Chapter 861： Rebirth

This seems to be a story about heroes and knights.

But it's not the story of heroes and knights.

In the existing memories of the thirty-second, no drama has set the tone with such a picture-it carries some kind of real and suffocating depression, but it also reveals some kind of difficulty The power described, as if smelling of steel and flames, escapes from the depths of the picture, and surrounds the young knight in a uniform.

It's not gorgeous, it's not refined enough, and it doesn't have the characteristic symbols of religion or kingship. Those aristocrats who are accustomed to traditional theater will not like it, especially the blood on the young knight's face and the crisscross scars on the armor. Although these things are real, they are too "ugly".

The nobles of the old days preferred to see the knights wearing gorgeous and flamboyant gold armor, eradicating evil under the protection of the gods, or watching the princess and the knights walking between the castle and the manor, chanting some gorgeous empty chapters Even if there is a battlefield, it is also a "paint" for makeup.

Those fattened canaries couldn't bear the iron and fire.

However, ordinary people who have never been in contact with the "high society" can't think of these. They don't know what the noble grandfathers who were above the top do every day. They only think that what they see is part of the "drama" and surrounds them. There was a lot of discussion around that large, exquisite portrait.

Thirty-second also stood under the outer wall of the auditorium for a long time, looking up at the huge painting that was more than three meters high-its original version may be from the hand of an artist, but it should be hanging here at the moment It's a machine-made copy—for half a minute, this tall and silent man just watched silently, without saying a word, the face covered by the bandage was like a stone.

Until the partner's voice came from the side: "Hi-thirty-two, what happened to you?"

The tall man just woke up like a dream. He blinked, took away his eyes from the propaganda posters of the magic shadow drama, and looked around in confusion, as if he had no idea whether he was in reality or in a dream. Why was he here, but soon he reacted and said mutely, "It's all right."

"Your words are always so few," the dark-skinned man shook his head, "you must have been stunned-to be honest, I also stunned at first glance, what a beautiful painting! I could never see it in the countryside This kind of thing ... "

During the conversation, the surrounding crowds have surged, and it seems that it is finally time for the auditorium to open. On the 32nd, a whistle is heard from the direction of the gate not far away-that must be the leader of the construction hanging on his neck every day The sharp whistle of that copper whistle is familiar to everyone here.

The partner pushed him again: "Hurry up and keep up. If you miss it, there is no good place! I can hear the mechanic who transported the goods last time. The magic movie is a rare thing, even to the south. Few cities can be seen! "

Ah, scarce gadgets-there are so many rare gadgets of this age.

He did not speak on the 32nd. He was pushed into the crowd by his partner, and followed the crowd into the auditorium. Many people crowded in. This place, which is usually used for morning meetings and classes, was filled quickly. People, and on the wooden table in the front of the lobby has a larger set of magic guide than usual.

It looks like a magic net terminal, but it is much larger and more complex than the magic net terminal used for communication in the camp. On a large triangular base, there are several different sizes of projection crystals to form a crystal array. That array The glimmer of light over the sky was clearly ready for commissioning.

Thirty-two sat down, and sat under the wooden table with the others, and the partners were excitedly chattering beside them, and they expressed their opinions before the start of the shadow show: they finally occupied a slightly higher position. Makes him look quite good, and there is more than one excited person, so the whole hall looks noisy.

Then, the mechanical bell set in the auditorium rang quickly and sharply, and the complicated and large set of magical machines on the wooden table began to operate, accompanied by a magic projection that was large enough to cover the entire platform and a low, solemn music sound, this The noisy place finally quieted down.

it has started.

People who were previously busy expressing their opinions and making various guesses were quickly attracted by what appeared before them-

At first, when projection and sound first appeared, some people thought it was just a special magic net broadcast. However, when a story that seemed to happen suddenly popped into view, everyone ’s mind was firmly locked in the projection. Sucked.

It was a captivating story about a disaster, a man-made disaster, a brave knight, a group of sacrificed victims, a group of brave men, and a lofty and tragic sacrifice—the auditorium The people in the air held their breath and everyone converged, but slowly, but very lightly speaking voices came from all corners.

This is not the kind of drama traditional and nobles watch. It omits the exaggeration and obscurity of traditional drama, ignoring the long and short poems and empty useless hero confession that need more than ten years of grammatical accumulation to understand. It only has The straightforward narrative story makes everything as easy to understand as the personal experience, and this straightforward simplicity makes people in the hall quickly understand the content of the play, and soon realizes that this is exactly what The disaster they have experienced-a disaster recorded from another perspective.

"Ah, that windmill!" The partner sitting beside him couldn't help but whispered, the man born and raised in the Holy Spirit Plain stared at the projection on the stage, repeating it over and over again, "Cabrey Windmill ... that's the windmill in Cabrai ... my nephew's family lives there ... "

Another person whispered nearby, "Is that the Solimburg? I know the wall over there ..."

"This ... this is someone who recorded what happened then? Oh my god, how did they do it ..."

"Sure it isn't, isn't it? This is drama-drama is fake, I know, those are actors and sets ..."

"But they look too real. They look the same!"

"Yeah, it looks so real ..."

In front of everyone, a lot of familiar things appeared, and then those familiar things disappeared, and soon, the people in the hall became quiet again, and became quieter than before.

Thirty-two sat like a silent sculpture among these quiet people, watching the irreversible disaster develop step by step in the magic image, watching the last knight on the fallen land step on him The final journey.

He looked at it all quietly.

Time passed unconsciously, and this incredible "drama" finally came to an end.

However, no one moved, and Thirty-two sat silently in the same place as everyone else.

It wasn't until the words End of Story emerged on the projection, until the producer's list and a low-end ending song appeared at the same time, the dark-skinned partner sitting next to him took a deep breath, as if he was calming his mood, then Then he noticed the thirty-two who was still staring at the projection screen. He squeezed out a smile and pushed the other's arm: "Thirty-two, you still see it-it's over."

"Ah ... yes ... it's over ..."

"Seeing that you usually don't talk, I didn't expect to be attracted to this thing," said the dark-skinned partner with a smile, but the corner of his eyes dropped with a smile, "It is indeed attractive ... this is the former noble master Are we watching 'drama' ... it's really not average, not average ... "

"This is not what the nobles are watching," said Thirty-two, muffled.

"It's as if you've seen it," the partner shook his head, and then muttered thoughtfully, "It's gone ..."

Thirty-two did not speak. He looked on the stage. The projection there was not extinguished by the end of the "drama". The subtitles were still scrolling upwards. Now it has reached the end, and after the final list is over, line by line. A huge word suddenly emerged, once again attracting the attention of many people.

"This show is dedicated to every victim of war, to every brave soldier and commander, to those who have lost their love, and to those who have survived.

"To this land we love, to the restorers of this land.

"Dedicated to-Belk Loren."

The magic projection over the wooden table finally dissipated. After a while, a bell came from the direction of the hall exit.

People got up and left one by one, but there was another who remained there, sitting quietly as if he hadn't heard the bell.

"Thirty-two?" The dark-skinned man pushed his partner's arm and whispered with a hint of concern. "Thirty-two! It's time to go, ring the bell."

However, the man who was tall and covered with crystal bandage scars with a bandage just sat in place, as if the soul had been out of speech for a long time, and he seemed to be immersed in the story that was over until the partner pushed continuously. He did it several times before he woke up in his dream, "ah".

"You won't be stunned, will you?" The partner looked at it in confusion, "This is not what you usually look like."

"I ..." Thirty-two opened his mouth, but said nothing.

The partner looked back at the extinguished projection device. The dark-skinned man pursed his lips and whispered in two seconds: "But I'm no better than you ... the things in it are true It's like ... On the 32nd, did you tell that story was true? "

Thirty-two finally stood up slowly and said in a low voice: "We are rebuilding this place, at least this is true."

The partner glanced at him a little unexpectedly. It didn't seem that the other party would take the initiative to show such a positive thought. Then the dark-skinned man grinned and laughed: "That is, this is where we have lived for generations."

"I gave myself a name," Thirty-two said suddenly.

"Ah?" The partner felt a bit out of step with Thirty-two, but he quickly responded, "Ah, that's good! You finally plan to name yourself-although I call you thirty-two No. I'm used to it ... then what's your name for yourself? "

Thirty-two was silent for a few seconds and spit out a few words: "Just call Sam."

The partner chatted for a moment, and then couldn't help crying: "You think of such a name for a long time-you are literate, do you know how many Sams there are in this camp?"

"I think this name is good."

"But the soil is terrible. Is there a saying that the lord's valley is lined up, and forty sams are busy in it-the farmer is called Sam, the digger is called Sam, the horse-feeder and the firewood-lover are His name is Sam, and everyone who works on the ground is Sam! "

Thirty-two smiled suddenly.

The face covered with bandages, scars, and crystal clusters looked a little weird in this smile, but those bright eyes were shining.

He said with a happy tone: "So, the name is good."

"Then you can do it casually," the partner shrugged helplessly. "In short, we must go-everyone is about to go."

A man in uniform is standing by the exit of the hall, urging the last few people in the hall to leave.

He nodded on the thirty-second, he followed his partner, stood up like a soldier who had just recovered, and walked towards the hall exit.

At the exit, a large "poster" of "Beacon" was also hung, and the young knight with a sword stood on the ground valiantly, his eyes like a torch.

Although the "actor" in the phantom drama is similar to this young man in six or seven points, after all, this "poster" is exactly what he remembers.

He walked past the poster, paused slightly, and whispered in a soft voice that no one could hear:

"Goodbye, son."

Then Sam left.