Back then, she personally delivered the baby to the old drunkard.
Char is newly married, and she has traveled thousands of miles.
"Since you're not here to get me back, why is that?"
"I just came to see you."
"You're just leaving" "I'm not going to take a look at you, boy, to see how the old drunkard is doing, and you don't disappoint me."
"It must be a record of who your biological parents are, don't you want to see it?"
"If you know, you don't know, and if you don't know, you're just confused."
In vain, the mind is in vain, and the mind is in vain But the heart is already in chaos, no matter how you pretend, it is in vain In fact, outside the city of Denzel, when she told herself that she had personally handed herself over to her adoptive father, the old drunkard, Char had already begun to suspect it.
When she spoke to herself, her tone was always so gentle, and it seemed that there was a faint natural affinity that infected Char's heart.
In fact, when she was standing in the City Lord's Mansion, when this woman asked herself in that strange tone and a slightly trembling voice: Do you want to know who your parents are.
Char had already guessed it.
He said he didn't want to, he just didn't want to admit it, he didn't want to face it He didn't want to face why this woman had thrown him into that chaotic world, and why his mother had been so ruthless in throwing herself to an old drunkard.
Is it because he is a member of the Holy City?
Is it because of the damn tradition of the "Inheritor Experience", but she is Saint Laurent Garros, the legendary guardian of the Holy City, the supreme legendary guardian, and as a guardian, she can't fulfill the responsibility of a mother Such a mother, Char really didn't want to admit it He wanted to hold his head high and ask her face to face: Why did you want to throw me to the responsibility of the shit guardian of the Holy City, and really want to be above the human name Legendary hero of the Guardians of the Holy City Ha I don't even have a surname, and I still talk about heroes So, Char said, "I don't want to know. ” In fact, his meaning is very simple: I don't want to admit it Saint Laurent Garros understood this, and Char understood it, and she understood.
But when the Odin God Emperor begged to fight under the mountain, Char still couldn't help but repeatedly stop her from fighting.
Char repeatedly prevented the Odin God Emperor from going up the mountain, even though he was covered in bruises, even though he knew that he was invincible.
At this moment, watching her sit under the collapsed palace, the calm and absolute smile on her face, watching Solhannigan's hand gently raised, about to fall, about to take her life, listening to her last words.
"That boy, he's my son."
My son, my son "Ahh Char's eyes were red, and he roared wildly, and his whole body instantly erupted with red flames, and he crashed headlong into it At this moment, he had completely exploded, and looking at Solhannigan's hand that was about to fall, he had only one thought in his heart Rush over Rush over There was a crisp sound, like glass shattering.
Char, who was covered in red flames, leaped over, and the invisible barrier that had broken his head and bleed finally appeared, but it was already broken Several translucent cracks bloomed in the air, and this spatial barrier was finally forcibly penetrated by Char.
His body seemed to freeze in the air, and it seemed to be shuttling rapidly.
Char had already stabbed the fire fork out frantically.
He knew he couldn't hurt Thor Hannigan at all.
He even knew he probably wouldn't be able to stop Solhannigan.
However, he had to try In mid-air, this stabbed forward, as if in the dark, a certain heartstring in Char's heart was gently broken.
It seems that in the dark, a certain layer of shackles that have been imprisoning him between heaven and earth has collapsed silently.
The sky of the Holy City is blue.
At this time, the stars dispersed, and the sun was shining brightly, as if the sun was shining on the figure in mid-air, as if the fire fork contained a trace of leisurely freehand, this thorn, hit.
Solhannigan had just turned around, then stared, then became attention, and finally became amazed With a snap of his fingers, Thor Hannigan's raised palm was withdrawn, and his fingers flicked towards Char's fire fork.
The first bullet, empty Thor Hannigan frowned The second bullet, empty Saulhannigan raised an eyebrow Then came the third round The fingertips finally lightly rested on the fire fork and pierced into the red murderous aura, but this time, the red flame did not melt The fire fork buzzed, Thor Hannigan's fingertips ran down the fire fork, and Char's body trembled, but still moving forward With a snort, the fire fork stabbed into Solhannigan's arm, and after only three points of flesh, Solhannigan was finally moved.
In the next moment, Char was already on the ground, and the fire fork rose into the sky, and as it fell, it stuck at Solhannigan's feet.
Char knelt beside Saint Laurent Garros, his mouth covered with blood, and the flesh of the arm that had been holding the fire fork was broken, and none of it was intact His breath is chaotic, like a gossamer when he breathes, and like a bellows when he spits out, as if there is a thunderbolt hidden in his chest, which lingers Saint Laurent Garros looked startled, gritted his teeth and tried to reach out to Char, but as soon as his arm was raised, he fell limply, and he couldn't help but look at Solhannigan.
Emperor Odin seemed to be stunned at the moment, he looked down at the fresh wound on his arm, the blood slowly flowed this thorn, although it was not deep, and the injury was not serious, but it really stabbed himself The slight pain in the skin is so sharp and clear Finally, he raised his head and glanced at Char who was kneeling on the ground, with indescribable surprise in his eyes, and then noticed the strange rise and fall of Char's chest, and his breath was almost as frantic as a collapse.
Saulhannigan walked up and slapped Char on the chest with one hand. wave Char opened his mouth and spurted blood wildly, which was very terrifying, as if he was going to squirt all his blood But after squirting a few times, his breathing finally calmed down, and then he coughed violently, but his face regained a trace of vitality.
Thor Hannigan squinted and looked at Saint Laurent Garros.
"I believe now that he is indeed your son."
He looked at Char again and said in a low voice, "This thorn just now is very good" Char shook his head, he no longer had the strength to speak, but he tried to hold Saint Laurent Garros's hand tightly with a trembling hand.
It was cold to the touch, and Saint Laurent Garros's hand was like a piece of ice, without a trace of heat.
"Actually, you don't have to work so hard."
The gentle voice made Char's eyes suddenly warm.
"Actually, I understand what you think in your heart."
Char finally began to cry, and he looked up at the woman in front of him.
"Actually, I've always been sorry for you, and I've always felt sorry for you."
"Actually, I've always missed you, and I've always thought about you."
"Actually, I'm not apathetic.
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I handed you over to that guy just so you could get out of the sky. ” "Actually, I also have my selfishness, and I want my son to live in a free world, even if he never recognizes me."
"Actually, I regret that I went to see you, and I regret dragging you into this whirlpool again."
Char held her hand so hard that it was so tight and so hard that his whole body was trembling.
"I'm sorry to see you so late.
I'm sorry to let you know this so late.
Also, I'm sorry, because" Saint Laurent Garros said with a wry smile on the corner of his mouth: "To let you see me leave you like this, I just want to tell you that this is my own choice, the power of the magic array to retrace, although it helped me break through the confinement of power, but the price is my life."
There is always a price to pay for getting power, I don't regret it, and I am very satisfied, at least in my lifetime, I can experience the Great Yuan realm.
You don't have to take revenge on Thor, it's not that he killed me, it's my own choice. ” She suddenly took a deep breath and looked into Char's eyes.
"You have the same eyes as your father."
Saint Laurent Garros's tone became more and more gentle, and his eyes became more and more peaceful: "He is a very good person, he likes to read, he likes to sit in the courtyard in the afternoon and bask in the sun, he likes to talk calmly and freely, and he likes to tell jokes that I don't even understand, but they are not funny." ” As she spoke, she sighed faintly: "He is a very ordinary and mediocre person living in the Holy City, there are not many people like this in the Holy City, he has no talent in martial arts, no talent in learning magic, he likes to read books and doesn't like to take a bath, but he always has some wonderful and strange thoughts in his head, he doesn't have many friends in the Holy City, but I have always felt that he is the best man in the world." ” "I regret that you haven't met him Although he is a very ordinary person, he has never done anything earth-shattering in his life, he lived so ordinarily, and then died of an ordinary illness, but I want you to remember that you once had a good father, because it was originally his idea to send you out of the Holy City."
"You look like him when you laugh, you look like him when you're angry and frown, and even the tone of your voice when you're unreasonable."
Saint Laurent Garros finally slowly raised her hand, this action seemed to exhaust the strength of her whole body, when the palm slowly fell on Char's face, the brilliance in this woman's eyes, the brilliance faded minute by minute, her fingers gently stroked the tears from the corners of Char's eyes, and suddenly seemed to be like the thousands of ordinary mothers in this world, whispered; "It doesn't hurt that you have so many injuries on your body" "It doesn't hurt."
Char gritted his teeth and finally said a word, Char at this moment, his voice was like a young child, crying silently, as if with a trace of childishness, a trace of dazedness His voice was trembling, softly, softly pleading: "Can you not die, you don't want to die, okay?"
"Very, I'm sorry for your request, I really, really can't do it" There was no silence.
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