Chapter 631 There’s No Need To Stoop To His Level

Sieben thought, ‘There’s no need to stoop to the level of someone weaker than me.’ "But the truth is, I'm the worst of the four." Sieben smiled faintly. “That’s why my brothers and sisters didn’t wanna take me with them." Although they were all from The Shadow, they did not have much of an attachment to each other. They were not born as assassins, but they were trained to be as emotionless as robots. "What was the mission?" Soren suddenly asked. He thought of something and added, "You said you were the youngest in that group. Didn’t you say that you had peers of the same age during the assessments?" Sieben’s fingers that were on Soren’s chest moved gently, so he could feel it clearly. "Actually, up till now, I still don’t know what the real mission was back then. As for my peers, those who failed the test were eliminated one year after another," Sieben said with no emotion. They were eliminated. They were not kicked out of The Shadow, and they were not dead. In the beginning, Sieben did not know what the examination meant and thought it was just a year-end thing. The people who did not pass the examination were considered failures by The Shadow. They would then be bought at a high price by other organizations, countries, or prestigious families to complete tasks that ordinary people could not even fathom. Soren had heard a little about this. He looked at Sieben’s calm face and could not imagine how a young child had survived all of this. At the mention of this, Sieben’s eyes became deep with emotion. Soren guessed that she had probably seen what happened to those kids who failed the assessment when she was young. After so many years, these events still affected her greatly even though she joked about it. "I don't think I’ve told you about the things I did when I was a child." Soren's hand on Sieben's waist tightened slightly. His voice was somewhat deep as he said, "After so many years, I don’t remember it very clearly." Sieben burrowed her head on his chest and was interested. "You never told me." "There’s nothing much to tell anyway." Soren looked into the void and laughed bitterly. "I was wandering the streets for as long as I can remember. Of course, a child can’t be on the streets for no reason, but I really can’t remember what happened when I was younger. I only remember that I secretly climbed on the train as a stowaway, slept under a bridge, laid on the roadside, and snatched food from the dumpster with stray dogs." "And then?" Sieben was a little lost in her imagination and could not help but ask. Soren sighed slightly. "Then, I met Quentin. The two of us fought over a half-rotten apple and later bumped into each other again under the bridge. It was early winter, and I recall that it was particularly cold that day. We got into a fight again, but somehow, we were huddled together by the end of the night. When I woke up the next morning, half of my body was cold and half of it was warm. I didn’t get sick and woke up to see Quentin next to me. Our relationship didn’t improve just because we were huddled up together for one night. Back then, that punk was even wilder than I was and liked to fight. Originally, we were about to fight again, but an older homeless man that was not far away from us suddenly screamed." When he mentioned this, he suddenly became downcast and slowly spoke, "After so long, I don’t remember exactly what he said, but basically, someone was dead." Soren felt that he should smoke a cigarette at this moment. Time flowed by like water, but the past was not necessarily a breeze. That was the first time Soren saw a dead body, and it was lying not far from where he slept at night. That corpse was stiff and his face was gray. That man froze to death. "Quentin and I were probably both scared at the time. We looked at each other and felt that we saved each other’s lives. Since then, both of us started wandering around together. Later, we were taken in by Old Master Guggenheim." When Soren mentioned this, Siebenn thought that she heard Soren’s voice choke a little. His voice quickly returned to normal as he continued, "You don’t have the chance to see Old Master Guggenheim anymore. He’s a great person and took us in, so Quentin and I grew up with the President. What I have now are all from the Old Master and the President." After that, Soren laughed. Sieben could feel the vibration of his chest and could hear his laugh clearly. "This is weird," Soren said, "I wanted to force you to tell me about your past. Instead, I started to tell you my story..." Sieben also laughed along with him. Before she finished laughing, Soren asked again, "So, which of the two brothers who went on the mission with you is trying to look for you now?" She was initially listening to Soren’s story and did not expect the topic to be changed back to her. Sieben hesitated for a moment and slowly nodded. "The youngest of the two brothers." "What about the rest?" Soren asked again, but he already guessed the answer as soon as he opened his mouth. Sure enough, Sieben's tone was flat without the slightest fluctuation in emotion when she said, "Dead. We were on a mission in France. The oldest brother and sister died, so only the two of us were left. He was very seriously injured at the time. Rather, I was the weakest of the four of us and sustained the lightest injuries. Later, we sent a message to The Shadow, but we didn’t get a reply. Somehow, Brother learned that our trainer died and there was turmoil within the organization. He made it seem that we failed the mission and all four of us lost our lives, then he took me into hiding." Sieben had omitted a lot of things, such as how her brother and sister died, and why she was injured the least. Also, what did The Shadow’s turmoil have to do with them? Why did they have to pretend to be dead? If no one had found them for more than ten years, why did her brother suddenly appear? Soren had so many questions, but Sieben did not intend to say more. Telling him this was probably her limit. After she finished speaking, she shrunk into Soren's embrace and buried her head in his chest. He wanted to ask her a lot of things, but in the end, he only asked the most meaningless question, "Were you scared?" "Hmm?" Sieben's voice was somewhat muffled in his chest. Her warm breath on his chest felt a little hot and tickling. Soren asked again, "Were you afraid when your brother and sister died?" Sieben laughed in a low voice. "Is it shameful to say that I was?" Soren did not speak. Sieben paused for a moment as she pressed the tip of her tongue against the roof of her mouth. She exhaled and said, "Yeah, I was very scared. I've seen dead people before, but I’ve never seen people around me die in such a bloody way. The Shadow wouldn’t usually assign any missions that involve assassinations before we turn twelve years old, so...I was very, very scared..." The man holding her tightly was silent for a moment.