Chapter 260: Standpoint
Percy felt his hands trembling uncontrollably. He stood in front of the second-floor window, hidden behind the tightly drawn curtains. The person reflected in the glass had a gloomy face, like a strange, lonely, and isolated old man, staring at everything on the street with hatred.
He nervously turned the family ring, stroking the golden band. The west wind carried a foul smell: the smell of the ocean, the smell of sweat, the smell of leather pickled in fish juices and glossy...
That person will not come, the devil whispered in his ear. Just a weak ordinary person, a liar who plays with people's hearts, a conceited traitor, abandoned you without hesitation, only abandoned you, leaving you in the abyss -
The doorbell rang.
The black-haired boy caught a glimpse of the delicate face in the glass, which showed an uncontrollable expression of joy that was almost flattering. He hated this discovery, but he still opened the door with anticipation.
"elder brother!"
Outside the door stood the person he had been waiting for. Percy gazed at his brother, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, almost with greed. He seemed to be much healthier than the last time they met. Although he was still as pale, he had a more vivid complexion, and the fatigue and excessive thinness caused by imprisonment were gradually disappearing.
Perhaps because of the glasses, the black-haired young man seemed a lot calmer. Percy didn't want to think about whether this was because he was someone he didn't want to see at all. He just regarded it as a special treatment given to him by his brother.
Percy calmly glanced behind him—there was no one else. A secret joy welled up in his heart. His brother was still willing to trust him and actually came alone to keep the appointment.
"I had to cancel a meeting." The older man raised an eyebrow at him critically. "Next time you want to see me, it's best to make an appointment a few days in advance. I'll arrange the time according to my schedule."
The black-haired boy responded quite obediently, turning sideways to signal his brother to come in and talk. He chose to fall behind him and locked the door with a click.
The address Percy Brody provided was a small two-story building. The room was dark, the curtains tightly drawn, not allowing any light to penetrate. The professor frowned, he could only barely see in the dim light. Just as his fingers touched the curtains, a sudden and powerful force suddenly pulled him back, and the next second, someone pressed his shoulders against the wall.
“…Let go.”
Nova narrowed his eyes in dissatisfaction. The black-haired boy pinned him down with both hands. Though he was several inches shorter than him, his strength was astonishing, so much so that his back hit the wall with a dull thud, and the patriarch's ring on his finger caused a dull pain in his shoulder.
"No one else can hear us now." The pair of eyes that were so close, vaguely similar to his, stared at him intently, their pupils shrinking to a tiny dot. He looked very serious: "Brother, please tell me the truth, what exactly do you want to do?"
"You said your enemy is the Church, but by launching a newspaper, stirring up riots, and forming a political party... you're definitely not just dealing with the Church, or even just one faction." Percy took a deep breath and asked in a suppressed voice, "Brother, do you want to overthrow the entire Silver Iris Empire?"
"That's about right." His brother agreed without hesitation or even hesitation.
Even though he had a premonition, Percy couldn't help but feel dizzy. But the other man still had the energy to frown at him and scold him coldly, "Let me go! You're hurting me."
"——Do you still know that you are just an ordinary person?"
Percy finally lost his patience and grabbed the other man's collar. He heard his own voice trembling as he nearly collapsed. "I know you're smart and powerful, brother, but you're just an ordinary person after all. You're fighting against a massive empire that's existed for over four hundred years and boasts three saints!"
"If you're alone, any sorcerer or warrior can easily kill you, even a child with a gun!" He stared desperately into those clear, cold, smoky-gray eyes, as if no matter how hysterical and crazy he was, it would be nothing but a childish and ridiculous temper in that person's eyes. "Even if, even if you have that guy by your side, what if those saints, even gods, want to attack you?!"
Why? Percy thought dejectedly, why couldn't this person be a little more mediocre and selfish, or a little more stupid and numb. If he didn't want to return to his family, then he didn't have to. As long as he stayed at White Tower University and did some harmless research, he was confident that he would become powerful enough to protect him for the rest of his life... But why, on what basis, did this person, as an ordinary person, arrogantly attempt to challenge the entire world - and yet chose to exclude him without hesitation?
The professor's focus was elsewhere. He slowly raised his eyebrows and said, "...God, you want to attack me?"
Percy choked for a moment, then silently let go of his hand. Just as he was about to say something, his eyes suddenly fixed on the other person's collar, which was pulled askew.
“…”
The professor couldn't help but hiss. His foolish cousin kept grabbing his shoulders like crazy, even getting harder and harder, his fingers almost digging into his flesh. He finally couldn't stand it anymore and pinched the other's tendons hard with his backhand. The latter was caught off guard and actually managed to break free.
"I said let go." The black-haired young man's face darkened as he elegantly straightened his collar. He cursed with an especially gloomy expression, "Has it been a while since we last met that you've degenerated to the point where you can't understand what people are saying?"
His cousin lowered his head in front of him, and upon closer inspection, his shoulders seemed to be shaking. Nova subconsciously narrowed his eyes in vigilance and glanced to the right calmly, just in case this guy suddenly went crazy.
As a result, when the boy finally raised his head again, he found that the other person's eyes were red.
professor:"……"
What is going on?
"Brother, tell me the truth." If you listen carefully, you can hear the voice of the youngest Lord's Prayer Warlock in the empire choking with sobs. "Did he bully you?"
The professor was silent for a moment. Even though he was extremely intelligent, he was still confused. "...Who?"
"That blond-haired guy named Azuka." Percy wanted to sound more mature and reliable. But he sadly discovered that his voice was embarrassingly revealing a fragile, crying tone. Damn it: "Did he force you? He threatened you to be with him... before he would continue to work for you..."
...What a mess. The professor inexplicably recalled all the things that might have triggered the other party's thoughts. When he caught a glimpse of his collar being pulled open and the layers of kisses and teeth marks extending deep beneath the collar, he suddenly realized.
"He didn't bully me, nor did he force or threaten me." The professor was very serious in defending someone's innocence: "We are healthy adults and we had consensual sex. This should have nothing to do with you, but thank you for your kindness."
As a result, the boy looked even more devastated for some reason, with red eyes that made him look like a defeated, frustrated and angry bull.
Percy heard himself mumbling incoherently, "Brother, you're crazy! Auntie will never allow you to marry a man home!"
The professor was silent for a moment, looking at him in confusion: "Why should I marry Azuka?"
The black-haired boy's eyes suddenly lit up for a moment because of this extremely faint hope.
"So... bro, you just want to have some fun?"
If it was just for fun… just for fun, he forced himself to suppress the inexplicable jealousy that was churning in his heart, almost making him explode into pieces with a bang, and kept trying to convince himself: that guy is at least strong and has a good-looking face, so he can be a decent toy for fun. When his brother gets tired of him, he can just dump him - although he still doesn't deserve his brother. Of course, even Her Royal Highness the Princess doesn't deserve his brother...
"First, my mother's attitude can't influence my decision. Secondly, according to the current laws of the Silver Iris Empire, marriage only occurs between men and women. There is no such thing as marriage between men." The professor frowned and gave a serious legal education. "'Marrying a man' is not legally valid and has no legal effect. It doesn't protect the rights of both parties, so I will not 'marry' him."
"And your view on love is seriously flawed." He scolded his brother harshly, "What do you mean by 'just for fun'? Relationships are serious matters. No matter how they end, you should at least ensure that the relationship is genuine enough during its duration. Otherwise, you're being irresponsible to both your partner and yourself."
Percy was dumbfounded. He had no idea how the conversation had reached this point.
"I, that's not what I meant." He took a step forward eagerly, trying to defend himself: "I've always been very self-disciplined. Those aristocratic children in school like to get involved in all sorts of messy and dirty things, and I never get involved..."
The professor subconsciously took a step back, putting some distance between himself and the young man who looked very excited and seemed ready to go crazy at any moment.
But this instinctive action suddenly calmed Percy down. He stood there, closing his eyes, his Adam's apple rapidly moving up and down. Although the expression on his face gradually faded, the dark-haired boy showed a hint of madness on the verge of collapse.
His voice was very low: "Mr. Nova, who are you to teach me a lesson?"
"Percy Brody." Nova stared expressionlessly at the young man who was related to his body. "What about you? On what grounds did you come to Port Morris in person to question my decision?"
The air seemed to freeze. Percy could hear the throbbing of his solar plexus, and a deep-seated, rotten, and smelly sense of shame was crawling up his spine.
This man was always like this, his soul seemingly detached from his body, towering over the two of them, mocking him unscrupulously. Every time you thought he had something special for you, the next moment you discovered he was still cold, rational, and cruel, like a statue of steel, never to collapse or decay—but why would a statue have its own "special case," one that had nothing to do with him?
What he hated most was that he would become extremely embarrassed because of the existence of this "special case".
——You are just a poor guy who is easily manipulated by an ordinary person.
What position, what position... Thousands of words tangled in his throat like thorns of steel nails and wires. The young man's lips moved, as if he said something.
Just as the professor frowned and tried to listen carefully, the other party suddenly grabbed his arm with his left hand, and the thumb of his right hand touched the inconspicuous golden ring, and turned it tremblingly.
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