Chapter 175: Memories of Leeson

Sebastian looked at Uncle Nack's back in confusion. He seemed to hear the other man's shoulders shaking slightly, as if he was trying desperately to suppress his wild laughter, but he could also faintly hear the weird laughter. Voice.

He lowered his head and looked at the half-cut ax that fell to the ground. The broken section of the handle was extremely uneven. It looked like Uncle Nack had just broken it with too much force... But I didn't seem to hear that kind of collapse. The sound of breaking.

Mr. John, who was following him, also followed his gaze and looked back. He also saw Uncle Nack who was swinging open the door of the house. He heard a huge slam of the door - and then he also turned around and said with a slight smile. He asked in a confused tone: "Did something happen?"

It seemed that Mr. John didn't understand what was going on - Sebastian made this judgment in his mind for the time being, then smiled slightly, slowly shook his head and said, "It's okay, let's move on."

Grandpa Leeson's house alone is located in the corner of the town. The whole street is filled with deserted and abandoned houses.

The damage to the empty houses on the streets and alleys was particularly serious. The gray stone walls were cracked with hideous scars. The plants growing wildly in the courtyards were like a creeping green tide. They not only spread to the walls and climbed to the roofs, but also along the walls. Cracks penetrated into the houses, as if dark green surging waves were flooding these abandoned houses.

But some houses are particularly deserted and desolate. There is no grass growing in the courtyard, and the trees planted by the previous owners have dried up and died, like stiff and twisted corpses - maybe it is because the nutrients in the nearby land are more greedy than those of the surrounding green plants, or maybe it is because The reason why the houses on both sides are taller and block the sunlight - Sebastian's knowledge is difficult to determine the real reason.

"Mr. John, you just said that the outside world can now communicate remotely through telegraphs. With just a few clicks of a button, text messages can be sent remotely." The young man held the tool in his arms and turned around with great interest. The ground then asked: "But you also mentioned that these messages need to use the carrier of electric current and must travel on the channel of cables to spread."

"What about extremely long-distance communications? How to implement communications with the mainland? It's impossible to build a cross-sea cable, right?!"

Watson held the board in his arms and replied: "You guessed it right - the first submarine cable was laid thirty years ago. The cable crossed the English Channel, establishing modern and convenient communications between the island and the mainland."

Sebastian couldn't help but exclaimed when he heard this, and murmured to himself in shock: "Undersea cables... I didn't expect that the outside world's technology has developed to such an advanced level..."

Watson had already learned from the chats on the way that the boy in front of him had never left this remote and backward town. He pretended to encourage him and said: "Sebastian, you are still very young. You should be here at this time." Take this opportunity to go out and see more of the world. The world is changing with each passing day, and various advanced technologies are constantly emerging... Maybe in a few years, even the dream of flying will be realized! "

"Flying..." Sebastian murmured this word and couldn't help but look up at the gray sky and the sun hidden behind the thick winter clouds. He couldn't help but think of the mythical Sun Chaser Icarus, who and his father Trapped in a maze built for a tyrant for a long time, in order to pursue unfettered freedom, the father and son used beeswax to glue feathers to make wings, fluttered out of the maze, soared high in the sky, and flew straight to the beautiful world outside the maze. go.

"I also want to fly away from the labyrinth of confinement and fly to a higher and broader sky! Even if I am burned by the sun like Icarus, or fall into the deep sea and be shattered to pieces!" The young man couldn't help shouting loudly and singing. Dream in your heart.

Watson looked at the excited young man and just smiled slightly. He continued to encourage or persuade: "Okay! Have ambition!!!"

Then the conversation changed and he shook his head regretfully: "Oh, but it's a pity. According to what you just said, your grandfather Mr. Michaelis didn't allow you to step outside the town at all...Icarus without feathers, How can we soar in the sky?"

Sebastian was still thinking about the beauty of the outside world with great interest, the light that was lit by the same electric current as thunder, the speeding train that kept buzzing and spewing thick smoke, the ship that could easily cross the ocean... …

However, just when he was full of longing and hope, Mr. John's words were like a huge, turbid and cold wave crashing over, knocking the boy's ideals off his feet and being swept into the deep and dark seabed, freezing his hot heart. As clear as ice.

Sigh... Sebastian couldn't help but sigh deeply, his energetic face suddenly became depressed, and even the light in his eyes seemed to be extinguished.

He just lowered his head and walked sadly to Grandpa Lisen's house.

The house of this old man who lives alone is as shabby and decayed as this street. There is not even a single weed in the yard. The land is so blackened that it looks like it has been burned by a fire, but the large mottled smoke marks on the gray stone walls prove it. This house had indeed suffered a fire. The two cherry trees in front of the house had withered and shriveled like corpses that had died of starvation, and their scorched branches were as ugly as the desperate outstretched arms of a starving corpse.

Sebastian looked at the visible crack in the roof. He held the tool in one hand and knocked gently on the door with the other.

There was immediately a hoarse sound in the room, like a throat full of phlegm.

"Cough-cough! Who is it?!"

"It's me, Grandpa Leeson. When I came to deliver firewood to you a few days ago, you told me that your roof was broken. I came here today to help you fix the roof!"

"Ahem--" the voice in the house replied weakly: "Oh, it's little Sebastian, then come in yourself, the door is not locked."

"Okay." Sebastian pushed open the door panel, and the long-unrepaired door panel immediately made a creaking sound, and even the wooden floor in the house screamed when stepped on.

The elderly Leeson was wrapped in a blanket and sitting facing the fireplace, watching the dry firewood crackling and burning, the orange-red flames rising and dancing, he felt as if he was like the red-hot charcoal... It was the last moment of his life.

He had also experienced the budding period of being young and ignorant, and the thriving branching period. Although he did not grow into a towering tree, his dense shade was enough to protect his children and grandchildren from growing up smoothly... until that year and that night, when the group of crazy outsiders arrived.

He only felt that the initial explosion at that time came from the Gawwell Hotel on the top of the cliff. Although the Michaelis family lived far away from the town, they had always had a very friendly relationship with the townspeople - according to his mother's dying will, the Michaelis family was the original builder of Ilkesmouth Town and the patron saint of the town.

As long as the Gawwell Hotel existed for one day, Ilkesmouth Town would never be hit by a tsunami, and the fishermen would always have a full harvest.

At that time, the young and energetic Leeson certainly would not believe these weird and supernatural claims. He was the only young man in the town who had gone out to explore. He knew that human technology was booming, and the power of steam could make heavy steel surrender.

However, until that year, a violent hurricane swept the coast, and all the neighboring fishing villages were destroyed by the violent and fierce power of the sea, but the town of Ilkesmouth, which should have been the center of the hurricane, was safe and sound, and the fishermen could even harvest the abundant seafood thrown to the coast by the storm. At this time, Leeson finally believed that there was indeed a mysterious power protecting the town, and the power of this protection came from the Mikalis family!

It was because when the storm hit, he was leading some townspeople to the next fishing village to discuss business. The cruel hurricane, fierce rainstorm and terrifying tsunami came so abruptly that they had no time to hide. They were trapped on the only high ground in the fishing village, enduring the beating of the torrential rain, shivering and curled up, watching the next wave of surging waves coming, waiting for the arrival of death in cold silence.

At this time, it was the young head of the Mikalis family, the young man who Leeson had fed candy to in his childhood, who slowly sailed out in the dense and interwoven rain curtain on a small boat.

The young patriarch held the cane inherited from Mikalis and gently tapped the bow seven times. A visible ripple broke out from the boat and spread rapidly at a speed that was difficult to capture with the naked eye. The big wave that was about to sweep everyone in the highlands into the sea suddenly lowered its head timidly like a dog that saw its owner, and the violent sea surface soon calmed down.

The middle-aged Leeson witnessed this scene and finally believed his mother's last words. He knew that the Mikalis family had really been silently guarding the town of Ilkesmouth!

Gao Weier is there, Mikali is there, and Ilkesmouth is there!

Leeson knelt down in front of the young patriarch with tears of gratitude at that time, and swore to the sky and the sea that he and his descendants would defend the Mikalis family to the death!

The words of the Mikalis family are our mission, and we are willing to devote all our strength to the Mikalis family!

So when the blazing white light burst out on the top of the cliff that night, Leeson did not hesitate for a moment. He immediately ordered his daughter-in-law and wife to close the doors and windows, and stayed at home with his newborn grandson. He took his three sons with hunting rifles and harpoons and charged towards the cliff!

At that time, Leeson listened to the deafening explosions that kept echoing in his ears, and felt that his aging heart was as strong and powerful as the explosions. His blood was burning violently, and the passion and passion he had when he went out to venture when he was young returned to this middle-aged body!

He could no longer feel any cold and pain, nor did he feel tired and sleepy. He led the townspeople who had also received the favor of the Mikalis family and ran all the way up the mountain. On the way, he met a small group of bloody and pale strangers who were hurriedly fleeing down the mountain-in his roar and roar, the brave Ilkesmouth townspeople fired the first shot in return!

Instantly, the roar of the old flintlock muskets sounded one after another, and a bunch of turbid and dazzling gunfire sparks bloomed next to old Leeson. He felt as if he was a general leading the army to fight. His shooting skills were as if he had divine help. He raised his gun and accurately blew off the head of the enemy leader.

He cheered excitedly like his little grandson found a new toy, waving torches and shouting "Attack, attack, attack!" Brothers, charge! Kill these foreigners! ! ! Protect the Gowell Hotel to the death! ! !

The passion of the battle blinded Old Leeson's perception. He only noticed those hateful self-respecting foreigners falling one after another, but he did not notice that his eldest son's legs were cut off by an invisible blade that came from nowhere. , the second son suddenly went crazy and lost control and shot at his companion, but his eyeball was blown out with a shot by his companion who also lost control.

At that time, Leeson's heart was filled with intense excitement that was difficult to explain in retrospect. His eyes were bloodshot and red, wide and round, and he scanned the battlefield with sharp eyes like a knife, staring at those who were dying. The struggling foreigner, he just raised the three-pronged harpoon and thrust it in! Insert it! Insert it! ! !

Let the sharp harpoon penetrate the hearts of these guys, and the splashed blood dyed his clothes and the nearby land red. When all the enemies were killed, he came back as if he had just woken up from a dream. God came to his senses, and he looked at the little son under the harpoon in a daze—the pale face that was most similar to his own still showed surprise and panic.

He suddenly felt that his boiling blood had suddenly cooled down. As he looked up, there were corpses of townspeople everywhere, but the group of injured foreigners had long since disappeared! ! !

Before Li Sen could feel guilty and regretful and cry, and his shrill wail had just reached his throat, he heard the sound of explosions starting to reverberate down the mountain.

Li Sen turned around in horror and saw that the town had also been submerged in the sea of ​​fire, and the explosion that just sounded... came from my house!

He ignored his sorrow and heartbreak and limped down the mountain, holding back the pain from the injury he didn't know when he had suffered an injury to his thigh.

Old Lison still clearly remembers howling crazily in his heart at that time - Joanna, Tayana, Erin, Kailu, little North, please don't let anything happen to you! ! !

He ran all the way back to the door, cruelly ignoring the neighbors who asked for help... Fortunately, his house was not attacked by the fire, and the door was locked as he warned before leaving.

Middle-aged Li Sen suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. As soon as this breath came out, he felt unusually tired, but he still managed to gather his energy and knocked on his door, shouting anxiously: "Jona, it's me, you Husband, open the door quickly!”

However, after knocking on the door ten times, there was no movement from behind the door, not even Little North's cry!

Middle-aged Lisen's heart suddenly tugged. He used all his remaining strength to kick open the door, shouted the names of his family members, and rushed into the hall... Then he saw neat rows of people sitting on the sofa in front of the fireplace. Wife, daughter-in-law and grandson.

There were shallow smiles on their faces, as if they were just sleeping soundly.

However, that smile was so stiff, that skin color was so pale, and that palm was so cold... Middle-aged Lisen held the flaccid palm of his beloved wife and stroked the ring on her ring finger. He held his head in despair. Cry bitterly.

Old Leeson sat on the sofa, looking at the slowly burning fireplace flame, his eyes became moist again.

"Grandpa Lissen, I brought a helper here today, and I will definitely repair the roof for you later!"

"Oh? Which little--"

Old Leeson turned around and saw an extremely unfamiliar face that definitely did not belong to the town. His old heart began to beat as violently as it did that night.

Foreigners... how dare you step into the town of Ilkesmouth again! ! !

I've been writing in a hurry lately, always uploading at the last minute. I don't have time to divide it into chapters, so I'll just post it in one chapter.