Half an hour ago, everything just started.

In London, the Astronomical Center Building, which is different from the decision-making room and the command center where people come and go, is quiet in the lounge on the top of the building.

This was originally a place for the delegates to take a short break, but just as London was attacked, and the battle of the worlds unfolded so hastily, there was no hustle and bustle of the past in the lounge.

Only in the corner, a few elderly people who wandered up to this point sat at the table basking in the sun.

Zoroastrian, Binghai, Celtic, Assyrian, Xinluo... Representatives from various small pedigrees or regions drank tea and coffee, and could faintly hear the hustle and bustle of the conference room in the distance. , When they talked with each other, they couldn't help but smile helplessly.

In the huge storm, there are also slightly quiet corners.

Those who have no hope of being on the stage and it is not important that the candidates no longer want to stay on the scene to accompany others with their sorrows and joys. Instead, they come to the lounge with a certain escape-style tacit understanding, trying to be able to escape the chaos in a short break The complicated situation and the pressure of reality temporarily escaped.

Just in the silence, there was the sound of the door opening.

"Are everyone here?"

The belated Russell walked in briskly. After leaving the medical room, he pretended to put band-aids on his forehead to show his hard work and ‘sacrifice’ when he had just faced the ruler.

He held the copper pipe and waved to the people beside the table, "Is anyone borrowing a fire?"

"Mr. Russell, are you here too?"

The old man at the table turned his head, slightly surprised.

"Yeah, aren't you here?" Russell pulled a chair and sat down, found a more comfortable position, and asked knowingly, "Can't you stay in the conference room?"

"It's too hard." The old man shook his head, causing a few helpless nods and loads next to him.

"Yeah, it's really hard."

Russell sighed lightly: "Seeing everyone confident and energetic, looking back and seeing how inactive you are, you can't help but feel ashamed and helpless."

"Isn't the Heavenly Genealogy ready to blend?" asked the dark-skinned middle-aged man.

"Who doesn't want to mix up? But why don't you have such a big capital."

Russell was smoking a cigar, thinking of his student who was still in the abyss, he was silent for a moment, and smiled bitterly: "Being small and profitable, everything is waiting for you...

I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up this time, so let's wait a few more years. "

"Isn't there a Mr. Huaishi in the new generation that is pretty good?"

"He? He's still a bit tender. Let's practice for a few more years."

Russell waved his hand and said modestly: "There are more opportunities for young people to shine in the future. Didn't the Ice Sea lineage also cultivate a storm lady?"

"I'm also hesitating recently whether or not to let Laura accept the solicitation and appointment of the Bureau of Control."

The bearded man with his skin full of sun and wind and frost shook his head and sighed: "You can't limit the future of the children because of your own selfishness... But when I look back and see the expectations left by the passing teacher, I feel so ineffective. How embarrassing is that you can't even keep the seeds?"

"Young people always have young people's own choices, why not ask her? Besides, even in the Bureau of Control, she is still a member of the Ice Sea Genealogy, isn't she?"

Russell clarified a few words, but the other party just nodded slightly and continued to drink whiskey.

Everyone just complained to each other, and didn't expect a few conversations to solve the problem. In the face of the ever-expanding and growing power of the Authority, any small pedigree will intuitively feel the decline of its own influence and resources. If you don't work hard to make a little achievement, maybe someday there will not be enough correction value to maintain, and even the inherited source code and the authority left by the ancestors will be sheltered under the roof of the Astronomical Society.

At that time, it will lose its independence, and it will simply become an affiliate of the Astronomical Society, which will exist in name only.

Even though he has a tiger in his heart, he is limited by his own abilities and background, unable to make a difference, or, simply lay flat...

Materials, education, source codes, miracles, alchemy, and funding. To revitalize a pedigree, there are countless things needed, and there are more risks and sacrifices.

In the shadow of the Astronomical Society, in the gap between the Five Constants, not everyone has the luck of Russell, and he can catch the good cards left by the predecessors, and not everyone can be determined by Russell. Save the glory of the past at all costs.

Nowadays, when the curtain is slowly unveiled, everyone can only sit in the audience and watch the heavy characters shine on the stage and sing generosity and tragedy.

But happiness and sadness belong to others, and have never been with them.

Otherwise, you won't be sitting here to bask in the sun at this time.

I can only hope that there will be opportunities to emerge and gain in the next days, otherwise, the decline and decline will be a distant and established result.

"The days are still long. Don't rush it overnight."

Russell was smoking a cigarette and said with relief: "Maybe suddenly, there is a big surprise in front of you, right? Always have hope."

"Then borrow your auspicious words."

The representative of the ice-sea pedigree raised his glass slightly and drank it in one go.

Thanks to Russell's relief and comfort, the slightly dull and gloomy atmosphere in the lounge has disappeared without a trace. Waiters who had no chance with the stage were quietly basking in the sun and sipping tea and wine on this warm afternoon.

When everyone looked at the world outside the window, there was a sense of identity that they hug each other to keep warm under the wind and rain.

Isn't that the so-called friend?

You must have been in the same situation before you can understand each other.

In this delicate and relaxed atmosphere, they have reached a lot of cooperation intentions and consensus, which is not a waste of time.

When the cheers and noise from downstairs finally reached upstairs, the short rest time came to an end.

"It looks like it's over." Russell raised his eyes slightly and looked downstairs, as well as the joy on the faces of those running in the corridor.

"Yes." The person next to him nodded, "It seems to be a good result."

"Then let's go back too." Russell got up, extinguished the flames of the cigarette, and smiled: "It's always right to applaud and applaud the heroes."

No matter what, by this time, it's time to go back.

However, when they walked out the door and came into the corridor, they noticed the surprised expressions of the people around them. The weird look of shock and confusion made everyone's hearts gradually bewildered.

Many people are actually nodding to them proactively.

"What's wrong?" Someone asked suspiciously: "Did we miss something?"

"It's not a big deal, right?"

Russell walked in front and answered calmly: "What the **** is going on, won't you know when you go back? Could it be that the few of us suddenly became protagonists?"

This joke made everyone laugh out loud. After shaking their heads, they stopped paying attention to such ridiculous guesses and moved towards the central meeting room of the decision-making room.

It's just that the more you move forward, the more you can feel the reverence in the eyes of many people in that weird atmosphere, as if what comes at this moment is not a group of representatives who skipped work to drink tea, but a hero who has returned from the journey.

And why... everyone seems to be looking at themselves?

Russell's heart sank, and suddenly there was a strange guess.

This familiar feeling of cheating...

He subconsciously took out the phone, and before he had time to read the messages piled up on the screen in silent mode, he heard the cheers of countless people after the door opened.

Unprecedented enthusiastic applause spread like the ocean waves, making a few people stunned. In this beaming atmosphere, these dazed expressions seem to be incompetent intruders, and they don’t understand what happened. what.

But before they could react, they saw the team headed by the five pedigrees approaching.

At the forefront, the skinny old man froze for a moment, before he had time to say anything, subconsciously squeezed out a smile and wanted to stretch out his hand, but was patted by the feathered snake on the shoulder and pushed away.

Then, he walked straight to Russell, who quietly landed at the back.

One, holding his hands.

"Smart, really smart!"

Feathered Snake made no secret of his admiration and admiration: "Such a strange trick, I am afraid that only Mimir can display it, right? Russell, this time everyone is ruthlessly placed by you."

"Yes." The archbishop congratulated: "I never thought that the heavenly genealogy still has such a foundation and ability, which is really breathtaking."

"Such courage and bravery is indeed worthy of being the inheritor of the Utopia."

A series of compliments and compliments surrounded the bewildered Lao Wang with the smiling faces. In this chaotic situation, he subconsciously glanced at the black bird holding a teacup not far away.

What the hell? What's the matter! What is going on?

Why don't I know anything!

The old man raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he understood something, and his expression became exceptionally exciting in an instant. However, his lips opened and closed silently, and he still used his mouth to send a key word to understand.

"Huai Shi"

For a moment, Russell's little hands trembled, and there was a thud in his heart, and his eyes rolled a few times subconsciously. After seeing no obituary or other news, he was secretly relieved.

Immediately afterwards, in the admiration and enthusiasm of everyone's eyes, the slightly sluggish expression seamlessly connected with a kind of ambiguous and mysterious smile.

It is as if Zhizhu is holding it with confidence.

"Oh, thank you!"

Russell waved his hand with restraint, and inadvertently touched the Book of Destiny in his arms: "A few small things, it's just a matter of effort.

Oh, the child of Huai Shi, I watched grow up, I have made a lot of achievements since I was young, and now I finally made some meager grades. I am a teacher who is really proud of you...Oh, our heavenly pedigree has never been It's all like this. Suffering comes first, enjoyment comes second, the world’s worries and sorrows, and the happiness of the world afterwards, the so-called sacrifice and dedication. There is nothing to say. This is duty. Where is the truth to be preached everywhere? !

Everyone, look at me, isn't it normal... I'm used to it, I'm used to it long ago! "

In this way, he skillfully touched the feathered snake's hand and shook it vigorously.

Although I don't understand what happened, I just pretended to be right!

But when I looked back, I couldn't help but smile when I saw the little friend who had just met and lay flat together.

"Sorry, I was talking nonsense just now, please don't go to your heart."

Just like the dog in the class who said he went home to play games every day but got a perfect score at the end of the semester, when he took the manuscript to talk on stage, he showed a simple smile that could crush the teeth of countless people in the audience.

"As for people, you still have to be self-motivated, you see, as long as you work hard, there will always be gains. Always have hope! Right? Right? Right?"

Finally waved to bid farewell to the difficult brothers and sisters he had just met, Russell turned around, beaming embraces to warm applause.

friend?

No friends anymore!

At the same time, in hell, the deepest part of the deep dark zone.

"Excuse me, have you seen my friend?"

Fu Canguang holds the photo in his hand, UU reading www. uukanshu. Com showed to the weird **** creatures in front of them: "She was lost, this is it, small, wearing a white skirt, probably so high..."

He gestured to the position of his chest and looked at the monster in front of him expectantly.

"I should have passed by you a few days ago. Do you still have an impression?"

Under the thunder, the monster that had already turned into coke twitched, glaring at the neuropathy with grief and indignation, and finally swallowed his last breath.

died.

In the silence, Fu Canguang stood up helplessly, turned his head, and looked at the **** with corpses all over him.

He couldn't help but sigh blankly.

The time is almost out!

That pigeon spirit... where did it go!

(End of this chapter)