Chapter 423 Missing Heart

Norris and Creton looked at each other with the dining table, and soon Norris gave his own answer.

"I will leave, my friend, since you insisted again and again."

Hearing him say this, Cretton smiled happily, raised his hand to push the body aside, grabbed the bottle on the table and filled Norris' glass first, then raised the bottle to raise the glass to him.

"It's so great. If you refuse, I really don't know what to do. Come and have a drink and celebrate our friendship forever."

Norris sat heavily on the chair, holding the cup weakly with his palms.

"Clayton."

"What?" Creton asked in confusion.

"Fuck you!"

Norris scolded him so well that he was full of emotions, but Creton didn't care. He laughed and leaned forward, forcibly touched his old friend, and watched him press his lips against the cup. He then tilted his neck to clear the bottle.

When they showed their attitude, the atmosphere suddenly relaxed.

Maybe the atmosphere would be better if the body on the table was not considered.

"By the way, what are you going to do now? His people may cause trouble for you, or you can push this to the assassin, the people who assassinated you yesterday?" After drinking, Cretton suddenly asked No. 1 Reese.

Norris's nasolabial folds twisted on his face, which he couldn't see clearly.

"Clayton, I hope you can think about your friend's future before you start next time."

"I didn't think about it at the time, but now I'm thinking about it. Can't this make up for my rude mistakes?"

"Hmph-Okay, after all, I'm wrong with this, I'll deal with Mr. Cuomo's aftermath."

Norris rattled his most loyal servants and asked them to inform the waiter of Mr. Cuomo's entourage to go to the reception room to rest, then leaned tiredly on the back of the chair, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Don't I help?" Creton asked kindly.

"I don't think you can help." Norris closed his eyes, and the eyeballs under his eyelids quickly turned, and then opened them again: "Tell me what you've experienced, you didn't say we did here Did something almost kill you? Now it also destroyed my plan, I have to listen to the details."

Clayton certainly would not refuse this reason. He spent half an hour telling Norris all the crises he experienced last year, including the stories of the Holy Grail, the Doomsday Seeker, and Wonderland.

There are many details missing, but it should be stated that the danger he encountered is enough.

Norris closed his eyes and listened, if he hadn't opened his eyes at the end, Cretton would probably think he was asleep.

"It's really like a dream." He commented on everything Creton experienced, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then you should be able to understand why I'm so annoyed, right?"

"Um."

Clayton was surprised at his blandness: "You don't look very surprised."

"Do you know what is the difference between a member of an ancient society and a wanderer?"

Norris stretched out his index finger and pointed his black sideburns: "It's experience. The association I am in has been passed down for thousands of years. Even in the most severe periods, we still preserve a large number of precious documents that record real world history, which they record. Knowledge allows us descendants to predict periodic changes in advance."

"The crisis you encounter is not surprising. Even without us, you will be targeted by the Holy Grail and the End of the End, just sooner or later. Because these effects come from the Dark Moon, the whole world is affected the same, and It is normal for many people to think of the same way of using this influence."

"I think you're shirking," Clayton said sincerely.

Norris shook his head helplessly: "I can tell you now what will happen in this country next. If they haven't happened this year, you can think of me as someone who is trapped in delirium and lies."

Creighton didn't believe it, so he asked him to speak freely.

"First, the Queen will issue a series of new policies to work closer with the White Church. The church begins to invest in all kinds of things, especially schools, as it is not short of money. As the dark generation grows, it is becoming more and more important. Many people will find your existence, they will contact the newspaper and spontaneously promote your existence for the sake of fame and money. Then there is the occurrence of hostility incidents. If no real dark descendants are found, their fear and hatred for the monster will be transferred. On people with disabilities, deformities and foreigners.”

“In the days that followed, our society became more mean and conservative, but the crime rate continued to rise, because of the existence of humanoid monsters, people gradually lost trust, heresy trials were held everywhere, and the Pope’s orders could not stop Lynchings in these local churches. People began to sing praises to the times before, criticizing the current indifference and fanaticism, and longing to return to a happy society."

"But people with extraordinary powers are happy to see these chaos, and they will even fuel the fire, hoping that the situation will continue and allow them to make profits from it."

Norris's voice was calm and confident, as if he had seen such a scene countless times.

In the future when the contradictions intensify, associations and religions as numerous as stars are the root of chaos. Even if the extraordinary people only account for a very small part of the crowd, the "miracles" they show are enough to incite many ordinary people to charge for them.

The crowd is always blind, and sometimes there is no need to show extraordinary power in front of them, and they can be merciless only by public opinion.

Norris would never be surprised if people still believe in miracles and extraordinary existences in some world where there is no extraordinary power, and they will kill each other and sacrifice their lives for it.

"This has something to do with the revival of the old nobles?" Clayton asked.

"Of course it's relevant, let me give you a simple example - if you were the mayor, would you die to protect the city?"

Cretton shook his head.

As mayor, when encountering problems that cannot be solved, he can only resign and let more capable people take office. Why bother to the point of causing trouble to the point of harming his life?

Norris was not surprised at his reaction: "What if you were the lord here? This city is your ancestral foundation and home. It cannot be sold and can only be exchanged for another land with the same troubles. You know that in the future, your descendants will continue to reproduce here and sing the glorious deeds of your ancestor. Will you fight to the death for these things?”

Creton hesitated.

"Look, that's how it is." Norris spread his hands: "People are the bravest in defending their property, and therefore the civic class flourished during the Great Discovery. It cannot be said that the same spirit does not exist in the nobles."

"This makes no sense." Creton just shook his head. "The lords do stand up when there is danger, but they are usually in danger."

"Then do you believe in the police? But are our law enforcement officers capable of dealing with these contradictions? As for the guards, Norris sneered: "I think you have seen it too. Money alone cannot make them loyal. Land is the hero that controls the hero. The hero's reins."

He believed in this so much that his anger towards Creton came and went quickly.

Whether he goes or stays next, the flames that Sacred Heart Friendship will ignite in Wei Odi will continue to burn.

Cretton shook his head suddenly.

"Every tyrant has never thought that he was damaging the country. If these lords do whatever they want, it would be worse than the current situation of letting them go."

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"Mr. Cuomo's words are inappropriate. My intention is not to return to such an original era, but to imitate Tautun's system."

Norris said this, but Creton didn't know how to continue, and he didn't understand Taunton's system.

Seeing him silent, Norris asked another question: "If you were not affected by our actions, would you still try to stop me if you knew these things today?"

Creighton reacted and licked his lips: "I don't know."

"Why?"

"Because I am not a person who hates evil. When I see evil things that have nothing to do with me happen, I will turn a blind eye to it most of the time. But at the same time, I have a strange emotional phenomenon. Maybe this is indeed a quirk- When I see people close to me doing things that I don’t like, I will be more angry than seeing strangers do the same.”

Norris nodded slightly to show that he was aware of it.

"Okay, it's time for the end of this topic. I'll leave." He stood up on his knees and completely relaxed: "Clayton, I'm glad you're willing to talk to me about this topic instead of giving me a I took a stick and dragged me to another place to retire."

Creighton disdained this kind of polite statement.

"If you gave up keeping me secret earlier, we should have finished talking about this the day before yesterday."

"Maybe." Norris put on his gloves, then pulled out his pocket watch and looked at the time: "There will be someone to deal with Mr. Cuomo's body, I'll take a step forward. When the tailor prepares your clothes, they will give it to him. You, it's time for you to leave. I really want to take you for a while, but considering that I still have my own troubles, we'd better go our own way to avoid yesterday's incident again."

"Then how do I contact you?" Clayton asked.

"I'd better send the letter here," Norris said. "Apart from this, everything I said before is still counted. I sincerely hope that we will be more harmonious next time we meet."

He walked to the door of the restaurant, and the servant who had led Creton to the house had walked to him and put on his coat. Creton stared at his back and threw the empty wine bottle in his hand.

Norris tidied up his gauge and turned around.

"Clayton."

"Um?"

"The Dark Seeds who are awakened by the stimulation of the Dark Moon are stronger than the groups born from natural intercourse, but are also more susceptible to curses. Be careful of those guys and also be careful to control yourself."

"certainly."

Norris nodded and turned and went out.

Clayton watched him leave, and suddenly he was the only one left in the huge restaurant, and he didn't know the rest of the house.

He put the bottle on his lips, and thought that he had just finished drinking all the wine, so he had to put the bottle down, lower his hands boredly, leaned against the back of the chair, and looked up at the ceiling.

The void in my heart is fully presented in silence.

After chatting with Norris, Cretton was actually not very happy, and it was like this since he forced Norris to express his opinion.

Although he was angry at the beginning, unlike yesterday, the passion quickly cooled down.

He seemed to have lost something, making him feel that he was not standing down to one place when he spoke, so that whether he agreed or opposed Norris's statement, his mood was as empty as a castle in the air, but he said it by instinct Some things Clayton would say in the past.

But what was missing in his heart?

He pondered hard.

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