It must be something that transcends and overcomes all human nature, appearing like a dark demon.
"That's right! I'm the one who fell into hell and survived by consuming it!
It's not someone else, there is no one else, only... me! I alone... only I will appear on the other side of kindness and hatred!
I will personally complete the revenge on my father Faria and me—Ahahahahahahaha!"
.......
Inside the Chateau d'If, in Edmond's original dungeon, Favia's body was facing the wall.
At this moment, Abigail was holding the corner of his clothes in a daze, wanting to say something but unable to do so.
In fact, when Favia told Edmund that he was going to die, he had already told her in advance. It took the silver-haired young man a lot of effort to persuade her. But unfortunately, when the facts are really laid out in front of her, who can really remain calm?
"I'm leaving."
A little earlier, Favia whispered, "Looks like today is the day."
"Leaving? Are you leaving? Have you lifted the curse, brother?"
Abigail asked in astonishment.
"No, I'm dying."
"Don't joke, this will really scare Abby..."
Favia lowered his head and didn't look at her.
“........Really?” she asked.
"Well, I won't lie to you." Favia replied, "I can't control myself anymore... I have to die... After I die, Abi, please ask Edmund to think of dying in my place, otherwise he might really do something irrational..."
The blonde girl listened blankly, not knowing what to say, and stared at him blankly.
After a long time, I couldn't help asking: "He will be irrational? Then will I be very rational?"
Favia remained silent, turned his back and said nothing.
But Abhi couldn't help laughing.
"Brother, you will die." She whispered, "Whatever I have to do, I will do it, at all costs..."
She paused and asked, "Didn't you teach me this? This world shouldn't require someone to fight hard for someone to care about another person."
Favia didn't say anything, he pursed his lips and remained silent.
After that, neither of them spoke anymore and the silence lasted for a while. It wasn't so much that they had nothing to talk about, but rather that they were trying to see who would lose patience first.
Soon, in the sudden impulse, the blonde girl couldn't help but open her mouth and make a sound.
"Brother, you won't die—"
"Feel sorry."
The girl's words were interrupted by the young man's voice.
So gentle, yet so determined.
The resoluteness did not seem like that of the brother in the girl's impression who always responded to her with a smile, but there was no doubt that it was his words.
He said, "Abby, follow Edmund and leave here. This place is nothing but a cage that binds you."
The blonde girl was silent for a long time, then whispered, "Even if... it's a cage that binds me, it doesn't matter. As long as I have my brother here, it's enough."
"But I don't mind." He said, touching the girl's hair with his hand, "So, please keep smiling until the end."
Abigail paused for a moment, almost forgetting how to express herself, forgetting what she had just said and what response she had heard.
Time goes back to the present, in the long silence where the blonde girl is holding the corner of her clothes alone.
In front of the extremely uncomfortable girl, a silhouette that had already passed away leaned over.
It was as if he noticed her distress, so gently.
When Abigail saw Favia's face appear in her eyes, she couldn't help but kiss her cold lips.
"......I won't let you die, brother."
Then, something essential within the girl was shaken, and turned into something else.
"I will never allow it, even if it means I will become a bad kid."
Crack—there was a sound of something breaking.
To her, it was as if she saw the mist sprouting from her body somewhere in the world from a third party's perspective. Although it was not clear, it felt very real and unreal.
The purple mist quickly enveloped Favia, and the girl, whose skin color turned pale, only murmured weakly:
"Abi, I am also a 'Silver Spoon'."
The purple mist engulfed the consciousness, and in order to welcome the door of the past, it endured the tremendous pressure that came from nowhere.
At this moment, the girl, whose hair had turned white, could no longer keep her body steady, and her consciousness began to gradually decompose. When she could no longer bear it, she hugged Favia tightly, as if this would make her feel better.
An unknown amount of time had passed, but when the door finally appeared in front of the girl, she was trembling all over and sweating, but she held Favia in her arms without hesitation and walked towards the door step by step with difficulty.
"I must....."
Abigail staggered forward. It was only a few steps away, yet it seemed so far away.
"Open it for me, Abby!"
She shouted with all her might, and the slightly damaged door was opened as she remembered it in the past. Then the empty door enveloped Favia. At that moment, the door itself shook suddenly, and a golden light appeared on the tragic scratches.
Then, disappeared.
.......
The sea water was not very cold, but it made Favia suddenly hear the sound of the rising and falling tides, until he was unknowingly swept by the turbulent current and drifted to an unknown shore.
In Favia's dazed ears, there came the sound of waves and a familiar voice.
"Let me see what this is... Hey, you're not dead, Favia."
As in the past, the Almighty, standing outside Rome late at night, looked at the strange thing coming with the turbulent water, and stepped forward to take a look with some curiosity.
It turned out to be my good friend who had been missing for more than three years.
225: Under the Stars, Across the Ocean (4k5)
Favia opened her eyes and turned her gaze away stiffly.
This is a room that looks somewhat familiar.
If you look up slightly, you can see a large wooden desk in the center, with various drawing tools, manuscripts and books scattered on the desk. The manuscripts are densely covered with unique notes and sketches, some of which depict complex mechanical structures, and some are human anatomical diagrams.
At this moment, he felt the magic power that he had not felt for many years was flowing into his body. In other words, he could finally use magic now.
"You finally woke up."
The silver-haired young man looked towards the place where the sound came from, only to see Leonardo da Vinci, whom he had not seen for a long time, standing at the gate and observing him.
"It's Da Vinci. I didn't expect it to be you."
"What you said is really strange. What do you mean it's you?" Da Vinci frowned, but then sighed, "Forget it, are you comfortable sleeping?"
"Very good, your bed is very comfortable."
"Of course. After all, I am an omnipotent person. Although I am old, this kind of thing is still easy for me." Da Vinci nodded to himself, and then continued as if he suddenly realized something, "I just made this thing called coffee. I think it tastes good. How about you have a cup too?"
The coffee cup handed to me by Da Vinci exuded a fragrant aroma.
In fact, before the 15th century, coffee was monopolized by the Arab world for a long time. It was not until the 16th century that coffee was introduced to Europe through the trade of Venetian merchants and the Dutch. It was even once known as "black gold".
For Leonardo da Vinci, this new drink would naturally attract his attention.
"Thanks."
Favia took the cup and took a sip. The bitter liquid coated his tongue and then turned into a refreshing aroma, stimulating his nasal cavity from his throat.
Although the taste was very different from the world hundreds of years later, it was already good enough for him after spending 19 years in the Chateau d'If.
This long-lost taste seemed to have untied something that had been solidified for a long time.
Favia was suddenly confused about one thing: how did he get back?
Is it that as long as they die, they will come back? Or is there another reason?
I traveled to the seventeenth century because of Abi, so was it also her reason that I came back?
Thinking of this, Favia tilted the glass in his hand slightly, looked through the glass at Da Vinci, and asked:
"Da Vinci, did you only find me?"
"That's not the case, but judging from what you said, is there someone else by your side?" Da Vinci was stunned for a moment, then joked, "She disappeared for three years for no apparent reason. If that were the case, she might cry. She has been guarding your shipyard for the past few years, and personally building the parts that I designed. Even if it's a fantasy, it's very hard."
“…Is that so?”
Favia wiped the corners of his mouth and put the coffee cup on the table beside him.
From Leonardo da Vinci's words he learned that three years had passed since the day of the theological debate, and now it was 1518.
And when he was rescued by Da Vinci, he was alone, without Abi...
While thinking, Favia stood up and suddenly saw the two-thirds of the silver key hanging in front of his chest, swaying there, as if it had never left.
In this regard, Favia can guarantee that it was clearly inserted into her forehead by Abby at that time, and she did not have this at the Chateau d'If.
Therefore, he couldn't help muttering to himself:
"What on earth is this..."
"Oh, by the way, where have you been these past few years? No one has seen you alive or dead, and there is no news at all. People who don't know would think you went overseas to explore the new world." Da Vinci looked confused. "Besides, before I found you on the beach, I heard from a merchant ship that came to the city that the place where you disappeared, that is, Montecristo Island, sank, but fortunately the people on the island knew about this in advance, so nothing happened."
Indeed, Montecristo Island did sink once, and then resurfaced later as Monte Cristo Island.
However, Favia did not answer Da Vinci's question truthfully. He just smiled and said while holding the broken silver key in front of his chest:
"In order to perfect it, it is not impossible to go overseas."
The reason he said this was that he vaguely sensed guidance from this broken silver spoon.
Under the watchful eye of the Star Principle, we cross the boundless ocean.
"Then you built the ship for this purpose, didn't you?"
“It used to be just a simple job, but now it’s easy to get something for nothing.”
"It's true." Da Vinci nodded, and for some reason he seemed a little happy. "It just so happens that it has been built by Bawan Xita, and it's now in Spain. How about you go there in a few days when you have rested well?"
"Oh? That's not impossible..." Favia looked at Da Vinci who seemed to be anxious for him to leave, and asked thoughtfully, "Why do I feel that Da Vinci can't wait for me to leave? Do you hate me for being so bad?"
"Ahem, the main reason is that I'm old and my body isn't very comfortable. It would be very uncomfortable for you to stay here with me. I know that. Don't worry, I'll contact Bawan Xi and ask her to come quickly. This way you can go out to sea together. Maybe you can explore some new continent and leave your name in history..."
Favia just nodded slightly at Leonardo da Vinci's performance, then raised his hand, pointed at the coffee cup, and then pointed at his sleeve.
In silence, Leonardo looked at Favia's fingers in confusion, not knowing what it meant.
"It's wet," Favia said. "Your sleeves."
It was not until this moment that Leonardo noticed this, so he shook his hand indifferently to indicate that it was no problem.
Favia stared at Leonardo in front of him, and suddenly said:
"According to your personality, there shouldn't be such little accidents. Tell me, are you hiding something from me?"
At that moment, Da Vinci froze in place.
I subconsciously opened my mouth to speak, but I didn't dare to.
Leonardo was afraid that what he said would make Favia do something irrational. At the same time, he also blamed himself for his behavior that led him to discover that he had been hiding something.
After a long time, Da Vinci sighed and said:
"Paracelsus was captured by the clock tower a month ago."
.......
In 1518, a little earlier, in the clock tower of England, the dusk had already deepened and was now gradually turning blood red.
The sound of the clock tower bell came from the square.
