Chapter 144 The Haze of History
Rong Le sat at the desk with a serious look in his eyes.
He kept thinking about the dream he had just had. This dream was so real. For a person like him with extremely high inspiration, he usually would not have meaningless dreams.
Something is wrong. Something is very wrong.
How dare Renault do that? He was so skilled at scratching his neck. How many times had he practiced secretly?
Rong Le was completely unguarded against him because they had been together for such a long time. If Renault had wanted to, he would have died countless times.
What was even more puzzling was that he seemed very familiar with this scene, as if he had experienced it countless times.
Rong Le touched the smooth and delicate neck, and there was no trace of wound on it.
In fact, it’s not just the dream just now, he often encounters familiar scenes in life.
Rong Le had never cared about these things before, thinking them as her own illusions. However, when she thought about it now, she felt something was wrong everywhere.
He seemed to have forgotten a lot of memories.
Rong Le was thoughtful. This dream might represent some kind of omen, conveying some message to him. It would be better for him to follow his heart and explore this matter. Perhaps he could follow the clues and find the truth hidden in it.
He didn't care much about being killed by Renault in his dream.
Although it is not certain whether Renault really did it or intended to kill him, he must have his reasons for doing so, and Rong Le will not have any opinions about Renault because of this.
What he needs to do now is to find out the truth.
At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.
The only person who could knock on his study door at this time was Renault.
Lei Nuo's voice was very calm: "Rong Le, you haven't eaten for two consecutive meals."
It seemed like some kind of omen of death, and the suppressed emotions hidden in it made people dare not act rashly.
“…”
Rong Le slowly sat up straight: "Come right in."
Having accidentally overstayed her time in the study, Rong Le missed breakfast and lunch. Feeling somewhat guilty, she sat at the dining table, poking at the meal prepared for her by her virtuous friend.
Although it seemed a bit irresponsible to run away like that that night, Renault continued to take care of his life without any complaints. He didn't think much of it at first, but now he feels a pang of conscience.
Rong Le secretly glanced at Renault, thinking she was being very discreet, but in fact, she was caught by him the next second: "It seems that you are really not hungry."
Renault narrowed his eyes slightly, his tone carrying a hint of threat: "Since you don't want to eat, why don't we do something else?"
Rong Le didn't want to know what Renault was talking about, so she immediately lowered her head and started eating in small bites.
Renault sat on the other side of the dining table and looked above his head, sighing helplessly, feeling that he had really found an ancestor for himself.
After dinner, Rong Le stood up as if nothing had happened and said to Lei Nuo, "I'm going out for a while."
"The teacher asked me to go back to school to find him and help him deal with some things. I will ask for leave from the church later and will not be back in the short term."
He paused and added, "But I'll be back as soon as possible."
Rong Le did not lie, he did receive a notice from the teacher asking him to go back.
He is Ornn's disciple and the only one in the school who catches his eye. This is also one of the reasons why he is so popular among the students of this class.
When Orne first came to the school to teach, countless people wanted to get in touch with him and gain more connections and resources.
However, he treated everyone equally with disregard.
Only one day when he met Aoun at school, Rong Le politely lowered his head slightly and stepped aside to make way for him.
As the two passed each other, Orne suddenly stopped and said to him, "What's your name?"
After learning his name and class, Orne knew that he was a church student, but he was still thoughtful.
A few days later, Ornn suddenly approached him and asked him directly if he was willing to be his disciple.
This opportunity certainly could not be missed, so Rong Le agreed.
In school, in addition to learning more advanced knowledge and expanding your network of contacts, it is also a rare thing to become a disciple of a teacher.
Some of the teachers teaching in schools teach for a long time, while some teach irregularly. Most of these teachers enjoy a high status in their respective fields, and teaching is just a task for them.
If you catch their eye and become their closed disciple, it is equivalent to enjoying the teacher's network resources, which can be said to be a strong backer in the future.
So when Rong Le still had no whereabouts, many people were surprised. They didn't know whether it was because Ornn was too stingy or because the master and apprentice had a falling out.
Given Ornn's character, the two possibilities are evenly matched.
These rumors inevitably reached the ears of the parties involved, but Ornn himself did not care about this reputation. After all, his reputation had long been known to everyone.
However, although he is tolerant and respects his disciples' choices, he will not just ignore everything.
He still planned to bring Rong Le into this world of fame and fortune, to get to know more people and truths that only people in high positions could understand, to see deeper darkness, to become more cunning and sophisticated, and not to fall because of anyone's attack or frame-up, and not even have the chance to get up.
This time he asked Rong Le to go back, not only to help him deal with some affairs, but also to take him to meet some people he could not normally meet.
For example, the Elemental Tribunal and Fairlight that he had mentioned to Rong Le.
Renault had no objection to his words, nodded calmly, and accepted it.
Rong Le saw that he had no reaction, but instead felt uncomfortable. Before leaving, she would intentionally or unintentionally find an opportunity to sigh beside him: "The teacher will definitely introduce me to his friends."
"Starting to socialize again...it's only been a few days?"
"I hope he doesn't get too drunk. I'm not good at avoiding alcohol. I might even have to stop a drunk teacher. It's distressing just thinking about it."
Unable to bear it any longer, Renault put down the book and said, "Are you still not leaving? If you still don't leave, then don't leave. Be careful or I'll gag you."
Rong Le got the reaction she wanted and calmed down contentedly.
This is probably a common problem among cat owners. Now that the cat is well-behaved, Renault would rather see Rong Le making a fuss.
He lowered his eyes to look at Rong Le's profile. The calm young man had a handsome and noble beauty. The combination of aristocratic temperament and the solemnity of the church formed a unique charm that made people unable to take their eyes off him.
The long and curled eyelashes are beautifully shaped like butterfly wings. The cunning cat eyes will stare at something with interest when encountering something of interest, and the attention will keep shifting as the object moves.
Her slightly red lips were tightly pursed, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, making her look romantic and seductive.
He sighed again imperceptibly.
Renault leaned over gently, held Rong Le's shoulders, and whispered to him, "Look up."
He kissed her deeply.
The moist lips were constantly sucked, becoming slightly swollen and red, and the strength unconsciously increased, as if wanting to rub him into his bones.
The dark and greedy desires were transmitted through the intertwining, and Rong Le captured all his hidden thoughts.
Renault was far from being as calm as he appeared. This period of time was also full of torment for him, but he was used to accompanying Rong Le and used to being tolerant, so his own desires were insignificant in comparison.
He would always support his decision as long as Rong Le never left his side.
"Wait...that's enough."
Rong Le tried to stop him somewhat embarrassedly, tilting her head back and reaching out to cover Renault's mouth which was getting closer and closer. Her lips were wetly imprinted on her palm. The young man raised his eyes and looked at him darkly.
Rong Le was a little overwhelmed wondering how the relationship between him and Renault had suddenly become so strange. And since that night, it was as if some magical switch had been turned on, and he became full of aggressiveness, which often made him unable to resist.
After being held in his arms and sucked hard, I felt like I had lost all desire to live.
He couldn't accept this fact so quickly!
Rong Le pretended to be calm and pulled away, saying that she had to pack her luggage and would leave early tomorrow morning.
He breathed a sigh of relief only after he escaped back to the study and the door blocked Renault's burning gaze.
The teacher's invitation was a good opportunity. It allowed him to escape the control of the church and have a rare freedom.
Rong Le decided to hide it from her friend and secretly investigate this strange precognitive dream.
Before that, don't tell Renault about this.
*
The meeting with Fairlight went much as I had imagined.
The first time she saw him in the banquet hall, Rong Le raised her glass to him, smiled appropriately, lowered her eyes and drank the liquid in the glass in one gulp.
Ornn: "How was it? What did you think of meeting him?"
"A complete careerist, a madman with a warm exterior but a cold heart."
Rong Le looked at the figure not far away, wearing a holy white robe. The smile on his face was like a hypocritical mask, making people want to break it. "Perhaps he is still a fanatical supporter of execution."
Ornn clapped his hands and said, "Very good. Your mission is to establish a good relationship with him. Believe me, although the Elemental Tribunal appears to be independent, it actually has a terrifying degree of control over this country."
"Including the church?"
Rong Le raised her eyebrows slightly, wondering why Orn was trying so hard to recommend Fairlight to him. Was it so that he could have more help in the church in the future, or was there some other plan that he didn't know about?
Ornn's smile seemed vague and mysterious under the bright lights of the banquet hall. "Who knows? After all, no one has ever witnessed how they judged the gods."
During the conversation, the crowd made way for him like Moses parting the sea, and Fairlight walked up to him and Orn, who naturally started chatting with him.
"Is this your disciple?" Fairlight changed the subject to him.
"Yes, he is my pride."
Ao En looked at Rong Le and said, "You two are both young people. You must have more topics to talk about than me. Someone over there wants me to go drink, so I won't join them. You two should just stay put."
He waved his hand and left without looking back.
“…”
In terms of being unreliable, the master and the disciple are of the same lineage.
Fairlight chuckled. "Mr. Orne is still as carefree and easygoing as ever, with such a wide circle of friends. I really envy him."
Rong Le shrugged: "Maybe, on the contrary, there are many people who hate my teacher to the core, but they can't do anything about him."
Taking this opportunity, the two of them started chatting, and Rong Le could feel that Fairlight was very interested in him.
Maybe it was just like what the teacher said, they got along very well. Fairlight's hypocritical smile was disgusting, but Rong Le was already used to dealing with such people.
At a certain moment, Rong Le felt that Fairlight was very familiar, as if she had seen it there before.
But in the blink of an eye, his smile was still perfect: "What's wrong? Rong Le."
Rong Le lowered her eyes and placed her hand on her temples: "Maybe I'm a little dizzy."
Fairlight was understanding: "Go and have a rest over there. No one will mind."
He took Rong Le to a sparsely populated rest area, which was very suitable for conversation. Each seat was hidden, and the view and sound insulation were good.
Fairlight brought him a drink and placed it on his desk.
Rong Le: "Thanks, Mr. Fairlight."
"No need to be so unfamiliar." The young man in the robe lowered his eyes and said slowly, "Just call me Feier."
Rong Le felt a little irritated, not directed at anyone, but ever since he had that dream, everyone he saw seemed so familiar.
Whether it was Renault, the teacher, or Fairlight, these people, familiar or unfamiliar, seemed to have appeared in his life in other identities.
This feeling of confusion made Rong Le feel uncomfortable. The feeling of being out of control was not pleasant. Instead, it was constantly gnawing at his sanity, urging him to find the truth quickly.
This made him think of another possibility.
Could it be that he became mentally unstable because he was overly obsessed with research?
Rong Le's heart became alert, and she said calmly, "Fei Er, it seems that I can't continue to participate in the banquet today. Please tell the teacher for me that I will be leaving soon, so he doesn't have to wait for me."
He must stay away from any possibility of hallucination and must not go crazy in the banquet hall, otherwise his misdeeds will be spread throughout high society and his reputation will be ruined.
Fairlight seemed content with the affectionate address. "I'll cover for you. Rest here for a while. Leave when you're safe."
After there was no one else in the rest area, Rong Le finally leaned back on the dark sofa and breathed a sigh of relief.
The area he was in was located in the farthest corner of the rest area, with a dark secret door behind it. A heavy curtain was half-closed next to this corner, shrouding the place in darkness. If no one made a sound on purpose, almost no one would notice this place.
Rong Le looked listless, and her good mood was completely ruined.
He couldn't wait to escape from here, but being isolated from the crowd and feeling the cold wind made his aching and swollen head seem to feel much better.
He observed the banquet hall with a calm expression. The bright lights and gorgeous dresses filled the magnificent hall with people from the upper class. Luxurious food was placed on exquisite plates for people to enjoy.
Here, only power is immortal.
The darkness where he was seemed to be a sharp dividing line from the hall, as if they were two different worlds. Rong Le was not interested in these interpersonal interactions, but his identity forced him to cheer up and deal with these people.
Boring people, boring world.
Rong Le sat on the sofa, quietly emptying her mind and enjoying this rare tranquility.
Suddenly, a burst of hurried footsteps came from the darkness. Rong Le frowned slightly, with a hint of annoyance between her eyebrows.
He lazily got up and walked towards the secret door.
Perhaps some incompetent staff member was trying to make up for the mistake he had made. All the noise and shouting were hidden behind the secret door. They did not dare to let the commotion here disturb the important people in the banquet hall outside.
Rong Le tilted her head slightly and stepped into the narrow and dark passage behind the door.
Compared to the banquet hall, this place was filled with a lot of miscellaneous items and was a completely different world. He looked around but didn't see any signs of any living creatures.
Just as he was about to leave, a white figure quickly emerged from the cardboard box, passed behind him, and hid itself in an inconspicuous corner.
Then, footsteps were heard from the other end of the corridor.
Several alert staff members were holding flashlights and carefully searching every inch of the place. When they saw Rong Le standing at the dark door with a cold expression, staring at them with indistinct eyes, they all lowered their heads in panic.
"We are so sorry to bother you."
Rong Le nodded and asked, "I just heard a noise here, what are you doing?"
"We are pursuing a fugitive, my lord."
The leader hesitated for a moment and then said, "The fugitive is very dangerous and very deceptive. We are worried that he might hurt someone, so we are searching for him now."
"This is where the banquet is being held. Why would a dangerous fugitive appear here?"
His voice was filled with a hint of majesty, and his condescending attitude and aura made it difficult to underestimate him. The staff bent even lower, their temples covered in sweat. "Originally, we were going to auction him off to the adults later, but now..."
Rong Le scoffed, "Interesting, whose idea was this?"
Treating a dangerous fugitive as an auction item and having him appear at a dinner of this level is a decision that can only be made in the madness.
He dared to guarantee that if it really happened, the person who arranged this part would definitely regret it afterwards.
The staff member didn't dare to answer and said hesitantly, "We were ordered to take the auction items back, but due to poor supervision, he escaped."
He couldn't imagine what would happen if the fugitives rushed into the banquet hall.
He only knew that if something went wrong at work, his head would definitely be in danger!
"Okay." After asking the question, the noble boy with black hair and green eyes turned around with disinterest.
The staff member suddenly blurted out: "Excuse me, sir, have you seen a white-haired fugitive?"
"He's not very old. He's wearing a white prison uniform and has red eyes. He looks small..."
He spoke as if he didn't notice his colleague winking at him frantically.
Rong Le stopped and turned around leisurely, her figure slender and elegant. "I've been in the rest area at the door and have never seen any fugitives with white hair and red eyes."
"Oh, by the way, the main entrance is guarded. I think if the banquet hall doesn't have a third door, then it's safe for now."
After hesitating for a moment, the staff bowed and left.
Rong Le turned around and looked at the white-haired boy standing by the door, knife in hand, ready to rush out and take her hostage. She couldn't help but sneer, "Are you relieved now, little brat?"
The person in front of him was obviously the fugitive the staff had mentioned.
Rong Le looked at him. The boy was about thirteen or fourteen years old, with a thin figure and a gentle appearance.
However, although he seemed to be very harmless in appearance, a closer look revealed thin muscles on his arms and legs, which were full of explosive power. His red eyes were filled with excitement, and he looked a little crazy, as if he would stab you with the dagger in his hand in the next second.
"How old are you?"
"...sixteen years old."
"Wow." Rong Le sighed with an ambiguous feeling.
"Okay, you're safe now. I won't expose you."
Rong Le: "You can leave now."
The boy analyzed the situation in front of him in an instant.
The young man in front of him looked unarmed and stood there leisurely, as if he was not worried that he would attack him.
They stood in the shadow of the curtain, near the corner of the secret door. No one would notice what was happening here unless they shouted for help. He had every opportunity to attack the noble boy, kill him and leave.
Thinking of this, his body involuntarily took a step forward.
However, his innate intuition made him notice the details that he had previously overlooked at that moment.
The noble boy with black hair and green eyes wore a narrow-sleeved suit. The gorgeous and elegant silk shirt shone even in the dark. The tassel on his chest complemented the totem of the medal, which was a unique symbol of identity.
He just stood there and felt the oppression of the ruling class.
The boy suddenly woke up.
How dare he think of killing him? The man in front of him was definitely not stupid. Perhaps in his eyes, he was like a small animal locked in a cage, and any thought of struggling was so ridiculous.
He tempts him to have extreme thoughts, and then his life will be in his hands and he can do whatever he wants.
This is the disgusting aristocracy.
How could the young man not understand that Rong Le was trying to trick him into falling into a trap?
Seeing that he didn't take the bait, Rong Le's smile deepened.
"Excuse my bluntness, but assassinating me isn't a wise choice. The people who came here before would definitely guard this secret door and not allow any suspicious individuals to enter or exit. The guards at the main gate would verify the identities of the guests. There's no way a living person like you could escape from here in front of so many people."
Rong Le: "Now, you can only ask me for help."
He lowered his eyes and smiled, invitingly: "What do you think? Are you willing to put your life in my hands for self-preservation, or are you prepared to be trapped and die? This choice shouldn't be difficult."
If it were an ordinary person, he would have known the time and bowed his head, asking for his mercy and kindness.
Unfortunately, the pet he liked was not sensible.
"Rather than running away, I'd rather slit your throat. Hearing your wails and your blood would excite me even more."
The overly thin boy with white hair and red eyes spoke in a hoarse voice and stared at him intently, as if he could bite off his throat.
Rong Le smiled and cursed, "Little lunatic."
He wasn't angry, or rather, he was in a pretty good mood at the moment: "Struggling to survive, like a little wolf cub, this posture is so familiar, as if..."
As he said this, he suddenly realized something and his expression became gloomy.
I don’t know who he was thinking of, but in his memory, there was a vague figure following behind him, and the trusting eyes seemed to penetrate the fog, staring at him stubbornly and firmly.
Why do non-existent memories appear in my mind again?
The white-haired boy huddled cautiously in the corner, observing his expression sharply and vigilantly, not understanding why the noble master's emotions were so difficult to discern.
Rong Le closed her eyes slightly, calmed herself down, and thought to herself that she couldn't stay at this party any longer.
"Come on, dear boy. Maybe life behind a chain isn't as bad as you think."
"As for this place..."
He pointed to his throat and shrugged. "Unfortunately, this place has already been marked."
He waved to the white-haired boy, turned and walked out of the rest area.
After a moment of confusion, the boy decided to follow Rong Le and leave.
They walked through the crowd without seeming to attract anyone's attention along the way. Perhaps people in social situations have long learned to remain silent about things that have nothing to do with them.
Rong Le pointed to the white-haired boy at the gate guard and said, "My follower."
The guard's eyes swept over the boy's thin body and thin, worn clothes. Silently took a step back and bowed to let him pass.
In this way, he was brought out of this seemingly dangerous and luxurious palace without any obstruction.
After coming out, looking at the bleak night scenery, all the frivolous, noisy and luxurious surfaces were blown away by the cold wind, and for a moment it seemed as if I was in another world.
Rong Le had never wanted to know the truth so badly as at this moment.
Whether it was an illusion or he really forgot some memories, he had to find out as quickly as possible.
Rong Le was somewhat uninterested: "No matter where you want to go, I will pretend that I don't know."
It was as if he had just done a good deed on a whim, and his previous interest in the white-haired boy disappeared.
Are all nobles such fickle creatures?
The white-haired boy thought that his choice had been confirmed on the road just now.
He reached out and gently pulled the corner of Rong Le's clothes: "I am willing to go with you."
"You can ask me to do anything, and until I can't stand it anymore... I won't run away."
The boy's childish and calm voice made Rong Le turn around. He stared at him for a moment, as if defeated. He sighed and turned around and asked, "What's your name?"
"I don't have a name. They call me monster, Satan, or the devil."
"Okay, let me think about it." Rong Le ruffled his white fur, "Just call me Meryl."
The white-haired boy who now has a name seems to have restrained all his claws and become extremely obedient. This look is also familiar.
"Perhaps I'll become more and more proficient at picking up children..."
Rong Le didn't know why she made such a sigh.
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