Chapter 116 The Unfortunate
"Working as a school janitor... and then as a waiter on weekends..." Saislun said sympathetically, "You rats, it's not easy..."
"You can call me whatever you want." Gulibo said dejectedly.
"Sadness, the fatigue of sadness needs nourishment." Sai Silun smiled cautiously and ingratiatingly, like an elderly person communicating with his grandchildren. "Popsicles! Children love them! Do you want some?"
A thin, square piece of ice emerged from the Iceman's fingertips. It wasn't really a popsicle, nor did it have any flavor. It was simply a small ice cube formed by the condensation of water elements using the power of turbid tears. But even if Gulbo had ten times the courage, he wouldn't dare refuse. He nibbled at the popsicle even more flatteringly than the Iceman. The Iceman smiled at him.
On closer inspection, this turbid tearful creature wasn't actually that scary. He was a large man in his forties, with a flat nose, small eyes, rough skin, and a bald head covered with a dirty knitted cap. His coat wasn't very clean either, looking as if it hadn't been washed in days. As Gulibo ate his popsicle, his eyes wandered from time to time, and his fingers moved awkwardly. He was probably introverted and not very sociable, which was why he kept making these little movements.
Apart from the cold and blue skin, Gulbo would have thought he was just another laborer, or perhaps an unemployed homeless person. But he still remembered the ice that had frozen him for half a day the previous day, and the cold snap that nearly blanketed the entire city. His personal experiences had made it impossible for him to view the Iceman as a friendly old man; he still felt the shadow of death hanging over him.
"It's wonderful! Watching the little animals play is so heartwarming..." Saislun muttered to himself, "I always keep biscuits in my pocket... I break them up after work, then turn my pocket inside out and the little animals will come and eat them themselves... It's very convenient..."
He felt in his pocket and pulled out a piece of ice.
"But now it's no use. Now there's only ice." The little eyes became moist. "Ah, sadness, sadness flows in my head. Why—"
Gulibo gasped and interrupted the conversation frantically: "Sir, what is your job?"
Sethron paused, his already fuzzy train of thought smoothly diverted. He hunched his neck and said shyly, "I've... always been timid and not very bright. I didn't read much, so I became a mercenary..."
What's the point of this?! What does your situation have to do with this conclusion?
"Being a mercenary is very tiring, just like you. As soon as the ship arrives, we're busy moving cargo, moving things from here to there. The foreman's word is enough to make you run halfway across the city, and there are no holidays..." Saislun smiled bitterly, "Going to the research institute, then to the mayor's house... Every day is drenched in sweat. When you get on the public water truck, everyone stands a little apart..."
"No one likes standing next to me, and I also feel it's not nice to get on the bike when things are like this... So I ride my bike home every day... See, it's very tiring..."
"Is this a mercenary job?" Gulibo's face was stiff. "I think this seems like a job..."
"It's mercenaries! It's mercenaries!" Saislun's eyes suddenly widened. "I remember it all! I kill a lot of people every day, and their blood flows before my eyes like rain... That blood will seep into my eyes! And into my bones!"
"Yes, you are right, you are a mercenary who can stop children from crying!" Gulibo raised his claws in surrender.
"Yeah, it's terrifying!" Saislun said hoarsely, "That's why children don't like to get close to me. Not to mention the opposite sex... I can't get along with my fellow workers... I can only talk to small animals like I am now... It makes me feel warm inside..."
"But lately, small animals die if they get close to me... I'm frozen... I can't find warmth no matter what..."
He fell silent, his shoulders heaving as large tears fell, freezing into ice crystals before they hit the ground, turning to dust. The middle-aged man wept like a child, clutching his face tightly and lowering his voice, afraid to disturb others. His weeping felt as humble and oppressive as his life itself.
Gulibo felt awful. He knew this was a trait of the Turbid Tears; those on the Supreme Path often struggled to control their emotions. But he couldn't bear to see the man beside him suffer so much. He pulled out the tomato he'd secretly brought and shoved it into the man's hand.
"Eat a tomato," it said bravely. "It can be eaten even if it's frozen!"
The cherry tomatoes were frozen as soon as they were taken out. Sethron tried a bite. They were sweet, like ice cream. He smiled with joy, wiping away tears.
"Thank you. It's been a long time... many years since anyone has brought me food."
Gulibo felt embarrassed: "That's too exaggerated. After all, your parents are..."
"Many years ago..."
"……sorry."
Sethron shook his head.
"I can't say it was all that long ago. It feels like it happened just two years ago. The hospital bed, the funeral, the empty house. And then all of a sudden... time just flew by. Work. Running around. Resting. Feeding the animals. Spring and autumn. Doing the same thing every day, time flies by...
Then, before you know it, you'll notice that the people around you have grown up with the passage of time. They fall in love, get married, have children, and buy houses. They've become adults. But I'm still the same kid, sitting in a chair feeding the animals.
"Then you'll start to doubt, with a strong sense of unreality. Is all this real? Am I still dreaming?" Saislun looked at his hands. "I'm a mercenary... am I a mercenary? When did I start being able to conjure up ice cubes?
Am I still dreaming in the classroom? It's just a normal afternoon. I woke up, got scolded by the teacher, and then chatted with everyone... Then I went home to see my parents and told them about this long dream..."
Sethron trembled as he spoke, his bluish skin and cloudy eyes becoming transparent. His emotions were uncontrollable again, and he was about to turn into an ice sculpture. At this time, Gulibo jumped up and pointed behind the bench: "It's not Mengbo! Listen, listen!"
He heard the bell, just as penetrating as he remembered it, waking every naughty child from their dreams. The lights in the buildings lit up one by one, and Jinye City No. 3 Elementary School was about to open.
"It's morning...ah..." Sai Silun nodded slowly, "Yes...I can't dream anymore...How can this be real? How can mice talk..."
He gently put Gulibo down, wrapped his coat around him, and walked towards the north as the bells rang.
"I have to get to work quickly... I also have work to do at the mayor's house... I have to be there on time..."
Parents dropping off their children avoided the homeless man with disdain, and security guards stood vigilantly in front of the students. No one paid any attention to his mumbling. Gulibo watched him walk away, feeling a lump of ice nestling in his stomach.
He said hello to the children and returned to the toy corner. Mr. Stoneseed found an old roster that included Sethron's name and photo. He had never looked very bright since he was a child.
This was his alma mater. Shi Zhong wrote, "His memory was fuzzy, and he subconsciously came here to recapture his past."
Gulibo rubbed his little paws.
"Master Shenshu, can we..."
We can, and we should.
"Child, we must have great love in our hearts. A helpless child and a helpless adult are no different to you and me. Find an opportunity to contact Chu Hengkong and ask the knight beside him for help."
It’s time for us to take action.
On the wall outside the elementary school, Guang Shiqingye appeared silently, her scarf fluttering in the morning breeze.
From the very beginning, she had been keeping a close eye on the Iceman. This place wasn't far from the park where Qingye was temporarily resting. Even a stone seed could detect Saislun's whereabouts, let alone a Canxin who was skilled in elemental exploration. She had originally intended to wait for Gulbo to leave and then assassinate him, but after hearing those words, she couldn't hold her knife tightly, and watched Saislun leave.
Something's wrong. He's clearly a civilian, but he thinks he's a mercenary... his cognition is confused, his memory is distorted, and he's on an uncontrollable rampage...
There's no mistake. I'm afraid Iceman Sethron isn't a Transcendant at all. He's been accidentally exposed to some powerful force, and the memories and emotions imposed upon him have transformed him into turbid tears, just like the mass production of lower-level Scourges by the Mabiao.
This conclusion further solidified Qingye's confidence in his reasoning. The mastermind wasn't a Scourge. If a high-level Scourge were truly present, the entire Golden Leaf City would have been reduced to hell long ago. So, perhaps Sethron had accessed a secret inherent to Golden Leaf City... Could that be the reason those Gray Mist Undead were here?
(Sai Silun mentioned the mayor, and it turns out Jin Ye is also involved in this matter... We can't just wait and see! Now that we have discovered him, we must keep a close eye on him. Whether we save him or kill him, we must take responsibility!)
Qing Ye put on the shadow robe and followed the Iceman away. A little girl on her way to school happened to see this scene. She pointed at the empty wall and shouted, "Mom! There was a big girl in tights running on the wall!"
"What nonsense are you talking about? I told you not to read magical girls! Go home and throw away your idle books!"
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So, with the arrival of the second day, people from all parties began to take action.
Shax controls Iceman's movements.
Iceman Sethron is still wandering, trying to find his past.
Qingye uses reasoning to follow clues.
Gulibo and Shi Zhong plan to contact Chu Hengkong.
The eggs rolled around happily.
Chu Hengkong and the other two decided to visit the mayor, one to use official forces to search for the stone species, and the other to investigate the local truth.
Mayor Jinye lay motionless in his mansion.
The next conflict is brewing, and some of them will leave the market today. The trader who made this decision is observing another mastermind in his stronghold.
"I'll be frank," Olek said. "Vansalar, what exactly do you want to do this time?"
(I just realized there hasn't been any Akong plot for a few days!
Ah, the good news is that tomorrow we can finally return to the main perspective. When there are too many people, the camera will unconsciously start cutting more)
(End of this chapter)
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