Chapter 2: Well, it’s decided, this volume is the love story between Caesar and his wife

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As far as the angel, demon, elves and witches who are unknown to the age of a woman, and as the human girl in her teens and twenty years old, Caesar can be said to be knowledgeable, the royal sister, loli, and arrogant, and basically has passed the skills. However, whether shy or generous, innocent or charming, these girls are far from being called women, because whether they are hidden or born, there is always a shyness, charm and youthful taste hidden deep in their hearts.

Of course, the woman in front of her is better than them in some ways, without any charm or appearance, but her perspective on the world is a little different from that of the girls. Caesar and she sat in a restaurant private room, quietly opposite each other.

"I came from the fortress of knowledge. I am not a human, or a human born in a normal way of reproduction by men and women." The woman unconsciously moved her slender fingers, "Or to put it another way, they asked me to create humans."

Caesar stopped when he turned the teacup's hand.

"You know it." The woman seemed to smile with relief, "After all, it is the ultimate kingdom of the necromancer."

"Let's keep talking." Caesar frowned. The necromancer wandered on the edge of life and death. Although he controlled the power of taboos, he respected taboos more than anyone else. The fortification of knowledge does not prohibit the research of artificial intelligence, but in their definition, artificial humans and dolls are two completely different creatures. The former is the direction of research, and the latter is the taboo of life.

The birth of the Lich at Siri Island had already made Caesar feel dissatisfied with the Fortress of Learning. Unexpectedly, something strange happened to me today. Is it true that as the joke at that time, the Fortress of Learning is deteriorating?

"At the beginning of my birth, I only have one meaning of existence, that is, as a container of some kind of existence, as a container of some kind of existence." The woman smiled slightly, but there was no sadness in her eyes, as if this strange and inexplicably sad fate did not belong to her at all. "I can't say the specific details, this is because of some kind of restriction... In short, life at the beginning was mechanical."

"But you are talking to me now." Caesar said lightly, "How did you come out?"

"Because I'm not the most perfect," said the woman, "I don't know why, but I was not destroyed by the unqualified ones. They asked me what I had in the future. If I agree, they could even arrange a new identity for me in the fortress of learning - but I said that I must live freely in the outside world."

"Is that?" Caesar smiled slightly, but sighed softly in his heart. Necromancers would actually release a man-made man who was created but unqualified and left the fortress of knowledge alive... How much effort did this woman, who had always been as quiet as a lily, have sheered from the Ghost Valley and left the curse land that was shrouded in clouds all year round?

The woman seemed to feel the sympathy he hid under the smile and wanted to smile gratefully, but this smile eventually turned into a speechless bitterness: "Those are nothing, whether it is carving a curse or a ban... But... I actually have a daughter. They used special methods to replicate the mark of life with the origin of my soul. Later I realized that in this way, this new life I nurtured, my daughter is a more perfect work than me, a more pure crystallization, and a more unique and perfect function... Before this, I was foolishly looking forward to living freely with Ilia..."

"... Because when I gave birth to her, I suddenly felt very happy. Even though the mother of this child is not a normal human, even if her existence is just a reorganization and continuation of my life mark, I still hope that she can be happy." She still narrated so calmly, but some invisible emotion had appeared in her eyes. "I smiled and watched her grow up day by day, and the cold life became brighter and brighter because of this new little life. However, on the eve of my about to be free, they said that I was the only one."

"I immediately chose to stay in the fortress of learning, but they told me that if I left, I would wash away the memory of Ilia, because they said that no mother did not miss her children. As long as I stayed in the fortress of learning and kept my thoughts of Ilia, I would always see her regardless of everything. In this way, it would cause variables to their plans." She smiled self-deprecatingly, "I finally chose to leave, with my daughter and my loss... But I was not trying to meet Ilia, because I knew this was their last tolerance, and that's right. Who would value artificial humans? If I broke the taboo and went back to see Ilia, the most tolerant punishment would be to wash away all memories..."

She raised her head and looked at Caesar's eyes: "Am I useless? I left my daughter and ran away here alone..."

"It's not your business." Caesar was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, "You can't compete with the fortress of knowledge, so you made such a choice. Living quietly with longing and praying for your daughter is better than going back and taking the risk of being washed away from your memory."

"Is that?" she smiled softly, "I came here about ten years ago. Occasionally, I rescued a child who fell to the ground who was injured and fell to the ground. His head was hit and he lost his memory. For some reason, I took him in and raised him as a son."

...This is the origin of the bastard. You don’t have a good vision and have picked up a living treasure.

As if seeing the joke in Caesar's eyes, the woman said quietly: "He was not like this before, he was very obedient. My idea was just to live so peacefully until the end of his life. In addition, I also wanted him to live so quietly. He was strong and grew fast. So I would become a farmer, or an apprentice to the blacksmith shop, and finally have his own manor or shop, which would be great. If he wanted to study, he could also be a teacher or a library administrator. In short, safe life is the greatest happiness..."

Caesar seemed to have guessed the following content, and he listened quietly to the woman.

"But... I don't know that there are so many boring and troublesome things in this world. Orphans and widows seem to be able to cause a lot of gossip. Over time, rumors arise. Although I am not good at fighting, I am always a man-made man who learns fortresses. Besides, I have learned a lot of protective skills. Those who have evil thoughts are doomed to fail." Her slender index finger stroked the edge of the teacup, "But the more this happens, the more the rumors become, and he has been bullied a lot because of my reasons. He is unwilling to stay at home all day, and he does not want me to follow him all day, so he suffers every day."

Her eyes were confused for a moment, as if recalling something: "But that day... he was very injured. He cried and shouted, "I have been lying to him all the time. The way I wanted him to go was wrong. It was in front of me. He cried for the last time. Since then, he stopped going to school and did not go to the blacksmith shop to take action. He began to run to the training camp of the garrison center all day long, learning those half-baked combat skills, and also began to be on the street... Yes, they called this a mess, he was a mess on the street..."

"This time, it's the fifth street. His opponents are numerous this time, but he still wants to fight because he has started fighting since that day. Sometimes I wonder if I have raised a tiger boy as a sheep for seven or eight years, because I see how he looks when he is working for the streets, as if he is born to fight like this..."

"Yes, he looks like a good piece of material, but without the acquired carving, he becomes a useless piece of waste." Caesar frowned, "Since he has decided to let him live his life quietly, why not stop him? He shouldn't beat you."

"I thought so at first, but later, I gave up. His heart has changed. Power is the basis of everything. Weakness can only be exacerbated. I don't know whether what he said is right or wrong, but if I don't have the power to defend myself, I will be bullied by those ugly guys." The woman smiled bitterly, "But this is not the point. I don't want to restrain him anymore, because I don't know who is right and who is wrong. Every time he handed me over the money he received, the pride and energetic in his eyes will be something I can't forget."

"So you decided to watch, watch him, win, or die?" Caesar said slowly.

"Yes...so, it seems that artificial humans are artificial humans after all. I can never understand human life, and I am not qualified to enjoy happily..." The woman smiled sadly, "It's useless, right? I can't protect Ilia. When I picked him up, I thought, I must keep this child no matter what, I must do something... But in the end, I realized that I can't do anything, can't stop it, can't change it, can only see him keep winning or dead."

She suddenly felt Caesar's gaze at her, not knowing what it contained, it was an emotion she couldn't understand. She just suddenly felt an impulse. The beautiful woman turned her head away, and her silver hair brought a stunning look. She smiled softly: "Don't... don't look at me, I'm afraid I will really cry..."

But she couldn't bear it after all. All the experiences and hardships, ten years of mental journey, grievances and sorrows could no longer be expressed in words. Although it was only a streamlined part, the feeling of confiscation filled her with some inexplicable emotions. Suddenly, her shoulders trembled slightly, and tears that had been suppressed for a long time had spread out from the beautiful gem red eyes...

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She said so much, but in fact she was just for the unspoken sentence. She didn't say it clearly, whether it was reserved or strange dignity, but she still repeated the silent pleading between the lines - help me take care of this child... help me...

If Caesar had agreed without saying a word and trained an awkward little kid, he would have been able to get it right. But now that the reversal impulse is following him, he certainly hesitated, but looking at the woman's eyes, he could not refuse.

I still have something to do - it's not a problem. I'll leave in a month - it's not a problem. The special training preparation youth camp in Harrogas special training is used to treat all kinds of dissatisfaction. The purpose of existence is to give those savages who have just grown tendons and meat and don't know how much they weigh, so that they can learn how to train the mentality that great warriors should have.

It is also a good choice to throw that kid inside. Anyway, this guy is tall and strong, and his physique is similar to a barbarian. Of course... I am talking about female barbarians. Even if this guy is expensive, he can't go against the will of heaven.

However, before that, the great barbarians and the orc kings would train this human boy for a month. The reason is nothing more than relieving boredom, and bullying... it seems quite satisfying.

Because he lost his memory, he also forgot his previous name. In order to commemorate her daughter, the woman named him Iliad. It has to be said that this is a slightly feminine name that can easily cause teasing and ridicule, but when Caesar asked, he still answered the name loudly - Caesar smiled satisfied for the first time.

Then one family refunded the so-called protection fees, and Iliad's apology was done by himself. Caesar followed behind and watched coldly, knocked on the door, greeted, apologized, and refunded money. He did not require sincerity, but at least he had to be serious. As long as it was not satisfactory, Caesar kicked it up without exerting force, but Iliad could feel the other party's malice.

So the boy would be shocked and bow harder to greet him. This feeling...is like a naughty child causing trouble to his neighbor's house, a stern father ordered the child to apologize and observed coldly.

It was this feeling that allowed the young man to ignore the gloating eyes of the shopkeepers and the jokes of the drinkers - a drunkard pulled the topic on his mother, and before he could get angry, the man behind him had already pressed the drunkard's head into the bar, pulled it out, and pressed it in again, repeating it to the entire tavern so scared that he stopped.

This behavior suddenly made the boy feel a sense of security, but this sense of security immediately turned into a confusion and uneasiness and contradiction, which originated from the conflicting psychology of "the mother should also find someone to rely on" and "Is this man going to take his mother away from me?"

"I want to tell you two things." This tavern is already the last one. Caesar and Iliad walked on the street, and they all refunded money and apologized. Five streets have taken a day and it was already dark. Caesar suddenly said, "First, that drunkard insulted your mother. The reason why I beat him is not what you think, but pure respect for a mother. You have lost your memory at least. You should have parents raised before you are five or six years old. When I was picked up by the mother king, I was naked in the snow and kicked.

Teng... So I am also an adopted son. My mother is a very strong person. The adoptive father whom I had never met died early. She took on everything that did not belong to her, took care of me and Zi, and managed things in the clan in an orderly and meticulous manner. Compared to my mother's actions in everything, your mother is a little weak. She told me that she has not protected anything in her life... But I feel that your mother is also very amazing, at least in terms of strength, she is comparable to my mother."

The tall and strong child fell into silence. He was only sixteen or seventeen years old and was already a giant man, but his thick and unruly eyebrows were frowning tightly at this time, flowing with inexplicable memories and tenderness.

"The second thing." Caesar interrupted his thoughts, "She asked me to discipline you. If I agree, then you must do it. You must be mentally prepared... Don't be afraid, I will not let you learn to farm iron or study or play the piano. If you have the qualifications of a warrior, then I will teach you how to become a real warrior, not an idiot who cuts wildly with a knife."

A month... Sometimes it may not be possible to change a person in a lifetime, but fortunately this young man is just a jade that is covered with dust. The honest and desirable child is not his nature, and the fighting that is persistent in winning or losing and the hyenas that plunder from the weak are not his nature, but those are just shackles on him.

Caesar stretched out his hand, and a broken knife covered with scratches appeared in his hand. Iliad clearly saw that it was the knife he used in the morning. Unexpectedly, it was in Caesar's hand: "First, weapons are used to kill people, not to chop people, you have to remember clearly. Second, weapons are always damaged, just sooner or later, just like this."

He flicked lightly, and the long sword broke into two pieces. Facing Iliad's shocked and angry look, Caesar shrugged: "I just want you to know that you are worthy of this broken blade now, and you will practice it in the future. If you make a fortune in a month, I will rebuild it into an amazing enchanting equipment for you... Do what you say."

The boy opened his eyes wide, and Caesar's words continued: "Although it was a broken knife, if you experienced the forging of the scorching hammer of the fire, concentrating the essence and burning the dross, it would also become a sharp and famous tool. Do you understand?"

The boy's eyes suddenly showed light, and he began to rub the broken knife in his hand carefully. Caesar saw it and nodded in his heart. There was no need to say anything more. It seemed that as he expected, the boy was just covered in dust. In other words, there was a rescue. He understood the importance of power, but the road to pursuit and use was too inferior, but he only lacked one person to lead him on the right path.

"By the way, what's your mother's name?" Caesar asked suddenly.

"Alicefil, Alicefil von Einzberen." Iliath replied casually.

Very good, Caesar smiled with satisfaction. Such a guy is very interesting in all senses.

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