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April in Nalto has already started to warm up, and you won't feel cold even if you wear short-sleeved clothing.

The morning wind blows, bringing a comfortable temperature to soothe the hearts of people who have been in a bit of panic and irritability lately, but it also brings with it the smell of blood from afar, which represents the loss of a life.

The streets of Nalto are still so lively, and the smell of blood from time to time can't change people's habit of being busy for life.

At the breakfast stand on the street, people are using this little free time to talk about the things of these days.

"Hey, Jason, are you going to the tavern for a drink?" the man in Nalto's casual shorts and trousers patted his friend who was eating breakfast.

"Hey, what are you drinking? Someone over there jumped off the building again, which is really unlucky. The man waved his hand and grumbled.

"I don't know what the association is doing to pick up those people out, and every once in a while they die, it's really unlucky. The casually dressed man sat down across from him and complained.

Enacylin, who was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and black casual pants on the side of the "......", did not speak, but silently finished the breakfast in his hand, wiped the corners of his mouth, paid the breakfast money to the boss and left.

In fact, in the past month, he has heard a lot of similar words. People have been talking about this since the first suicide in the training camp.

At first, they were shocked and angry, constantly condemning the inhumane acts of Mafia, but later they began to pay attention to those who had come out of the training camp, expressing their anger and concern for the victims, and then, the frequent suicides caused them to panic and worry about the safety and security of the people and their own safety.

Then, I don't know when, people kept complaining about the victims, asking them why they committed suicide, and some even started to condemn them.

Slowly, words such as "Why did you get brought to the training camp and don't you know why?", "If it weren't for the fact that you were wearing too little, how could Mafia have thrown you to the training camp?" and "Don't act like a victim, okay? You dare to say that you are having a bad time inside?"

The victims have inexplicably become the object of condemnation, and vicious and ugly words have emerged one after another. And the guild that brought them out was constantly under attack, and the sculpture on the gate Calencina complained every day about the eggs and leaves that were thrown at it.

This ridiculous-sounding development is happening.

Eneracillin spent the month walking the streets, observing the faces of passers-by and listening to people's small talk.

At first, the reaction of the people was indeed as shocked and angry as he thought, but later, the impatience and the condemnation of the victims made him feel incredible, and he did not understand why people would condemn the victims in turn, thinking that everything was the fault of the victims......

These words were not expected by Ernacillin, and he now understood that what Mo and Chico said was not wrong, he was indeed too naïve, he had never thought that people could say such vicious and ugly words.

He remembered the gray-haired boy who showed him the way, and remembered what the boy had said, "Those children can't stay in this kind of place until they are despairing and numb like me." ”

But would there be hope when you get out of there? A month ago, Enacillicline would have said "yes" with certainty.

But now, he can't be sure. Perhaps those children who have returned home may have hope, and those who are not accepted by their families are not easy to say.

Needless to say, when Ernacillin came home from work the afternoon before yesterday, his mother Natis told him that the girl who had just moved in next door tried to commit suicide by cutting her wrists with a dinner knife sent by the association at home. At present, the girl has been sent to a special sanatorium set up by the association, and the psychiatrist chats with her every day.

Enacillin walked down the street, there was a smell of noise in the air, and he followed it to find the roots, and it was the crowd around a five-story building in front of him, which looked very lively.

It's just that this kind of excitement is accompanied by malice that is about to turn into substance.

"Be careful. "Eneraicillin held the child who had hit him in the leg because of the crowd.

He followed the crowd and looked up, and at the top of the building was a man with a handsome face like an angel and a melancholy temperament like a poet, dressed in a wide white robe. He looked like he was twenty years old at most, and his face was one that Ernacillin would never forget, the numbness and desperation that was unique to the people in the training camp.

Enacylin's pupils shrank, and he seemed to see the boy who had shot himself in the temple with a smile.

"I said, if you want to jump, jump quickly! Don't waste your time, okay?"

"It's just that after jumping early, contact the association early to clean up the streets, and be so happy to be seen as a monkey?"

"Hey, looking at him like that, he probably came out of the training camp. Let's jump and don't waste time. Eh, I bet he wouldn't have dared to jump, otherwise he would have hesitated for so long. ”

"Eh, I also think that he will not dare to jump, or we should persuade him?

The laughter of several people around him reached Enacylin's ears, and one of them patted him on the shoulder and asked him what he thought with a grin.

Ennacyrin did not answer.

The man beside him didn't hear the answer he wanted, only saw Ernacillin hurrying close to the building, running a few steps and climbing up to the pipe on the periphery of the building, holding the pipe above him and pulling hard, kicking his toes, repeating it several times, and then going up to the top of the building at great speed.

"Hey, he's not going to try to persuade him, is he's changing his brain to his face?" the man was stunned for a moment, and pointed to Ernacillin to communicate with the people around him.

"Who knows? You care so much about him. ”

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"Sir, please wait a minute!" said Ernacillrin, who climbed to the fifth floor at a speed that he could never do in training, and shouted loudly before he could catch his breath.

Standing on the edge of the top floor, the man with a poet's temperament turned his head sharply, obviously not expecting that someone would climb up from the outer wall with his bare hands.

"Sorry to scare you. It's just that you really don't think about it anymore?" Ernacillin finally calmed down his breath, "If a person dies, then it really doesn't exist, please come down, can we have a good talk?"

Ernacillin didn't really know how to dissuade a person who wanted to die, so he could only cautiously test the other party with questions.

Then Eneracyrin saw him smile as warm as the sun and as deep as the ocean.

He heard the voice that characterizes the bard: "You are the only one who has called me sir all these years." His words were plain and soft, but they gave the impression that he was reciting verses.

"Thank you so much for coming up to dissuade me. But......" he shook his head slightly, "I can't bear the malice of this world anymore. His voice was like a feather falling, soft and clean.

"I was fifteen or sixteen, yes, when you were your age, I was a bard. I spent two years traveling a lot and reciting a lot of psalms. ”

"A lot of people like my voice, they like my looks, they love the verses I chant. They like to call me ......" He paused, then slowly spat out a word as if he had finally remembered, "Angel." ”

The word struck at Ernacillin's heart. Indeed, the poet in the white robe in front of him was like a real angel in the sunlight.

"That's funny, isn't it?" he chuckled a few times as he looked down at the laughing crowd below. "But at that time, I just thought that I could bring warmth and courage to people by reciting poetry. So, I went to the refugee area, to the training camp. Then I was picked off my hamstring and turned into the filthy state I am now. ”

"I have to say that the association's healing technique is really magical, and even the pain of so many years can be healed. Originally, I thought that I would only have to live that life in that hell for the rest of my life, but the association brought me out. He looked down at his bare foot, which had a very hideous wound. "I thank you for coming up to dissuade me. But you know, I'm a poet, and poets always like to do something poetic. ”

Ernacillin didn't know what to say, he didn't want to interrupt the poet.

"So, here I am. I want to take a final look at how much more malice people can have. ”

Then it turned out that this kind of malice is unbearable. He looked up at Enacillicillin and smiled slightly, then glanced at the still heckling crowd below: "Actually, you don't have to worry about me, their words don't have any effect on me, just like you pour a glass of water into the sea, it doesn't make a difference." ”

"What really makes me desperate is that they are so malicious that they are just a glass of water in the ocean. In such a purgatory-like world, I can't hold on anymore. ”

"Thank you again for coming out of your way to persuade me and for listening to me so much here. He smiled like a very gentle and clean smile, like a real angel.

At this time, Enacillin instinctively sensed that something was wrong, and subconsciously rushed up to try to hold him.

"Nope. The wide white robe made a graceful arc in mid-air, like the wings of an angel.

It was too late, and Ernacillin only felt his fingertips brushing his fingers, like fine sand running through his fingers.

His figure in a white robe was like a thin, clean feather, dyed blood-red when it fell to the ground.

Ernacillin saw a feather fall into the sea of blood-colored flowers, surrounded by black, turning into real malice.

“...... I didn't expect him to really jump. ”

"I thought he wouldn't dare......"

"What are you still sighing about? Hurry up and contact the association to clean it up! It's really bad luck, another one has died. ”

These words reached Ernacillin's ears word for word, and a psychic spell called "Falling" was constructed, and he landed beside the already shattered Mr. Poet.

Ernacillin couldn't stop him, so he had to come and see the gentleman off one last time.

"Eh, what are you going to do! You've already contacted the association, what are you still doing to join in the fun?" was the first person to pat him on the shoulder, and at the same time, he was also the first group of people to coax.

"Excuse me. "Eneracillin used psionic construction to collect everything that belonged to Mr. Poet in the vicinity, reconnected it with psionic energy, and then constructed a bag to carefully pack Mr. Poet's body.

"Eh, you, I've told you all about the association......"

"I am the Guild's B-class psionic envoy Siam, and I have the authority to deal with events that I see and that are within my power. What other questions do you have?" Ernacillicline picked up the bag containing the remains of Mr. Poet and looked him straight into the other's eyes, his eyes cold and sharp.

"Uh......" The man couldn't help but take a few steps back, the B-level psionic envoy was already in the category of high-risk tasks, and it was difficult for ordinary people to reach them.

Ignoring the people around him, Ernacillin raised his legs and walked towards the public cemetery.

Bang!

Not far away, the sound of a body falling to the ground sounded.

Ernacillin stopped, and after a moment, he raised his legs again and walked towards the cemetery, his back looking thin and weak.

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"Please put it away. What words should be engraved on the tombstone?"In order to avoid the breeding of evil things after death, and for the limited land resources, the association advocates the use of cremation, and the funeral expenses are borne by the association, and you only need to spend money to buy an urn, and you can have a place in the public cemetery.

"Well......" Enacillin took the finely patterned urn, which was the dignity that Mr. Poet deserved. "Like, 'This is a great poet.'" ”

"Uh...... Good. As a staff member of the public cemetery, although he was puzzled, he didn't ask much, after all, this was not in line with etiquette, not to mention that the gentleman in front of him bought the most expensive urn.

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A moment later, standing in front of the newly carved tombstone, Enacillin put down a bouquet of flowers he had just bought, and said softly:

"You are a great poet, and may from now on all the beauty of the world be yours. ”

He bowed, turned and walked out of the cemetery, his face gloomy.

Mr. Poet told him with his life that this world is a real purgatory. All those who carry ill will are devils in human skin.

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