"Bell... Clang... Clang. The dense and tight sound of bells echoed over the territory.

In the darkness, two faint fireflies flashed in their eye sockets, and Diller sat up and began to get dressed.

He didn't sleep, obviously he was already physically and mentally exhausted from participating in the war for days.

But he just didn't sleep, just kept his eyes open and silent in the dark, and he didn't know what he was waiting for.

He'd been like this for some time, and since Rose's soul had disappeared, he'd spent a few nights a month drowning himself in grief. After a few days of silence, then a few more days of irritability, and so on, the cycle is fulfilling.

Raising his hand and smearing it deeply on his face, Diller had to admit that Thor's was right.

The loneliest thing is not to be alone all the time, but to be alone again.

When his arm reached into the sleeve of his shirt, Diller lowered his head consciously, and the sleeve was indeed open again.

He pursed his lips silently and continued to slip his arms out of his sleeves.

This old coat is inevitably a little incompatible with today's Diller's status, and it is easy to give people a sense of unkempt despair.

But what does it matter?

When it comes to life attitude, Diller has always been in favor of Saul.

Saul said, "I never live for anyone else."

So other people are a fart, as long as I live freely, it's enough.

Diller has always considered himself a nostalgic person, like this old coat, for many years, probably like the black coat of the Saul guy. I still wear it, not because of the style or comfort, but because of my sister's stitch left on it.

Diller never told anyone that his sister had been killed by his own hands.

It does not refer to her own burial after she became seriously ill, but to the time when she first left her hometown.

At that time, I wanted to go outside, but I was afraid to face the unknown world alone, so I took my young sister with me. With a loved one around, maybe it wouldn't be so lonely, Diller thought.

At that time, Diller did not think that this was selfish, because he firmly believed or thought that he could bring a better life to his sister.

But many things, in the end, are just what I just think.

The fangs of reality have always been as sharp as knives, and he himself may be able to be scarred all day long, drinking all the malice around him as bitter wine. But my sister can't, or an innocent and innocent sister shouldn't go through the bumps of the world.

When I was young, I always wanted to turn the world upside down with the strength of one person.

Later, he finally realized that he had never been that kind of person, at most he was just a bug with a few ideas.

But his growing sister never blamed him, and when he returned to that cramped and dilapidated hut many nights of death, he could always see his sister sitting in the faint candlelight, carefully mending the old coat for him.

That warm image was frozen in the depths of Diller's heart, and became the wings on which he flew over the suffering countless times later.

It's a pity that good things can't last long, and now I can only remember those joys in my memory.

People who regard life as a journey will always encounter the scenery, quiet and distant.

People who regard life as a battlefield will always encounter a fight, which is violent and passionate.

Life is like this, what you choose will encounter something, there is no right or wrong, only bearing.

If she hadn't brought her sister to this filthy world herself, she might not have died. Now she may have been married, experienced a relatively peaceful life in the poor but simple countryside, and finally died in bed with a happy face.

When a person loses all his dependence, he grows up.

Since his sister left, Diller thought that this was the only way to live his life.

Alone in the endless darkness, there is no way to continue.

It wasn't until later that he met Thor's freak on the guillotine.

was deceived by his nonsense, and he embarked on a muddy journey again.

Remembering that Thor had dragged himself and Stint to build the territory in the first place, everyone thought it was an unattainable dream, a creative new joke. But laughing and laughing, when they looked back, they realized that they had done it, that they had succeeded.

Now that he is walking on the street, he will finally be called 'Master Diller' by others, but unfortunately his sister can't see it.

Later, when he met Rose, a step-sister, the second woman who would sew an old coat for herself.

Diller suddenly realized that his luck had not been used up.

It's a dirty, dark world, but it can still be shrouded in light.

The problem is, I've lost even Rose now.

Watching her fall asleep day after day, it seems that the powerlessness of her sister when she was seriously ill has come to entangle her again.

Rose is shining and special, she has never really been close to herself, and she has never really been far from herself.

So in the end, Diller thinks, even if I can't give you happiness, at least I can watch you be happy.

Rose has said that there is a saying on the streets of her hometown that a poor girl will often have only one of two endings: become a prostitute or starve to death. So she chose the third option, where she stole the money of the rich to help her own poverty.

At least in this fallen world, I'm my own hero, Rose said.

After listening to Rose's words, Diller looked at her with great determination and said, "From now on, I will be your hero."

But did I do it?

Listening to the chaotic sound of enemy attacks on the street outside, Diller raised his hand in the darkness and rubbed his eyes, opened the door and walked out.

It's time to kill something, maybe only killing can sober you up.

Or rather, sometimes killing is also a form of redemption.

If someone asks, is it killing that numbs people's hearts more or alcohol is more numb?

Diller thinks it's killing, because no matter how drunk you are, there will be a time to wake up.

But killing is different, it can make you live like you're drunk all day long.

Piercing through countless monstrous and twisted corpses again and again, Diller felt that he could finally get drunk.

The chaotic shouts of killing finally died down.

"Smack~" sucked the blood on the wound on his arm, and Diller spat on the ground.

Standing on the battlefield strewn with corpses, Diller felt his whole body shake a little. Looks like he can't be as fierce as Stante's green-skinned animal, damn it, that guy only has one damn hand left, and he can dance a broken scimitar like a tiger.

Facing the awe-inspiring gazes of the City Watch, Diller silently bowed his head and returned to the street.

"I can see that you are in pain right now!" suddenly a black-robed man walked beside Diller in the alleyway on the side of the street.

Diller stopped, tilted his head and looked at him silently.

"No matter how beautiful love is, no matter how happy life is, those are short and illusory, and all this will eventually fall into endless pain because of the ultimate loss. There is no escaping this pain, and the only way is to become the pain itself. The black-robed man danced.

"Come on, join us, and I promise you won't suffer again for the rest of your life. The black-robed man stretched out his withered claws to Diller.

Diller's eyes flickered a few times, and finally accepted the other party's guidance, and followed the black-robed man into the dark alleyway next to him.

After a brief silence, there were several piercing sounds of sharp blades piercing ** in the darkness.

"Big ...... "A street patrol member was suddenly slapped on the arm, turned his head and thought it was a child who had appeared somewhere, and just wanted to scold, when he suddenly saw the child's face clearly in the street light.

"Drag the maggots out of the alleyway. Diller shook his chin into the alleyway and turned away.

Pushing open a secluded door somewhere, the old woman at the bedside stood up respectfully.

Diller nodded to her, then pulled out a few silver coins and stuffed them into them, and the old woman gratefully withdrew and helped close the door.

When the surroundings were quiet, Diller sat down on the edge of the bed and picked up the warm soup on the cupboard.

Gently pinch Rose's small mouth, and then feed it with a small half spoonful.

His movements are gentle and careful, and his expression is sacred and focused, like a pilgrimage in the dark shadow of death.

It was only at this time that he could regain a moment of peace every day.

This stubborn woman, obviously everyone is already asleep, and she can still comfort others, Diler couldn't help but laugh and curse in his heart.

Rose had been asleep for almost a year, and I don't know how many more such years there would be in the future.

"I will always be there for you. In the darkness, Diller muttered softly, then hung his head gloomily.

Before, Thor's guy suddenly offered to back down the lord's position, and he asked him why, and Thor's guy said that it wasn't life, so he should lose it. At first, Diller didn't believe it, he thought the guy was just pretending to be deep while enjoying it.

But now that Diller believes it, if Rose can wake up now, there is really nothing that cannot be given up.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, in addition to the strange vitality of a weed, many of the crooked theories he said are still reasonable. It's just that some of that guy's words couldn't be heard at the time, or even if they did, they couldn't understand at the time.

That guy is like an imposter of prophets, always able to tell some false theories as the truth, reflecting the future.

He said that because I don't believe in bullshit reincarnation, I always focus on the present.

He said that we are destined to lose our loved ones, and that we who are alive can feel how important they are in our lives.

He said that he would not do anything, he might not want anything, he was calm on the surface, but he was not necessarily tormented inside.

Thor actually said a lot, but in the blink of an eye, even that guy's dog head was blown up.

I've heard that there are a lot of succubi in hell, so you must already have a herd of shiitake mushrooms around you, right?

Gently closing Rose's door, Diller, who took a deep breath, suddenly felt a little cold.

It's obviously the middle of summer, it's really strange, is it really because the coat is leaking?

He returned to his messy nest and threw himself into his cot.

In a trance, Diller remembered Saul's words again.

"Don't expect anyone in this world to empathize with your grief. ”

"No matter how heartbroken you are, no matter how many arrows pierce your heart, it is only your own business after all. ”

"Others may sigh and sigh, but they will never know how far your wounds have festered. ”

Diller suddenly shuddered and wrapped the quilt tightly, this midsummer night,...... It seems to be colder.

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