Is it really free?

Not long after he walked out of the city gates, Arthur stopped. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Werther and Naine distanced themselves from the boy.

"Arthur?" Nain was the first to turn back, and soon Werther stopped, "Why don't you leave?"

Arthur was sure that the four days that didn't know what would happen, the four days without the sword, the four days that depended on his companions for protection, no.

"Wait for me. ”

After a brief remark, Arthur turned and ran back to the city gate.

Nayin and Werther looked at each other, and both raised their eyebrows with puzzled expressions.

Although puzzled, since Arthur let him wait, Nayin and Werther waited in place. The two of them took out their maps and looked at the routes they were going to take.

Arthur soon returned.

He smiled brightly and waved to Nayin and Witt as he walked.

Seeing Arthur's long-lost smile on his face, Witt asked him, "What did you do?"

Arthur returned the dagger to Werther and showed his companion the sword hidden inside his coat, pinned to the right side of his waist.

Witt furrowed his eyebrows and said in a serious tone, "Don't tell me you picked it up." ”

Arthur laughed absentmindedly: "It's already in my hands anyway, and I don't plan to return it." ”

Naine looked Arthur from head to toe and foot to head, and asked worriedly, "Arthur, are you not hurt?"

"I?haha, how could it be. ”

Witt could understand Arthur's psychology, and he thought that since he had already done it, he could only leave Sean as soon as possible to avoid another turmoil.

Glancing at the city gate, Witt sighed helplessly and said, "Even if I pay it back now, I'm afraid I won't be able to go back, let's go quickly." ”

Arthur snickered, and as he walked behind Nayin and Werther, he looked back at the city gates, and he was sure that the soldier he dragged into the alley and knocked unconscious would not wake up for a while.

"So, let's talk. ”

Arthur looked at the quietly burning campfire.

His left leg is half-stretched forward, supporting his dangling left arm, his right leg is coiled inward, and in his right hand he holds a small branch with a bend in the middle, stirring the wood from time to time, as if trying to control the dancing flame, so that it can bloom in the same disorderly dance as it likes.

The campfire was too small to illuminate anything. The towering pine trees are hidden in the darkness, and the bright stars lose their meaning because there are no spectators.

In addition to the light, the warmth of the campfire was also limited, but the rain that had fallen a few hours earlier did not add much to the coldness of the night. Occasionally, water droplets fall from the green pine leaves, or there is an abrupt ticking sound, or they are happy to be lonely, and continue in silence.

The fresh scent of the forest after the rain did not bring the boy a sense of relaxation and pleasure as usual.

From the low-hanging face reflected in the firelight, from the hand grasping the branch to stir up the bonfire, the restlessness, doubt, fear, anger, patience, anticipation are revealed, and finally calm.

The boy's thin body was shrouded in darkness spread out with his clothes, only his face was still protected by the firelight, but it was not very clear. The black hair and black eyes of the same color seemed to be some kind of hidden danger, as if they could cause a mutiny at any moment, join the opposing faction, and then work together to grasp the shadows lurking on the shoulders of the boys, pulling the darkness into the range of firelight, and then devouring everything.

"What do you want to talk about? I've told you what you need to know. ”

"I told it, the part you wanted to tell. Arthur still looked down slightly at the campfire, he didn't want to look at the carrion sitting cross-legged on the other side of the campfire.

He thought he would smell rancid, but it was nothing more than disgust rooted in memory. He thought he would hear a rustling sound, like every time it came to his mind without warning or for any reason.

But Arthur couldn't hear the rustle that frightened him, and the sound of the carrion on the other side was so faint that Arthur had to concentrate to hear it.

Arthur felt strange that he wanted to hear the rustling sound at this moment, just to prove that the figure opposite was real, not his own hallucinations or conjectures.

"I don't want to see you like this, what you were like before you died, I want to see. ”

"It's really capricious and excessive. The carrion seemed to smile, "But I'll do what you want." ”

Arthur slowly looked up, and through the sparks flying on the campfire, he saw the face of a middle-aged man.

His ordinary appearance was gentle and noble because of his kind smile, and his long linen hair hung down in front of him, and near the end of the hair was tied a hair ring made of some kind of blue ore, which seemed to echo the blue pattern on the robe. The man's hands are folded, tucked into wide sleeves, his face is slightly lowered, his eyes are closed, and he looks like he is immersed in a sweet sleep.

This is a picture that surprises Arthur, he thinks he will see a big man with a hideous face, but the man in front of him is quiet and peaceful, and it makes people want to get close and obey.

Arthur wondered, is this what a priest looks like? Is this the power of a priest?

A rebellious mentality made Arthur furrow his eyebrows and tugged at the corners of his mouth: "Heh, it turns out that he is just an ordinary person." ”

"I'm also an ordinary person, aren't I?"

"Can the priests of Zait be considered ordinary people?" Arthur's brow furrowed even tighter, and there seemed to be a hint of anger burning in the black pupils that reflected the flames, and the young man's voice was a little deeper and more oppressive, "Alan Wagner Barnett. ”

But the middle-aged man was still calm and peaceful, and his voice was like his appearance, like a white cloud flowing in the sky, like green grass swaying in the wind, like a stream flowing quietly.

"Just call me Alan. ”

The difference between the man's posture and appearance was too great to that of the first meeting, and the gentle tone became the final reason why Arthur lowered his head and stopped looking at the other side.

Alan Wagner Barnett saw the boy's discomfort, but there was nothing he could do about it.

"This is what you were like before you died?" Arthur asked, as if with one last hope.

"Yes. ”

"It's hard to believe. ”

"I understand. ”

Arthur continued to stir a campfire with a branch, and a few sparks floated.

"Why do you obey my wishes and show me what you are, and why are you capable of doing it?"

"Because this is your world, you are the king of this world, and everything is under your control. ”

"Minecraft?"

"You should have discovered why there is darkness all around, why you can't see your companions, why you can't feel the presence of time and space. ”

"Am I dreaming?"

"If you say it's a dream, that's a dream. ”

"You're perfunctory. ”

"That's perfunctory. ”

"You!" Arthur jerked his head up, his right hand reaching for his waist to draw his sword to attack, but he saw that the man across from him kept his eyes closed and smiled, and he regained his composure for the umpteenth time.

"Doesn't it mean that I am the king of this world, and everything is under my control?

"How do you know that you are not choosing the questions and answers?"

After a few seconds of silence, Arthur looked back at the campfire, and the branches continued to tease.

"I want to know the truth. ”