My Heroic Life

Then, as the years passed, the environment Altria was in changed again. It was in the magnificent palace. Usser gave up the power to the princes with a gloomy expression, and contemplated a way to save Britain. Finally he called The sage and the young man announced excitedly:

"We want to create the ideal king!"

Altria watched the process of her creation silently. She had already learned from Merlin that she had no reaction to this. There was only one thing that made her care a little, that is, the youth in this memory and her impression. Is completely different.

No smile, no, more than that, nothing, almost no emotional fluctuations.

Perplexed, she began to explore the truth in the replay of this memory, and then as time passed, Altria finally solved many doubts in her heart.

Morgan's relationship with him, the curse of the crystallization of reason, and the growth-type conceptual heart.

"Do not!"

At the moment when the seed-like conceptual heart was put into the soul by the youth, Altria screamed uncontrollably, and she reached out in vain to stop, but could only pass through the virtual illusion like a spectator.

"No, why! I don't want this kind of thing, I don't want it!"

Tears shed uncontrollably. At the moment when she knew the truth, the shock that Altria received almost shattered her spirit. She stared blankly at the memory that continued to flow, but her eyes were no longer bright.

"It turns out that everything is due to me... the root of his misfortune is me."

The girl murmured in pain. She knelt on her knees, and even the strength to stand up had disappeared, just staring at the land that was constantly changing with her memory.

Until the man walked up to her.

"..."

Yin Lan looked at nothing in front of him, except that the girl who grabbed the ground with both hands was silent for a moment. He looked at the memory scene that was still changing nearby, and he roughly understood what had happened.

"Really, it seems you know."

He sighed, and the girl in front of him instantly raised her head and looked at the young man in disbelief.

"Lan?"

"Although this kind of connection based on conceptual things often allows both parties to have some common secrets, I did not expect to reproduce the memory to this degree."

He turned his head to look at the memory that was still playing, and said with some distress: "Isn't this all seen? To be honest, I'm a bit embarrassed."

"Lan, it was a lie to me, right? You will be fine, will you?"

Altria didn't care about the young man's emotions, she leaped forward and grabbed Yin Lan's clothes, and asked the most important question with tears in her eyes.

But what I got was the silence of the youth.

"...I'm sorry, Lily."

Yin Lan sighed and spoke, while Altria burst into tears for an instant. The hope that flashed in her eyes had completely disappeared, leaving only endless regrets stirring in her heart.

"It's all because of me. If I have not been born, if I can be stronger, so strong that I don't need these things, in that case...Woo."

"what are you talking about?"

The young man asked helplessly, but Altria answered like a sadistic one.

"All I bring to you is pain, no matter when it was born or afterwards, I am too selfish, for my ideals, for Britain, I..."

"So what are you talking about?"

Yin Lan pulled up the girl who was kneeling on the ground and held her cheeks facing him. He just wanted to talk, but suddenly noticed the memory image beside him.

"So that's it, it's not done yet." He suddenly said: "Keep watching, Lily."

"Then you will know what you brought me."

Chapter 115: Supporting Each Other

Altria was held up by Yin Lan in a daze. She turned her head blankly to look at the flowing memory, filled with doubts.

Keep watching, what to watch?

For Altria, before she was born, Yin Lan’s secret life that was not known to anyone had been seen by her, and the days after that were the time the two spent together day and night. What is so good about the familiar childhood life? What?

At least in the girl's memory, the childhood is fairly peaceful and stable, without any accidents and disturbances, if it is an ordinary child, it will even feel boring.

She was lifted up blankly, turned her head to look around, and the nearby scene was changing again. The room with dense pipelines passed down her feet to the distance. When she recovered, Altria was already in the dark room. .

"this is......"

Altria observed the neighborhood a little bit, and immediately recognized this place. This was Yin Lan's room in Knight Eckert's house.

Familiar high bookshelves, slightly messy stickers stuck to the wall to write training goals, by the window is a large oak desk, outside the window is the training ground in the yard.

At this time, sitting at the table by the window was a thin child, a young man with long black hair that was different from the soul state. He was an ordinary black-haired teenager, exactly what Yin Lan looked like when she was young.

He was sitting at the table with one hand on his left chest and one hand on his forehead. The old-fashioned lamp in front of him glowed dimly, becoming the only light source in this dimly lit room.

The juvenile's body was stained with a yellow halo in this light, but his immature face was full of fear and pain. He was panting, and the irregular breathing sound was very clear in the room where the needle drop could be heard.

"Lan..."

The painful expression of the teenager easily touched Altria's heartstrings. She reflexively wanted to run forward, but at the moment she took her steps she realized that this was just a phantom of the past, and the real person was by her side.

She turned to look at the young man beside her, and found that he looked at her once with the same complex expression, and at the same time, the young man at the table was talking.

"Record, twenty-third homology, failure."

He gasped and squeezed this sentence out of his mouth, and at the same time the watch on his wrist glowed, transmitting the co-tuned data to the British Palace.

He watched the flickering light silently, then waved his hand to the desk and made a dull sound.

"Why? Obviously they have already made such a big sacrifice, why on earth!"

"Concept Heart everything is normal, what is the problem..."

He muttered to himself anxiously, until the sound of a door opened outside the window beside him.

It was dawn when a girl named Altria entered the training ground to practice on her own. The teenager was interrupted and frowned in annoyance. He looked at the small figure waving the sword outside the window, and was caught The chaotic swordsmanship angered.

"What can this swordsmanship do?"

He watched the girl's practice with anger on his face, and was obviously dissatisfied with the future king of Britain. After all, compared with the girl Yin Lan had taught before, Altria's progress was not fast.

He watched the girl swing the sword like this, time passed bit by bit, the anger on the young man's face gradually disappeared, and he silently listened to the rhythmic sword swing, seeming to feel something.

"Ugh."

He sighed, scratched his head vigorously, grabbed the wooden sword by the table and jumped out of the window, ran to the girl practicing, and held up his kendo in her surprised eyes: "Training battle, attack."