readease Chapter 1522 Interlude: Appearing Amidst Era-Changing Changes (Part 2)
Chapter 1522 Interlude: Appearing Amidst Era-Changing Changes (Part 2)
Chapter 1522 Interlude: Appearing Amidst Era-Changing Changes (Part 2)
After a period of silence in the pavilion under the night sky, Mingmang slowly and earnestly asked a question.
"Now that you've brought it up, are you prepared to leave Midnight and risk disappointing us, just to do it?"
In response, a surge of complex emotions seemed to well up in the black-haired youth's downcast eyes.
But in the end, he still silently raised his eyes straight up in the night.
From his childhood, decades of upbringing and education had long since revealed the changes in him in recent years. But he was no longer the child he once was; it was understandable that he had his own worries.
So, as elders, they didn't interfere, and Mingmang and the others were waiting for the day when he would be willing to speak up himself.
I was initially worried that this most trustworthy and outstanding child was hiding something, but when the black-haired youth finally spoke, the answer was unexpected—it was just this one thing.
Mingmang couldn't help but feel a little helpless and amused, then smiled and waved her hand at him:
"Since you've made up your mind, then go ahead and do it."
His expression froze for a moment. Completely different from what he had imagined, the black-haired youth looked surprised at his elder's nonchalant attitude and was about to say something.
But before that, Ming Mang smiled gently and spoke to him:
"You don't need to worry that this will violate the Night's Watch's mission or break the rules of midnight, because ultimately..."
He shook his head and chuckled, seemingly resigned.
"There is no such rule at midnight."
A moment of silence fell over the cliffside under the moonlight, the instant those words were heard.
Even the most composed and mature black-haired youth among the younger generation couldn't hide his utterly stunned expression of disbelief.
"What.?"
Upon hearing this fact, it was as if his decades-old sense of reason had been overturned, and he spoke with incredible urgency:
"But! Uncle Mingmang, didn't you say that the Night Watch is the will of the Master?"
I recall the answer I received from my elders when I was young, wondering why the Night's Watch didn't intervene in worldly troubles.
He still remembers how solemnly the elders said those words.
"Yes, to remain detached from worldly affairs and silently watch over others—this is indeed the will of the master,"
Knowing he would definitely ask that question, and for some reason not having explained it to them in detail before, Mingmang smiled and admitted with a touch of emotion,
Then, with a gentle smile, he revealed a previously unknown truth.
"But the gentleman never asked anyone else to do the same."
Looking at the stunned black-haired youth before him, at this junior determined to pursue his own ambitions, or rather, his wishes, a certain indescribable emotion welled up within him.
Under the moonlit pavilion, far removed from the hustle and bustle of the world, the mountains and forests possess an indescribable rustic charm.
Mingmang gazed at the boundless night with eyes full of emotion, and spoke softly:
"It's just that we voluntarily chose to follow."
Even though he had grown up at midnight, this was the first time he had heard of such a thing in all these years. The black-haired youth seemed to sense something from his elder's expression.
Then he immediately realized that if Midnight hadn't forbidden the Night's Watch from interfering in mortal affairs, then what he wanted to do...
"So go ahead and do whatever you want. Using the power of night battles to benefit all living beings isn't a bad thing. Midnight won't be a constraint for you."
"As for whether you will disappoint us, that depends on whether you can stay true to your principles and do a good enough job."
Bringing his thoughts back to reality, Mingmang smiled brightly at him again. As someone who had always guided the Night Watchmen like a teacher, he offered encouragement, much like a parent watching their child about to leave home to make their own way in the world.
The candlelight was warm, and the night breeze drifted through the pavilion, gentle and soothing, bringing a sense of peace to the night.
"But regarding this point,"
With a gentle and expectant look in his eyes, Ming Mang spoke softly, calling out the name he had once given to the young man.
"We have always had great confidence in you, and we will succeed."
The moonlit night was still, but suddenly a breeze stirred the mountains and forests, causing the canopy of the trees below the cliff to sway towards the night sky.
As if struck by a gust of night wind, the black-haired youth's eyes widened slightly in a daze. He had considered many possibilities, both good and bad.
But what he never expected was that what he had been worried about all these years didn't exist at all.
I never imagined I could hear the support of my elders so easily and comfortably.
"I will report this to the master and to others; I don't think anyone will stop you."
This completely dispelled the young man's unease. Having listened to what he had to say, the gentle and refined night watchman rose from his seat, but before leaving,
Ming Mang glanced in a certain direction with a smile, then asked gently:
"Speaking of which, are you planning to bring other people along on this trip?"
Hearing his elder's teasing question at the end, the black-haired youth replied with a slightly relaxed yet helpless expression:
"Let them know that they'll come even if I don't bring them." "After all, those kids listen to you, their older brother."
Hearing this answer, Mingmang chuckled and turned to leave. The night breeze ruffled the hem of his plain white robe, and after a few steps, his figure blended into the forest.
In this scene at the moonlit pavilion cliff, only the young man remains, his hair ruffled by the night wind.
With worries gone and anxieties dissipated, a sense of anticipation washed over me as I prepared to finally set off.
He gazed into the distance, lost in thought, a bright look appearing on his face.
Not long after, a rustling sound came from the direction of the forest, followed by the faint sound of several figures talking quietly.
"Hurry, hurry! Uncle Mingmang has already gone far away, let's go over there quickly!"
"Speaking of which, we followed you here quietly, so we shouldn't have been discovered, right?"
"Don't worry, I've hidden my abilities quite well."
"Is Brother Jiangran still there?"
The next second, after the black-haired youth turned his head, seven or eight figures suddenly emerged from the moonlit mountain path.
They were both men and women, all dressed in clothing from an unknown dynasty, and each possessed a striking appearance with unique characteristics. They seemed to have remained completely unchanged from their appearances when they had just come of age more than ten years ago.
He still looked like he was in his early twenties, full of energy and vitality.
Upon seeing the crowd and their sudden arrival, the black-haired youth smiled as if he had expected it:
"Why are you all here?"
After he spoke, a cheerful and beautiful figure stepped forward first. With bright eyes and white teeth, she stood tall and graceful. The girl who was once like a bright peach blossom had now fully blossomed and grown up.
Zhuohua's lively demeanor remained unchanged, but she spoke with a newfound confidence and intelligence:
"It's because you looked so serious, Brother Jiang Ran, that we were all curious about what you wanted to talk to Uncle Ming Mang about."
Beside her stood a young man dressed in a simple white robe similar to Ming Mang's, exuding an air of refined elegance. Qing Lu also spoke up, asking:
"Yes, it's so late, Brother Jiangran, you can't just be chatting with your elders for no reason, can you?"
Dressed in a long, dark robe, the color of cast iron, the handsome young man was calm and composed. Chang Geng asked in a quiet voice:
"Brother Jiangran, what happened?"
On the other side, dressed in a snow-white dress, with an innate ethereal beauty and a cool, aloof face, Han Su was also quiet, her eyes filled with inquiry.
Following them was a figure in a blue robe, tall and slender, with a clear and handsome face, and a gentle and warm aura that was like a refreshing breeze.
Arakawa pondered for a moment, then smiled curiously:
"There must be something particularly important going on, right?"
As everyone began to speak, two figures of teenagers emerged. Compared to their older brothers and sisters, they still appeared to be in their early teens.
The two boys, named Fangshu and Moshu, are a mix of impetuousness and feigned composure.
"Yes, yes, Brother Jiangran, what exactly did you and Uncle Mingmang talk about?"
"You can ask, but could you please stop pushing me?"
At this moment, as everyone pressed the black-haired youth for answers, the figure at the very front of the group...
Her eyes sparkled like glass, her smile was charming, and her tall figure exuded both agility and maturity—she was a young woman already beginning to blossom with beauty.
Linlang asked him, somewhat surprised by his expression:
"Did you get permission?"
Not knowing how to answer this question, the black-haired youth smiled slightly and sighed:
"Exceeded expectations."
"Hey, Linlang, stop worrying about yourself! What's going on?"
Hearing her knowing tone, Zhuohua couldn't suppress her curiosity and asked, "Qinglu, Changgeng, Hansu, and Huangchuan and the two little ones beside them..."
On the pavilion by the cliff in the moonlight, everyone looked at the black-haired youth with curiosity, waiting for his explanation.
At this moment, he looked at everyone—at those figures he had grown up with in the dead of night. The black-haired youth took a slight breath, as if to sink all his hesitation into his chest, preparing for some kind of formal announcement.
Ten years of childhood hardship, ten years of youthful travels, and ten years of night watchmanship that sparked his ambition.
Ten years later, that aspiration was finally about to be translated into concrete action.
The black-haired youth spoke slowly and firmly:
"I've decided to create a new organization."
Oh my god, I'm finally done! How did I get the illusion that I could finish this whole page in a day after the last update? (dizzy) Actually, on the 29th, I was completely exhausted because I hadn't left the house for six consecutive days. I took a whole day to recover, took a good shower, and slept, and only then was I finally able to finish the sequel. I didn't expect that this month would be the same as last month, and I wouldn't finish until the 1st. Looking back on the past ten days or so, I feel like I'm going crazy. (hahaha, confused)