Song of Time - Dusk Awakening Verse - Chapter 13

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In the capital, the lights were on, and the moon was cool.

At night, Covered Bridge was still crowded with people and noisy cars and horses. The two teenagers who left the study room slowly walked out from the tramcar platform, one after another with the flow of people to the West.No one knew why the two men, who claim to be studying at National Military Academy in South Island, were in the capital port, and why they had to hide the reason from Gian.

Vyrut was upright and in front of him. His pace was regular, and his strength was moderate. He tried his best to control the model posture formed by long-term military training and slowed down his pace. About a meter behind him, Seckor followed him with a big greasy paper bag in his hand. He ate all kinds of spicy barbecue kebabs in the bag with relish and looked around.

The man with red eyes walked silently and thought about why he came to the capital this time. He was still a little surprised why the teacher has to give himself such a task. As a new recruit, he couldn’t help but felt a little nervous even if he was calm. However, at this point, it was useless to think about it any more. Now he was most worried about his unconscious partner. Just now, he was about to get some information from the young man in the library, but the fool didn’t realize it at all. Oh! At the thought of this, Vyrut was only left with a sense of powerlessness, and his pace was somewhat stiff.

They kept a subtle distance before and after, and soon crossed the Shampa Avenue, over the rows of tin warehouses, turned north at the corner of the T-junction, and then walked a few minutes to the port accommodation area. This old low-rise building was specially designed for sailors and workers working in the port. With Covered Bridge becoming more and more prosperous in recent years, the newly built apartment building can no longer meet the growing demand, so the port authority had to open up new accommodation areas year by year. Because of this, the residents here changed frequently, and the good and the bad mix together. Maintaining the public order in the working quarters had always been a big headache for the police.

At this time, the working quarters were busy. The sailors huddled together in various restaurants and pubs, chatting loudly and enjoying cheap and mellow Ale, enjoying the cool autumn night. The two teenagers paced away from the crowded market and soon entered the narrow lane deep in the old district.

The light was dim and silent in the lane, and Vyrut walked slowly to a small bush at the edge of the lane, staring at the thin yellow branches as if waiting for something. Seckor followed him into the alley. He pulled the rest of the barbecue into his mouth, threw away the paper bag, raised his sleeve to wipe his mouth, and stood against the wall in the shadow. Suddenly, a burst of black light came out of his whole body, and the whole man instantly dispersed into a light mist and melted into the dark shadow.

It turns out that this careless young man was a powerful man. His magic power was actually the art of shadow control, which was really rare. He swam in the continuous shadow like a fish. He went around the lane far away. He didn’t find anything unusual, so he appeared again.

Vyrut caught sight of his appearance and immediately took out a small white ball from his trouser pocket and threw it stealthily at the intersection corner. When the white ball fell to the ground, it gave off a light gray fog, and soon covered the whole intersection hazy.

The two teenagers quickened their pace. They ran across several small buildings, turned left and right, and got into a dark lane. Finally, they tapped six times on the sealed wall at the end. Suddenly, a round hole half a man high was opened in the middle of the wall. The two teenagers quickly bent down to get into the hole. The stone wall closed tightly again as if it had never been opened before.

Inside the cave was a flat, narrow stone road, with fluorite inlaid on the top of the head and a thick sound-absorbing carpet on the ground. Vyrut glanced at the familiar silent tunnel and walked along the carpet, hearing strange laughter and vulgar slang. Still and expressionless, he took Seckor on his way, quickly across the tunnel to the great rotunda hall.

The hall was very open, only in the middle of the hall was placed a wide black stone round table, 12 chairs were placed on the edge according to the time division, and a small, simple white lamp was hung on the top of the stone table to illuminate the only settlement in the secret room.

On the edge of the stone table were several figures in black cloaks. One of them was laughing at the two teenagers with his back, dancing, and performing a funny trick. The man also had short silver hair. He heard the sound of a gentle footstep behind him, turning down consciously. The face was pale and white, just like the same as Vyrut.

Seckor had been still languidly pondering on the spicy barbecue string. Still, when he saw this, he immediately flew forward, grabbed the man’s neck, and lifted him up with one hand.

“Never! In front of me! Dress up as Vyrut!” The blue-haired boy ground his teeth and growled fiercely. His eyes were like hawks and falcons, staring at the disguised man. There was a cold light in his blue pupils.

The masquerade was held so tightly that his face became purple, and his eyes were almost protruding. He quickly waved to the onlookers for help. There was a ripple on his face, and the magic camouflage slowly faded to reveal his true face. This man was about 30 years old, looked very obscene, with small eyebrows, small eyes, an eagle nose, and a sparse beard.

Vyrut, with a cool face, walked slowly to the table and sat down. He loosened his collar and stroked his cufflinks. He did not look at the ferocious man but looked at a crack on the stone table with interest and said softly, Let him go…”.

Seckor pursed his lips and frowned. Although he did not understand why Vyrut was not angry, he subconsciously obeyed his judgment. The angry teenager threatened to hum, and shook his hand, and threw the masquerade to the stone table.

“Ke..Ke..” The man who escaped from death was in a state of confusion and coughed. He climbed to the opposite stone chair with his hands and feet. He held up his legs and shrank between the tables and chairs’ crevices and did not dare to move again.

Seckor clapped his hands in disgust and swore to himself, and then he pulled up the stone chair by the side of Vyrut and reclined. He took out a small black dagger from his waist and hung his head to play it attentively. It seemed that he was no longer interested in the affairs in this hall.

There was silence in the hall, and Vyrut looked around the table with his hands crossed. In addition to the hapless disguiser, there were four other participants in the party.

On his left was a bald man with dark skin, short and thick eyebrows, and a big mouth with a blood basin under his thick lion’s nose, which made people fear. Next to him sat the only young woman in the room, with delicate features and a slight smile on her face, which gave her a just right gentle feeling.

Opposite them sat an old man with white hair, thin face, and yellow complexion, his short curly hair sticking to the side of the ear, with a neat beard on his mouth. He was serious. A teenager was sitting closest to him, with long black hair tied in a bun and his face covered with strange red and green patterns, which made others uncomfortable.

When several people saw that Vyrut was coming, there was little response, only the yellow-faced old man bowed respectfully towards him.

There was no voice in the hall. Vyrut looked around, squinted, and gently smiling. He asked, “Why are we not in a high mood? There is the first formal party. You don’t have to worry. If you have any questions, just speak up.”

There was another silence. After a moment, the boy with a colorful face took the lead in breaking the deadlock. He lowered his head and poked at his white fingers, with sarcasm on his face, and said bitterly: “How dare we have any worries…Your majesty has made it clear that he wants you to command. You can just say what you want. Do you really care if we are happy or not? “

“What are you talking about?” Seckor stood up, patting the table, his dagger thrust straight through the table. He looked at the man with a colorful face with a bad look and said in a low voice, “If you have enough courage, say it again!”

“Haha, Others may be afraid of you, but I, Wandering，not .” The teenager who called himself Wandering laughed softly, “You tell us to get to the point? So, now you don’t like to hear it?”

“Fuck…” Seckor could not resist his provocation. As soon as he got angry, he planned to go forward to fight. However, Vyrut suddenly reached out and patted him on the back to cool down the nameless anger.

Seckor turned his head in bewilderment, and saw that Vyrut still had a smile on his face, glanced at the boy, rubbed his thumb, and said slowly, “To be honest, I’m a newcomer, but I know some rules even though I don’t have experience. If someone is confident that he is competent, I may as well give you the command order. I will explain it to my teacher. It’s just that… “He stopped for a moment, looked around at the crowd, and his smile gradually disappeared. “In the end, if he messes up, Don’t blame me for not being friendly.”

Although he was envious, Wandering knew that he was not the commander. He could only lower his head again and mumbled a few words vaguely, with a face of unwillingness.

Seckor glared at the Wandering again and then pulled out his dagger. He sat back in his chair, staring at the crowd, throwing the dagger up and down in his hand, as if anyone dared to say more, he would kill him.

Seeing this, the yellow-faced old man tried to comfort all. He stroked his short beard and said with a smile: “What did you say, young master! They are good at fighting and killing. It’s no use asking them to think. Right, Ganger? “He winked at the bold man and indicated that he should not offend his young master.

The black-faced man named Ganger understood himself. He touched his head, laughed loudly, and replied gruffly, “I’m a rude man. Majesty has ordered me. I listen to most of your ideas. I don’t have any problem!”

Vyrut looked again at the charming woman who had always been smiling and did not say a word until she nodded to him slightly, and then the smile reappeared. He glanced at the camouflager on the opposite stone chair and sighed in a low voice: “We are all good partners who share weal and woe. When we are in a foreign country, we should unite with each other. In the future, I hope you can cooperate sincerely and successfully complete the task. “

Hearing his words, some people said yes with a smile, while others were silent. With a smile on his face, Vyrut thought about it for a moment, and then asked the pretender, “Snakeskin, have you confirmed the target?”

“Confirm… It’s confirmed, my master!” replied nervously, “He will be in presidential suite 501, I asked several times, and it would never be wrong!”

Vyrut nodded, leaned to that woman to ask again: “Bee, Are all the agents that need to be deployed ready?”

The seductive woman still said nothing. She raised her sleeve slowly and waved her right hand. Her white arms were covered with tiny wasps the size of fingernails. The buzz of their hustle and bustle made one’s scalp tingle.

“You’ve worked hard. Ganger, have you brought everything you need? “

“Of course! We have taken a lot of good goods this time. Let’s use them freely, haha .” The black man grinned triumphantly, showing his white teeth.

“Well…” It seems that the preparatory work was going well. Vyrut turned his eyes to the boy and said, “Wandering, It’s you who will feint again this time. Pay attention to your propriety, and don’t create extra problems.”

“……” Wandering bowed his head and kept silent. They didn’t know if he heard it.

Vyrut had expected that he would not pay attention to himself and was not annoyed. He looked at the old man with white hair and asked in a soft voice, “Uncle Qi, is the ship ready?”

“Don’t worry, young master, the newly developed Yingfan has a top speed of 22 knots per hour. Driven by pure magic, it can never find an opponent in this capital city.”

Vyrut nodded with a smile on his face. He looked around again and finally warned everyone, “Everything is going smoothly now. Everyone continues to hide and wait for the opportunity. We must hit the target only at one time. Please be careful and don’t cause unnecessary trouble. “

The crowd nodded in agreement. Then the commander strode towards the small hidden door on the side of the hall. He turned around the stone door and sighed in the shadows that no one could see. The partners were not in harmony, but there was not much time left. He just hoped that Everything would be as he expected, and there would be no accidents. Thinking of this, he continued to walk towards his lounge.

The stone tablet in the hall fell into eerie silence again. Seckor provocatively glanced at the Wandering, only to find that he had taken out a newspaper and was reading it with interest. There was a picture of a broken village in the newspaper, with big words below, “Death village is frequently seen. How can we resist the disaster of giant beasts?”

Curling his lips in disdain, Seckor stood up and sneered at him in a low voice, “You dirty thing! You only deserve to do dirty work! “He pulled out the chair and tried to catch up with Vyrut, but soon he heard the laughter from the dark side of Wandering. He turned his head and saw the boy sneered at him, his eyes as cold as ice. “Kill whoever you want to kill? Where can you go? Shadow-Killing Seckor…”

Seckor looked at Wandering indifferently, with a rare deep look in his grey-blue eyes. Finally, he said nothing, turned around, and strode away.

Wandering snorted complacently as if he had won. He lowered his head and read the newspaper again. He stretched out his right hand with a smile and shook it slightly in the air. A flame instantly floated on the newspaper, and soon it was burned into black ash. The young man nodded with satisfaction and walked towards the tunnel at the entrance, humming a tune.

Soft songs echoed in the empty stone hall, accompanied by the four lonely figures at the table.