Brochette didn't answer immediately, just stared at Esher quietly. The young man in front of him asked him a calm and distant attitude, an attitude that was extremely alien to Brochette. Many young people had asked him questions, often with a helpless and intense earnestness, and their confused eyes were reminiscent of those adventurous travelers who had lost their way by stepping into a dense forest surrounded by thick fog on their quest. But Estheus was different from those young people, he couldn't see the fog in his eyes, only a deep pool, or an abyss, and his true thoughts were like dark shadows buried in the deepest part of his pupils. He said that asking for help from Brochette's wisdom was more like a challenge to Brochette.

"Destiny has always been an incomparably grand and ethereal proposition, and in theological studies the subject of it is collectively called 'fatalism'. I need to get my thoughts in order. Brochette sighed, put his hands behind his back, and slowly paced around Estheu. But first I want to know, are you going to get an explanation from me, or an answer? ”

"Explain first, then answer." Estheu did not hesitate.

"Good." Brochette bowed slightly, "Fate is a summary of a person's past, a staged prediction of the future. The beginning and end of a path is your destiny. He couldn't help but smile, "But the end is not the end, it is the limit of the road in the field of vision." Many people spend their lives thinking they can see the end of the road without even knowing which path they are taking—including me as a young man, and I never thought I would do theological research. ”

Estheu listened in silence, noncommittal.

"As for the answer you want......" Brochette paused and stood in front of Essho, looking at him condescendingly, "the so-called fate is the thread on the puppet's joints, the invisible shackles, and you are the puppet under the control of fate, the prisoner imprisoned by it—you want me to answer so, right?" ”

It seemed that a red sun had risen in the eyes of the old man, and the gaze that had been oppressed at that moment was both heavy and bright, as if he wanted to go to the bottom of the abyss, tearing out those dark shadows one by one and exposing them. The muscles of Essiu's whole body tensed in horror under his gaze, and he turned his head away, refusing to continue to look at Brochette, but the tall figure of the old man still shrouded Essiu, "Isn't that so?" He asked in a low voice.

"It depends on how you think and how you do it." Brochette shook his head, reached out and untied the iron ring on Eshy's ankle, motioning for Eshu to sit by the campfire, and then the old man sat down opposite Estheu, separated by the rising flames. Brochette no longer looked at Estheu, but stared at the bonfire in a daze, his fingers slowly twisting his white beard, his old face showing a trace of indecisive hesitation, and finally he just sighed: "Forget it, I'll tell you about it." Ever heard of 'Sir Raven' Boris? ”

"I've heard a little." Esthew replied. Boris de Animour, former chief knight of the Black Spear Knights, alternate commander, founder of the "Angel of Death" squad; Now a notorious rogue knight and leader of Pander's premier mercenary group, the Feathers of Prophecy. His most notable deeds are not that he defeated the "warlord" Zakar with inferior forces in the Gatu steppes, but that he arrogantly declared that he was the son of prophecy in the mouth of Madigan, and that he would sweep the world for the true king and rule Pande. In Brochette's "Pendezhi", his layout is on par with those of the famous generals.

"Boris is the best knight cadet I've ever seen, and his results in tactical classes are unmatched, and only Giger can barely compete with him in actual combat classes. He was so good that he didn't want to take on the idea of the Black Spear Knights any further—in his opinion, he felt that fighting the uncivilized tribes of the Misty Mountains was wasting his power, and defending the frontier of Boimbro was delaying his life. He never revealed his true thoughts, but I could see that his heart was no longer here, and he wanted a bigger stage. Brochette paused, "But I didn't expect him to leave a letter at his residence without saying goodbye." In the letter, he told me that it is not only emperors but also famous generals who can sweep the world, and he thinks that Madigan is just putting some very poetic fart, but the name 'Son of Prophecy' is really good and suits him very well. After that, the chief knight, Annimore, disappeared, except for Boris 'Sir Raven'. Personally, I am extremely reluctant to include him in Pan Dezhi, which would be a disguised acknowledgment of his success—but he has succeeded, to the point that the authority of the collection would be questioned if he did not have a place in Pan Dezhi. ”

"What exactly are you trying to say?" Esher interrupted Brochette, "I'm not like Sir Raven, he doesn't have anyone to say he's the Son of Prophecy, and he's even introduced him to the head of the Royal Academy. ”

"That's why you don't give Lucy a good look?" Brochette laughed helplessly, "As a man, it is not generous enough to be angry with a little girl, and you can not believe Madigan's prophecy, Lucy and I can believe in him, you don't have to be influenced by us." ”

"We are not talking about prophecy, but fate. And fate ......," Esher remembered the conversation that took place between nothingness on the city walls, "and fate doesn't matter to the believers. ”

"You already have your own answer, why are you asking for my help?" Brochette gave Estheu a deep look, "In this respect, you are no different from Boris, you have never been willing to open your heart to others, and no one will know what you want except yourself—no, Boris at least has a clear pursuit, but you probably don't even know what you want." Since you don't choose fate, you can only let fate choose you. Brochette gradually lost his patience, "And you think your fate is sealed?" Then I tell you now, Madigan's "Long Poem of Prophecy" has never been completed! He was burned at the stake before he could finish writing! Fate is unknown, is nothingness, are you satisfied with this answer? ”

"No...... Finish? See's eyes finally showed confusion.

"Dean," shouted Giger outside the tent, "Ranmaroke is here, and he wants to see the wounded. ”

"Let him in." Brochette said, covering his forehead wearily, never had any conversation made him so exhausted as he did today, "This is the end of our conversation, and what you need is not my wisdom, but my conviction." No one can help you with that, so do it yourself. ”