MTL - First Player-Chapter 803 Eight hundred and two

   Catastrophe January 1, 72, the Dawn War came to an end.

  War leaders Asa Actor, Xi, Mera and others are dealing with post-war matters, and the sacrifice for the victims is also being prepared.

  Under the ginkgo tree by the river, a blond boy stared at the wild flowers all over the mountains and hundreds of black coffins passing slowly not far away.

  In his field of vision, thousands...no, immeasurable people are walking along with these coffins. As the sun sets, people's robes are dyed golden, like a flowing river. For a moment, they seemed to be uniformly wearing golden sacrificial robes.

  This river flows from the city-state to the outside of the city, running through the streets and alleys, passing through wide squares and narrow alleys. It was as if there was a silent, vast and heavy force coming together, carrying their footsteps and crushing the spot of light on the ground. The funeral procession stretched for miles, from one end of the sky to the other.

   Surrounded by them are coffins as black as ink.

  Due to the fact that there were too many victims in the war, the names of many people could not be tested. These coffins contained not the corpse or ashes of a specific person, but the relics left by countless victims.

Some are a blood-stained knot, some are a broken family portrait, some are a torn handkerchief, even a feather, a piece of tea... These relics are not collected completely and cannot cover every victim, but they His bones have been incorporated into the land for a long time.

  Below the footsteps, is the hometown.

   "Clatter—"

  The white bird fluttered its wings, and its snow-white feathers fell from the sky. Some children raised their heads and looked at the golden light under the sky. Today's sunshine is exceptionally good, even the city-state's cold rain all night was dried up. When the child raised his head, his pupils were filled with warm golden light.

  The sunshine is so good, there is an impulse to make people cry.

  It seems to be able to burn away the heavy snow that has been simulated for 2,300 times and lasted so many times for 40 years.

  Suddenly, a loud voice came from under the hillside. A middle-aged man led a team towards the seeing-off team.

  "—Five hundred and sixty-two fighters from the Freedom Alliance, seeing off the 53.64 million soldiers who died in the war."

  At the head of the line, an old lady with white hair glanced at them and nodded. They also naturally blended into the send-off team, moving forward slowly with the team, like a winding black dragon.

   "—The 1,236 judges in the court sent off the 53.64 million soldiers who died in the war."

   Another sound came, and the gates of the city-state opened wide, and an extremely long team came out, each holding a small black box in their hands.

  The team continued to expand, and more and more teams joined it, like a river flowing into the sea.

"—The 2,564 residents of Hope City are seeing off the 53,640,000 soldiers who died in the war." Yalin, the gray-haired city lord, arrived with a mighty crowd, each with an expression on his face. Solemn.

   "—1,658 residents of Antuofa City..." followed by another team.

   "—One thousand three hundred and forty-four residents of Rocco City..."

   "—One thousand one hundred and sixty-eight inhabitants of Hybemi City..."

   "..."

   "..."

  More and more people joined the funeral team. Each team was from various forces that participated in the war in the past forty years. Each of them participated more or less in this cruel and long-lasting war.

  Rivers flow into rivers and converge into new rivers. Gradually, the river evolved into the sea, and the river flowed into the sea, endlessly.

  Until a clear sound—

   "—Two members of the battle group, seeing off the 53.64 million soldiers who died in the war."

   This is the force with the smallest number of people, it is simply too small compared to a large team with hundreds or thousands of people.

   They are just two people.

  Amidst the breeze, Che strode forward, with the **** cloak fluttering behind him. Next to him was a girl with a rapier at her waist, also wearing a blood-colored cloak, holding a pitch-black urn in her hand. Inside the box is a monument to humanity.

  A pure white lily is tied to the urn, the petals are covered with dew.

  The first bouquet of lilies in spring has withered, and the second, third... thousands of lilies in spring have a chance to bloom. The white-haired old man of the Kelstia family had already led his granddaughter for a walk in the bright sunshine.

   "—Meng Yuan, one of the Nine Alliances, sees off the 53.64 million soldiers who died in the war."

  A red-haired man came, he also did not bring a huge team, and his voice was not loud. He just gave a low voice and blended into the crowd.

   "—Violet, the free force, led a hundred and twenty-nine mercenaries to see off the soldiers who died in the war."

   Violet brought volunteer players to participate in this funeral. This war infected these players who claimed to be the fourth natural disaster. Even though there was no system reward for participating in the funeral, they came to participate.

   "—Yinggou Dongxu and Xudong, leading the 394 Yinggou guards, seeing off the soldiers who died in the war."

   "—Eden Mera and Cheng Luohe led 298 researchers to see off the soldiers who died in the war."

   Followed by the old lady Mela wearing the emblem of the Garden of Eden, and the sniper Cheng Luohe who lost one eye.

   "—Yaoguang Anita..."

   "—Six hundred and eighty-five residents of Thirteen Cities..."

  Soldiers, generals, ordinary residents, vagrants, mercenaries, players, students, farmers... People from various industries gathered in the team.

  Among the turbulent sea of ​​people, some people wept silently, while others looked solemn. The setting sun was sinking, and even the coffin was glowing with a layer of shining gold.

  The world of ruins is too big for everyone to be present, but it seems that all the nostalgia are gathered here to end this huge war.

  The smoke cleared, and the white birds sang around. This is a spring earned by countless lives struggling to burn.

   On the hillside in the distance, Noel watched this scene.

  He faced the air and murmured:

"It is said in "The Brothers Karamazov"-I love mankind, but I am really puzzled by myself: the more I love mankind as a whole, the less I love specific people. I often intend to devote myself to mankind with passion, but I cannot stay in the same room with anyone for two days: the more I hate a particular person, the more passionately I love humanity as a whole."

  He stopped talking to himself, and murmured in a low voice: "...So, is there some kind of 'program' controlling you?"

   While he was thinking, a "girl" in a Lolita skirt came over.

   "Noel, if there are no accidents, tomorrow will be the last day of the dungeon." Yamada Machiichi said.

  Noel stopped talking to himself, and smiled at Yamadachoichi:

   "Yes, today is February 5th, the day after tomorrow we can catch up with the seventh day of the Lunar New Year in Dragon Kingdom, and we can make up for the New Year."

   "I remember you are from Yu country?" Yamada Machiichi said.

"Not really." Noel shook his head: "But it should be very interesting to celebrate the New Year of the Dragon Kingdom with you. When I traveled around the world, no one accompanied me to celebrate these festivals. Since I met you, it seems that many things have happened. It all became more interesting.”

   As he spoke, he fiddled with something in the palm of his hand.

  Yamada Machiichi realized that Nuoer was holding a snow-white bird in his hand. The white bird seemed to like Nuoer very much, and kept rubbing against Nuoer's palm.

"If we come back the day after tomorrow... I've already figured out a general itinerary." Nuo Er said: "On the first day, we will follow the customs of the Dragon Kingdom. Let's make dumplings, cut paper, paste Spring Festival couplets, and cook New Year's Eve dinner together? Will Su Mingan like these? ?”

  As a Fuso native, Yamada Machiichi pondered for a moment: "I don't know much about Dragon Country's festivals."

  If you were an ordinary Longguo person, you should have been bored with the activity of making dumplings. But for Su Mingan, who no longer has a family at the age of ten... Maybe these activities are really novel.

  Nuoer whispered: "I heard that the people of Long Kingdom like to have a lot of people, how about we invite more people?"

   "Hmm..." Yamada-cho didn't know how to respond when he saw Noel's shining eyes.

"Lin Yin will definitely be invited, and Luna and Lu may be fine too. As for Lu Shu and others..." Noel frowned at this point: "If Lu Shu is not here, Su Ming'an will not be happy... It seems that Lu Shu must bring .And Su Rin... Su Rin probably won't come, I can hardly imagine him making dumplings."

   "Do you think Lu Shu is still alive?" Yamada Machiichi said.

   "I guessed who Lu Shu is, so he should still be alive." Noel said.

   "Who is it!" Yamada-cho was in a panic.

Noel shook his head and said nothing: "As for the next day, let's go to the New World Guild together. I have already asked Sero to build a suitable weapon for each of you. How about we go to the zoo the next afternoon? I heard It is said that there is a super-large zoo in a district, whether it is feeding white pigeons in the square, or going to the botanical garden to see flowers, it will be very interesting.”

   "On the third day, we are free to choose where to play. If Su Mingan's power-holder skills have been upgraded, maybe we can still go to Playa to play? Machiichi Yamada, is there any place you want to go?"

"I…"

  Looking at the rare Noel who chattered endlessly, the uneasiness in Yamada Machi's heart became heavier.

  Noll always does, masking crisis with optimism. Obviously Noel himself is the most dangerous person now, but he has been thinking about how to bring everyone happiness.

  After the end of the Ninth World, Noel will definitely be taken away by the organizer for investigation... As for the result of the investigation, no one knows what will happen.

  Whether it’s business as usual, or Noel will never be able to play the game again, or the worst end... Yamada Machichi himself is afraid.

   "Noel, aren't you afraid?" Yamada-cho looked at Noel.

   Noel's voice paused.

  His blue pupils trembled slightly, but there was no extra emotion in them.

   "I'm afraid." After a while, Noel said.

   "Afraid?" Yamada-machi stared at Noel's face when he heard this, but he didn't even notice the slightest bit of fear.

   "I'm actually scared," Noel repeated.

   Even when he said this, he still kept smiling. Like a perfect china doll, people think he is always smiling.

"Of course I am, Yamada," said Noel. "I am afraid that I will never see those children again. I am afraid that I will be detained on trumped-up charges. I am afraid that I will never be able to embark on a journey and lose my life and freedom." It's scary for anyone."

   Speaking of this, Noel raised his head and stared at the dark coffins in the distance: "But there are some things that make people unwilling, which can make me higher than these fears."

Yamada-cho blinked and said suddenly, "Noel, if you have authority, then you will surely lead us all to victory. If you don't have authority, then you will surely be safe. Both outcomes are good, so, I think the future might be really good."

  Noel was slightly stunned, looking at Yamada Machikazu's firm eyes.

  He smiled slightly.

"yes."

   "The future may really be good."

   "Yamada, I think about what we can do on the third day."

   "What?" Yamada Machiichi asked doubtfully.

   "..."

  Noel's pupils reflected memories.

  Memory pictures floated in his mind, accompanied by the past that he never said.

   Bouquets, rings, wedding cakes, churches, orchestras, clocks at twelve in the morning.

  His hands clenched slightly. The white bird flew up from his hand, landed on his shoulder, and gently pecked his cheek.

  His smile is extremely pure, free from dirt, and can bring warmth to people at any time. The breeze brushed his blond hair as if living in symbiosis with the white birds kissing him.

   "Machiichi Yamada, I want to be with you," Noel said:

   "Watch a wedding."