It should be said that he really deserves to be Palmer, even the love stories are more outrageous than normal people.
Palmer poured himself several bottles of wine in a row, trying to get out of this bad memory, nagging non-stop, "Judging from the results, this is good, but I always feel like something is wrong..."
Boluogo consoled him, "Forget it, you'd better not think about this with your mind."
"No, no, no, I'm still a little angry. This is a major event in my life, and they just handled it so casually?"
Palmer always felt that there was something wrong with his life. Just like the coming-of-age ceremony back then, those evil and crazy stories were so easily instilled in him, and then this engagement...
It seems that every extremely important event in my life ends in an understatement.
"Since then, Woxilin and I have had a cold war for a while. I think I still like her, but not that much. I understand that my father doesn't communicate with me, but she actually doesn't tell me this...
This makes me really angry."
Borlog asked, "What happened next?"
It was obvious that Palmer and Vosilin had reconciled because of something, and Bologo had a vague idea of what it was.
"Later? Then it was the incident that changed my destiny. Church and I were besieged by the Orangutan Cult. At the critical moment, I became a debtor."
Palmer often mentioned the experience at that time, but mostly for the purpose of bragging, but this time it was different. He rarely talked about his psychological activities at that time.
"You are undead and may not be able to understand this.
I was terribly scared at the time. There were enemies everywhere, the cold light of the swords was shining brightly, and bullets were flying everywhere. I suddenly realized that death, which I usually joke about, was very close at hand.
I'm going to die, die in this damn place, and become a corpse in obscurity."
Palmer was silent for a moment, his cheeks were slightly red, and he looked drunk. Apart from Sere, Palmer was more or less an alcoholic.
"Just... it is often said in stories that when people are about to die, they will look back at the stories of their lives, but my mind is empty."
Palmer's voice became unusually serious.
“If I have to say anything, it’s Vosilin.
I clearly recalled her appearance, her voice, her breath, everything about her... She seemed to be standing in front of me alive, smiling at me as usual.
I feel very sorry. I shouldn't have had a cold war with her. If I had known that this was the case, I would have had a good chat with her before leaving. It doesn't matter what we talked about. I just wanted to make sure she was there.
Then I started to feel very lucky. Thinking about it carefully, I was about to die and I had no regrets at all.
I began to understand Woxilin's behavior. If she hadn't forced me to kiss me, this relationship would really have been extinguished with death. If there hadn't been that damn engagement party, Woxilin wouldn't have become my fiancée...
…
As if she had predicted it, she made up for all my regrets."
Palmer looked incredulous and surprised.
"I found that I could actually die with a satisfied face. There is nothing better than this."
Boluogo nodded gently and listened carefully to Palmer's wonderful love story. Weier leaned aside and licked his hair from time to time. Sere also suppressed his smile, and while listening to Palmer's story,
Sere seemed to have recalled something, and thousands of thoughts flashed through his ruby eyes.
"I think I can obey the will of death, but I feel very angry, very angry, and I still can't get over the engagement."
Palmer yelled and cursed as he spoke, "It's like I'm married! So what should I wear at the wedding, a wedding dress?"
Burlogo agreed, "I think it's not bad, if you want."
Imagine that Palmer appears in a wedding dress... This is quite in line with Palmer's style.
"I don't know what I was thinking at the time... I just felt that it shouldn't be like this. She kissed me forcefully. I lost this round, so I should be the one to propose. I want to win it back!
As the heir of the Clerks family, how could he be married to another woman? I have to live. I want to see Vosilin and propose to her in person, instead of letting her secretly go to my father!
I should be the one to bring up this kind of thing, right?"
"A very reasonable and very strange driving force." Bologo began to applaud.
Palmer said angrily, "You all know the rest of the story. I stole the ceremony, made a deal with the devil, and became a debtor.
I survived in order to propose to Vosilin in person."
Boluogo asked again, "Then what? Did you propose to Vosilin?"
Palmer stopped talking, and the result was obvious.
"Well... oh, how should I put it?" Palmer actually became shy, "Isn't it because I never had time to go back?"
Boluogo felt that he had listened to the story in vain and slammed the table angrily, "You are not much different from Church!"
"No, I just..."
Palmer hesitated and did not continue, but brought the topic back to Church.
"I just think... no matter what, there must be a result, rather than letting it go. Church cannot always live under a mask. He is not a ghost living among countless masks, but a living person."
Palmer's words reminded Bologg of his past, and he remembered that he also knew such a guy who lived under a mask.
"I agree."
Sere suddenly said, "I think the feeling of regret after regret appears is the worst punishment."
The bright red eyes fell on Palmer, and they looked at each other. Suddenly, Palmer felt as if he had gotten to know Sere again.
The aura of madness in Sere's body was gone, his pale skin was bloodless, and his ruby eyes were full of sorrow. In a daze, Sere seemed to have once again transformed into the ancient and mysterious Lord of the Night Tribe.
, on the throne of the deep and dark castle, waiting for the dawn that never comes.
"Fortunately, mortals will die one day, and regrets will also disappear under the scythe of death. Unlike the immortals, regrets will accompany us until the end of time."
Sere fell silent after finishing speaking, his eyes lowered in the wine glass, thinking about things that no one knew.
Boluogo did not disturb Sere. This Night Clan lord had spent a long time. Even though he was playing in the world now and didn't care about anything, Borogo believed that Sere's heart was also fiery.
Serei's extremely thick photo album appeared in his eyes, which recorded each of his wives... In such a long life, it is inevitable that there will be some regrets.
Then there is the regret about himself, about Borogo Lazarus himself.
Boluogo recalled all the good things, and he would spend the rest of his life trying to make up for it.
"ah……"
Palmer raised his head and thought, "I'll apologize to Church when I have time, but after I apologize, I will definitely drag him to see Afia."
Borrowgo said, "You really care about Church."
"After all, he is also my partner, a good brother who has been through life and death with me!"
Palmer gave a thumbs up, and then Burlogo seemed to remind Palmer of something. He became serious again and sighed at Burlogo.
Burlogo looked confused. Palmer was always like this lately, sighing to himself at every turn, as if he was very disappointing.
"The promotion ceremony is over. I will ask Lebius for leave tomorrow, and then we can leave for Fengyuan Highlands."
A smile spread across Palmer's face. Just when he was about to ask Sere if he wanted to go with him, looking at Sere's silent expression, he stuffed the words back into his throat.
Sere's expression was a little bad, and everyone could see it. It was better not to tease the undead at this time.
"Oh, by the way, there's one more thing, Boluogo."
Palmer suddenly remembered something and patted Burlogo hard on the shoulder, asking him to pay attention.
"Although Amu didn't come today, she asked me to bring you a message."
Palmer almost forgot about it.
"She asked you to meet tomorrow to sublimate the furnace core."
…
Seeing Bologna and Palmer leave, Sere looked a little tired. This time it had nothing to do with alcohol or happiness, but a feeling of exhaustion from the bottom of his heart.
"Young people are so wonderful, aren't they? They are full of endless vitality anytime and anywhere."
Weier jumped in front of Serei, and Serei's embarrassed appearance was reflected in the cat's eyes.
"It's indeed beautiful, but it's also stupid." Sere murmured.
"You sound like a bad old father."
"Actually every elder would say this, wouldn't they?" Sere's tone pretended to be serious, "You are still young, and when you grow older, you will feel that these problems are no longer problems."
"They often use words like this to justify the regrets they had when they were young, but we all know that when we grow up, we don't reconcile with our former selves, we just feel numb."
Se Lei touched his chest, "The scar is still there, it has not healed, it just doesn't hurt anymore."
"Let's go, I'm going to bed."
After Se Lei finished speaking, he left resolutely, without giving Weier a chance to say anything more.
Climbing up the stairs, Sere walked quickly, as if he was escaping from something, and hid in his room in a panic.
But the abominable thing did not leave, and the door could not block its progress, because it was hidden in Sere's memory. As the years went by, it grew from a seed into a towering tree, becoming more and more terrifying.
Rampantly running through the body, one day it will burst Sere's body.
Sere lay on the bed, curled up into a ball with the quilt in his arms, old portraits, new photos, color group photos... they were hung on the wall, with many faces and eyes looking at Sere.
Full of love, compassion, anger, sympathy...
Sere turned his head and didn't dare to look, muttering in his mouth.
