Chapter 193: Set Out Towards the Dream

The phonograph played relaxing music. Camus held a cup in his hand and stared at the busy crowd outside the window and the carriages passing by from time to time. Moshi closed his eyes gently. From his constant knocking on the table, he didn't look so calm.

"Gentlemen, do you need honey cakes?" At this time, a child came over with a wooden basket. The basket was still steaming, and the golden cakes were neatly placed in the basket.

"Thank you, four, how much?" The child's innocent voice broke the embarrassment of the two. Camus smiled and pointed to the plate on the table.

"8 black coins each, a total of 3 coppers and 4 black coins." The child showed a charming smile, and his golden hair looked more dazzling under the gas lamp.

Camus gently took out 4 copper coins and handed them to him, then sat up straight and looked at Moshi calmly.

"You came here just for that thing?" Camus broke the deadlock for the second time in a low and calm tone.

"Yes, this seal is very important to me." Moshi opened his eyes and stated in the same calm tone.

"For you? Well, this is indeed an irrefutable reason." Camus frowned slightly, then relaxed. For him, as long as it does not endanger himself, anything is fine.

"You don't ask me why I joined them?" Mo Xi's pupils dilated slightly, and he spoke in a hurried tone.

"It doesn't matter. You are free to do whatever you want. Will you stop if I say so?" Camus crossed his fingers and looked at Mo Xi with a smile.

"No, I must get this thing. It means that my life can be continued." Mo Xi shook his head and expressed his determination to get this seal.

"The soul energy in you is already the second stage. I can fully sense this. It took you a month to advance from stage one to stage two. It's incredible." Camus was a little surprised. He just found that the soul energy scattered on Mo Xi was as high as the second stage, but he didn't have time to ask.

"Well... I participated in a special ceremony in Qiu Ri City. The ceremony is called 'Golden Wine Cup', a special 'help ceremony'." Mo Xi did not hide it, but answered with a wry smile.

Camus thought about it and found that he had no idea what kind of ceremony this was. He silently complained in his heart that he had suffered from his lack of education.

"I have to go." Suddenly, Moshi stood up and took out a book from his arms. It was a book that still smelled of fresh ink. There were four words written on it in black ink, "A Story". Seeing this book, a smile appeared on Moshi's face, and this smile no longer looked stiff, but from the heart.

Seeing him stand up, Camus glanced at the nearby table. This was also a handsome young man, but he had a silver pocket watch hanging on his chest like Moshi, the same pocket watch. Camus noticed this when he came in just now, and after he came in, Moshi recovered his facial paralysis and didn't smile until just now.

"This is a book I wrote recently, the story of a humble reporter." Moshi laughed at himself, gently put the book on the table, and turned away.

"Are you coming back?" Camus looked at the book with strong ink, raised his head and asked in a low voice.

"No, maybe the real Moshi will die after today, and I will bury his dream in my heart." Moshi's walking movements froze, he glanced at his companion not far away, his tone was a little hoarse.

"Good luck, my friend." Hearing Moshi's free and easy words, Camus stood up and bowed slightly, with a little emotion in his tone. After hearing Camus's farewell words, Moshi did not stay any longer. His back disappeared outside the coffee shop and disappeared into the crowd, and the young man who also carried a silver pocket watch followed him away.

"Moshi is dead..." Camus sighed. Moshi was so naive and innocent at the beginning. Now he has grown up and knows what he wants. The Moshi who once stood up for the lower-class civilians and hoped to do something for them has left. Things will never go as planned.

"Pah..." As "A Story" on the table was opened, Camus saw the pen he gave to Moshi, with some fingerprints still on it. A strong smell of ink mixed with the fragrance of paper rushed into Camus' nose. Camus slowly sat down, his expression gradually became calm. He picked up the pen he gave to Moshi as a reward and put it in the sun, his tone was very calm.

"Goodbye, my friend, goodbye my savior, goodbye Moshi who told me about his unfair experience, goodbye today."

As countless goodbyes came out of Camus' mouth, he seemed to have lost his soul and sat quietly in the chair, just like the cotton in the wind drifting with the waves, until Lacus's gentle voice interrupted his stiff thoughts. When he came back to his senses, it was almost evening, and he sat here quietly for three hours.

"Brother... shall we go back?" Lacus seemed to feel the depressing atmosphere. She glanced at Camus gently, her tone calm and soothing.

"Let's go. It looks like you've gained a lot." Camus looked at the bags of various sizes that Lacus was carrying and smiled peacefully. He gently picked up "A Story", put the pen in his left pocket, and slowly stood up.

"Well... the money you gave me has been spent, and I bought it for you." Hearing this, Camus suddenly froze. If he remembered correctly, he gave Lux a bag of gold coins, which contained at least 30 gold coins. Now it's all gone? Didn't this girl get fooled?

"Uh... I went to the store that Sister Laura mentioned. I bought very little. I also bought the black tea and food you wanted. It's the 'high-collared black tea' that is popular among the nobles." Seeing Camus's expression was a little stiff, Lacus described the money seriously. The proud and emotionless tone made Camus unable to refute.

Camus rubbed his head, sighed softly, and after paying for the coffee at the counter, he took Lacus home. It was already getting late.

In the northern part of the port area, at the Madi Canned Food Processing Factory, Fiona was wearing a black dress and sitting on the roof of the factory with an elegant look. The evening sun shone on her face, making her fair skin a little red. Smelling the faint smell of the sea in the air, Fiona looked at the sea at dusk with a complete arc at the corner of her mouth.

"Are you here?" As if something broke the silence, Fiona turned her head to look at the factory gate, and saw six people in decent black suits. They turned their eyes to Fiona on the roof, and their eyes were very calm.

"Want it? Come and get it yourself." Fiona gently drew out the long sword, and the long sword emitting cold air was extremely dazzling under the evening light. She bent down and picked up the box, shaking it at a few people, with a slightly sarcastic tone.

"Theo Fiona, the eldest daughter of the Theo family, is a genius with a swordsmanship talent that is well-known throughout the continent." Mo Xi slowly took off his hat and bowed slightly. His black pupils shone with a black light under the sun. He spoke calmly about Fiona's origin.

"I haven't seen her before. Are you their leader? A new face." Fiona looked at Mo Xi and recalled the Dark Crow members she knew in her mind. When she found that she had no information about this person, her expression became solemn for a moment. The unknown represents danger. This is an eternal truth.