"Where is the church's newly designed holy monument?"

Nero shook his head and ran towards there quickly without thinking too much.

How many years have passed since I can remember, I have been an orphan, an orphan who grew up on a "seemingly" isolated island in Forduna, an orphan who grew up under the constant contempt and ridicule of the people around me.

Big orphan.

Why despise? Why laugh?

Because the so-called mother may just be a prostitute wandering around.

People around me say this, and it means: the product of an "accidental" birth between a woman and a man whose name she doesn't even know, due to a financial transaction and the temptation of a one-night stand.

When I first heard the ridicule from my peers, I would fight back hard. Although I denied it all the time, maybe what they said was true...

Until that day, a very kind couple came to the orphanage with a boy a little older than themselves and a girl about the same age as themselves...

"Huh? This little boy has the same silver hair as the gods. He's so cute! Why don't we adopt this boy? Maybe this boy is a child destined to the gods?"

Then, I was accepted by this family. At that moment, I had a family, a family that was not my biological parents, but was better than my biological parents.

I have a friend who is like an elder brother, or a brother, and that girl with eyes full of tenderness and love, Ji Liye!

Although she is one year older than me, I just want to call her that, maybe it is just my reluctance...

No! It should be said that subconsciously, I regarded her as a pure woman, and then I liked her...

Maybe it’s because my personality is incompatible with the people around me, maybe it’s because of other reasons. Unlike others who are either angry, disdainful, or ridiculed, Ji Liye always supports and trusts me in everything I do.

, support and trust without reason.

She does this to other people too, but I guess...

In short, in such a family, I slowly began to let go of my original family that abandoned me. Maybe the woman who abandoned me was really a wandering prostitute!

Until now, just now Ji Liye said that a man came to look for me, that man is my brother, I have a family, it turns out that I have a family...

I originally thought I had let go a long time ago? Why, why did you abandon me back then, why are you looking for me now, why...

The more he thought about it, the sadder Nero's heart became. The more he thought about it, the more complicated Nero's heart became. What is it like? What is it...

Unable to think clearly, Nero simply turned all his grief and anger, all his doubts, and everything into motivation to reach his destination...

"That should be the highest point of Firm Hill!"

The figure that just flashed before my eyes, the figure standing on the black holy monument...

It's absolutely not wrong. I hope you can give me an answer.

Nero thought as his steps became faster and faster...

At this time, Angelo, who was standing on the stone tablet, could already see the figure running quickly, very quickly...

When he was about to reach his destination, Nero's extremely fast footsteps suddenly stopped, and then his left hand instantly pressed down on the bandaged right hand...

"Damn, why at this time..."

Looking at his bandaged right hand, Nero cursed secretly and said with an ugly expression.

At the same time, at the moment when Nero suddenly stopped, Angelo suddenly felt that his body, his soul, and his blood were all trembling slightly. That feeling...

After closing his eyes and feeling something for himself, Angelo's face suddenly darkened, and then he returned to his previous calm demeanor as if he had thought of something.

"It seems it's unrealistic to expect you to come here. Forget it, I'll go to your place!"

As Angelo spoke, his voice seemed to reach Nero's ears through endless space, and the latter looked at the stone tablet that was not far away from him with a shocked face. It could even be said that it was right in front of him.

Under the moonlight, the figure wearing a coat suddenly moved, and then...

Two young men with the same silver hair and "same" coats were looking at each other quietly on a protruding hill...

Yes! That's right, that face is the same as the one I saw in my dream, or the figure in my dream should have such a face.

Thinking back to that day, my right arm was scratched by the sharp-edged demon. Was the injury serious? It was serious, not serious.

But after that day, I had a strange dream, and I had long forgotten that dream, but now I see the person in front of me...

"Did you hear that?"

The man from the dream, telling

"Did you hear that? That roar from the soul?"

The man repeated it again, but I didn't know what he was "telling".

Maybe the man didn't speak, but it resounded in my mind and my soul. The low, dry, but gentle voice sounded again:

"What is your soul screaming about?"

"What about you? What is your soul screaming about?"

I asked a question, and then I heard the man chuckle, and then said:

"I need more power!"

"Me too!"

The dream, the conversation in the dream, and the man all overlapped with the person in front of me, as if those words were what he said.

Looking at Angelo in front of him, Nero recalled with complicated expressions.

At this moment, Angelo looked at the younger brother in front of him, the younger brother he had never met before, the younger brother who only existed in photos, and more thoughts flashed through his mind. There were many things he wanted to say and ask,

I wanted to explain, but in the end I didn't know how to say it.

After a long time, Angelo took the lead in breaking the long silence and asked:

"What happened to your arm? How did you get hurt?"

There was a hint of anger and long-lost concern in his tone, just like Credo...

"I was scratched during the battle with the devil!"

Nero, who was also in a complicated mood, replied.

I don’t know why, but I just said it naturally.

After Nero finished speaking, Angelo confirmed that he had moved and nodded before asking a second question.

"How have you been over the past few years? I guess...forget it, my name is Angelo. My mother said it herself that I was born first, an hour before you."

From the greeting at the beginning, and then changing the subject with a wry smile, Angelo was at a loss and worried at this time, after all...

From the initial question, to the subsequent self-introduction, and finally, the tone that seemed to show off his status, Nero slowly became depressed, sad, and even a little angry.

Taking a deep breath, he said a slightly confused "Ah," as if he didn't hear it, and then replied:

"Ah? Angelo, right? Why would you ask such a question? How can an abandoned orphan live in the midst of abuse, ridicule, and contempt?"

After he finished speaking, there was a hint of indifference in his extremely self-deprecating words.

Sadness, sorrow, and anger began to appear on Nero's face.

But Angelo nodded firmly, as if he expected it, a smile flashed on his face, and he said:

"Yeah! You can guess that it's similar to what I and my mother imagined. It's a pretty good life. At least you..."

"Damn it! What are you talking about? Are you laughing at me?"

That kind of knowing but indifferent tone, even with a "ridiculous" tone, made Nero's mood explode instantly, and he directly uttered a curse word, forcibly interrupting Angelo's words.

Seeing Nero's extremely angry look, Angelo frowned, then thought for a moment, smiled, and asked:

"Ha! Ha! Do you think I am mocking you? Do you think I am mocking you, or do you think you are really abandoned?"

At the end of the sentence, Angelo's voice seemed to be trembling a little, and even his expression, that extremely sad look, made the somewhat angry Nero confused.

Angelo, looking at Nero's doubtful expression, took a deep breath and added:

"At least, your life is much better than that of us who are worried all day long and worry that we may lose our lives someday!"

After speaking in a complicated tone, Angelo took off the necklace around his neck and threw it to Nero, who caught it and looked at it.

Angelo also walked up to him at this time and touched Nero's hair with a sad expression. The latter was obviously not used to this action. He avoided Angelo's stretched out hand and began to look at the necklace.

, and the contents contained in the necklace.

This ruby ​​with a golden chain gives people a very heavy feeling as soon as it is bought.

Yes, that's right, the value of this necklace, even if you have never left this island, you know that this necklace is very precious.

Just this golden chain and this ruby ​​are worth a lot of money. It’s also a flip-top. What’s inside...

Opening the lid, surprisingly, there were only two three- to four-inch photos inside. On the lid was the back of a man holding a samurai sword and wearing a blue windbreaker. There was a picture of himself and a guy named Angelo.

The same silver hair.

Just looking at the photo, it gives people a very cold feeling, not to mention the face, or in other words, my previous guess that the man in the dream is more suitable with this extremely cold face.

No! It's not appropriate. That dream, that whisper that resounded deep in the soul, was said by this man, it was him.

Looking at the photo with Virgil's background on the cover, Nero was extremely convinced that the man he saw in his dream must be him.

Who is he? Maybe...
To be continued...