Chapter 3459 Night Talk

That night, many family members were laughing, but I was silent.

Sitting quietly in the yard, looking up at the stars.

This is what I do every time I feel depressed.

Just like some people like to drink when they are depressed, and some people like to eat when they are depressed. When I am depressed, I like to look up at the stars.

I always feel that the vast sky can accommodate infinite sorrow, just like the vast ocean can easily accommodate countless torrents without stirring up a single wave.

The breeze blew by, and I looked up at the sky quietly, counting the stars quietly, and putting my sorrow on the twinkling stars one after another.

There was a knock on the door, and then a heavy voice fell next to me.

The slightly dull voice sounded like a big drum covered by a big quilt: "Can't bear to leave here?"

"Um."

"Then make things clear."

"If you can avoid all responsibilities by making it clear, the lives of those primary and intermediate national forces are too worthless."

"You can go find the two monarchs now. Maybe things will turn around."

"Impossible" I shook my head and sighed: "The National Power Organization is one of the most powerful institutions in the country. Suddenly, half of its strength was lost because of my impulse. Even if the two majesties wanted to protect me, they could not. .”

Sighing, I said quietly: "I guess there will be a fierce argument tomorrow morning, and the result of the argument will probably be that my family and I are expelled from Moonlight City."

"Didn't you keep saying before that the people in Moonlight City reject you?" Luke, like me, looked at the sky and said angrily: "In that case, why not take this opportunity to leave here and move to a suitable country? Living in this way is worry-free and relaxing.”

"Maybe," I said calmly, "This is my destiny."

Taking a deep breath, he leaned back and lay down on the grass.

"Leaving and walking towards the vast distance is not wandering, but looking for a place to live."

"It's a bit like a troubadour's poem," Luke said angrily, "Have you ever thought about becoming a troubadour?"

"I never thought about it." I shook my head and followed Luke's topic and said, "Can an adventurer also be a bard?"

"In the demon world, yes."

"This is Zephyr Continent" I emphasized.

"Same," Luke said: "The bard and the adventurer have never been conflicting professions, but complement each other. The adventurer can protect himself during the journey, and the bard can record the adventure."

"I think it's quite appropriate," I chuckled, "but I'm still not very interested. I love sightseeing and visiting mountains and lakes, but I'm not good at writing about it, because I think many scenery are... It cannot be expressed in words.”

"But I think you are still very suitable to be a troubadour." Luke let out a low laugh: "Although the poems you write do not fit the artistic conception, you can write about your mood, and you may encounter people who are similar to you. Maybe you are readers and fans who feel the same way."

"Haha, I still don't want to." He chuckled lightly, rejected Luke's suggestion, and then asked: "Hey, let me ask you, do you feel the same way because of any bard?"

"Yes," Luke said, "That's a very interesting little guy. He actually described our apostles as brave and fearless heroes, which is completely different from those guys who keep slandering our apostles."

"This person should be able to understand you very well, right?"

"No," Luke said, "He actually guessed the reason why I came to the devil world."

"Reason? By the way, why did you come to the Demon Realm?" I wondered: "You must not be a native of the Demon Realm."

"No," Luke said, "I am the monarch of Hebron."

"Hebron?" I asked curiously, "What is that place?"

"A planet," Luke said, "very beautiful."

"Then why did you come to the devil world?" I asked puzzledly.

"Because my planet is gone."

"No more?" I was even more puzzled: "What do you mean?"

"It's gone, it's gone, it doesn't exist, it doesn't exist anymore."

Luke's voice was low and he kept repeating and chanting, like an old man chanting the name of his grandson, vicissitudes of life, and loneliness.

"Did it be destroyed by someone?"

"Not quite, but not far off."

Luke sighed.

"Did you take Becky to the Demon Realm?"

"No," Luke said, "She is an artificial person who escaped from the laboratory and is a product of magic."

"By the way, why is she so naughty?" I wondered: "Aren't you afraid of being disliked?"

"She couldn't help herself," Luke said. "The reason why she was able to escape from the laboratory without being captured by the staff has already been explained."

"What's the reason?" I looked at him doubtfully.

"She is a failure," Luke said. "Her character is flawed."

"When she was born, she would constantly have strange and bizarre ideas popping up in her mind. This was her talent, but also a flaw in her character. It can be said that except for necessary rest, she didn't want to be weird all the time."

"So she's called Naughty Becky?"

"That's it," Luke said.

"Is it possible to make up for the flaws in her character?" I asked.

"Impossible" Luke said: "She has been like this for hundreds of millions of years. Once repaired, she will no longer be her."

"That's right." I nodded: "Character is equivalent to a person's label. Once it is changed, he no longer looks like that person."

"It's a pity, but there's nothing we can do about it."

"What a pity?" Luke asked in confusion: "What's a pity?"

"Becky's character," I said, "if she could be calmer and quieter, maybe your technique could be further refined."

"So what?" Luke murmured: "Even if I am more sophisticated, so what? I can't resist the machinations. It's better to look at Becky's smile and make me feel more accustomed and warm."

"Haha, you are like an old father, an old father who dotes on his daughter very much." I chuckled and said, "In other words, you control your daughter."

"Do you control your daughter?" Luke murmured. After a moment, he smiled: "Not bad."

"Why--"

I stretched myself, got into a comfortable position, continued to lie on the grass, and sniffed the fresh grass fragrance: "If I can move these beautiful vegetation and the tree house together, maybe my worries will dissipate." Quite a few.”

"You can discuss this with the tree house." Luke turned his head, glanced at the tree house, and said, "It is alive, and I think it can leave the soil in a short time."

"I'm just thinking about beautiful things, don't let me get too addicted!" I smiled and waved my hands, saying: "The tree house is the most important treasure of Moonlight City, how can you let me take it away? Moreover, take away the tree by force The crime of killing Fang is much more serious than killing a two-state power organization."