Chapter 105: Meet again in the moonlight

Both feet were filled with lead, and his chest gasped like a broken bellows.

Bud ran back to Grete's cabin again, leaving only a pool of blood on the

ground.

Someone around opened the door and ran out to put out the fire. This is a big

deal. If it is not done, the house here will also be burned.

Before Grete was beaten, the sound was much louder than this. The sound of

struggling, insulting, begging for mercy, and the beating lasted for a long

time, but it was always so quiet around until the sound of fire fighting came

from a distance.

Bud rushed into the small room. The group of people before was no longer in

the room. Only Grete was lying in the corner curled up in blood, breathing

faintly.

"Sorry Grete! I'm late, I'm a coward."

Looking at Gretel's miserable appearance, Bud burst into tears.

Sitting on the dusty ground with dried blood, Bud carefully supported Grete

against the corner of the wall.

At this time, Grete's eyes were swollen and bloody, and he couldn't open it

anymore. He seemed to want to say something, but he didn't have any strength

anymore, and he couldn't even lift his arms.

Bud shook his hand and called his name, trying to cheer him up and take him to

the nearby temple. Unfortunately, Gretel couldn't say a word.

Then Bud tried to pick up Grete, but felt that Grete had broken many points on

his body and there was an extremely painful expression on his face, so he had

to put it down.

Tears flowed silently, and warm tears fell on Grete's wrist, splashing with

water stains.

Grett seemed to perceive something, his fingers flicked on the palm of Bud's

palm, and Bud carefully looked at that finger.

The frail fingers flicked very slowly, as if they were struggling, and they

conveyed the last words one by one.

\'do not Cry. \'

After finishing the stroke, Grete's wish was gone, and he slowly stopped

breathing, and his body became colder, getting colder and colder, and no

longer had the temperature of life.

On the other side of Hopelander, I am still immersed in the festive

atmosphere. Even at night, many of the shops are still open. The aroma of

barbecue, orange lights, lively noise, and shopping tourists are flooding the

city center. Street alleys.

"Lacy, don't rush home, there will be a show later." Lan Lier pulled Lexi and

stopped in front of a booth selling shells, and there was a black-haired and

brown-skinned girl standing next to her.

"Well, there will be fireworks later."

"Lingxin, don't tell me, there is no sense of expectation anymore." Lan Lier

whispered.

Seems to be aware of something, Lorrain Hill got up and looked at the sky in

the distance.

"What's wrong, Lacey?"

"I think of something else, I'm afraid I can't watch the fireworks with you."

The blue and transparent pupils were hidden in the shadow of the hood, Lorrain

Hill bid farewell to the two girls beside him, then turned and left.

The ring tone looked thoughtfully at the direction where Lorrain Hill had

left, and at this moment a friend's inquiry sounded next to him.

"What happened to the ringtone?"

"It's nothing, by the way, how did you know this Miss Lacey."

"It was introduced by Tirela sister, at the time...she was..."

"This way, that's good, because she is so powerful, maybe you can't beat her."

"No ringtone, I'm Sequence 5, Little Lacey only has Sequence 3 at most." Lan

Lier didn't believe it.

"You will know later."

boom--

boom--

With a few soft sounds coming from afar, colorful fireworks rose slowly in the

night sky, like stars rising from the earth, blooming in the sky with colorful

colors.

The colorful stars bloom as huge streamers, and the scattered light dots are

slick, and like golden rain falling from the sky, the empty night sky suddenly

becomes lively.

The residents and tourists in the city stopped and watched at this time, and

bursts of laughter, blessings, and prayers sounded in the crowd.

Then more fireworks rose from the ground, and the magnificent and beautiful

scenery unfolded in the night sky of Hopeland like a picture scroll.

Gorgeous fireworks continue to rise and bloom, reflecting the dark alleys.

A young boy holding his friend’s cold body walking on an uninhabited street,

his hands are heavy and sore, and the excitement in the distance is so far

away, as if in two worlds.

The tears on 's face slowly dried up in the night breeze. He walked slowly

through the deep alleys, trying to bury his friends on the hillside by the

sea.

A small canal crossed the edge of the city, and Bud staggered onto a small

bridge.

The fireworks in the distance rose, reflecting the bridge surface, and

sprinkled waves of light on the quiet water surface of the creek. Under the

cold firelight, the figure of the young man was faint and very lonely.

There was a slight sound of footsteps in front of him, and a slender figure

appeared on the opposite side of the bridge. Gray boots were paired with a

black hooded gown. The long pale golden hair protruded from the cap, and was

plated with a faint silver layer by moonlight.

Then the footsteps stopped.

Lorrain Hill looked at the deja vu boy in front of him. His eyes were

mournful, and his hands were holding a body that had lost its temperature.

Behind him, in the distance, there was black smoke and fire, and he could hear

people from time to time. Shouting.

"Still, are you late?"

Looking at this cowardly boy before, she sighed softly, and she already had a

lot of guesses in her heart.

Bud looked at the girl who had helped him on the bridge. He stopped for a

while, and finally couldn't bear the weight with his hands. He knelt on the

ground and cried bitterly, but his eyes blinked desperately to prevent a tear

from falling~www.mtlnovel .com~ Lorraine Hill looked at the teenager quietly,

and after a long time, the choking and sobbing slowly stopped.

"Are you sent by the gods to save me?" Bud raised his head and looked at the

black-robed girl in front of him.

"But why not save my friend."

"Why, why does the hero in the story always appear last?"

"Aren't you a hero? Why can't you save everyone!"

He seemed to question Lorrain Hill, and he seemed to vent his own anger, angry

with his cowardice and incompetence.

Although the teenager might not really ask himself, Lorrain Hill still gave an

answer.

"I'm sorry, I am not a hero, nor can I save everyone."

"In other words, expecting the hero to save everything is a very sad thing."

In various legends, everyone is always happy to hear a certain brave or hero

step forward to defeat the evil villain and save everything. They place their

hopes and wishes on others, but they are content with the status quo and dare

not change.

Lorrain Hill stood at the top of the bridge, quietly listening to the

narration of the boy, telling the short life of his good friend Grete.

"Why wait forever instead of standing up by yourself?"

Looking at the cowardly boy, Lorrain Hill spoke again, just like the alley

outside the restaurant that day.

"Why do people always place their hopes on others, and would rather pray to

emptied gods, hide in a corner and complain about yourself, waiting for the

nobles you encounter, than take a step on your own."

"When will you become your hero?"

Under the cold moonlight, the girl took off the hood on her head, her silver

hair was dancing in the air, and her bright red and transparent pupils looked

directly at the shocked boy.