Ember Gun

  Chapter 687 Regret

  "Banquet! Banquet! Beautiful banquet!"

  In the Stuart’s mansion, Oscar held a wine glass high, stepped on the table, yelled a few times, sneezed, climbed down the table tremblingly, and wrapped the warm blanket around him.

   "After the disaster, everything is waiting for revival... This is really a good time to celebrate, to celebrate everyone's survival."

  He lay down on the sofa honestly, grasping the blanket tightly while wiping his nose.

The indoor temperature was extremely low. Even the Stuart’s house was plunged into the cold due to the damage of the pipes, but Oscar felt that it was nothing. Before the advancement of science and technology, people also survived tenaciously. Now it is just nostalgia. It's just the past.

  Thinking like this, he threw a few pieces of wood into the fireplace floor in front of him to make the fire burn more vigorously.

  Of course, memories go back to memories, Oscar is very concerned about warm measures, after all, his rheumatic knees can't stand the cold.

  The heavy rain made his aging body more painful, and he barely dropped his crutches a few days ago.

   "The legs are good so soon?"

   A voice sounded, and Oscar looked to the other side. It was Seleu who was working. She lowered her head and said while correcting the document.

  The room seemed a bit crowded, full of clutter, blankets everywhere, and sofas, with gravures on them, it looked like someone had fallen asleep.

   "I have experienced many battles!"

  Oscar patted his leg hard and said proudly.

  Seleu just smiled disdainfully, and continued his work.

   There was a noise outside the door, and there seemed to be many people.

  This is an unusual thing. There are not many people in the Stuart family, most of them are servants and guards, and they rarely break the silence and make this mansion into a noisy place.

  The door was pushed open, and the old butler held up hot coffee and yelled at the people in the corridor.

   "Slow down! Be quiet!"

  He closed the door and walked in, complaining.

  "Do you not know how to be careful when cleaning up the mechanism?"

Lifting his head, he glanced at Seleu, who was working, and then at the pile of debris, like a warehouse room, and the old thing leaning against the fireplace, eating and drinking, his heart could not help but rise. There was an unnamed anger.

Since the rainstorm, the cleaning agency has suffered the most serious damage. The Montenegro hospital is full of wounded, and there are many unlucky people like Kestrel who are homeless. The Platinum Palace does not have much energy to share because it has to assist the civilians. Therefore, the assisting cleansing agency came from the Stuart's family, or to be precise, from the country builders.

Except for most of the ones that are already in progress, the Stuarts currently have developed most of the properties in Old Dunling to accommodate these homeless hapless ghosts, and as a temporary office place, they will be removed from the house. Secondary documents rescued from the agency.

  The most important part was evacuated as early as the death row plan, and everything nowadays will speed up the self-healing of the cleansing agency.

As a result, the Stuart’s mansion became noisy. Except for the few rooms that Seleu left for him, it was crowded with people from the cleaning agency, in order to prevent these guys from accidentally touching them. Shattered high-priced handicrafts, they were repackaged and piled up in the corner, turning the room into a warehouse.

For the old housekeeper, letting these guys in was already his biggest concession. As a result, seeing them messing up all over the place made him even more angry, and seeing the dignified Duchess of Stuart, that’s it. This anger reached its peak when nestled in a corner office.

   "It's alright, it's nothing."

  Seleu understands the feelings of the old housekeeper, comforting, “I don’t care about this. It’s the same wherever I work.”

   "But you are also a duke anyway, let alone a country builder now."

  The old butler continued to complain, put the coffee aside, and then looked at Oscar who was slumped in the corner.

   "We don't accept waste."

  Hearing this ill-tempered voice, Oscar directly picked up the crutches and made a painful whimper.

   "I'm like this, you..."

  His expression is exaggerated, as if he will die in the next second.

  After seeing this old housekeeper, he could only sigh furiously for a while, and he couldn't really drive Oscar away, but in the face of this old rascal, he really had no way to solve him.

   "So you are planning to have a banquet here? Now we can't have much space."

   said the old butler.

   "No, it's not a banquet. It's just a small gathering. He proposed it." Seleuus said, picking up the pen and pointing to Oscar.

   "When the banquet is called, doesn't it look a lot of grandeur?" Oscar smiled.

   "What do you think."

  A few words, the old housekeeper felt that he was going to be full of anger again. As the manager of the mansion, he really couldn't see these things.

If fighting with the demon is Lorenzo’s battlefield, then the management of the mansion is the battlefield of the old butler, but now he has been defeated all the way on the battlefield, and even the last position will be lost, and his mood has changed. It's getting worse.

   "Celebration banquet, we endured a catastrophe with great difficulty. Isn't it worth celebrating?"

  Oscar waved his hands happily, and for a while, the old butler didn’t know whether to say he was childish, or not to be serious.

"What do you think?"

  The old butler looked at Seleu, she was the master here, and he did not have the power to overrule.

   "It's okay, I don't think it's anything."

  Seleu’s reply was very plain, or it may be because of the busyness of the past few days, it really makes it difficult for her to mention any emotions.

  Everyone is very busy, dealing with the aftermath of the rainstorm, and preparing for the next disaster.

  Next...disaster.

  Thinking of this, Seleu’s face was sad, and the so-called celebration banquet was also cast a bleak color. This is far from over.

Seeing this, the old butler didn’t say much, he only followed the two people’s ideas. He knew very well that no matter how decadent Oscar was, he would be a person in that world like Seleu, and he would not be able to enter if he was not. All you can do is to do what you need.

   "Then I will withdraw first."

   He said, leaving softly, and soon after the old housekeeper's reprimanding sounded outside the door, followed by a crisp sound of breaking, something seemed to be broken.

   "It's so busy."

  Looking at the closed door, Oscar smiled and said that he had seen the busyness of the old housekeeper these days.

  "Celebration Banquet...Celebration Banquet..."

   Oscar mumbled, holding the wine glass, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was expecting the beautiful banquet.

   "This may be the last gathering for everyone."

   Oscar said abruptly, this time his words didn't have much joy, only the coldness as room temperature.

  He looked at Seleu, who had already stopped writing, and his eyes fell on the paper.

   "Sounds really bad, right? I finally survived this torrential rain, but there are more severe storms waiting for us..."

   Oscar whispered, like Seleu, with a sad expression on his face.

  Erosion is like a huge reservoir. In the endless time, the liquid in it constantly penetrates the container, breaks away from the restraint of the container, and affects the world.

This battle was only to kill the two taps that passed through the inside of the container. The monster in the reservoir still exists. Only by killing it can all this be eradicated. Everyone knows that this monster is the same as the enemies encountered in the past. completely different.

  Roger and Adren may be desperate, but in despair, people can still deceive themselves, muster the courage, and move on, but facing the unspeakable, everyone's heart is only cold.

  "What do you say Lorenzo is doing now? Are you enjoying the vacation, or is it polishing your sword and preparing for the final hunt?"

   Seleuc did not reply to him, so it seemed that Oscar was talking to himself.

   "What are you saying about the unspeakable?"

  Seleu shook her head, she didn't know, "Why do you ask such stupid questions."

   "Yes, the puzzle is written on the surface," Oscar smiled embarrassingly, then sighed deeply, "Unspeakable..."

  Invisible, inaudible, untouchable, completely unknowable existence.

   Chaos and disorder, the only purpose is to continuously expand and sublimate.

"This time our enemy is different from the previous enemy. Whether it is Adren or Roger, they can be understood to some extent, but the unspeakable are different. In addition to knowing that it is an enemy, we are almost Knowing nothing is like an impenetrable darkness."

   Oscar narrated.

"For hunters, this kind of prey is the most troublesome. You don’t know its habits and it’s difficult to set traps in the environment... You should cut off a few heads to kill it completely. clear."

   "I have avoided thinking about these things by myself these days," Seleu said slowly.

"Normal, you really shouldn't think too much about this kind of thing. My predecessor, and even longer, has been extended to the age of the Secret Keeper. There are so many great existences, facing this question, they have not been able to come up with an answer, more Stop talking about you."

  Oscar remembered what happened when he was young.

  "When I was young, I was also pretentious, and felt that I had the ability to change all of this. You have also seen the final result. In the face of cruel reality, not everyone has courage to fight all the time."

   "So you are willing to fall?"

  "What is self-willing to fall! I am looking for a way of survival that suits me!"

   Oscar hurriedly defended, his expression relaxed, and he felt very relaxed as he felt the warmth of the fireplace.

"I didn't have a fixed place for the first half of my life. I wanted to settle down in the second half of my life. It's best to stay in one place. So writing a book is really a good job. Just holding it in the house and writing will make money... Although I didn’t make much money, the job is really good.”

   Seleuc smiled reluctantly. She was amused by Oscar's terrible life. Although it is reasonable to say that she should not laugh, it is not good to laugh at other people's suffering after all.

   "So don't put too much pressure on yourself. We are all ordinary people and we have limited things we can do."

   "Accept your own mediocrity?"

"Of course, the stage is only that big, not everyone can stand in the spotlight, there are so many auditoriums, even so, some people are just standing votes," Oscar said. "It is difficult to accept mediocrity, but It is also something that cannot be bypassed. You are not a god, and all you can do is the limits of a mortal."

   "It sounds terrible."

   "Yes, that's why I want to step down, so that I can finally be a helpless mortal, instead of being a country builder and continuing to be helpless."

  It sounds like the builder of the country is not a glorious identity, but a painful curse.

  "Are you harming me?" Seleu asked.

   "You asked for this, we agreed."

  Oscar became serious, hugged the blanket tightly, as if he thought Seleuc was going to regret it.

   finally hugged his thighs, so that he would have someone to support for the rest of his life, Oscar said nothing would give up such an iron job.

   But obviously, he and Seleuth had different things at all. Seleu didn't care about Oscar's iron rice bowl at all. He could only eat how much food he could eat alone.

   "But I...I still..."

   Seleuc wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Oscar.

"I know, I know, and it was the same when I was young. Every time I travelled, I would hug my friends severely," Oscar recalled the vague faces. "Of course, they are usually disgusted, and for a while. Do you think I have any problems."

   "There is no way, maybe I died outside, or maybe they died when I came back. There is no way for this kind of thing."

  Oscar added a few more pieces of wood in, and the flames flickered and sparks swayed.

   "I regretted it, so I feel that I shouldn't let you go down my old path. You can't stop him from going forward, even he can't stop him himself."

  The fireworks in the fireplace were reflected in his eyes, and Oscar's cloudy eyes were reflected in brilliant gold.

   "It's all this time. Even if he refuses, his mission and responsibilities will drive him and he has to move forward."

   "That's why you want to have a so-called celebration party?" Seleu said, "This is not a celebration party, it's more like a farewell party."

  As if he had been seen through, Oscar laughed happily.

   "Almost," he sighed, "It's like the ending of the story. You are about to say goodbye to these characters. It is inevitable that you will be a little bit reluctant.

   "Really?" Seleu asked suspiciously.

   After a few seconds, Oscar said without shame.

   "Fake, I can finally say goodbye to these guys, there will be no more editors to urge me, and I can also take a long vacation, it's too late to be happy!"

  Hearing this, Oscar’s image in Seleuc’s heart continued to collapse, and it is not clear whether this is considered Oscar’s retired self.

   "Well, kidding, there is always a difference between story and reality, right?"

  Oscar is getting serious again, making people wonder what he is thinking.

   "I can review the characters in the story, and even write a few sequels, but the real people, if they are lost, they are really lost. I can only say do what you should do, don’t regret it."

   Oscar sighed.

   "Regret is the emotion I hate the most. It is like an immortal ghost, chasing you until you die."

  (End of this chapter)