At that moment, it was as if someone was holding back the pace of time, preventing it from continuing to move forward in this dark, remote, and dilapidated corner of the shield area.

The three of them faced each other in silence, the stagnant atmosphere fueling their unspeakable emotions.

until

"What are you doing?"

Thales spoke loudly and asked the other two people in disbelief: "Xixer, and you, what are you talking about?"

"Do you know my mother?"

Under the moonlight, the prince's face was full of surprise, and he stared straight at the veteran who was shaking slightly in the wheelchair, and the old man who was leaning on crutches and bowing his head sadly.

"When? How did we meet? Where?"

But they didn't answer.

"How about it, Drew," Hickser sighed slowly:

"Is this reason enough?"

Grivet finally calmed down his shaky breathing easily.

As if a long, long time had passed, the wheelchair immersed in the darkness moved slightly, crushing a few scattered stones on the ground.

The man in the wheelchair exhaled with difficulty and raised his head vigorously under the dim moonlight.

"you can not."

The veteran's voice was stiff, and his eyes wandered between Thales and Xixer.

"You can't, you can't do this..."

Having said this, Grivet's uncertain expression paused for a moment.

But Xixer still looked at him calmly.

"It has been more than twenty years. I am Grivet. I am in Longxiao City. I have my territory, my brothers, and everything about me. They are counting on me. You can't..."

He twisted his face and clutched his wheelchair tightly, as if he was about to rush to the battlefield at the next moment: "You can't just appear out of nowhere like this, and then, and then, bring out a bunch of bullshit 'moving past events' and just demand

I did this and that...that's all in the past, old crow!"

Grivet waved his hand suddenly and seemed to speak more fluently: "What about her son, I don't care..."

He was answered by Xixer's plain but firm old voice.

"Because it's all in the past, Drew."

"That's why it exists forever."

Grivet's words were stagnant, as if he was choked by something.

"It can't be changed," Xixer's eyes were silent: "It can't be escaped either."

Grivet trembled slightly in the wheelchair.

The veteran slowly let go of the wheelchair, clasped his hands together, and gritted his teeth: "Shut up."

Thales looked at Xixer and then at Griwal, feeling confused.

Twenty years ago?

past?

They all know Serangielana.

That...mysterious mother.

He pricked up his ears, wanting to hear more.

"No one wants to recall the nightmare of that year, whether it was before or after."

Xixer, who only heard the vicissitudes of life, sighed softly: "But at least think about it, who brought us struggling people at the end of their lives and a walking zombie like you out of Caligre..."

"...Bring out that bottomless dark cage, bring out that bloody battlefield shrouded in shadow?"

"Calligre..."

This title seemed to remind Grievor of something. He closed his eyes and his chest began to rise and fall.

Thales was filled with doubts.

Caligre?

What is that place?

"Yes, dear Drew," Hixer looked at Griwal from a distance, who was immersed in memories and had an uncertain expression: "This is the debt we owe."

Grivet opened his eyes and took a deep breath with difficulty: "Shut up."

Thales couldn't bear it any longer.

"Sorry to bother you, but..."

He took a step forward, his tone slightly anxious: "Who is my mother..."

Grivet suddenly raised his head!

"I told you to shut up!"

The old soldier was seen gritting his teeth, eyes wide open, and looking at the young prince with a distorted face, as if he was undergoing some kind of torture.

His beard and hair stood on end, and he was suppressing his emotions, forcing Thales' words back into his mouth.

"There are always some things that you can't deny, let alone forget."

Xixer coughed in pain, but he waved his hand and refused Thales's offer to come up and help him.

"Isn't it?" Old Crow calmed down for a while, then slowly opened his mouth and called out a title that was extremely unfamiliar to Thales:

"Blood Spined Lizard."

boom!

Grivet punched his wheelchair.

"Shut up, shut up!"

The veteran leaned forward and looked at Xixer fiercely: "Fuck you, old guy, you will never fucking call me that!"

"You know I fucking hate this!"

His voice was full of hostility and pain, and he slapped his hands on the wheelchair: "You know!"

Thales stared at Griwal like this in surprise.

The prince became more and more suspicious of Selan's relationship with them, and at the same time he was worried about his future.

But Hixer just continued to hold on to his crutches and stood indifferently: "Then send this child away, Drew."

"That's all the past asks of you."

"Then you can go back and be your local gangster with peace of mind, and be your gang boss with all your might."

Grivet fell back on his backrest and took a few deep breaths.

It seemed as if the conversation just now consumed most of his energy.

A gust of wind blew by, and the huge temperature difference between day and night in Longxiao City made Thales flinch and couldn't help but sneeze.

"No."

Grivet's painful but firm voice came to his ears.

"Don't even think about it."

"I won't take this business."

Thales was shocked.

What?

"that's all?"

"No answer?" A cold light appeared behind Hickser's monocle, and he said calmly: "Is this your answer? Grewal?"

Grivet's chest swayed visibly.

"that's all!"

The veteran in the wheelchair raised his head again, gritted his teeth and said angrily:

"you……"

"roll."

He squeezed out a few words through his teeth: "Get out of my territory!"

"At once, now!"

His rough voice sounded in this remote corner, going back and forth between the broken walls and ruins.

But Hixer said nothing, just looked at Griwal silently.
To be continued...