Chapter Twenty-Seven: Defeated Dogs

Boom...

A dull echo lingered in the sky. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Rodriten looked up, and what he saw was an endless black.

Like ink, deep darkness.

The sun doesn't know where to go, and the rain is like a demon, quickly blocking the sky...

It's like deliberately trying to mock yourself, and it's unbearable.

"Tia..."

Subconsciously, I want my partner to dispel the dark clouds. But after waiting for a long time and no response, Rod remembered with a wry smile.

Tia had already been sent into a deep sleep by herself because of her lack of magical powers.

Heroic spirits that lack magic will become weaker and weaker, and the same is true for elves who lack magic.

Rhodes didn't want to see his partner have that kind of expression.

That guy who will definitely be strong...

So, no matter how annoying it is, sure enough, this kind of weather can only be endured.

If I still reluctantly urge the power of the wind now, I'm afraid that it will only turn to ashes in an instant...

I hate that feeling... It's terrible.

But even now, it's not much better.

The loss of magic power inadvertently reminds people of mud dams built by young children but kicked at will, full of loopholes and fragile.

No matter what you do, the lost things are irretrievable, just like using your hands to scoop water, even if you can hold on for a while, it is only for a while.

Boom...

Almost instantly, cold enough to remind you of the sharp rain that soaked through the garment, the thick fabric of the trench coat could resist a little at first, but with the inaction of the owner, the liquid sliding down the neckline accelerated the process.

"It's really...

It was cold, the clothes stuck to the body, and the rain-soaked fabric became unusually heavy. Movements that involve the limbs.

It was a heavy and burdensome part of the soul.

Bang Bang

The stagnant water on the side of the road quickly accumulated, and the dust in the streets and alleys on the path was driven away by this nectar, laying a different kind of desertion.

Bang ...

Stepping on the wet ground, the slight stagnant water splashed with an indescribable sound. If it's a happy person, it's probably more pleasant, right? If it's a sad person, it's sad.

But what kind of mood do you feel?

Are you sorry?

Ask yourself, all you have left behind is doubt...

What exactly did Rodrithe Saltitius pursue in his life?

Yourself, or yourself?

There's not much time left to return.,When you go back.,Will you still remember this experience?I'm just a backup.,And since it's a backup.,Even if it doesn't exist.,It doesn't matter.,For the ontology.,It's probably just a dream.。

But I'm very concerned about it anyway...

This war, really calm down, there are really a lot of doubts...

Stand quietly and feel the coolness that calms down your body and mind. When I opened my eyes, I didn't close them even though I was dripping with rain and uncomfortable. If you are a human being, there is no doubt that it is a foolish act that damages your eyesight, but for yourself who can even question your existence, it is just a feeling of self.

Yes...

"Who am I?"

Ask yourself.

Rodriette Saltisius had a perfect experience.

Born in Cornwall, he was a natural knight, tough, good, strong but not arrogant, humble, but sticking to his own path, self-denial was his motto, but never compromised.

Since I was very young, I have begun to practice martial arts, because when I was young, I didn't have a weapon suitable for my body type, so the technique that I have been exercising is for the body, which belongs to the category of giant weapons, and it has been until I have completely adapted to this technology and become a legend...

But there's always something wrong...

Why do you want to learn swordsmanship?

Looking back on the experience, it seems to be to protect Nafini, to protect the girl who has been gently smiling at herself.

But... Is that realization, which longs to protect that girl, really something that you can have when you're just a few years old?

It's as unbelievable as the Arabian Nights.,How did I do it...

Bang Bang

The water dripped slowly down the hanging hand.

Pools of water that hang down like silver threads to the ground.

"Is it really me?"

Well, even if it's really me, I can be cheeky and say that I'm a genius and a real hero.

But...

Why am I...

I miss this era that doesn't belong to me...

I don't want to leave, I want to stay.

I want to stay in this strange but familiar world.

Obviously, in his own life, whether it was the era when he was still practicing martial arts in the village, or the era of traveling after the village was destroyed, and then counting the short career of following the king.

I haven't had it, I can't have it, I can't have it, this kind of experience...

What is there in your life that you don't know?

Or is it even all fake?

Aimlessly, he continued walking, there was no place he wanted to go, and Rhodes strolled quietly.

In this way, before disappearing, think about the value of your own existence, the need to exist, and then die without doing anything.

It's still very valuable...

But isn't that how it should be?

In life, work hard for everything, and then succeed, such a thing does not exist in the first place.

It is precisely because of this regret that what cannot be done is the real life. Is there really a life where you can go on with a smile and a smooth sailing?

No, of course not.

It's like this sky, there's always a cloud, isn't it?

So, it doesn't matter, just want to know.

Who I really am and why, I am so nostalgic and familiar with this world, but I don't know anything.

What should have been known, what was known, but never existed.

How interesting is that?

Right?

Is that so?

What's going on?

I really want to open such a box and see what is filled inside.

It's such a feeling.,I want to cry.,Laugh.,There's an urge to tear something.,The sound of joy and joy in my heart.,It's like...

I really like the feeling...

It's full of realism.

The search for the unknown, the desire to obtain.

Isn't this the thing that I probably longed to abandon, but was proven to be impossible?

The only thing that belongs to oneself is true.

I like to like like

No...

That's not right...

"Haha..."

Happy, so happy...

"Hahahaha..."

Where do you like this?

"Ahahaha...

It's not that superficial at all...

Tears flowed from the smiling face.

But are they tears? Isn't it rain?

Mixed with the liquid of happiness, isn't it the rain that flows into the eyes?

I plundered the things that came in nature and turned them into tears... What a proud feeling.

This, how can it be liked?

Yes, love.

That's right, that's it, undoubtedly, the noblest thing of mankind, in the hands of you.

That's how it should be...

Rodritte, you're the one who only loves yourself...

Walking while laughing, his swaying steps stepped on the stagnant water and splashed countless wonderful waves.

I've been discovering it for a long time, but it's not the same thing that I can read it out loud now.

Guildre, Lancelot, it's all like that, right?

No, it's not just them, King Arthur, the King of Conquest, and even the oldest heroic kings, it's like this...

The most arrogant human population. Not a madman, not a tyrant, not a governor, not a non-human seeking immortality.

"It's us..."

Bathed in the rain of ice and sneering.

Such a posture is still tall and majestic, just standing, like a tower-like majesty, and the sneering eyes can't extinguish the divine light.

This pride.

It is the greatest stupidity, the greatest arrogance.

Arrogant is always a hero.

Even a person who claims to be humble is an being who attaches his will to others.

'You're not right, I'm right'

'I may be wrong, but you are absolutely wrong'

'I don't know if it's right or wrong, but I'll try to move forward'

Even if such a thing is said, even if it sounds good, even if it can be heard, isn't it the same?

Stick to your own path and go to the end, if you don't confirm your will, you can't do it.

The biggest achievement is my own arrogance, because I came to the end, so I got the proven arrogance.

There is no doubt that they stand on people, and they have obtained the arrogant people who have an extraordinary posture.

How can they love others?

They only love themselves...

I love my own will, I love my persistence, and I love the road that has come to the end, even if I keep saying regrets, saying that I have wishes, or other more touching words of blood and tears.

But at the end of the day, these guys only love themselves...

"yes...

I opened my arms slightly, trying to embrace the sky, but all I could see was clouds.

I wanted to shout loudly, but it was only for a moment, and I calmed down.

"Cut..."

It's an uncomfortable feeling.

This feeling, this kind of thinking, I can think boldly with confidence, and sure enough...

"What about the negative dog..."

It's so dishonest.

Retract your arms and continue walking.

Will the night sky be full of stars tonight?

I can't see it...

No matter how much you think about it, even if you grasp the reality, it's the same.

Deceitful...

How can you love yourself...

Rain alley, where there are no stray dogs, there is no room for people to see themselves...