talked to before.

At this moment, this man was lying quietly in Gordo's arms, his face still resolute, and there seemed to be an excited smile on his lips, but he was no longer alive.

I silently stepped aside, Gordo nodded slightly to me, hugged the man, and slowly walked into the villa.

"Is there a blanket?" Gordo suddenly asked.

"have."

I found a new blanket and laid it flat in front of him. He gently placed the man's body on the blanket and rolled the blanket bit by bit to wrap him.

After he finished all this, he seemed to have lost his strength and slowly sat down against the back of the sofa.

In an instant, I felt that the man in front of me seemed to be no longer as strong and optimistic as usual. Instead, he looked dilapidated and lonely.

"Captain" Gordo called me hoarsely.

I had never heard him make such a weak sound, and I was startled.

"Captain." Gordo didn't seem to notice my gaffe at all. At this moment, he was like a child who was eager to express his feelings.

"I'm here" sitting cross-legged opposite him, I said gently: "If you have anything to say, just say it."

"Captain." His nose was twitching slightly, and his voice became trembling: "Captain, I'm so sad."

At this point, there was no more sound. In the empty villa, a grown man lay on the blanket wrapped with the body and cried bitterly.

I've seen women cry.

A crying woman is pitiful.

I rarely see men cry, especially a man as resolute and optimistic as Gordo.

His crying was like a contradiction. On the one hand, he was suppressing himself from crying, but on the other hand, he couldn't suppress the pain in his heart, and he couldn't stop crying.

This feeling is called heartbreak.

When a man sheds tears, he doesn't shed them easily, but they are not sad yet.

That night, I wrote a letter and asked someone to help send it to President Daisy, telling her that I could not attend her banquet and my deep apology.

That night, I followed Godot to bury this man, bought wine, and drank heavily in front of his grave.

Gordo usually doesn't talk much and doesn't drink. However, when he drinks alcohol, especially hard liquor, especially when he is drunk, he talks a lot.

Gordo told me that after meeting this man, all his memories were like a flood, breaking down the dam that was holding him back.

He recalled the past, recalled the joys he had had, and also recalled some pains that he could not forget.

He remembered the man's identity.

This man was once the captain of the first combat team of the Knights of the Round Table, and was his most unfortunate brother.

However, when they meet again, they are separated by heaven and earth.

"His internal organs were shattered." Gordo was very drunk and in deep pain: "It's a pity that I'm not good at healing magic, so I can't save him. Haha, I can't save him."

"Captain, during the time when I lost my memory, I always felt like I was missing something. It was because of that thing that I couldn't recall the past. Just now, I met my brother, He told the story of the past. I recovered the few things I had, but found that my brother was already dead, woo woo woo."

Sitting quietly opposite Godot, listening to his drunken talk.

No matter how hard-hearted a person is, there will always be a softness hidden deep in his heart, which can cause anger and pain when touched, comparable to the reverse scale of a dragon.

This dead man may be the softness deep in Godot's heart.

Meeting him activated Gordo's memory, unable to save him, and hurt Gordo's most fragile heart.

I really can't judge whether Godot's encounter with him is good or bad, but I know that I may be about to face a choice: whether Godot, who has a complete memory, chooses to go or stay.

"Now that you have recovered all your memories, Gordo, tell me, who are you?"

Gordo drank quietly, a little, and said slowly: "Before I fell off the cliff, I was the president of the Knights of the Round Table."

"Then do you plan to go back?" I asked.

Gordo shook his head, poured the wine on the surface of the bag, and said slowly: "I am now the priest of the Fearless Guild."

"Is there anything you need me to do?" I said, "Speak out your desire. I don't want my people to feel sad."

"Find the murderer of my brother," Godot said coldly, word for word: "I will personally judge him!"

"Okay, I promise you," I said, "Actually, I had contact with this man before. He told me that he would definitely die, but I didn't expect that he would die so early."

"What did he say to you?" Gordo said with eyes as cold as stars.

"He told me that the current president of the Knights of the Round Table Guild will execute him before he returns to York City."

Clang.

The bottle fell to the ground.

Gordo's eyes revealed shock, heartache, and despair.

"Why. Why is this?"

Gordo roared for no reason: "Why did you do this! Why did you kill your best brother!"

"why why?"

What was revealed in his eyes was deep despair.

"You long for the position of president, I understand you, and I forgive you, but why, why are you even unwilling to let go of our brothers who conquer the world together!"

"Scatha! Scatha!!!"