Cold weapons are a man's romance

"Roman, are you going to give up swordsmanship?"

Roman was a little confused when he asked him such a question. "I didn't say that, how did your brain circuit turn to this?"

"If you concentrate on other work, you won't have time to practice swordsmanship? Are you going to give up?"

"Can't you have hobbies if you have your own job..."

August took a step closer: "Then will you continue to study fencing? Will you continue to participate in competitions? Don't tell me you're just playing around!"

"Why are you so excited, your saliva is spraying on my face..." Roman wiped his face.

"I regard you as my greatest opponent, my lifelong enemy! Why do you think I dressed up like this? I finally admitted that you defeated me this time, but you want to leave so easily? You want to leave before I defeat you?"

August grabbed Roman by the collar and glared at him viciously. (His stare would have been more menacing if he hadn't had to tiptoe to meet Roman's eye level.)

"Don't give up swordsmanship, Roman! Don't fucking ask me 'why', because Augustus ordered you not to give up!" He roared at the top of his voice.

--do not give up.

—Don't put down the sword.do not leave.

Romain dropped his sword once.That time, no one kept him.Either they knew that his health condition was not optimistic, so they had to send him away with regret; or they ignorantly mocked him, but they didn't want him to return to the game to regain his former glory.

If someone had said "don't leave" to him at that time, how would his life have changed?He dare not imagine.Everything in the past has become an established fact, and there is no room for assumptions.

He thought that he would never hear anyone keep him in his life.

It wasn't until he retired, until he started a new life, until he found a new focus, that someone finally said that.

From his friend, who is also a competitor.Let him not give up the sword, let him not leave the field, let him continue to fight.It's a little too aggressive, but Roman doesn't hate it.

He also wanted to keep fighting.

Roman brushed away August's hand and smoothed the wrinkles on his collar. "Hey, don't forget that you are my maid today! You order me? Rebellion?"

Only now did August remember his character design today. "Then I'll say it again tomorrow!"

Roman couldn't help laughing. "Being my competitor, you are still very early. You only want to beat me with one move. It's just a dream. You have no right to pick and choose from me today. It's only for me to order you. Listen to me Alright, August, take my sword and follow me downstairs to practice, but Skyrim is not allowed."

"why?"

"It's good to study Skyrim Zhan thoroughly, but if you don't step out of your safe zone and challenge new things, you will never improve. Even if it's just for one day, you have to learn other moves. You once told me But you can’t do what some people can do, but you can do what everyone can’t do. Now, you can do what the old you couldn’t do.”

Augustus looked at him fixedly, his expression was very moved.

"Then... then can I change my clothes before going?" he asked.

***

That night, Cesar finished his day's work, lay on the bed and turned on his mobile phone, while browsing the latest news, accumulating combat power and preparing to face the unexpected sunspots at any time.A newly posted photo by a Jiguang member caught his attention.The background of the photo is a street near the club. A young man dressed as a woman is holding the arm of a tall Asian young man affectionately. The text below the photo reads: "Rome fell, and the subjugated emperor turned into a maid! Is this a historical event? Sorrow or loss of humanity?"

In the list of likes, Lindsay, Lawrence and Lucinda are impressively listed.

Although the member thoughtfully coded the two parties in the photo, Cesar could recognize their identities only by their figures.

"Little bastard, how dare you... how dare you hold his hand! I have never held his hand like this before!"

Hearing a "click", Cesar crushed the phone screen violently.

"I'll make you Captain Hook tomorrow, August!!!"

***

Ever since Roman met August for the first time, he felt that this kid was very arrogant and secondary.Compared with the general whimsical peers, August is more commendable in that he has perfectly integrated into the settings he made up, and he doesn't even feel any sense of shame.There may be some kind of isolation shield between the world he lives in and the real world, so that he cannot perceive the abnormalities between himself and others.

Now, however, Roman could no longer laugh at August.

What right does a person who holds a sword with the Lord of the Rings inscription laugh at a person who claims to be a Roman emperor?

Roman still remembers Humphrey calling to tell him what he was doing when the collectible sword was forged—he was laughing at August because during the competition at the Aurora Club that day, August Te lost to him again. "I think the emperor should abdicate and implement a democratic republic." Roman said ruthlessly.After getting along with Cesar for a long time, he has unconsciously acquired the habit of coaching.Cesare had the same attitude towards Alex.

Then his cell phone rang.August was granted a moment of respite, as if he had been pardoned.He flattened himself on the floor like a starfish washed up on the beach and sunbathed.Countless people passing by scolded him for being in the way, but he refused to get up.

"Roman? It's me, Humphrey. Your second sword is ready, when will you be free to pick it up?"

"I'm in the Aurora Club now, and I'll go there when the course is over!" Roman suppressed his excitement.If Cesar hadn't been leaning on a sword and watching him solemnly, like a dean who is alert to students skipping classes, he would have slipped away quietly now.

"Oh! So you are training! Then don't worry, I will be in the store all day today, you can come anytime. Learn swords from Cesar, boy, most people don't have the chance to take his class, Don't waste your time with him." Humphrey was very reasonable.

"Thank you so much! Can I go there later?"

"When I say 'anytime', I mean before six in the afternoon."

Roman: "..."

In the end, he made an agreement with the strong shopkeeper that he must arrive before the "whale bone" closed.He couldn't concentrate at all for the rest of the training time, thinking about his sword all the time.As a result, August won him a rare victory, and he won quite beautifully, directly knocking his sword away.

Cesar couldn't stand it anymore, and agreed that he would leave get out of class early, but he would make up for the missing time next time.Roman cheered and ran out of the training room dancing.Ever since he graduated from elementary school, he has never been so excited by the word "leaving get out of class".

Roman was so preoccupied with his sword as he left Aurora, oblivious to the fact that a man in a black hoodie was watching him eagerly from behind a shop window next to the clubhouse, surreptitiously jotted down his license plate number, and then Calmly followed.

***

It was dusk when we reached the whalebone.Roman felt very sorry for keeping Humphrey waiting.Humphrey didn't blame him for being late.

"Wait here for a moment, I'll go upstairs to get your sword." Humphrey lifted the curtain at the back of the store and went upstairs with a bang.Roman leaned on the counter boredly and looked at the goods in the store.The shop was empty, and it was not known whether Humphrey could support his family on the proceeds of the shop.Perhaps he has other sources of income.

Just at this time, the store door opened.Another guest came to visit at the closed hour.

The guest was tall and tall, and the little Fang Xihui on the floor at the door was almost completely covered by him.He was wearing a sleeveless black T-shirt, frayed white jeans, and leather boots; his thick black hair and the blue-gray stubble on his chin perfectly modified his somewhat square and wide face, making him look Like a bohemian street artist.

After he entered the door, he didn't call out to the boss, and he didn't pay attention to the only guest other than him, but just admired the many antiques on the shelves.Now he picked up the wind-up clock, and now he became interested in the brass telescope.But his attention never lasts too long on something, he just looks at it casually.

As he slowly approached the counter, Roman finally got a full view of his face.It was a young but weather-beaten face. The deep eyes were full of wildness, but they were too stern. They both attracted people's attention and kept people away thousands of miles away.

The most important thing is - Roman thinks this person looks familiar.

Is it someone from the former fencing circle?reporter?referee?Narrator?Club amateur?Nothing seems right.Roman should have seen him not so long ago.Moreover, this man not only looks familiar, but also resembles another Roman acquaintance.

The man picked up an Indian-style scepter decorated with colorful feathers, weighed it in his hand, and swung two sword flowers like swinging a sword. Then he lost interest in it and let it go back to the shelf to eat ashes .

An inadvertent little action successfully awakened a sleeping memory in Roman's brain.

He recognized this movement of swinging the sword.Because it is so personal, it is impossible for any discerning person to forget it.

Roman finally remembered who the man was.

Edward Blackson, the grandson of Mr. Blackson Sr., the owner of the Aurora Club, once recorded a teaching video of fighting with Cesar.In the video, both he and Cesar were still young teenagers. In a blink of an eye, Cesar became a mature and charming man, and Edward Blackson also grew up, with a face even more resembling his grandfather.

—Wait, isn't Edward Blackson already... dead?Who is this man?What the hell?

Edward passed by the counter, ignored the dumbfounded Roman, and walked to the shelf on the other side of the store.

Roman rubbed his eyes vigorously to make sure that he was not old and dim.This person is definitely Edward, otherwise Roman would be willing to eat ten parry daggers.Why did he ignore himself?Can ghosts see the living?

Humphrey emerged from the private room behind the shop, holding a long object wrapped in red cloth.He turned a blind eye to Edward Blackson who was wandering around in the store, unwrapped the red cloth with a smile on his face, and carefully took out a long sword wrapped in a black leather scabbard.

"Before then, Humphrey, don't you think..." Roman desperately winked at the strong man, hoping that he would notice an unusual supernatural phenomenon in the store.

"Are your eyes uncomfortable?"

"No!" Roman's expression twisted, but he had to keep his voice down as much as possible.He whispered to Humphrey, "That man over there, can you see him?"

Humphrey glanced at Edward, who was admiring an African tribal mask. "What? You want to ask him out? Well, although it's exciting to taste the forbidden fruit, I advise you not to take the risk. Cesar is terrified when angry."

"You can see him!" Roman decided to ask why Cesar was angry with him later.

"Shouldn't I see it?"

"No! Humphrey, do you know that he should have..."

Before the word "dead" could be said, the man who "should have died" silently moved behind Roman and asked in a deep voice, "Are you talking about me?"

"Hey!" Roman hugged his big baby and leaned closer to Humphrey, "You, don't come here, we have something to talk about, if you have any unfulfilled wishes, I will fulfill them for you, please don't hurt Humphrey. us……"

The man raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean?"

Roman swallowed his saliva: "Aren't you already dead?"

"Someone should teach you how to write 'polite', boy."

The man took a step closer, lowered his head and fixedly stared at Roman. Those hawk-like eyes, which were exactly the same as those of Mr. Blackson, wandered around Roman's body, as if he was considering which part of him was the most vulnerable and easy to attack.

"Wait, I know you," the man said. "You're the fencing guy, aren't you?"

Roman had never felt so hopeless about his own little fame.

"Who told you I was dead?" The man grinned like a wolf, showing his sharp canine teeth. "Is that Cesar? He told you I was dead? Is he just looking forward to my death?"

Roman thought carefully about the conversation he had with Cesar that day.

"Don't mention the name Edward Blackson casually in the club from now on."

"Mr. Blackson's grandson. Just because he is, you better not mention it. Mr. Blackson will be sad."

Cesar never said a word that Edward Blackson was dead, and it was Roman who selfishly misunderstood him, thinking that the young man in the video had died young.Thinking about it now, there may be other reasons that make the name "Edward Blackson" a taboo in the Aurora Club, such as feuds between grandparents and grandchildren.Old-fashioned gentlemen in England often kicked unflattering heirs out of their wills and pretended they never had such offspring.Maybe the same goes for the Blackson grandchildren.

Of course, everything is Roman's wild speculation. Before getting definite evidence, let's sweep this bizarre guess into the trash can of memory.Roman will not make the same mistake a second time.

"I'm sorry, I made a mistake..." Roman squeezed out a smile, "It's none of Cesar's business. He didn't say you were dead, but I misunderstood. I can't say how happy I am to see you safe and sound."

A sneer curled up on Edward Blackson's razor-sharp lips. "Don't say good things for him, don't I know how much he hates me?"