Chapter 106 Adel Dovilan [Thanks to Er Erxi for Being the Leader, Additional Update]

Chapter 106 Adele Dovilan [Thanks to the leader of Ererxi, additional update]

It was quiet all around, as if from a certain moment on, the room where Boluogo was in had been stripped away from the world. In this small world, there was only him and the diaries in front of him, which spoke quietly. past.

The familiar handwriting came into his eyes, and it was like warm water soaking through Boluogo's body. Every inch of his nerves were relaxing, and even his tense muscles were relaxing.

I don't know when, but my restless heart calmed down for the first time in a long time.

Everything fell into tranquility.

Boluogo has always felt that Adele has a kind of magic. She is so kind and friendly, and just by being around her, he can feel the warmth like the sunshine.

After Adele's death, Bologo hadn't felt this way for a long time. Sometimes Bologo would wonder if he was pursuing the evil man so stubbornly just for the sake of inner peace.

Boluogo is unable and unqualified to become a person like Adele. Such a person is too dazzling. Adele always has a sense of salvation and uses her mortal power to save more people in suffering.

Sometimes Borlog would joke about whether the statue of Our Lady of Salvation was carved in Adele's likeness.

Adele didn't like such jokes and told herself seriously that anyone could be one, it wasn't fixed.

She is an old guy, and has become a little stubborn and rigid, but the years have not changed the beauty in her heart. Boluogo feels that in Adele's eyes, he may also be a lost lamb, waiting for her to save.

Boluo Ge couldn't be as noble as her. All he could do was punish those who caused suffering and drive away all the evildoers.

He is only good at violence, but cannot learn Adele's gentleness.

Sometimes Boluogo really admires Adele, as if if she reaches out her hand, even the most heinous criminal will sincerely repent in front of her.

"But we can't be too merciful, Boluogo."

Adele's voice sounded, and Boluogo lay on the sofa holding the diary.

Memories and words are intertwined and woven into a confusing fantasy.

Boluogo couldn't remember the specific time, but he still vaguely remembered the scene at that time. Just like he was lying on the sofa now, he was also lying on the hospital bed like this at that time, with one after another tied to his chest. bandage.

The noise of the city disappeared, replaced by the violent sound of cannons, roars and gunshots.

The enemy raided the camp at night and fighting broke out at every corner.

The fire was lit, and Bologo in the camp could see those figures through the firelight. They were like twisted monsters, waving their fangs and claws like a doomsday carnival.

Adele was beside him. When she said these words, she was still loading the gun in her hand. In Boluogo's eyes, she had always been a weak military doctor. Qi, sharp as swords, spears and halberds.

"I thought you didn't like weapons. This is a deadly weapon."

Borlog gasped, a sharp pain shooting through his chest every time he spoke, as if a blade was stuck in it.

"First of all, you need to hold a sharp sword in your hand, and secondly, you can calmly talk to people about kindness and forgiveness."

Adele threw a gun at Burlogo.

"Goodwill without force will only allow others to bully you."

At that time, Bologo felt as if he had gotten to know Adele all over again.

"I was talking to Moore before. If there is a war, would you scream and jump into our arms to seek our protection?"

Boluogo gritted his teeth and turned over, grabbing the firearm thrown by Adele.

Not long ago, a cannonball exploded next to Boluogo. When he woke up, he was in this hospital bed. Not only was his whole body in severe pain, but his vision was also affected. The world in front of him was blurred together, as if he had been A water-stained oil painting.

Large blocks of color are spliced ​​together, like a mental patient's dream coming true.

"What now?"

Adele came over and pulled Boluogo up, carrying him on his shoulders. The two of them staggered forward.

"I feel like the roles have been reversed. This hug is really powerful."

Boluogo began to talk nonsense, and in Adele's arms, he actually felt a little like a bird.

There were gunshots everywhere and flames were burning. Fortunately, he had been a soldier for a while, and he had begun to feel numb to this fatal situation instead of screaming.

"Your reaction really surprises me. I always thought that believers like you were quite hypocritical and bad people," Bologo said.

Adele replied as she pulled the trigger and shot an enemy across the tent, blood soaking the cloth.

"This also depends on the situation. If it is in church, I will talk to them about justice and mercy, and sing praises to God's love and glory.

But now we are on the battlefield, and everyone is already red-eyed. Do you think those who are red-eyed can listen to some prayers and poems? Don't be ridiculous, Bolog.

Not to mention, if I pray with my hands, you guy will fall! "

Adele tried her best to support Boluogo. She was a head shorter than Boluogo, but she firmly supported this embarrassed body.

Boluogo's consciousness was a little blurry and he could only nod vigorously, strongly agreeing with Adele's words.

He thought that if he could survive this night, it would be okay to listen to Adele's tedious doctrines, not to mention volunteering in the church. If allowed, Blogo would like to prepare the Eucharist with Adele.

After living for so many years, this was the first time he felt the glory of God.

In the dark night, Blogo felt that there was a holy light shining on his face. In this fatal situation, this light burned Blogo to tears.

The noisy sound gradually faded away, and gradually, in the silence, only the sound of Blogo turning pages remained.

Every time he turned the page, the scenery in his memories was changing, and the dates kept changing, slowly advancing the years.

Blogo once thought that Adele was copying prayers in the middle of the night, but in fact she was just keeping a diary. She kept the habit of writing a diary until she died not long ago.

Each diary was so thick, recording every day and every second that Adele experienced. Looking at the diary in the suitcase, Blogo understood why Lawson was reluctant to part with it.

This records his mother's life, but now he has given it to himself. The more he reads it, the more Blogo can feel the weight of this gift.

He just flipped through Adele's diary. From the time Adele joined the army to the end of her long military career, she started a new life and bid farewell to the old place.

She had been to many places and finally returned here.

It felt wonderful, like another person completely revealed her life, without reservation or concealment, because she knew from the beginning that her life was upright and bright, and she was not afraid of anyone's eyes.

Blogo felt that he was no longer reading a diary, but more like reading a person's self-confession.

Unconsciously, it was dark. Blogo curled up on the sofa. After reading a diary, he closed it and put it aside, and then picked up another one.

Adele rarely talked about the past with him, but now Blogo saw everything from her diary.

After the war, Adele retired from the army, but she did not return to her hometown. Instead, she followed the Rhine Alliance troops and stayed in the scorched earth ruins, rebuilding the city with many people.

After the baptism of war, Adele became mature and stable. She continued her duties as a doctor and helped many people who were devastated by the war. Soon a new city was built on the ruins, and it had a new name.

The City of Oaths, Opus.

After the city was established, Adele continued her good deeds. She basically did not mention her military experience to others, and few people knew that this devout doctor had such an experience.

The following diary content became trivial, full of daily life, messy interpersonal relationships, and Adele's complaints became more and more.

"Instead of saving some people with words and actions, it is better to just give them a bullet. Such people living in the world will only make everyone unhappy."

"Why didn't these people die during the war?"

"God, is this a test for me? This is a bit too much!"

Berogo laughed when he saw this. It seems that the kind Adele will also have a day when her patience is worn out.

In the diary later, such complaints gradually became less and less. Adele got used to it, or grew up.

The smile on Berogo's face disappeared. Then Adele experienced many ups and downs. Fortunately, she survived. She wrote in her diary that she attended the veterans' gathering to see her former comrades.

Some people died, some are still alive, some are tortured by that experience, and some disappeared.

"Has anyone seen Blogo?"

"I haven't seen him for a long time."

"Don't you know? His unit was the first to enter..."

"..."

When talking about this, Adele looked a little gloomy. She still remembered the man named Blogo. In the previous melee, the two experienced a wonderful adventure together. First, they escaped from the camp in a miserable state, and then survived in the wild. After tossing for more than half a month, the two reunited with the troops.

Adele thought Blogo would come, and wanted to talk to this wonderful friend about her recent experience, but it was not until now that she realized that this wonderful friend might have died.

She felt a little sad, but not that sad.

Since that wonderful adventure, Adele and Blogo have not seen each other for many years.

I don't want to admit it, but sometimes time and distance really weaken some seemingly indestructible things, no matter how hard they were, even iron and stone can hardly defeat them.

Then Adele continued her life. She was still pursuing the life she wanted. After work, Adele volunteered in the orphanage. She met many people and experienced many things.

Adele was not as strong as Blogo thought. In her diary, she lost hope in life countless times, but became strong again.

The war did not defeat her, and she felt that life was even less likely to defeat her.

She did not get married and pursued her lofty ideals. She adopted a child in the orphanage where she worked. His name was Lawson.

Then Adele's children gradually increased.

Blogo's eyes were gentle... He rarely showed such a gentle side.

The hands on the clock were approaching midnight. He had read most of the diaries and watched Adele's life. Now there was only the last diary waiting for Blogo to read.

Reaching out his hand, Blogo picked up the last diary.