Chapter 67: Leviel's Extra Story

  After dealing with the few people in front of me who were no match for me, I looked at the man lying on the ground with a mixture of resentment and fear in his eyes, expressionless, and walked away.

  I slightly raised my hand to look at the bloodstains from others on my arm that had already coagulated, and involuntarily furrowed my brow. I washed it off at a roadside water tap for a long time until the color was finally gone. Only then did I continue walking back.

  Life in the underground city is not interesting at all, it's just a daily routine.

  Day breaks, day ends.

  Apart from the inevitable fighting, most of the time is boring enough to make people moldy.

  I don't think there's anything wrong with this kind of life. Life is like that, even for those who work hard every day on Central Street, isn't it the same - eating and sleeping, sleeping and eating? What's the essential difference between them and me?

  After taking a bath, I lay in my own house and fell asleep with nothing to do.

  I am still young, what is there to worry about?

  Until I was brought back by Elvin a few years later to investigate the troops, my previous life didn't have many earth-shattering events. At most, it was just a notorious hoodlum.

  So what, it's my business, no one has ever had the right to point fingers at me.

  My own life, I know better than anyone else.

  After entering the Survey Corps, I used my power on the "right path", and for the Titans, my existence is probably a huge disaster.

  As for this phenomenon, I don't have any particular feeling. However, I must admit that although I've never said it out loud, when I see the soldiers who fought together losing their lives in the mouths of those ugly, ignorant and stupid Titans, for the first time I had a clear goal - to wipe out all the Titans.

  This goal sounds unrealistic, but I will keep doing it. As long as I do it, there will be results. As long as I see them, I'll kill them all.

  Maybe I've changed, maybe I haven't.

  I didn't think I had changed much, but those new recruits always came to see what the legendary "strongest human" company commander was like.

  Oh, every time I see that group of gossiping little demons, I feel like hitting them. The squad leader you all worship is a short and clean freak man with an expressionless face, aren't you satisfied?

  Those noisy little brats.

  The cook doesn't know if he's getting old and his eyes are dim, but the food he makes is getting worse by the day. Even if I can tolerate this strange taste, those little brats will stick around me all day with a long face, spitting out bitter water over and over again.

  I really can't stand this group of indecisive people, I finally made a decision.

  Find another cook.

  The first time I saw that little devil, he was lying on the ground with a pale face, looking like he had been granted a great amnesty.

  I turned up my nose at him in disdain, gave him a scornful once-over, and then deliberately flopped down on the ground so that his body and face couldn't avoid getting muddy. I stared at him for a few seconds before turning to Thomas with a frozen expression.

  "Thomas, don't tell me the cook you brought is a little devil who likes to drool on the floor."

  As I watched Thomas make a definite response, I twitched the corner of my mouth, but saw that the little devil on the ground actually raised his hand and rubbed his chin.

  Forcing a straight face to suppress the inexpressible laughter, I raised my hand to cover my face, this idiot.

  He picked up his collar and threw him into the water tank, and after he washed and changed into new clothes, I had an unexpected discovery that he was actually a double black. Black and straight long hair, shiny dark eyes. Can't deny, he looks good.

  I took him to the conference room and briefly introduced him. It seemed that everyone had been resentful of the previous chef for a long time, so when they saw him, they naturally burst out with great enthusiasm. I'm too lazy to comment on this, these people get excited too easily.

  The food he made wasn't exquisite, but it had a kind of nostalgic flavor. It's hard to say what was different about it, but it really opened up one's appetite.

  I reluctantly admit that his culinary skills are barely passable.

  I didn't expect this time's investigation outside the wall to be so severe. I frowned and arranged the order, but was told that Dr. McVell had gone out for a consultation and happened not to be there.

  For the tricky situation in front of me, I ordered a few soldiers to carry the seriously injured soldier onto a stretcher and take some emergency measures.

  However, it was clear that these soldiers could not control the situation well. At this time, that little devil actually ran down and squatted beside a soldier. Frowning and walking over, just about to grab the troublemaking little devil back, he saw him checking the soldier's condition.

  I stopped and watched for a while his skilled movements, the soldier's face was still very pale, but it could be seen that he was better than at first.

  Who would have thought that this little devil actually knows medicine?

  I quietly watched the young man named Lü calmly treating the soldiers' wounds, his movements were orderly and he was able to command other soldiers who didn't know what to do to do their best, not wasting a single moment.

  Although calm, the young man did not forget to lighten his movements as much as possible during the examination, and hung a warm smile on his face, allowing the soldiers who were suffering from pain to get the greatest relaxation mentally.

  From this young man's every move, it can be seen that this medical expert, with an maturity that doesn't match his age, and the unique convincing and reassuring power of a doctor.

  Through observation, I have concluded that he is a mysterious and unique boy, unlike any other I have ever seen.

  As I watched Lü's movements with my arms around me, I thought of a possibility. Maybe this little devil can serve as a military doctor on the go. As long as I personally train him well, then there is no need to worry that this little devil will drag down the troops.

  But even if I came to teach in person, individual effort is still crucial. Generally speaking, the doctors he has seen rarely join the army.

  I inadvertently saw the weight revealed under Lü's sleeve, and I was slightly stunned before my mouth corners rose for a moment. Whether or not one has talent is not the most important thing; people who work hard are those I have always admired.

  I put this idea into action.

  After passing the superior, I became the exclusive training officer of that little devil. On the first day, before dawn, I had him get up and run laps.

  What seems like simple and unskilled basic training is actually the most important. Only when the foundation is solid, after laying a solid foundation, can there be a significant leap forward.

  Gaining strength is not something that can be accomplished overnight, it requires a lot of effort and dedication before one can gradually become stronger.

  A lot stored up but little brought forth.

  Other soldiers may complain or be lazy, but Liu is not. No one is born serious, it's all about personal habits. If you want to be serious, you can really take your own affairs seriously.

  Although the coach grumbled, he still ran diligently. I, who had never cared about other trainees before, unexpectedly stayed to watch until the end.

  I absolutely refuse to admit that I have some inexplicable attention towards this strange little devil. When he went to take a bath, I went to the training grounds.

  I didn't think that after so many tragic incidents, someone would still come to challenge me. I took a closer look at the tall and sturdy training soldier in front of me, slightly tilting my head back, and the contrast in height made me feel that this challenge was worth accepting.

  After easily taking care of the large soldier, I saw Lutz standing to one side. But somehow, his expression seemed suspiciously changeable.

  Then he came before me with a stern expression, I raised an eyebrow, "Something's up?" What was so unusual about this strange little devil?

  "I want to sing a song for you."

  I love flat-bottomed pot

  Because I love my wife

  With her, I have a home.

  With her, there is fire at home.

  I love flat-bottomed pot

  Because it represents her love for me

  The more you hit, the more you want to be intimate.

  Scolding is love, the more you scold me, the more I love.

  Life is just like this

  Don't be annoyed by the noise and chaos.

  All this fuss is for me

  Ordinary wolf loves ordinary life

  Just go home and have another pot of it

  As long as I have my wife when I go home

  I love my wife

  I love my wife

  I love my wife

  I love my wife

  Every time I hear him sing a sentence, the blue vein on my forehead jumps once.

  This guy, is he pretending to be stupid or trying to provoke me?

  Are you saying your wife is me? I'm being very sincere when I say, you're thinking too much.

  I actually waited until he finished singing, it seems that my endurance has increased again. In such an extreme situation, I can still sit calmly and not make a fuss, should I say that I am calm and self-restrained?

  I even asked another question.

  "This is what you want me to sing?"

  Yes.

  I still maintain the tranquility of a hundred years unchanged." "Is that so."

  The next day, I spent a whole day repairing it in the name of an instructor. I've never said that I'm a person with a broad mind who doesn't hold grudges.

  I looked down at him and asked.

  "Do you still want to love?"

  He just looked at me with a bewildered expression, as if he didn't understand what I meant. For some reason, I felt a little anxious and couldn't remain calm like I was initially.

  "Even if you're being serious, you should have some self-awareness. The wife is definitely you."

  I think I said something like that, although afterwards I thought I probably took the wrong medicine.

  I don't know when it started, but Yu began packing lunch for me.

  To be honest, being a mentor to him is quite relaxing. He studies diligently and isn't stupid, so I don't need to point out too much to him. As long as I tell him what he should do to get stronger, he'll just follow suit. Plus, there's an added bonus of having someone who doesn't mind helping out with chores like bringing food.

  I always thought it was just a bad joke of the people who built the base that the restaurant is so far away.

  Now that I have someone to help me bring food, I feel much more relaxed. It has to be admitted that law is already a necessity in this regard.

  I don't remember when it started, but not only breakfast, lunch and dinner, the law also helps me bring them directly to my room.

  Due to my cleanliness habit, no one has ever entered the room I belong to, but he seemed to easily eliminate my rejection. In an inexplicable way, I unknowingly got used to his existence before I even realized it.

  A person who has always been meticulous about cleanliness, when seeing him directly pounce onto the bed, his first reaction was not to frown, but only to feel helpless and amused.

  I don't know when I changed, but the result is already obvious.

  There are many things in this world that have happened before they were noticed, and the reason may be that simple and insignificant things can constitute a valid reason.

  Five years have passed and too many things happened, I've forgotten the details about others, but the law is filled with all my memories, accumulating into a terrible thickness.

  Even if I wanted to forget, it's impossible to throw away five years of memories. And I didn't want to forget either.

  He thought he had disguised himself well before leaving, but I already knew.

  Mei Qian told me everything before she left. I knew Lü Chi would leave sooner or later, and maybe it wasn't because he wanted to leave himself.

  But even if I knew that getting it would mean losing, I still chose to be with him. Because I know that even if I don't start, it doesn't prove that the emotions accumulated over 1,900 days will disappear; if I don't reach out and grab him, my future days will become more and more unbearable.

  He left a letter, which I didn't read.

  I said I would wait, but this bill will have to be settled together eventually.

  The days without you, I've changed a lot of habits. It wasn't until after you left that I realized you had already set up a chess game for me, and every step I took afterwards would remind me of you because of the habits that were hard to change.

  When I'm hungry, when I want to go to the woods, when I investigate outside the wall.

  I never realized that Ryou had left such a deep impression on my life. All of my memories contain his presence. Suddenly, without him, it feels like everything I do is uncertain and unsteady, unlike before when things came easily to hand. Even the new recruits this year can evoke memories of Ryou. I don't know why Ryou guided those three in their training, but he would always do strange things that didn't make sense and were hard to guess at. But for Ryou, there must have been a reason - of course, I'm not saying Ryou isn't an idiot. He's always been a bit foolish.

  Not long after Lv left, many people came to ask me where he went.

  "I don't know."

  "We all thought you two were always together, so you would know where he went. Not even you know if we'll ever see him again."

  I held my breath for a moment and then pursed my lips tightly.

  Yes, even I don't know, how can we find him again?

  Lü once asked me what I would do if one day he went to a very far away place.

  I maintained calm on my face and replied to him.

  "Wait."

  One word is worth a thousand gold. It's not because keeping promises is difficult, but the process is accompanied by an undeniable sense of emptiness that can't be ignored.

  How difficult it is.

  I still like to walk into that forest when I have nothing to do. I remember it was on that day, and the trees were shading here.

  It's like being in another world.

  The scenery doesn't reveal any changes over time, but the two people lying on the big rock are no longer there.

  Things have changed, people have moved on.

  My mood is actually very calm, the only thing that has changed is probably my expression becoming more monotonous. I know that Mitsuba from the "Three-person group" gave me a nickname, but inexplicably, probably because they were the first to ask me where Ritsu went after he disappeared, I don't want to bother with a girl like that.

  My life hasn't changed much, the main storyline is still about killing Titans and conducting investigations outside the walls - oh yeah, a lot of things have happened recently, so taking care of that kid named Eren is also one of my tasks now.

  Recently things have gotten busy because of Allen's ability to giantize and also there has been a breakthrough in the progress of the Giant Enigma.

  In those days, these were all I lived for, with only two core nouns: Giant, Survey Corps.

  In the past, I thought this life was enough, but now even though I'm still doing the same things, it's no longer as satisfying as before.

  People are always greedy, and I'm no exception. In this matter, there's no need for me to be dishonest.

  What was originally just a work matter has taken on a different meaning with Rong's participation, but now Rong is no longer here.

  I didn't become lax in my work because of this, and I think I have fulfilled my responsibilities.

  Although still fully committed, it seems to have become dull.

  I've never felt this way before, now I'm just exhausted.

  I originally thought my life would remain stagnant with no new changes, but then Luyu came back.

  When he appeared in front of me, even if his clothes were a style I had never seen before and his appearance had changed somewhat, I knew that was him.

  "So you're back after all."

  The young man's eyes were slightly red, and after repeating it to himself for half a day, he finally whispered out the name that had been grinding in his heart thousands of times. "Lewell."

  "I miss you."

  I stood still for a long time, just looking at that figure who seemed to have gone through too much and was exhausted.

  After years of separation, I once again lifted the corners of my lips in front of him, walked over and pressed them against his.

  Fool, I miss you too.

  The warm sunset suddenly arrives, and the long day has no chill.

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