Chapter 154

Perhaps, this shackle can no longer be opened.

Maybe this is also a good thing; at least it has sealed off a kind of fantasy, and also let him see some people and things clearly.

Feng Yan smiled helplessly; he knew the game must continue, everything still had to develop, and this all driven by an invisible great hand was about to push him into an uncontrollable abyss.

"I say, Chen Hao, we can proceed with the final repair."

Feng Yan spoke softly, thinking of the girl he cared about; what kind of ending did she finally have?

A pang of pity flashed through his heart for a moment, and then he walked toward the gate.

Chen Hao shook his head, gave a bitter laugh, and began to feel sorry for Feng Yan; it was just a girl, merely a girl in the game.

But looking at Feng Yan's appearance, he had already come to regard her as a real life.

Death, truly is an eternal problem for humanity.

Chen Hao thought, and followed Feng Yan's steps.

At this moment, the night was deep, riding the bright white moonlight, the two walked on the road to the Wanggong; Feng Yan clearly knew he should put an end to things here.

"Stop!" The guard blocked the two.

However, the two paid no heed to the guard, knocked him out directly, and stormed into the Wanggong.

The gate was pushed open with effort by Feng Yan; as soon as it opened, he saw the so-called Wanggong nobles sitting together, discussing the matter of repairing their belongings.

Feng Yan's face was grim, and Chen Hao beside him also felt uneasy inside.

But unlike Feng Yan, he remained calm.

As the gate opened, all the people inside the Wanggong turned their gaze toward the two.

"You, do you have any objections to my repair?" Feng Yan asked the people before him.

They remained silent, looking at each other, and had none of the earlier words.

"Well, actually…"

"No need for explanations; I just want a clear answer—repair or not repair?" Feng Yan suddenly raised his voice, and for a moment the echo rang throughout the Wanggong.

They? They were like mutes, not making a sound.

Chen Hao wanted to laugh, but held it in; after a while, his face turned red from holding back.

Looking at them, Feng Yan knew these people were merely better at dealing with their own kind.

How pitiful, and yet ridiculous.

Suppressing their own people, yet they seek outsiders to repair things in their own home. Could it be that their country lacks so‑called talent?

Cooperation? No, for Feng Yan this is merely a one‑sided request for help.

Looking at these people, Feng Yan showed a smile, feeling their sadness while also lamenting the injustice. If, if she could still be with me, how wonderful that would be.

A pitiful fantasy, yet I still hope that day will come.

Is it pitiful?

"Send the things over; I will finish repairing them in these few days." Feng Yan looked at them and finally spoke.

Nobody dared to make a sound; finally they watched Feng Yan and Chen Hao leave.

"Are we really supposed to do what they said?"

"Don't you have a better method?" After the king answered his child's words, he also felt troubled; he could see that the two before him no longer wanted to linger here.

Seeing the two off, he then waved his hand, dispersed all the royal family members, and brought out their nation's treasure.

It was merely a rusted axe; the glory recorded in ancient books had long since faded, and the present treasure was nothing more than a dust‑covered object.

"Come here!"

At his call, his attendant heard and came, half‑kneeling on the ground, receiving the treasure from the king's hand.

"Take it to where those two live."

"Yes!"

In the night, the king watched the soldiers slowly depart, feeling a sigh of relief at the same time; he began to be glad that things had turned out fine without delay.

When Feng Yan arrived, the earlier plan had already been fully deployed.

"For the sake of making the country stronger, is it really worth paying this much?" The king raised his head and asked himself, looking up at the stars in hope of answering his doubts.

"The girl can't go on like this any longer; I must summon the imperial physician for one final look…"

"The atmosphere here really makes one feel painful." Feng Yan closed his eyes, walked lightly, as if secrets lay buried beneath his feet.

Chen Hao found it inconvenient to say more; he simply followed behind Feng Yan without uttering a word.

Even now, Chen Hao still couldn't understand why this was just a game; it was merely a game, and the people before him were only paying so much for a string of code‑like thing.

Thinking and thinking, the two arrived at the place where they had previously lived.

Feng Yan walked forward and pushed open the door.

Chen Hao, meanwhile, turned his head toward another room, shaking his head with a smile.

Feng Yan looked at the girl lying on the bed; his unease and self‑reproach grew deeper.

He felt guilty for being unable to fulfill what he had promised, and at the same time he touched the damaged Adventurer's Book in his pocket.

"Hey? Should I do this?" Feng Yan looked at the girl lying on the bed and took out the damaged scroll.

"Is that, his inner pursuit, a kind of love?"