【Jie Mai】Rose and Sword

"Lawyer lost. After the day I talked to you in the Red Chapel." Neb pulled off his hood, revealing his silver hair tied into a ponytail.

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"That coward? Didn't he get lost before I talked to you?" Jack put away his sharp claws, rested his chin with one hand, and tapped lightly on his knee with the other hand, as if he had a premonition of something .

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"If only it were that simple." Naib scratched his hair irritably, a few strands of hair curled up, "He disappeared from the manor."

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"Is it the disappearance that I understand?" Jack's expression became more serious. He really hasn't met that coward for a while.

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Naib nodded: "Not only him, but also several survivors disappeared one after another. The condition for disappearing... Judging from the current information - is to lose a hundred games."

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Jack straightened up slowly, but said something that seemed to have nothing to do with it: "That's why you asked me to let them go?"

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"I……"

"You're so gentle, you." Jack smiled, and continued, "Then I think the successive disappearances must have caused more serious consequences, right?"

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"Yes." Naib took a deep breath and said slowly, "Someone committed suicide, just last night."

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"Unexpectedly." Seeing Naibu looking up at him, Jack's expression remained unchanged, "This is the most basic reaction of the human heart. When there is only despair ahead of them, most people will give up struggling. He is the first One, but certainly not the last."

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"I know." Naibu rubbed the space between his brows, "but I don't know what to do..."

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"Neb, why do you care about them? They will only drag you down, won't they?" Jack's smile at this time is like a demon that induces people to fall.

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"But……"

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Suddenly, Jack's smile widened, and his deep laughter moved people's hearts: "I'm just kidding. Since you want to save them, you must give them a hope. Even if this hope is fictional."

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"Hope?" Nebu's eyes lit up, "For example, let them know what to do to end this, right?"

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"Hmm~" Jack snapped his fingers appreciatively.

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"But... I don't know what to do." Nabu's eyebrows did not loosen, but frowned even tighter.

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Jack stood up from the stool, walked in front of Nebu, put his hands on Nabu's shoulders, knelt down on one knee, leaned into his ear and said, "Fictional...that's okay too."

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Neb pushed Jack away with his hand, and leaned back in the chair: "Speak well." What is this guy crazy today? "How to fabricate this hope?"

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"Hmm..." Jack thought for a while, "Since you will be eliminated after a hundred failures, can it be inferred that you can leave after a hundred successes?"

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After the words fell, an alarm sounded, and the gate of the manor was powered on.Jack's smile did not diminish, but he said to Neb: "Congratulations, you can finally leave the manor through the gate this time."

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"Don't make trouble." Nebu glared at him, didn't answer his words, but went on to say, "There is indeed some credibility in saying this, but... there is no evidence."

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"I heard that survivors are required to keep a diary every day?" Jack blinked.

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"Yes." Nabu suddenly realized, "You want to..." He finally smiled.

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Seeing that Naibu had understood, Jack stood up straight, and stretched out his hand to Naibu: "Then, let me send you away, Your Highness the Elf who strayed into the mortal world." There was actually no hint of a joke in his tone.

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But Neb obviously thought it was a joke, he rolled his eyes, opened Jack's hand, and stood up by himself: "Don't make trouble." After a pause, he continued, "I can find my way."

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"Okay then." Jack didn't force it, but there was a faint smile in his eyes, "It will be faster to find it by the outer wall, so I won't give it away."

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"Yeah." Nebra raised his hood and walked out.

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When he got to the gate, Naibu pressed his beating heart, turned his head and took a look in the mist behind him, raised his eyebrows, and then walked straight into the gate.

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At this time, Jack, who was hidden in the mist, slowly put on the inner mask, glanced at his body that was slowly fading, and hummed softly. Totally lost."

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When Jack returned to the supervisor's place, the pain of bone fragmentation spread from his left hand to his whole body little by little-it was the punishment for losing the game!

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"Hiss—" Even Jack couldn't help taking a breath, and he suddenly understood why the losers' faces collapsed.Tsk, my hand is going to be useless.

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The first thing Naib did when he returned to the manor was to rummage through the boxes and cabinets. In the end, he found a blank diary with yellowed paper in a corner. It was luck.

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He didn't meet Jack in the next few games. Although he knew that he couldn't make a reservation, he couldn't help but feel anxious.

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In fact, this was also due to the atmosphere in the manor. Although the situation was temporarily stabilized that day, the scene was still deeply imprinted on everyone's heart, and the atmosphere became more and more heavy. The second person who did that thing, It might not be far away.

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Finally, the survivor this time was Jack. When Jack came to the long table, bowed gentlemanly, and blinked at him with the only exposed eye, a feeling of relief filled Nebu's heart.

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Jack and Neb met again in the basement, and Neb handed the diary he brought to Jack: "Please."

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"Don't worry, I will do it well." Jack chuckled, "Just... there is one problem."

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"Ok?"

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"Why did you come to me?" Jack asked, "As far as I know, there are still a few survivors who can communicate with each other, right?"

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Nebu was stunned for a moment, he suddenly realized that his trust in his teammates was far inferior to the enemy in front of him.After a while, I said, "Well...in this manor, you are probably the only person I can trust."

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"It's not belief, it's trust." Naibu added softly.

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Jack heard it anyway, he raised his lips and showed a sincere smile: "I will live up to my trust."

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In this game, under Jack's deliberate release, all the survivors escaped successfully. With several victories, the atmosphere in the manor finally became a little more relaxed.

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Sitting at the table, Neb sighed long, and couldn't help but think about Jack, hoping...he could do everything well.Eyelids half down, he was really bothering him a little too much.

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At this time Jack was also sitting in front of his desk. In front of him was an open diary filled with beautiful cursive characters, chic and elegant.

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Next to the diary was a piece of delicate white paper with a gold-plated border and a bright red rose printed on the lower left corner. Jack pressed his hand, and the pain of bone shattering was always there, and there was The soreness of writing an entire diary.

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Jack put down the pen in his hand and let his hand rest for a long time. He found another pen that he had cherished for a long time, hummed a song and wrote a line on the white paper. The flower body on it is even more beautiful.

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Carefully sandwiching that piece of paper into that diary, his smile is a bit malicious now, but there is a secret anxiety and tension in his eyes.

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Jack allowed himself to ignore those feelings, ah, what to do?He couldn't wait to see the expression of the usually indifferent mercenary after seeing this piece of paper.

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Finally, Neb and Jack entered the game together again. The basement dedicated to the supervisor seemed to have become a secret base for the two of them. Jack handed the diary to Neb.

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"Thank you." Naibu picked up the diary and flipped through it briefly. When he saw the cursive characters written in it, his heart was shocked, "I really... I'm sorry to trouble you."

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Jack smiled disapprovingly: "It's just a small thing, I once wrote a longer one."

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Neb was a little surprised, and glanced at Jack: "What to write?" Homicide research report?

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"Some art studies, just historical arguments." Jack saw the difference in Neb, smiled softly, and answered him calmly.

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"Ah, oh." Only then did Naibu realize that this guy is an out-and-out nobleman.

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"Naibu, take the diary back and take a closer look. I'm careful that I might use some language inappropriately. After all, I don't know much about your lives." Jack added, but there was a prank in his eyes that was about to succeed. smile.

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"Ah."

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Jack's words suddenly turned a corner, "Well... there is one thing that I have always been puzzled about, so, with all due respect, Nebu, you... are probably still a long way from the age when mercenaries can really retire? "

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Neb was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Jack to ask this question, although he didn't understand why he suddenly wanted to explore his past, but he still replied: "It's a little distance." In fact, there is still a long distance.

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"So... can I ask the reason?" Jack looked at Nebu seriously. After all, after Nebu read the letter, it would be impossible for him to talk calmly with him like now.

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"I don't want to stay on the battlefield anymore." Nebu replied softly.

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Jack didn't interrupt, and waited quietly for the next article. He was sure that if it was fear, the other party would not have come here.

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The air was quiet for a while, and Naib continued: "There are too many...the cruelty that can be seen on the battlefield is too much. I am not afraid of blood, I am not afraid of danger, but...I can't bear to hurt innocent children, Weak women.

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"Probably in order to leave the last conscience in my heart, I chose to retire."

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"It can't be so easy, can it?" Jack said with some caution.

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"Well, it's not too troublesome. I exchanged all my military achievements and the status I can get for...freedom." Naibu replied, his eyes drifted a little, as if he remembered something.

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"It's just that even though I'm retired, I still miss the excitement that made my blood boil on the battlefield." Nebu returned his gaze to Jack, "Of course, I also know that they won't let me go easily. Coincidentally, , I received that letter at this time. So I came here, it seems that I have nowhere to go. "

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"So, I always thought you were a very gentle person, Neb." Jack smiled, his amber eyes were full of Neb's figure, "There is no need to laugh at yourself, you are infinitely better than them."

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Accompanied by a shrill siren from Jack's voice, Jack frowned, suddenly he didn't want to let those people go.

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But he still maintained his superficial gentlemanly demeanor, and continued to smile at Naibu: "I wish you well, Naibu. I won't see you off."

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"Thank you." Nabu nodded, turned and left.

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Looking at Nebu's back, Jack hummed a melodious tune, which was different from any tune he had hummed before.

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This is "Theseus," the oldest love song in Jack's native land.

The author has something to say:

Theseus is my fiction, don't go to research...