Chapter 295: Past and Future (Part 3) She did not ask him for help...
"I will never forgive you." Ever.
Little Arnold said seriously.
The drunken man staggered, his beard tangled and messy. He didn't react for a moment, staring at him with his cloudy eyes for several seconds. Then, his usually silent son raised his dull gray eyes and looked directly at him. The man suddenly flew into a rage and stepped forward: "Damn you little stray dog! Who allowed you to talk to me like that?"
A huge monster called "Father" is raising his hand and smashing it down.
Arnold looked up, something he had once been so afraid of that he had grown accustomed to it.
The veins on the adult man's angry fist bulged, casting a shadow on Arnold's young face.
His eyes were indifferent. He pulled out the kitchen knife that had been sharpened to a sharp point and went straight forward.
The flesh and blood hit the dim cold light, splashing bright red.
There was a sudden wailing sound in the dilapidated house. The big bearded man could not help but squat down and cover his broken hand. His drunkenness was immediately driven away by the pain.
Arnold ignored his shaking hands and quickly stuffed the rag into his mouth while pressing the kitchen knife to his neck.
The big bearded man's eyes were filled with rage, and he felt a sudden sharp pain in his neck. He endured the pain and tried to raise his hand again. This time, he was determined to break the little stray dog's neck!
"Are you planning to break my arm, or kill me?" Arnold asked expressionlessly, his eyes gleaming coldly. "I advise you not to entertain such dangerous thoughts. I just took a blow from you, and my hand is shaking. You'd better not move."
After he finished speaking, he let his hands tremble, and the man bled.
The bearded man's eyes were full of anger, but no one could do anything about him for the moment.
Was his hand shaking real, or was it fake? His son, who had always been submissive, suddenly fought back, and he felt like he couldn't hold back his breath.
He glared at him.
"Dad, you don't want to die here with me, do you?" The clear gray eyes were filled with biting coldness, the terrifying murderous intent bursting out of his body, and the momentum he had cultivated by Vifiya's side in recent years, sobered the man up completely from the alcohol and his mind suddenly became clear.
Where had he ever seen such a situation?
Damn it, the wild dogs would really kill him.
After confirming that his "father" had really escaped, Arnold finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked at his shaking hands.
It was indeed a bit difficult to use a child's body to fight against an adult.
Although he has returned to the state of a child, fortunately his fighting instinct and experience are still there.
His cowardly "father", who could only swing his fists and whose "brute force" had greatly decreased due to years of drinking, now seemed to be full of flaws in his eyes.
"Father" will come back and try to kill him.
The hand holding the kitchen knife was so tight that it caused a burst of pain.
It hurts, it's not a dream.
He remembered that they were clearly in a pure white space before, and Goddess Lehomi cast a spell and arrived here in the blink of an eye.
Is it going back to the past? Or...
"Gu~~"
The sound of his stomach interrupted his thoughts.
He put the kitchen knife on his waist without hesitation and turned around to look for food. He hadn't been hungry for a long time.
Even though he hadn't lived this kind of life for a long time, the memories of many years were still hidden in Arnold's mind. He skillfully rummaged through the simple long house and finally found half a piece of hard, moldy black bread.
He stared at the black bread calmly for a while, trying to figure out whether he had enough strength to go out and find something else to eat.
Finally, he turned to the hearth to boil water.
Boiling water was smoking in the worn stone bowl, and the black bread was put in. Not long after, the black bread became a little softer, and the fingertips gently peeled off the surface skin.
He has indeed become picky. He used to just chew on it.
Arnold was lost in thought as he ate the bread that had a terrible taste, a lingering smell of smoke and dust, mixed with water, and was rotten in the mouth, without any wheat flavor.
He was already beginning to miss being her knight.
No, he was her knight now too.
Thinking of this, he stuffed the remaining few bites of bread into his mouth.
Vifiya never let him eat this kind of thing, or rather, he always ate with her since he officially became her knight, although her reason was to prevent some ignorant people from disturbing her meal time.
Well, I guess everyone except Isidore would throw away the black bread that had already entered his stomach.
Arnold stood up and glanced around the dim hut again with his calm eyes.
If this was the past, he would wait for the future where he would meet her; if this was a dream, he would punch himself to clear his mind; if this was a false reality...
However, even if he knew everything that might happen in the future, Arnold would not easily change, or leave "home" early.
He couldn't leave yet because his sister hadn't appeared yet. He couldn't leave his sister alone to face this miserable life.
The wheat fields in the countryside are harvested and plowed, the seeds are sown and harvested, and the earth withers and flourishes repeatedly.
Arnold followed his old path and fled "home" with his sister.
But there are still some differences, such as his "father" no longer dares to rob him of his money, and the thugs who robbed him of his money back then failed to hurt him and his sister.
The fight was also seen by the old mercenary. Arnold, like before, followed the old mercenary with full of vigilance and suspicion.
He never thought that this was the real reality.
He thought that by following his past experiences, he would be able to meet her again.
…
No.
…
What went wrong?
He embarked on the life he had planned for himself before he met her.
He often heard from her, but never saw her.
Arnold estimated the time when the new class of students would start, and he waited in the garden for a whole day, but she did not appear, and neither did Isidore.
It's different from what I remember.
She appeared at Alsain College, and when he rushed over, the carriage from the Marquis of Casely had just left; she appeared on a busy street, but he was squeezed further and further away by the crowd, and the familiar face became more and more distant; vacation began and ended, and he never saw her again...
Every time, I missed it.
She didn't become a marquis. She accepted the marriage arranged by the Marquis of Caseley to the Duke of Dordo. It was said that the eldest son of the Duke of Dordo had a deep relationship with her...
eldest son?
No matter how he inquired, he found out that there was only one child in the Duke of Dordo's Mansion, Ferick Dordo.
Where's Osa?
Arnold had just finished a commission and was dragging his injured body back to the hotel when he heard unbelievable news.
Vifiya died. It was said that she died on her way home after attending a banquet in Lachigo. The wind and rain were so strong that her carriage fell off a cliff.
During the days when they had no contact, Arnold's previous imagination, that she would be her noble lady and he would be his nameless knight, came true.
But…but…
He had clearly imagined... clearly imagined... her enjoying a lifetime of prosperity, surrounded by happiness that would bring a smile to her face, until she grew old in warmth, rather than at a young age...
Definitely not young...
Arnold rushed out of the hotel. There was a lot of noise all around him. The sound seemed to come from far away. There were no people around him. He suddenly came to his senses.
Where should he go?
Where can he go?
They had no relationship at all, not even a single word of exchange.
He did not see Vifia, nor did he see Kahalun, nor did he see Osha, nor did he see Isidore.
Scenes from past memories flashed through my mind, but which one was the reality?
Arnold suddenly felt a little confused.
He returned to his home in Graymoon Ridge, gave all the money he had recently earned to Bailey, and accepted a commission from Cintron County in Seronil, where the Marquis of Kesley's residence was located.
…
Arnold's life was exactly as he had planned, even his death.
He died in an extremely dangerous commission in Ulusia, where his employer offered him a high reward and promised to pay him half the money upfront, regardless of whether the commission was successful or not.
As his life drew to a close, Arnold thought of Bailey. He hadn't written or heard from her in so long, and she probably understood, right? Fortunately, he had saved enough money for his sister, thus fulfilling his life's goal.
He thought of Vifiya's face again, and the faces of Osha and the other three.
Suddenly a line connected my chaotic head, and even though my consciousness was blurred, I suddenly woke up. This is not reality!
Over the years, his understanding of the world close to reality has become blurred.
"Is this really not reality?" asked a voice that could not be distinguished between male and female.
He couldn't answer, he couldn't answer anymore.
The moon hangs high in the sky, casting a silvery shadow down.
Gray Eyes was able to glimpse the light again, and this time, the first person he saw was still himself.
The only difference was that he became a bystander.
Arnold saw his life repeated four times and his death repeated. Each time, he just passed by Vifiya in the distance without even raising his eyes.
The fifth time, she was walking towards him from the other side of a path in the academy. Perhaps because he had heard of her, as she was a famous figure, he glanced at her.
That's all they have in common.
The sixth time, Arnold counted carefully, they had met five times in total, or rather, he had met her unilaterally.
A young lady of aristocracy, an ordinary commoner, one destined to look down upon, the other destined to admire, what kind of intersection would they have? They still didn't say a word.
The seventh time, they finally communicated.
At that time, she was being chased, and the embarrassed lady finally saw someone else. She ran towards him breathlessly.
Instead of asking him for help, he borrowed his sword.
No, it should be said that she snatched his sword.
The lady, whom he had only heard of, drew the sword from his waist.
He could have ducked.
Why did they approach him after confirming that he was probably not dangerous, but were unwilling to ask for or order his protection? Nobles always had many ways to make commoners risk their lives for them. Arnold was sure that if Miss Kesley could give him a generous reward, he would be happy to temporarily become her sword at this moment.
A man who can bend for money is indeed not suitable to be a knight.
Miss Casely's swordsmanship couldn't be called swordsmanship at all, her swinging movements were clumsy, but fortunately she was flexible and sharp enough.
He stood there without moving. Faced with this situation, most people would take the initiative to help, whether out of chivalry or the identity of the young lady in front of him. Maybe she could get help from the Caseley family in her future.
Even a little help from an ancient family would be envied by the civilian knights. Everyone would grit their teeth and wish they were the ones who saved Miss Casely.
Well... a great noble, for the sake of face, should be very generous.
Thinking of this, Arnold decided to help Miss Casely in order to get a generous reward. Of course, if the Casely family offered him a future as a thank you, he would express it tactfully. He wanted money. Being a low-level knight in the Casely family might be very face-saving, but this was not what he wanted.
The reward a low-level knight gets is not as much as taking on some dangerous commissions.
Besides, if this young lady told the story of his inaction and the academy judged him to be violating the spirit of chivalry, it would be troublesome. He didn't want to study for several years only to waste his time.
He needed a knighthood.
As Arnold stepped forward, the last pursuer fell.
It's unbelievable. She is a noble lady of distinguished status and has never even learned swordsmanship, but she can kill two people in such a short time after getting a weapon.
He thought she would be scared, but her hands were so steady.
Blood was still dripping down the sword, and her red pupils turned, still filled with cold murderous intent, almost making him think that she mistook him for a third person.
"You are a student of Alsayin College," she said.
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