"It's really you... I thought it was me who admitted wrong."

　　

　　 The middle-aged man couldn't help showing a pleasant smile. After a long time, he let out a sigh of relief.

　　

　　 "Hello, Irving Carter, just call me Irving."

　　

　　 He introduced himself with some excitement, picked up the big bag he bought from the supermarket, and opened the door: "Please come in, the house is a bit messy, please don't care."

　　

　　 Ten minutes later, Huaishi and Russell were already sitting in the slightly messy but cozy living room.

　　

　　 A faint heat rose from the cup in his hand.

　　

　　 There is also a dog running around in the living room to play Huan, and finally fell into Huai Shi's arms to ask for touch, was hugged by Huai Shi and rubbed the dog's head.

　　

look around.

　　

　　 There are bookshelves everywhere here, full of various materials, and a huge table full of drawings. All kinds of strange creatures and buildings are painted on it, wild pictures and some immature and cute children.

　　

　　 There are also various picture books and fairy tales in the display cabinet, which looks like a painter’s studio.

　　

　　 And in the utility room, the sound of rumbling constantly came.

　　

　　 After a long time, Owen wiped the sweat from his forehead, his face and arms were covered with dust, and he returned with some difficulty holding a huge box.

　　

　　 was placed in front of them.

　　

"Finally found."

　　

　　 He was relieved and sat down: "My father had a will before he was alive, saying that one day, if the gentleman named Russell in the photo comes to visit, let me give him this thing."

　　

　　 He took out an old photo frame, compared it with Russell before him, and said with emotion: "Unexpectedly, after so many years, you really haven't changed at all."

　　

　　 "It’s not surprising that people will lag and change when they are old."

　　

　　 Russell slowly put down his tea cup and looked at the iron box in front of him: "That guy is really going to have a whim as always... But, such a ridiculous will, haven't you doubted it?"

　　

　　 Owen shook his head: "Most of his father's arrangements are made by him. Besides, since it is a will, there is nothing to say as a son."

　　

Next to 　　, Huai Shi is holding the dog, looking curiously at the furnishings in the living room, and observes those exquisite fairy tale picture books: "Is this all you painted?"

　　

"Yup."

　　

　　 Owen nodded, a little embarrassed: "I am an illustrator who feeds magazines and advertisements, and occasionally I will produce some picture books for life. If you like it, I will give you two later."

　　

　　 "That's great."

　　

　　 Huai Shi nodded: "I happen to be worried, what gift to bring to the students, can I trouble you to sign more copies?"

　　

　　 "Of course this is fine, but, student?" Irving was puzzled.

　　

　　 "We work in an educational institution, and this Mr. Huai Shi just recently served as my assistant." Russell calmly explained: "He, your father, haven't you told you this?"

　　

　　 Owen shook his head.

　　

　　 His father seemed to have never told his children about the world of sublimators. Under Russell's temptation, he soon discovered that he knew nothing about it.

　　

　　Perhaps, this is the protection the father left for his children.

　　

　　 For ordinary people, the world of the sublimate is not necessarily beautiful.

　　

　　 "He didn't tell you about his previous job?"

　　

Russell said: "Mr. Carter used to be our best Baijiu. Well, you can understand it as a member of the Institute. Before he retired, he had gone into the wilderness alone for us, collected many precious samples and data, and made great contributions. "

　　

　　 "Oh oh, is it like an explorer?"

　　

　　 Owen's eyes lit up: "He has never told me about this.

　　

　　 When I was young, I also imagined that he was an incognito killer, or some kind of cruel character of the dark organization... Now that I think about it, that doesn't match his father's appearance. "

　　

　　 "He has his problems." Russell said: "The hard life of eating and sleeping on the street is always difficult to tell children. Moreover, he has sacrificed a lot for it."

　　

　　 "I can guess a little bit too much."

　　

　　 Owen nodded and said with emotion: "A person like him who is too serious about himself will definitely not let his life pass. As for why he doesn't tell us, there must be his reason.

　　

　　 However, he was very satisfied when he passed away. I am envious of his unrequited look. "

　　

　　 "So, I think he must have done a valuable job, right? For example... what about saving the world?"

　　

　　 After that, Owen was also amused by his absurd imagination, shook his head, did not say anything, just pushed the dusty box over.

　　

　　 "No matter what, I believe that my father has completed his own mission. Thank you for coming, and let me know his value again."

　　

　　He solemnly said to the visiting guests: "Now, I give you his last legacy, Mr. Russell, I only hope that my father's relic can help you."

　　

　　 Russell lowered his head, staring at the dusty box, and the code lock that had never been moved on it.

　　

　　 "Aren't you curious about what's inside?" He suddenly asked, "You never opened it?"

　　

　　 Owen was taken aback.

　　

　　 fell silent.

　　

　　 seemed to be struggling between curiosity and some kind of persistence. After a long time, he shook his head.

　　

　　 "My father told me before he left that if I want to abandon my current life one day, I can open it. But I think my life is good now and there is no need to change anything, so... forget it."

　　

　　 He took a deep look at this iron box that had been with him for many years, and withdrew his gaze, no regrets: "It's not my thing anyway, let me keep a mysterious fantasy."

　　

　　 Russell nodded and said nothing more.

　　

　　 Before leaving, he begged the two to sit down and let himself draw two sketches.

　　

　　 Russell in the drawing is a majestic and cold-hearted old man, holding a scepter in his hand, majestic and majestic. Huai Shi is a wanderer in the dust, but with a triumphant smile, it seems that he has the whole world.

　　

　　 Is it his imagination and processing as a painter, or is it precisely grasped by intuition?

　　 is really hard to understand.

　　

　　 After finishing the painting, Owen was also shocked by his achievements and asked excitedly: "If possible, can I use them in picture books?"

　　

　　 "This is your work, of course as you wish."

　　

　　 Russell carried the box, and finally said, "If you need help with anything, please feel free to call this. I owe you and your father a great favor."

　　

　　 He handed a business card, "Trust me, I can do most of the needs."

　　

"I will."

　　

　　 Owen took the business card seriously and put it in his pocket.

　　

　　 He didn't doubt Russell's guarantee, but he didn't seem to care about the promise that was worth tens of thousands of dollars.

　　

　　 "Just so, I should pick up my daughter from school."

　　

　　 He picked up the car key, full of expectation and joy: "Thank you for visiting today. It seems that I can have a new bedtime story to tell her tonight.

　　

The legend of 　　 grandpa, she is so cute to listen to this! "

　　

　　 Russell was taken aback for a moment, and said helplessly: "I really hope I can have a positive role in it. It would be better to live to the end of the story."

　　

　　 "I will work hard to arrange!"

　　

　　 Owen smiled and promised.

　　

　　 Just like that, after saying goodbye to the two, he drove away gradually.

　　

　　 After a long time, Huai Shi looked back.

　　

　　 "I envy it, right?"

　　

　　 Russell sighed softly: "There is no better result in the world that can have such a descendant who is willing to live a normal life, watching him get married and start a family, and finally die without regret.

　　

　　 People like us will never get such a good life. "

　　

　　 "Isn't it all right now?"

　　

　　 Huaishi shrugged, "Although that kind of life is enviable, I don't think there is anything wrong with my life."

　　

　　 "That's right, except that there is no way to have a stable relationship, there are no shortcomings." Russell took a deep look at Huai Shi, meaning something.

　　

　　 Huaishi coughed suddenly, speechless.

　　

　　 After returning to the car, he looked at the heavy box in Russell's hand and asked curiously, "Can you tell me what's inside?"

　　

　　 "What is there to hide?"

　　

　　 Russell slowly fiddled with the code lock and asked, "Do you remember what'White Dove' does?"

　　

　　 "Uh, I remember that Raymond told me that they are all elite researchers in the Tower of Ivory?" Huai Shi was a little unsure.

　　

　　 "Almost, it should be said that they are all explorers of the original heaven."

　　

　　 Russell sighed: "White dove, red deer, gray stork, and black whale are all honorific titles for outstanding explorers. Only researchers who have made great contributions in their own fields can get such titles.

　　

　　 The red deer is a wandering trader who patrols the hell, the gray stork is a lurker deep into the hell, and the ‘black whale’ is only available to the lord of the hell.

　　

As for the "White Dove", they are the most elite explorers of **** relics-they are the researchers and combat units fighting on the front line. They are responsible for the rescue excavation of **** relics and important discoveries. They are allowed to use everything as a privateer license. A predator of force, when necessary, can exterminate any blocker from physical to soul..."

　　

　　Before the directly affiliated military agency was dispatched, Baijiu was a symbol of violence in the abyss of the Utopia.

　　

　　 For solo explorers like them, it is definitely not an exaggeration to call it a solo army.

　　

　　 Once Huai Shi wanted to recruit a large group in the Twilight Land, a secret instrument was needed, but every white dove would have at least ten or more legion contracts on his body, more than a thousand **** creatures.

　　

　　 It is because of their existence that the former ideal country can control the context of hell, and the research of the ivory tower can complete continuous breakthroughs.

　　

　　 "And this is the inheritance left by the most outstanding Shirato ever——"

　　

　　 Russell slowly opened the iron box and stared at the ancient scrolls that were almost overflowing. Each of them was filled with **** text, stamped with seals and the mark of origin.

　　

　　 There are six heavy notes that record all **** exploration experiences, more than 400 legion contracts, hundreds of tokens of the **** group, three anonymous accounts from Magic Bank and two deep safe keys.

　　

　　 A terrible reserve sufficient for an all-out war between hells is contained in this small iron box at this moment. After a long period of silence and waiting, he complied with the master's will and came to Russell's hands.

　　

　　 "Welcome back, my friend."

　　

　　 Russell pulled out the dagger from the top of the box. The spine of the sword cast by cursed iron reflected on his eyes, showing countless phantoms from the past.

　　

　　 "Let's rebuild all this again~lightnovelpub.net~..."

　　

　　 He whispered softly, put the sword into its sheath, and put it into his arms, which is precious and important.

　　

　　 Everything fell into silence.

　　

　　 "Go away, Huai Shi."

　　

　　 He covered the box and stared at the dusk outside the window: "We should start."

　　

　　 Huai Shi nodded, turned the key, started the car, turned around and asked, "Where to go next?"

　　

"let me see……"

　　

　　 Russell pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked: "Do you like drinking?"

　　

　　 "Generally, two cups occasionally, but not good or bad."

　　

　　 "What about gambling?"

　　

　　 "Although it feels exciting, I still don't want to touch it at all."

　　

　　 "Then, beauty?" Russell suggested.

　　

　　 "Forget it." Huai Shi sneered, and asked, "How beautiful can I look good?"

　　

　　 "It's always so good, but you can't find fun, Huai Shi."

　　

　　 Russell shook his head and sighed regretfully.

　　

　　 "Next stop, America."

　　

　　 It was like seeing the neon flash of drunken gold fans, and his words became mocking and hoarse:

　　

　　 "——Las Vegas."