The Happy Life of the Abandoned Prince

Chapter 117 The Old Man

"If you have anything to do in the future, you can come to me directly." Eugenie and Connor fisted each other, and the friendship between them reached over sixty.

But Galia's sisters were so proud that they didn't like being sticky, so Eugenie got up and left after leaving such a sentence. Of course, she still generously reimbursed the loss of White Paradise.The mustache chef wept with joy, and he didn't even feel so disgusted with Connor: "Your Highness, if you want to go to a restaurant to fight, there is a very good restaurant in Menethil nearby, and it is worth smashing!"

As a qualified chef, Tom is of course mature, calm and decisive. The motto he believes in is to pull the other party to the same height as himself and defeat him with rich experience. This is his principle as a leader! "

Connor had had enough fights for the night, he waved his hand and turned to leave, he didn't realize until after he left that he didn't have dinner.

He was walking slowly on the street alone, the wound on his face was still aching, and Eugenie's sister punched him in the face, but the punches hit each one directly.It made Connor look like Panda, the big cutie in the motherland.He had no means of healing himself, so he covered his wound and walked about one or two kilometers like this to a bridge.This is a short stone arch bridge, which seems to have been built a long time ago, and the touch of cobblestones can be heard under the feet.Connor turned to look at the river flowing across the stone bridge.It was dark, and the silver moonlight shone on the river, turning the whole world into two pieces.One is the bustling Golden Key Island, where the lights are feasting and drinking, and countless lights illuminate the city at night, full of vitality and hope.On the other side, there is a pitch-black world, as if this darkness does not belong to Golden Key Island at all, and the scattered lights appear lonely and deserted, as if shivering in the dark while looking hopefully at that piece of land. lights.

He just stood there without moving, quietly standing at the head of the bridge, watching the passage of time.

"Young man, what are you doing here?" Connor looked back, it was an old man who had met once, the old man who brought his granddaughter to the exhibition hall of Tiger Bridge to teach Connor magic skills, he slightly Laughing, his body curled up, as if the summer nights still made his body feel cold, his hair and beard were already gray, but his eyes were piercing, making it impossible to judge his exact age for a while.

"Look at the night scene, it would be great if there is a camera."

"Oh, camera..." The old man vaguely repeated the "new words" that popped out of the young man's mouth. "I haven't heard of it, is it a newly invented Modong product?"

"No, um, probably not." Connor thought for a while and used a more accurate line. "It's something I imagined. Probably it can save the picture instantly."

"It's still you young people who have rich imaginations." The old man's voice showed appreciation, "When I was young, I was thinking about it every day and wanted to make some earth-shattering works."

"However, no one will want the automatic painting machine you imagined. Modong's works have no artistic atmosphere at all."

"I'm not talking about automatic painting, but to faithfully preserve the picture at this moment." As soon as Connor heard it, he knew that the old man had fallen into the old circle of painting again.

He gestured, "You understand, there is always a moment that you hope is eternal, and there is always a moment that you want to stay."

The old man fell into some kind of memory, and after a while he woke up like a dream, and sighed with regret: "If you had said this to me decades ago, I would probably have said what you said. After the camera is made, there may be more things left behind, but now, I can only experience it in my memories. My precious memories will become blurred with age sooner or later. Even if I don't want it, God will take it away, just as God will take my wisdom sooner or later."

"Old sir, you are very sane now."

"Perhaps. But it will happen sooner or later. My aunt is a noisy woman. She has never been quiet in her life. She is like a quacking goose." The old man flapped his wings exaggeratedly "I once stole the nut yogurt she made. It was her favorite product. I stole it because she scolded me. She yelled and looked around, and the whole village could hear her." The sound. And I hid in a secret place and finished the jar of yogurt. It was probably the best yogurt I've ever had in my life."

"However, such an aunt, I used to think that she would never be quiet, and would continue to chatter until she went to heaven. But when she was old and got Alzheimer's, she would be so quiet. Even if I stood in front of her I couldn’t recognize her either. I stood in front of her and confessed that I secretly drank yogurt. For a moment, I thought she was going to get angry and slap me, but in the end her eyes were still blank until she passed away. .”

This kind of memory is too heavy, how can I ask Connor to pick up the topic.

As if sensing that the atmosphere was not right, the old man apologized frankly, "I'm sorry, the old man is like this. He likes to recall the past, which makes your heart heavy."

"It's okay, I like chatting with the elderly very much." Connor explained hastily.

"What a considerate young man, what about my last proposal, are you interested in magic technology?"

"Yes, I really need talents like you, whether it is education or research, I hope that the world will become more and more corrupt, and countless talents will put their ingenuity on how to eat, drink and have fun instead of killing and setting fire." This is the truth , Connor really plans to promote the education and popularization of magic technology on the outer islands.He can't wait to cultivate more available talents.

"Haha, it makes sense for you to say that. Eating, drinking, and having fun is better than war." The old man's thin body was slightly bent, and his two hands were exposed. It was always strange to wear gloves in summer. The old man noticed Connor's After looking at it, he admitted generously, "It's an old injury, so I replaced it with a pair of prosthetics."

He took off the gloves, and his hands exuded a subtle artificial color. There were no palm prints or fingerprints on his hands, and there were no crusts and calluses left by daily life. What was exposed was only a pair of brand new hands, just like It is a tool in general.

"Sorry. I didn't expect that."

"It happened so many years ago. I almost forgot." The old man put on his gloves nonchalantly, "Do you know why it's so dark here?"

"Because this is a slum?"

"Wrong guess." The old man said, "This used to be the old magic artisan area of ​​Golden Key Island." He pointed to the darkness, "This is a cemetery."

Mass cemetery for artisans?But Connor soon discovered that he had misunderstood.

"This is a cemetery belonging to the artisans. When we destroy some works, we must bury them carefully here."

Junkyard?But Connor didn't dare to complain, he waited for the old man to continue telling his feelings.

"When we made things at that time, each piece had to be made as a work of art with painstaking efforts, so we left this ceremony, hoping that all craftsmen would remember the sadness and unwillingness of burying the works. So our craftsmen at that time... "

Connor waited for the phrase "People of today".

"The artisans are completely different now. They pay attention to teamwork and produce products that are jointly produced. This cemetery has also been forgotten. Except for old people like me, probably no one will come here."

The old man sighed, at this moment his whole body exudes an aura, old.

"Okay, let's stop talking with the young man, my granddaughter is still waiting for me." The old man said, waved his hand at Connor, turned around and walked towards the darkness.

"Wait for me." Connor felt that he couldn't let an old man walk at night in a place without street lights. You said he fell down and there was no camera. "I'll give you a ride along the way."

"Do you know which direction I'm going?" the old man asked.

"I don't know." Connor shrugged. "I'm lost anyway. I'll get you there. I'll just ask you how to get there."

The old man did not refuse, and stretched out his gloved right hand, "You can call me Constantine."

"Just call me Connor."

Constantine smiled, "Of course I know, the hero of the magic doll show."