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When Yan Feng Qili was still a substitute, he had met an old man.

He was about eighty years old, and he looked old because of poverty. He lives in the French countryside and teaches for free in an elementary school.

He was his target, a 'heretic' identified by the Templar Church. Yan Feng Qili came here for only one purpose - that is, to kill him.

Originally, it was a very simple matter. Just like Qili had done countless times: he only had to stab the black key into the old man's heart, and the task was done. But this time, before doing that, there was a conversation between the two that shouldn't have been, so that fate went on a different track.

"What's wrong young man, do you need help?".

“……”

Qili knew his identity from the beginning.

Yes.

He was neither majestic nor rich, and his weather-beaten body was a little rickety. His hands were also rough on crutches: furrows embedded in rocky skin—the folds of which were proof of his labor.

He didn't live long.

Yan Feng Qili clearly knew this. Even if he didn't do it himself, the old man's life was running out.

He is like the old man who can be seen in many places: he has toiled all his life, as if he has dedicated his life to trivial things, and in the end he is only a rotten shell waiting to be forgotten by everyone.

Why did such an old man become a heretic?

Yan Feng Qili didn't understand, and he didn't intend to understand: but just when he was going to do it as before. The old man's words changed his mind.

"If you're not in a hurry, why don't you come to my house and sit down?"

“…… No, bother. ”

Yan Feng Qili himself didn't know why he was talking to the old man.

Maybe it's the old man's age that reminds him of his father, or maybe it's a mistake brought about by his youth.

In short, wait until Qili realizes that she has misbehaved and has done something she would not normally do. He was already sitting in the old man's living room, with a cup of hot tea in front of him.

"There's no good tea at home, so please don't dislike it. ”

“……”

Qili didn't know what to say. In fact, he was very cramped, and although he followed the topic to the old man's house, what he had to do did not change.

He's here to kill.

"It's okay to go into the house, if you do it here, it won't be a little trouble," Qili thought, intending to do it immediately. But just before he could put his idea into action, the old man opened the topic again.

"So, what confusion do you have? ”

“…… Be. ”

The old man's tone was an affirmative sentence, and Qili did not hide it.

Unlike the magicians who hunted heretics in the past, he knew how weak and powerless the old man in front of him was—he was the patriarch of the 'Human Sect', the high-ranking of that heretical sect. But unlike the rule that magicians are more dangerous the older they get, the elders in the 'Human Sect' tend to be weak.

They lack vigilance, they have too much compassion, and some don't even have basic strength. And the old gentleman in front of him is a model of this.

He was dying of old age.

"Yes. ”

The old man smiled gently.

"If you don't mind, can you talk to the old man? Although I haven't made any name for myself after living for so long, I still have some experience in life. ”

“……”

Qili didn't answer immediately. He looked at the old man and fell silent, his eyes empty and indifferent.

"So, let me guess. ”

The old man didn't mind, shrugged his shoulders with a little regret, he opened the sugar box on the coffee table, and added a sugar cube to his teacup.

"Look at the way you look, are you confused about life?".

“……”

"Empty, lonely, unreal, not knowing what you want, not knowing the meaning of your birth. Day after day, repeating the life planned by others, acting to meet the expectations of others...... You're tired of living like this. ”