Chapter 135 Hot Sand Dream
Exhausted from the vomit, Tirzad used him as a crutch, crossing his arms and glancing over there expressionlessly.
Well, why not by Gabriel?
Tierzad, who was unable to take care of himself, felt like he was about to vomit bile. At this time, only the great disciplinary officer Seno from the Sulun school could give him some comfort.
Simply put, elements, alchemy, and even geomancy research all fall under the purview of the Sulun School.
As a scholar of the causal school who studies history and humanities, Tirzad knew very well that Gabriel, a desert man who had difficulty even learning to read, could not give him such a sense of inner stability.
Sensing that Nashida wanted to serve as a mediator for a certain family, Senor looked over there, then back at Tirzad, and a sudden realization dawned on him. "I understand, Tirzad."
"Uh... Ugh!" Tirzad paused, took a deep breath, and was about to ask him what he understood, but the next second that feeling came up again.
"My Lord Seno, you, uh... you understand, um... ugh!... what?" He asked weakly and intermittently.
Seno explained convincingly, "When you feel like vomiting, you rarely come to me instead of Gabriel. Because—"
"I am the Grand Discipline Officer!"
He spoke the last sentence word by word.
"Ah?" Tirzad's face turned pale. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether it was because of the earth veins turning around or because of Senor's train of thought.
"Think about it carefully. A disciplinary officer, a disciplinary agency. When you feel like vomiting, you go to the disciplinary agency to avoid the strong smell."
After saying this, Seno looked into Tirzad's eyes sincerely, as if seeking his approval.
“…” I wanted to escape, but I couldn’t.
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Tirzad tilted his head and wanted to vomit again, but this time, he couldn't vomit anything and could only dry heave.
When Tirzad was frozen to the point of despair by Senor's cold joke, Gabriel spoke:
"I'm sorry, Jade. Lately... I've been a little neglectful of your feelings."
The father and daughter looked at each other for a long time and then separated. Jade lowered her head, which was originally tilted up, and her fingertips unconsciously rubbed.
Benben mumbled something incomprehensible in a mechanical language and hesitantly approached. Jiede finally woke up from her dream. In fact, she had not done this little action before. This habit had developed after Ming Chong sent her the postcard.
——When she was troubled, she had the habit of stroking that postcard... well, it was said that it could communicate with the dead.
After she came out of her obsession with the postcard, Jade hugged her legs under the desert night sky. The starlight, finer and more crystal clear than quicksand, witnessed her long silence. Finally, she put it away silently and has never taken it out again until now.
"Dad, I..." Jade couldn't help but call him, "But Chong..."
Emotions burst forth in an instant, then abruptly ceased. Jade's mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out.
At this moment, she lost her voice.
A faint and ethereal sigh was uttered by Gabriel at some unknown time.
"I know."
Those few words seemed to carry with them the deep, rock-like emotions of a father.
The stone struck Jade's heart, sending ripples through it, but she soon breathed a sigh of relief. Feeling her father's pain and struggle, even greater than her own, she finally calmed the pent-up anger that had lingered in her chest for so long.
Yes, even a 13-year-old child named Jade could sense this fragile and shaky relationship. How could Gabriel, who had personally experienced and clearly remembered this life for more than ten years, not feel anything?
He remembered how he and Yufei met and fell in love like a fish and a bird, and how, like a fish and a bird, they ended up in a tragic ending where they would never see each other again.
He also remembered how he and Sameer had been abandoned by the tribe, like stray dogs, wandering the desert like a group of ghosts. Their passionate love had ultimately burned out, leaving only a thick hatred.
He still remembered those tender hands, the sand and stones that could wear down his palms, the scorching sun that could burn his skin, and the power more terrifying than natural disasters that could pour out from them...
Finally, it was ordinary and covered with mud...
He was just sinking into depravity while being awake.
The more barren the land, the more it needs spiritual support, and the more steadfast the faith. That wonderful, vivid, and lively dream can torture the human spirit more than any materialized desire.
If Gabriel had not seen another possibility, he would probably have calmly taken Jade away from the desert. Even if he could never integrate into the rainforest, he would not have gone deep into the desert and would have just been an ordinary mercenary.
However, however——
Gabriel took a deep breath, and his calm voice held a reassuring power that reassured Jade, "I know you've been harboring many doubts lately."
"This world has always hidden many unknown forces. You are always puzzled. The contradictions between our memories are also one of the problems."
"Alas..." Gabriel sighed softly, "That memory has always been the most beautiful memory in our hearts..."
He still has his sanity and can make simple trade-offs of interests.
A Chong is indeed a good boy, but his power is so strong that he can easily decide the outcome based on his likes and dislikes.
As long as he doesn't want Samel to die, even if he blames her for Yufei's death, he will still hold on to his resentment and instinctively refuse to let go.
And what about himself? Gabriel knew he wasn't entirely innocent. It was understandable that Chong blamed himself for failing to manage the relationship between Yufei and Sameer.
And precisely because A Chong is a good boy, he knows that when he is not involved, he has no right to point fingers as a bystander.
So he pretended that he didn't know about the real entanglements and just continued with his current life seriously.
Sometimes Gabriel's soul was like a detached bystander, quietly observing the body bearing his own face, habitually caring for Ah Chong. His sanity was precarious, yet he couldn't help but think twice about Jade.
Obviously, both he and A Chong are sober people.
There is always a gap between beautiful memories and reality. They know this very well, so they trust and cling to each other, but also hate and distance themselves from each other.
Of course, some people drowned in the process.
The answer is self-evident.
Since Jade has already caught a glimpse of her past, Gabriel will not let her grow up with hatred. Perhaps one day he will go find Sameer to settle things.
Then... I just hope that Chong, who has already developed a bond with Jade, can take care of her more.
…
"Don't worry, Jade, this is a matter between us. You are not affected and you don't have to get involved in our problems."
Having said that, Gabriel looked at Jade deeply.
"You always have the right to choose. You can do what you want. Even A Chong... won't stop you."
Jade, who was immersed in her own emotions, suddenly withdrew, as if violating some mechanism, "Dad, why do you say that?"
After a pause, she continued:
"Don't set a flag!"
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Ming Chong, who had no idea how contagious he was, was walking happily inside the Guiji Garden and chatting casually.
"Speaking of which, Sameer, how did you manage to explore such a large ruin all by yourself?"
"...This is all the power of Lord Red King." Samel hesitated for a moment, not knowing what he was thinking about, but still answered quickly.
Looking at Ming Chong's face, which was the same as in his memory, Sameer stammered, "A-A Chong, do you blame me?"
"I killed Youfei." When Ming Chong turned his head to look at him, he added, "Youfei and I... have equal status in your heart. What do you think—"
"I am a sinner... should I... pay with my life?"
After speaking a few halting words, Sameer suddenly understood what he wanted to ask.
So he continued, "Do you want me to die? Would my death make you sad after you've stood here before me alive?"
At this time, Ming Chong, who could not see Samel's eyes, could not help but in his heart despise the desert people's habit of tying gold and red silk around their eyes.
Sameer's words made Ming Chong feel that his answer could determine his life or death intentions.
The sudden question made Ming Chong's mind wander for a moment. In a trance, he imagined that when Sameer pulled out the knife at Youfei, he said the following words -
"Do you think Chong will mourn for you?"
Or, when the three of them were sitting around the campfire, Sameer suddenly said -
"Who do you think is Chong's favorite family member among us?"
Ah, what a hell of an association.
Ming Chong shuddered.
To be honest, Ming Chong had never faced such an extreme situation, where a single sentence could decide someone's life or death and he had to bear the responsibility for someone else's life.
He has not yet reached such a level of arrogance.
Although he didn't know what kind of answer would be better, he thought about it for a moment and finally spoke.
"Although... Sameer did something wrong, I selfishly don't want you to die." Ming Chong's eyes wandered for a moment. "My reason, my morality, and my education should sentence you to death, but I selfishly don't want to do that."
“I don’t want to be the judge.”
Ming Chong had felt it a long time ago that no matter which world it was, it was all fucked up.
Even close friends whom you love very much may have opposing camps. It's either a life-or-death struggle or a life-or-death struggle.
In that world where the Star Gods existed, he had experienced something like this, such as [breeding] and [protection], [hunting] and [abundance]...
What were his choices at that time?
——No matter time and space, cause and effect, karma, no matter how chaotic the outside world is, friendship always stands alone.
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