Chapter 54

Amidst the lush, verdant shrubs, the sunlight gently dotted the scene, swaying in the breeze, blooming with the rich vitality of late spring.

In this scene, at this moment.

It was a pity that no one was there to appreciate or marvel at it.

However, not long ago, an uninvited guest had appeared in their shadows.

He lay motionless like a stubborn stone, the only thing that set him apart being the deep, bright eyes on his face.

Xialan suppressed all the energy flowing within him, holding his breath and focusing his mind.

The earth and plants emitted a fresh fragrance, and tiny insects flew and lingered without restraint.

He could not move, or perhaps he did not dare to move.

He could feel his heart pounding rapidly and uncontrollably, his blood flowing and circulating, the result of a sudden burst of energy.

If he had not activated "Swift Movement" in time, he even suspected that his movements would have been tracked.

Who was that mysterious figure in the black robe?

After finding his target, Xialan quickly hid and eavesdropped on their conversation. The Blood Flag Society, represented by Tylant, was no longer important; what mattered was that he needed to find out the answers he wanted from them.

Their conversation revealed an important piece of information, significant to the king or the noble families, but trivial to him. He did not care what they intended to do; he wanted to know the deeper meaning behind it.

What caught his attention was the mysterious figure hidden in the black robe. Perhaps it was a subconscious intuition, but he felt that the person was a powerful presence that could not be ignored.

Who was he? Whose side was he on? What were his or their intentions?

Therefore, he decided to test the other party.

After slightly leaking his aura, the other party indeed noticed it as he had expected. If he had not been prepared to retreat, a fierce battle would have been inevitable.

After activating "Swift Movement" to escape, out of caution, he chose to hide here.

Sometimes, waiting could bring unexpected rewards.

In the comprehensive building.

After the students' search yielded no results, they lifted the alert and resumed their duties. To them, it was more like a bizarre farce, as no one had noticed anything suspicious, let alone an unknown intruder.

"Mr. Tylant, I need to rearrange my subordinates."

Back in the room, the black-robed figure calmly said to Tylant.

Tylant smiled and said, "Our cooperation is about to end, I think there's no need for additional preparations."

"Our cooperation still exists until the outcome is fully determined," the black-robed figure paused and said, "If the person just now was from the king's side, if I hadn't been there, the two of you would have already become their captives."

"An assassination operation?"

After pacing a few steps, Tylant said, "I hope this won't happen again, for your sake and ours."

"We will strengthen the protection for the two of you, but if the person is unexpectedly strong, please forgive us for being unable to help."

"Don't worry, I won't give them that chance."

The black-robed figure nodded and bid them farewell; he needed to arrange the next steps for his subordinates.

"Tylant, will the king really send assassins?"

Hearing their conversation, Angiro looked uneasy.

If they died, the members of the society, losing their leaders, would likely disintegrate, and all their efforts would be in vain, a result he could not accept.

"Perhaps."

Tylant looked at the ceiling, as if an assassin might descend from it at any moment.

"Angiro, we need to act separately."

"Tylant, what do you intend to do?" Angiro frowned.

"You know what I intend to do."

Turning to his friend, Tylant smiled, but in his eyes, Angiro saw death.

"After the negotiations break down, to evacuate the nobles, Tylant, you want me to do this, right?" Angiro gripped his sword hilt, his face flushed with excitement.

"This is the worst-case scenario," Tylant shook his head, trying to calm him down.

"No, you and I both know how heavy the consequences will be. I can't let you take this risk alone."

"Death is not to be feared; what is to be feared is dying without meaning."

Tylant reached out and patted his shoulder, his eyes filled with determination as he looked at Angiro. "If I die, you can preserve the spark that will save this country in the future. But if we both die, the kingdom will have to endure great suffering to rise again, or it may not even have the chance! Our ideal is to save this kingdom. Without the kingdom, what is the meaning of our lives? What is the purpose of our efforts?"

"Personal feelings always come after the ideal. Angiro, you know why I am willing to stay, why I am willing to face the cruel and unknown fate, because only blood can awaken the reality that people are unwilling to face."

"I hope my death will be the beginning of a turning point for the kingdom's fate."

"Slap—"

Angiro could no longer bear it and punched Tylant in the face. He looked at the fallen Tylant, his eyes red, his teeth clenched.

"Tylant, this country will not change because of you, nor will it change because of your death!"

Tylant, holding his swollen cheek, struggled to stand up, and said, "At the fork in the road of fate, to live a cowardly life or to die for the ideal, I have made my choice, even if the road ahead is a burning hell."

Angiro stepped forward and knocked Tylant down again. His hands trembled, his voice trembled.

"Are you that selfish? You choose to die for this kingdom! What about me? Do I want to live a cowardly life?"

"I have already lost my family, I don't want to lose my friends, and I don't want to lose the ideal of living in the future!"

Angiro raised his head, tears slowly streaming down his temples, unwilling to let Tylant see his crying face.

"Ha ha—"

Tylant laughed, tears streaming down his face.

"Protect the Dean, he is the hope for the future of this country. He will help you escape the capital and avoid pursuit."

"Angiro, I entrust this to you."

"If you want to die, go ahead!"

Angiro shouted, wiped his wet eyes, and angrily left.

He did not look back, afraid that if he did, his inner weakness would completely break.

Tylant lay on the ground, his eyes closed.

In the darkness, he seemed to see the golden wheat fields of his hometown, hear the gentle and melodious flute, and see the distant figures of his parents.

They looked at him with gentle and kind eyes, slowly waving to him.

...

After many twists and turns, Lachi finally learned about Avius from a member of the Blood Flag Society who had chosen to leave and escape.

The member had participated in the conflict and had witnessed the ruthless slaughter by the mysterious black-robed figure.

Unable to bear the mental torment any longer, he chose to leave the society.

He was not in the same group as Avius, but he knew who he was, and even when he was taken to the infirmary, he saw the blood-covered, frenzied Avius.

Lachi took Maggie's hand and hurriedly rushed to the infirmary, leaving the member who was venting his inner pain behind.

Maggie followed closely, seeing the deep worry on her face. At this moment, she realized that no matter what had happened between them, the emotional bond between them could not be severed.

The closer they got to the infirmary, the more members of the Blood Flag Society they encountered. Occasionally, a few shouts and teasing voices were heard, but Lachi did not stop.

Soon, the patrol team guarding the area stopped them. After some communication, the team leader led them to Avius's room.

They held a deep respect for the injured members, as they were not sure if they would have the courage to draw their swords in the face of the situation, while these members faced death like brave warriors, falling wounded.

Therefore, they would not prevent their loved ones from visiting and even offered to help.

Before they reached Avius's room, Lachi heard his voice from a distance, a heart-wrenching roar like a wild beast.

"Avius, for some reason, after being treated and regaining consciousness, he has been shouting and trying to fight, but his current condition is not suitable for such dangerous activities, so our members have been trying to calm him down."

The enthusiastic guide explained the situation to Lachi and Maggie.

Lachi's mind was entirely focused on Avius, and she did not have the time to understand the guide's words. She rushed to the room and opened the door.

She saw the members of the Blood Flag Society struggling to restrain the fiercely struggling Avius on the ground.

She walked forward, forcefully pushing away the members restraining Avius. When Avius broke free, his distorted, frenzied face met Lachi's gaze!

"Slap—"

A crisp sound echoed in the room, and the noise suddenly fell silent.

"Avius, enough!"

She threw herself into his arms, tightly hugging his body, her voice choked with tears welling up in her eyes.

The guide quickly signaled the members to leave the room and closed the door. At this moment, they were no longer needed.

Maggie crossed her arms and quietly moved to the side, praying that nothing would happen between them.

"Lachi! You're here!" Avius, recognizing the person in his arms, immediately became excited and said, "Do you know? I killed people, many people who obstructed our ideals. Anyone who obstructs us from saving this country is our enemy. We are the heroes of this country! I am the hero of this country! Ha ha ha..."

Seeing the incoherent Avius, Lachi let go of her hands.

Her face was wet with tears, her eyes red.

Watching Avius continue to recount his "heroic" deeds, at this moment, she truly felt that he was no longer the person she knew.

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Watching the Asian Cup, the update was delayed. Received the initial review information for the Three Rivers, hoping to pass the final review, though the chances are slim, ha ha.

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