Chapter 861 Resurrection

This seems to be a story about heroes and knights.

But it is not a story of heroes and knights.

In the memory of No. 32, there has never been any drama that sets the tone with such a picture - it carries a certain real and suffocating oppression, But it reveals some indescribable power, as if the smell of steel and fire is constantly escaping from the depths of the picture, surrounding the young knight in uniform.

It is not gorgeous or refined enough, and it does not have the characteristic symbols of religion or royal power - those nobles who are used to traditional dramas will not like it, especially the blood and blood on the young knight's face. The criss-crossed scars on the armor, although these things are real, are too "ugly" to be real.

The nobles of the old days preferred to see knights wearing gorgeous and flamboyant golden armor, eradicating evil under the protection of gods, or watching princesses and knights wandering between castles and manors. , chanting some gorgeous and empty chapters, even if there is a battlefield, it is also the "paint" used to decorate love.

Those painted canaries cannot withstand the heat of iron and fire.

However, ordinary people who have never been in contact with the "upper class" cannot imagine this. They have no idea what the high-ranking aristocrats were doing every day. They only think that what they see in front of them is "drama" " part of the story, and there was a lot of discussion around the large and exquisite portrait.

No. 32 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 have been painted by a certain painter. But what is hanging here at the moment should be a replica made by a machine - for half a minute, this tall and silent man just watched quietly, without saying a word, his face covered with bandages. Like a stone.

It wasn’t until his partner’s voice came from the side: “Hi—No. 32, what’s wrong with you?”

The tall man just woke up from a dream, and he blinked. , withdrew his gaze from the promotional poster of the Demon Shadow drama, and looked around in confusion, as if he couldn't figure out for a moment whether he was in reality or a dream, or why he was here, but he soon realized, He said in a sullen voice: "It's okay."

"You always say so little," the dark-skinned man shook his head, "You must have been stunned - to be honest, I was shocked at first sight. I'm stunned, what a beautiful painting! I couldn't see anything like this in the countryside before..." As he spoke, the crowd around him was already surging, and it seemed that it was finally time for the auditorium to open. No. 32 heard a whistle coming from the direction of the gate not far away - it must be the copper whistle that the construction captain hangs around his neck every day. Its sharp and loud sound is familiar to everyone here.

My partner pushed him again: "Hurry up and catch up. If you miss it, you won't get a good position! I heard the mechanic who delivered supplies last time said that the Demon Shadow drama is a Such a rare thing, not even found in the southCan be seen in several cities! "

Ah, rare things - there are so many rare things in this era.

No. 32 did not speak. He had been pushed by his partner into the crowd. Then he followed the flow of people into the auditorium, and many people squeezed in. This place usually used for morning meetings and classes was quickly filled with people, and the wooden platform at the front of the lobby was already filled with more people than usual. A large magic device was produced.

It looks like a magic network terminal, but it is much larger and more complex than the magic network terminal used for communication in the camp. It has a large triangular base. On the seat, there were several projection crystals of different sizes forming a crystal array. The light above the array was obviously ready.

No. 32 sat down and sat with the others. Under the wooden platform, his partner was chattering excitedly beside him. He expressed his opinion before the start of the magic shadow play: they finally occupied a slightly forward position, which made him seem to be in a good mood, and he was not the only one who was excited. One, and the whole auditorium became noisy.

Then, the mechanical bell set up in the auditorium rang rapidly and sharply, and the complex and huge magical machine on the wooden platform began to operate. With a magic projection large enough to cover the entire platform and a burst of low and solemn music, this noisy place finally gradually quieted down.

Before, I was busy publishing various articles. People who had various opinions and made various guesses were quickly attracted by what appeared in front of them——

At first, when the projection and sound first appeared, some people thought it was just some kind of A special magic network broadcast, but when a story that seemed to have happened suddenly burst into view, everyone's minds were firmly attracted by what was projected.

It was a breathtaking scene. The story is about a disaster, a massacre, a brave knight, a group of victims who fell like grass, a group of brave fighting people, and a noble and tragic sacrifice - the people in the auditorium held their breath, Everyone restrained their voices, but slowly, very soft voices came from every corner.

This is not a traditional drama that nobles watch. It has removed the exaggeration and obscurity of traditional dramas, and left out those long and short poems and empty and useless heroic confessions that require more than ten years of grammar accumulation to understand. It only has straightforward narrative stories, making everything feel like the narration of those who have experienced it. It is easy to understand, and this straightforwardness and simplicity made people in the hall quickly understand the content of the play, and quickly realized that this was exactly the disaster they had experienced - recorded from another perspective

“Ah, that windmill! "The partner sitting next to him suddenly couldn't help shouting in a low voice. This man who was born and raised in the Holy Spirit Plain looked directly at the projection on the stage and repeated over and over again, "The windmill of Cabre...that is The windmill in Cabre...my nephew’s family lives there..."

Someone else whispered nearby: "That's Solinburg, right? I know the city wall over there..."

"This...this is someone who recorded everything that happened at that time." Oh my God, how did they do it..."

"Definitely not, didn't I say it, this is a drama - the drama is fake, I know that, those are the actors and the scenery ..."

"But they look too real, they look just like the real thing!"

"Yes, they look too real..."

In front of everyone, many familiar things appeared, and then those familiar things disappeared one by one. Soon, the people in the hall became quiet again, and became quieter than before.

No. 32 sat among these quiet people like a silent sculpture, watching the irreversible disaster develop step by step in the magical image, watching the fallen land The last knight embarks on his final journey.

He watched all this quietly.

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

However, no one moved, and No. 32 sat in silence like everyone else.

It wasn’t until the words “End of Story” appeared on the projection, until the list of producers and a low and melodious ending song appeared at the same time, that the dark-skinned partner sitting next to him suddenly took a deep breath. As if to calm down, he then noticed No. 32 who was still staring at the projection screen. He forced out a smile and pushed the other person's arm: "No. 32, you are still watching - it's over."

"Ah...yeah...it's over..."

"Seeing as you usually don't talk, I didn't expect you would be attracted to this thing," the dark-skinned partner smiled. He said, but he smiled and lowered his eyes, "Indeed, it is indeed attractive... Is this the 'drama' that the noble gentlemen in the past watched... It is indeed extraordinary, extraordinary..."

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

Thirty-two No. did not speak. He looked at the stage. The projection there was not extinguished by the end of the "drama". The subtitles were still scrolling upwards and had now reached the end. After the final list, there were lines of huge words. Suddenly appeared, attracting the attention of many people again.

“This play is dedicated to every victim in the war, to every brave soldier and commander, to those who lost their loved ones, and to those who survived.

“To this land we love so much, to the people who restored it.

"Dedicated to——Belke Laurent."

The magic projection above the wooden platform finally gradually dissipated. After a while, a ringing sound came fromcame from the direction of the hall exit.

People stood up and left one by one, but there was one person who stayed where he was, sitting there quietly as if he had not heard the bell.

"Number 32?" The dark-skinned man pushed his partner's arm and whispered with a hint of concern, "Number 32! It's time to go, the bell is ringing."< /p>

However, the tall man, who covered his body with crystal cluster scars with bandages, just sat motionless, speechless for a long time as if his soul was out of his body. He seemed to still be immersed in the story that had ended. , until his partner pushed him several times in a row, and he said "Ah" as if he was awakened from a dream.

"You're not stunned, are you?" The partner looked over in confusion, "This is not like your usual appearance."

"I..." No. 32 He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

The partner looked back at the extinguished projection device. The dark-skinned man pursed his lips and muttered in a low voice two seconds later: "But I'm not any better than you... ...The things in there look real... No. 32, do you think that story is true?”

No. 32 finally stood up slowly and spoke in a low voice. The voice said: "We are rebuilding this place, at least this is true."

The partner glanced at him a little surprised, as if he did not expect that the other party would take the initiative to express such positive thoughts, and then the dark-skinned man glanced at him. The man grinned and smiled: "That's right, this is the place where our ancestors have lived for generations."

"I gave myself a name." No. 32 said suddenly.

"Ah?" His partner felt a little unable to keep up with No. 32's thoughts, but he soon realized, "Ah, that's great! You finally plan to give yourself a name—— Although I'm quite used to calling you No. 32... By the way, what name did you give yourself?"

No. 32 was silent for a few seconds and uttered a few words: "Just call it? "Sam."

The partner was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't laugh or cry: "You thought about such a name for a long time - luckily you are still literate, do you know how many Sams there are in this camp alone? ?"

"I think this is a good name."

"But the soil is terrible. There is a saying, the lord's cornrows are lined up, and there are forty Sams. Busy inside - those who farm are called Sam, those who dig are called Sam, those who feed horses and chop wood are also called Sam, and those who work on the ground are all Sam!"

No. 32! Suddenly smiled.

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

He said with a somewhat happy tone: "So, this name is pretty good."

"Then do whatever you want," his partner shrugged helplessly, "Anyway, we We have to go - everyone is almost gone."

Beside the exit of the hall, a man in uniform was standing there., urging the last few people in the hall who had not left with his eyes.

No. 32 nodded, followed his partner, straightened his chest like a newly recovered soldier, and walked towards the exit of the hall.

At the exit, there is also a large "poster" of "Beacon Fire" hanging. The young knight holding a sword stands bravely on the ground with a burning gaze.

Although the "actor" in the "Shadow" drama is 60-70% similar to this young man, after all, the one on the "poster" is what he remembers.

He walked past the poster, paused slightly, and whispered softly that no one could hear:

"Goodbye, son."