"Baggins...I...I really regret it..." In the evening, in a small room in a gangster settlement, after drinking a glass of bad wine with a gloomy expression, the fat uncle with a red face hugged "Little Baggins" around his neck and said with tears streaming down his face: "If you hadn't saved me back then, maybe you would have suffered less injuries, you would have drank less after being laid off, and your family wouldn't be what it is now... Wuwuwu...I...I really tried my best to raise money for you. Not only the house and my wife's jewelry, but also the reserved quota that was not abolished by the military, but in the end I didn't even get a tenth of it. Can't make it. I...it's not that I don't want to give you money, really not! I worked really hard and even went to the relief bureau to kowtow to people... But your wife's illness is really hopeless. If I gave you all the money and asked you to throw it in, not only would your son have no one to support him, but you would probably have to pay for it. Starved to death, and so did my wife... I...I'm sorry for my wife, I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry for your wife, I'm sorry for your son, I'm sorry for your family! I...I have never been sorry to anyone in my life! " "..." "I'm sorry... Owen drank too much and mistook you for Old Baggins, making you laugh..."
Amid the incoherent wails of the drunken fat uncle, a gentle-looking woman wiped the tears from her eyes and said to "Little Baggins" with a slightly pleading expression: "I know I'm not suitable to say this...but...but can you please not blame your Uncle Owen? He really tried his best...can you?" "Um……" Looking at the woman in front of him who was probably less than forty years old but looked very old, Leon couldn't help but nodded and hummed vaguely. After learning about the past of these two families through the fat uncle's drunken and fragmented narration, even though he did not experience it like the real little Baggins, his heart still felt a little stuffy, as if something was blocked, and his breathing was difficult. It was inexplicably difficult, and I suddenly wanted to go out for some fresh air. "Little Baggins..." Looking at Lyon, who was slightly lowered and silent, the gentle woman sighed, and then said: "Although you haven't drank, it's already a little late. Your home is still on the other side of the valley. Why don't you leave today and sleep in Owen's room first?" "No." After shaking his head to reject the woman's kindness, Leon said softly: "Aunt Fanny, my house hasn't been tidied up yet, and... I want to go out for some fresh air." "Okay...then tie your clothes and don't catch a cold." "Um." After opening the door and leaving amid the woman's gentle warning, Leon walked quickly along the dark dirt road towards the other end of the valley. … As an undercover mission, this investigation was quite a failure. Apart from being a qualified listener and listening to the fat uncle talk about a lot of past events, I didn't get much information about the high-ranking members of the chaotic party, and I didn't even know where my residence was. But...it doesn't seem to be all without gain. At least I was sure that most of these chaotic parties were not careerists chasing power, but just ordinary people who wanted to live a stable life.
After finding a slightly higher seat and sitting down, Leon observed the distribution of buildings in the entire valley in the night wind and seriously thought about what to do. If you only look at your identity as a liquidator of the Cleanup Bureau, you have already found the gathering place of the chaos, figured out the identity of the leader of the chaos, and initially established a firm foothold. Next, as long as you show your "abnormality" and join the gangsters who possess abnormal objects, you can complete the mission, help the princess regain her identity, and completely annihilate this organization. But in addition to the eight or nine abnormal object holders, there are still a thousand people in the entire gang. In addition to those family members, many people even have wanted names and bounties on them. They relied on the leader's strange "door ability" to take refuge in this valley. If they returned to the royal capital, they would be arrested and thrown into prison immediately, and their families would lose the ability to maintain their lives again. Although all this seems to have nothing to do with him, as long as he controls those abnormal object holders, the rest is no longer his scope of work, but... Looking at the coat that the gentle woman put on her body in front of the door, and looking at the tear stains on the front of the front where the fat uncle had cried bitterly, Leon couldn't help but sigh deeply. Replacing someone else's identity... doesn't seem to be an easy task... "Little Baggins?" When Leon let out a long sigh, the middle-aged man with gray hair silently walked out of the nearby shadows, frowned and asked: "Why are you here?" Are you finally willing to come out? This person is really wary... Leon, who had already discovered his existence and came to contact him deliberately, had already equipped himself with a performer's badge in advance. He trembled after hearing the inquiry, turned around pretending to be surprised, and said with astonishment in his eyes: "Master Chief? Why are you here?" "This is not far from where I live. I can't sleep and go out for a walk." Not caring about Leon's rhetorical question, the middle-aged man answered the question first, then said with twinkling eyes: "What about you? Why don't you go home so late?" "go home……" Leon was silent for a moment after hearing this, then shook his head and whispered: "Where do I still have a home?" ? ? ? After hearing what "Little Baggins" said, the middle-aged man couldn't help but frown, raised his hand and pointed to an unlit cabin in the distance: "Little Baggins, what are you talking about? Isn't that your home?" Oh, it turns out that is "my" home. Looking at the hut with a lonely expression, and after writing down the specific location, Leon shook his head indifferently, and said in a very soft and confident voice: "That's not my home, it's just the house I live in." "..." He didn't know that he had been caught. After hearing "Little Baggins"'s answer, the middle-aged man's heart couldn't help but tremble slightly, and he felt an empty pain.
For little Baggins, it is no longer his home... and the current kingdom is no longer his own kingdom... No matter how much changes and efforts you make, what should happen has actually happened. No matter where you go after the kingdom of this world, no matter whether the result is good or bad, it no longer has anything to do with you. His family is long gone, and his regrets are destined to be irreparable. So for him who no longer has a "home", is this kingdom just an empty house? "Right……" After being punched with seventy or eighty bloody holes in his heart by Leon's words, "That's not home," the middle-aged man couldn't help but sit down next to him, blowing the night wind in silence. … After a while, the "homeless boy" took the lead in breaking the silence, looking at the lights in the valley, and asked quietly: "Master Chief...can we really change this country in the end so that the tragedy that everyone has suffered will never happen again?" "..." "OK." Although he didn't quite believe this sentence, the middle-aged man who still needed the existence of the chaos still nodded and said seriously: "This country is hopeless. As long as we continue to work hard, sooner or later we will be able to sweep it into the garbage heap, and then on the ruins..." "Lord Chief." After interrupting the middle-aged man rudely, Leon said in a confused voice: "After you confirmed that I had no qualifications, I thought about it seriously and wanted to know what I could do to change the kingdom without that magical ability. But I find that I can’t seem to do anything, and even we, led by you, can’t do anything. " In the middle-aged man's somewhat shocked look, "Little Baggins" spoke slowly and authentically: "Although I don't read much, but looking at the situation in the upper and lower houses, I feel that the politics spoken by those big shots are actually to make more people believe in you, agree with your judgment, and be willing to listen to you, and then gather enough people to change The power of the status quo. But what we have done over the years is to constantly make enemies everywhere... The nobles hate us, the chamber of commerce is afraid of us, the royal family arrests us, and even ordinary people are alienating us. Only when we are driven to despair by pain will we Be the last resort. Chief, do you really think this can change this country? Also, even if you succeed in the end, how can you guarantee that what appears on the ruins is the future you described, and not another new kingdom that was destined to decay from its birth? " "..." After listening to these questions that pierced his heart, the middle-aged man couldn't help but stand up, looked at the "little Baggins" in front of him in surprise, and asked with vigilant eyes: "Who taught you this? Or...are you not little Baggins?" "?" "Master Chief? What are you talking about?" After hearing his words, "Little Baggins" couldn't help but raise his head in shock and said with a confused look on his face: "Who am I if I'm not Little Baggins? And these words are not taught by others, they are all my own thoughts." When he said this, Leon sighed deeply and briefly talked about the past he heard at the fat uncle's house. Then he looked at the middle-aged man with "confused eyes" and said with a longing look on his face:
"By the way, Mr. Leader, if you can be our leader, you will naturally know the most among us. I have something else to ask you. Uncle Owen and... and my father, it was not wrong for them to fight for the country, and the kingdom also gave them a very generous pension. Will this be the case? My mother is going to die in the hospital, my father is going to become a rotten person, I am going to live the same life of being beaten every day, and Uncle Owen, who has tried his best to help our family, will feel guilty for the rest of his life... Can you Can't you tell me why? Also, under your leadership, in addition to destroying everything, we don't even dare to show our heads. We can only stay in this small valley. Do we really have the ability to change all this? " "..." … Little Baggins should be real... right? After answering a few words incoherently, he hurriedly escaped from the high mountain rocks. His suspicions were dispelled by a series of soul questions, but his brain was also shut down. He walked blankly towards his residence in the night. Went back. Why should I go out and talk to him? Wouldn't it be better to just leave? What is he asking? Why can't I answer any of them? Also, just after a test, I found that I didn't have an abnormal talent, but little Baggins could think of so many things? I had experienced so much in my previous life, but why can't I figure anything out? Is the gap between people really that big? With a belly full of messy questions, the middle-aged man staggered to the outside of his residence and was about to push the door in, but suddenly his expression froze and he looked at the big tree next to him. "Who's there?" "Chief, it's me..." Under the cold gaze of the middle-aged man, a bloated man with red cheeks and full of alcohol came out from behind the tree and smiled at him a little embarrassedly. Old Owen? After frowning slightly, the middle-aged man let down his guard a little and asked in confusion: "You didn't rest so late to come to me, is there something important?" "Actually... it's nothing important... I just want you to use that watch to measure little Baggins again." After taking out a hair picked up from the wine table and handing it to the middle-aged man with both hands, the fat uncle, who had sobered up a lot, explained with a pleading look: "Chief, little Baggins carried a large barrel of oil by himself during the day, and he was very tired at the time. In addition, he was not only beaten in the past two days, but also had not slept much. Maybe The condition is a little worse, so it didn't meet your standard, just a little bit worse. The child didn't pass your test. He didn't talk much all day. He even took a few sips tonight, even though he hated others drinking the most. He was absent-minded all the time. I... I'm a little worried about his situation. Chief, if it's not too much trouble, can you help him test again? What if the child passes this time? " "..." So it's because of this, you really treat him as your own son... Looking at the hair in the fat uncle's hand, the middle-aged man couldn't help but shake his head helplessly. "Owen, this test is not the kind of physical test that will drop the index because of not sleeping well or just doing intense exercise... um..." When he said this, looking at the fat uncle's pleading eyes, the middle-aged man couldn't help but pause slightly, and then thought of those weird questions of little Baggins, and a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes. "Okay."
After pondering for a while, the middle-aged man nodded as if possessed by a ghost, took the black hair from the fat uncle's hand, and gently rubbed it on the outside of the watch. "Squeak~" Under the operation of the middle-aged man, the gears bit again, and the watch quickly opened its "mouth" to swallow the black hair, and once again "chewed" it vigorously. "Owen, although I am willing to test it again, you still shouldn't hold too high hopes." As the watch began to test, the middle-aged man gently reminded: "This thing tests not only the body, but also tends to test things at the spiritual and will levels, and little Baggins is indeed not up to standard in these aspects, so even if it is tested again, it will probably be..." "Da, da, da, da, da, da." Looking at the pointer that didn't even shake, and was directly turned to the right side and firmly stuck in six crisp collisions, and even vaguely continued to try to bend it to the right, the middle-aged man's eyes suddenly bulged and he took a breath of cold air. "Ah????????"