The breeze blows on your face, and a hint of coolness penetrates into your skin.

On a road leading to the Academy Square, Yaves would always turn his head to look at the restless rear behind him from time to time.

He bit his lips and licked his tongue lightly because there were traces of her biting on his lips.

The small piece of wound has become scars, the scab is black in color, and looks like a mole.

Sometimes he couldn't control his teeth. He wanted to bite the ugly piece, but he never bit it down.

One night, he thought a lot.

Perhaps this action seriously affected his thinking, and he became more irritable and impulsive than ever.

As the flames that were thriving in his heart gradually weakened, he began to realize that this was himself, or that was himself before.

He was very confused.

He felt that his whole body was smooth now, from head to toe, because he was doing what he wanted to do and what he wanted to say, as if he was without any restraint.

But he found that after deviating from his former self, he had hurt many people.

In terms of words, in terms of actions.

Conscious, unconscious.

His world was split into two intersections, and now he stopped in place and turned to look at another road behind him.

He can return, and he needs to return for reasons.

Now he is like his real self, and he can feel that his physical and mental feelings will not deceive people.

But if he continues like this, he will lose many people, friends, lovers, and family.

I used to be living in enduring depression, enduring many people and many things, because there was a voice in my heart that telling him that if I couldn't bear it, you would lose them.

There are gains and losses on both sides of selfishness and compromise.

Try to find balance in it and open up a new path, but that path will make you lose more.

Yaves smiled bitterly and sighed helplessly.

He held the sword in his hand tightly and looked around, all around him were members of the Tong Society.

This is his man.

There are not many roads to the College Square, which is one of them, and he is the person in charge of guarding this road.

As a few backbone in the association, he has his own tasks.

His qualifications are not enough to serve as a team to enter the square, and he is also glad while regretful.

Although I missed the most exciting scene, what should he do after she saw him inside?

"Yaves, what's wrong with you? I've looked worried from morning until now."

A member came behind Yaves, patted him on the shoulder and asked kindly.

When Yaves heard the voice, he knew who he was. He was familiar with the members of this team and would not admit his mistakes in his voice. They were not the army and the aristocratic bureaucrats, so even if there was a superior-level relationship between them, they did not have those rules and taboos. In the rules of blood-stand association, each member had an equal status.

"Wasen, I'm fine."

Yaves looked at him, shook his head and waved his hand.

"It's really okay?" Vassen raised the corner of his eyes and chuckled, "Look at you often look at the square, are you worried about Laqi's safety?"

He is not unfamiliar with Yaves. Because of his friendship between his fathers, he met Yaves when he was very young and naturally knew his relationship with Raqi.

"She? She won't have anything to do. One of the organizers who entered the square was my friend. He knew Laqi, and he also promised me her safety, so don't worry." Yaves said.

"Really?" Vassen was quite puzzled, and then shook his head and said, "Forget it, don't mention this matter. Yaves, do you regret doing this matter?"

"Repent? It's time to say that regret is useless." Yaves smiled. "If we had such an idea, we wouldn't stand here."

"Indeed." Wasson shrugged his shoulders.

His face was calm, making people look nothing strange.

But Yaves seemed to vaguely hear what he meant from his words.

"Wasen, do you have any worries?"

"Why do you say that?" Vassen said with a strange feeling.

"Look--"

As he said that, Yaves signaled him to look around the members and said, "Everyone's mood is manifested somewhere on his body, either excited, excited, worried and anxious, because they and we all know that for the sake of our ideals, we have received spiritual redemption, but we also bet on our own future, only you are different from them. From the beginning to the present, in my eyes, you are the most normal, so normal that it is a bit abnormal."

"Ha ha--"

Wasen chuckled, raised his head and squinted his eyes to look at the not dazzling sunshine. The white light shone on his cheeks, as if he was healing the cracks in his heart.

"Yaves, do you know? I have other purposes for this."

His voice was low because he didn't want others to hear it.

"Purpose?" Yaves thought for a while, and then said, "It doesn't seem simple to make you bet on the future."

Wasen soothed his breath and looked back at the chaotic square behind him, his eyes as if empty.

"Yaves, what will we do if this happens?"

"We?" Yaves frowned, and he seemed to know something from his words.

"If nothing unexpected happens, we will take control of the future of this country a little bit."

Wasen nodded and said, "Yes, if we follow the normal pace, it may take us ten years, twenty years, or even longer to enter the center of dominance of this country, but if we succeed now, our pace will also step into this center ahead of time. What else can be more cost-effective than such a thing."

"Wasen, is this the purpose of joining the Blood Banner Association?" Yaves said with a bad look on his face.

"hehe--"

Wasson looked at him, and the smile on his face became even more intense.

"Yaves, haven't you ever thought about it? I think many people in the society have this idea. This action is not just about ideal impulsiveness. Perhaps, more people hope to replace the majority of the nobles who control this country."

"Money, power, status."

“Nothing is more realistic than this.”

Yaves' eyes widened, he looked at him and the members beside him.

He thought about this, but he did not want the ugly reality to tarnish that belief and ideal. When the truth was completely exposed by others, he felt angry.

In the face of anger, there is a strong reluctance.

"Wasen, although your idea is correct, it is not ruled out that there are still many people who are really doing this for this country."

Yaves' serious competition made Vassen look away. He didn't want to see his friends being addicted to ideals and being detached from reality.

"Yaves, when Emperor Lucky founded this country, the people who followed him might have been standing by his side for an ideal. They became his sword and broke through all the thorns from the ruins of blood. They succeeded, like a magnificent epic chapter."

"But, the heroes who once wrote this epic, perhaps their ideal was not just to establish a new kingdom, they had gained their own glorious status, and they replaced the rulers of this land. Perhaps, this was the most important purpose of their original ideal, cruel? No, because this is the reality that should be considered."

The long sword Yaves held at his waist was trembling, and some of the words were right, but he could not accept it.

If accepted, the taste of this action has changed.

This is no longer an ideal, but a conspiracy.

When the gorgeous-looking hero's coat was pulled off, an evil smile appeared.

"Yaves, do you know how many people are from civilians in the society?"

Looking at his silence, Wasson suddenly asked him.

"Many-" said Yaves coldly.

"Where are nobles?"

“A lot too.”

"No, no, no." Wasson waved his hand and said three words, "Yaves, you should be aware that there is a status gap between nobles. The descendants of nobles who truly possess status and power will not appear in our association at all. In fact, the nobles here are all weak and unsuccessful nobles, and the status of nobles between you and me in the entire association is probably the highest level."

"What do you want to say?" Yaves said in a cold tone.

"hehe--"

It seemed that the other party had already repelled him, Wasen shook his head and said, "So, since they can have a chance to change their status, they will not let it go, even if they fail."

"Is that what you think?"

"Do you know? Why is my qualifications higher than you in the association and my talents are almost the same? But why do you become the backbone of the association and I am still an ordinary member?" Vassen said with a smile.

Yaves had a bad premonition in his heart, so he didn't speak.

His teeth bit the black scab on his lips, as if only this could calm him down.

"I have considered the result of the failure of the operation. This large number of student riots cannot be held accountable. The backbone of the association may be treated as the culprit of the matter. Therefore, even if someone has proposed to be promoted in the past, I will refuse without hesitation. Why are there not many backbone of the association? Because many people have the same ideas as me."

After hearing his words, Yaves's hand holding the sword in his waist trembled even more. He stared at him, wishing to draw out the sword and kill this strange "friend".

"Why do you want to tell me this now?"

Wasen took a few steps away from him, because he felt the murderous aura emitted from him.

"As a friend, I'm just giving you a piece of advice. Just run away immediately when things cannot be done."

"Thank you for your advice," Yaves glared at him and said word by word: "I will not escape, I will become a hero of this country! And you will become a shame!"

"Is that so? Let's wait and see."

Wasson sighed and shook his head, then left him, he didn't want to stimulate him anymore.

What exactly are you doing?

Ideal? It's really a great idea.

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Chapter completed!