The man was stunned for two seconds, then furious, "Boy! What do you think you are doing! Ah? Who treats his dad like this! He wants to fly if his wings grow hard, right?"

Touch! Another bottle of wine hit the ground, and the wine flowed out. The man's expression seemed to want to kill Joshua. He stood up staggeringly. His figure looked so tall and terrible. Fear was like venom running through his blood vessels. Joshua couldn't move, and his pupils were shrinking. His short life ran through his mind. When he thought that his young life might be lost here, his unwilling anger arose and poured his strength into his limbs.

‘You are not worthy of being a father! You are not even worthy of having children!’

Joshua yelled, rushed out of the house, and ran wildly on the street. His vision was blurred, and the scorching liquid slid across his cheeks and dripped along the way. His heart, his soul, everything he had, was tangled in a ball overnight and then shattered.

The contract of master and servant was terminated, and the eldest lady's house was no longer a place where he could stay. Now he had no choice but to return to his nominal home. He was full of chaos and ran aimlessly, so he sat at the door of an unknown family and started crying loudly.

Yay, the sound of the door lock opening sounded behind me, and then a familiar voice: ‘Joshua?’

‘Miss…’

At this time, Joshua realized that he had returned to the eldest lady's house. When the girl saw the tears on his face, she rushed out in panic, took out a handkerchief to wipe his tears, and asked him what was wrong. After listening to the whole story, the girl couldn't bear it and her face shrank into a ball.

‘I have no place to go now…’

The slender white fingers clasped Joshua's jaw and raised his face slightly. The girl looked at his eyes firmly, and her cheeks were thin red.

‘You are mine. You are not allowed to go anywhere except by my side.’

Then, she printed a light kiss on Joshua's wet face.

Joshua's memory ends here.

Elai returned to his body, he moved his head a little clumsyly, and saw that the others had also pulled away from the memory of the Waste Soul, doing the same movements as him.

The first one to speak was Pan Di. "Is there no follow-up? What happened after Joshua?"

"I don't know, these are the only memories I collected."

Sager answered this question, and Isius then continued: "After evaluating the situation, Sager and I reached a conclusion, let's divide the troops into two groups. Sager and I will go to report the whereabouts of the deceased master, and Ela and Pandi will look for the follow-up of the memory."

Pan Di immediately attacked, "Wait! What is this distribution! Why do I have to find a memory follow-up!"

"Aren't you curious?" Isius blocked her with one sentence. "Yilai's body is just right and needs rest. If he overdraws for a second time in a short period of time, even Luo's will not guarantee what will happen."

"Pan Di, be obedient. It is very dangerous for the Lord to report the deceased. Just let Issius and I come."

Sager made up the last knife. Seeing that there was no room for change, Pan Di flattened his mouth dejectedly. "Okay, let's listen to me."

Isius turned to ask Elai for his opinion, but he just said "hmm" in a daze, without expressing his opinion, nor resisting. The meeting was announced to the end. The two people in the home team reported the death toll said that there was still work to deal with. They walked out of the Sita Hall one after another. Elai looked at the closed door and realized it later--

He and Pan Di were excluded from before the meeting began.

It was already evening when Isius finished his work. He was exhausted and wanted to drive the matter of the Waste Soul out of his mind so that he could go home to rest. So when he stepped into the hall of the Sita and found that there was no one, his originally relaxed nerves tensed again, and a shocked feeling swept over.

There was no "You are back", and there was no sight of Yilai waiting for him. The food on the table had not been moved, and there was no sound. He had no appetite, and his anxiety was churning in his stomach, and he unconsciously accelerated his pace upstairs. He searched for someone in circles, but he almost lifted Sita up, and finally found someone in the storage room of the memory lights.

There was no light inside the room, and a faint blue light was revealed. On the wall shelf, the light activated by the particles was the light source, and the whole room was filled with firefly blue, with a strange and terrifying beauty. How could the particles be activated without any trouble? Isseus looked closely and found that Elai was right next to the huge round table, with unactivated gas lamps on the table. He stared at it quietly, as if there was no emotion, expressionless face, and his whole body seemed to be empty.

"Yilai, what are you doing here?"

Isseus was relieved at first, and then he felt relieved because of Elai's abnormality. He walked over and looked at Elai across the table. "Why don't you turn on the light?"

Elai responded to this sentence, raised his eyes and looked at him. His blue eyes were like a mirror, reflecting his face, and there was nothing else. "I am just thinking..."

Yilai picked up the memory light on the table, and it was empty inside. He pulled his hand over his head and pointed the belly of the lamp to his eyes. At first glance, it seemed like he was doing some observation.

Blinking through the glass, Elaine smiled slightly - to be precise, it was just a move of the corner of her mouth, and there was no smile in her eyes.

"My, since I knew I had lost my memory, I often wondered, can I still be considered to be living in the world without 'history'?"

Issius was dumbfounded, and opened his mouth and couldn't speak. The emotions he was stirring in his abdomen changed from anxiety to mixed feelings.

"The past is history, and everything is accumulated from the past to become what it is now; for living beings, history is memory. Once a city loses its historical memory, no matter how old it is, it only has an empty shell. Once a person loses memory, is it no different from an empty shell?"

Lack of historical memory - lack of memory. Isseus suddenly understood this series of behaviors: Elaine was using empty memory lights to describe himself.

"Since history is lacking, can that old city be said to be fake, just with the name of the ancient city? Or should it be said to be fake, because no evidence that has been left behind."

"I have lost my memory and have the appearance and ability of 'Yelai', but could it be fake? I just occupied the empty shell called 'Yelai', just depicting me from others, living a life of silence. Perhaps I am not the only person in the world, because no one can prove it."

"No!"

Issius finally couldn't help but make a sound, his delicate facial features wrinkled in a ball, just like his knotted mood now. He clenched his fists with his hands, and the sound burst out from the gaps of his teeth. Although he couldn't see his expression, he should be quite sad.

"Are you a fool? Is it great to make these inferences yourself? No one can prove it? How can you speak so decisively! Do you think no one really remembers your affairs!"
Chapter completed!