"Damn!"

Seeing his partner fall to save himself, Cavendish was in great pain.

"Why, why don't you just understand me?" Cavendish mentally questioned "Rommel's Scythe".

"Because you don't understand ......me at all," another voice in my heart suddenly sounded.

Stunned, Cavendish hadn't communicated with "Rommel's Scythe" for so long that he had forgotten that "Rommel's Scythe" had the ability to communicate.

His head suddenly became painful, his breathing, the sound of the wind, and the speed of change in his surroundings all began to slow down, and Cavendish seemed to have another image in front of his eyes, a picture from the depths of his memory.

"Kill you! Shoot you! ”

"Cry what cry! Shut up! ”

"Don't do that...... Cavendish is still here...... Please......"

"Hahaha, princess? You're nothing without me, you know? Yes?! ”

The picture is still blurry, but the sound in my ears is very clear.

It was the hysterical voice of a man and the crying voice of a woman, both of whom were very familiar.

It's true...... Very familiar.

"Woo woo woo ......"

The picture also began to clear, and Cavendish saw a man with a three-point resemblance to himself pulling a woman with a seven-point resemblance to himself.

"Stand up for me!" The man grabbed the woman's hair and lifted her directly from the ground, he looked drunk and crazy.

"Do you understand how stressed I am? Do you understand? The man pulled the woman's face in front of him and questioned him.

But the woman just kept crying, and couldn't answer at all. On her white skin, there were clear whip marks, which looked like the whip in the man's hand had just been made.

"Smack-"

A crisp sound came, the voice of a woman being slapped by a man.

Her cheeks were red and swollen, blood ran down the corners of her mouth, and the woman's crying voice became muffled.

"I'm asking you! Are you dumb?! The man became even more hysterical.

"Stop! Father, please don't beat the queen mother again! The body rushed uncontrollably, and Cavendish tried to take back his mother from the crazy man, but the man kicked him out.

Intense pain came from his abdomen, and Cavendish curled up on the ground, his mouth beginning to retch.

"Do you want to rebel against me? My son! Walking up to Cavendish, the man asked in a cold voice, his voice full of anger, but there was no pity for Cavendish at all.

"Woo woo, if you want to hit me, Cavendish is still young and ignorant!" Rushing to Cavendish's side, the woman hugged him tightly, and the warm feeling made Cavendish less painful.

"Very well, then do it!" waved the whip in his hand again, and the man whipped out mercilessly, and each time he used all his strength, until the woman's skin was open and her flesh was blurred.

However, because she was beside her child, the woman did not cry anymore, but gritted her teeth and tried her best to endure it, only letting out an uncontrollable muffled snort.

"Enough! That's enough! Enough."

"I've said enough!"

The image in Cavendis's eyes began to blur and tremble, first to pitch black, then to clarity.

Pulling out Durandel from his waist, Cavendish remembered that the sword was given to him by his father and mother on his fifth birthday, and they all had smiles on their faces, and Cavendish was so happy.

But after his father was gradually hollowed out by the ministers, his temper became irritable. He began to drink heavily, and with each drunken temper he became more violent than the last, until now he began to torture and beat his mother.

"Very good, stinky boy, do you dare to fight your father with a sword now?" With a cold expression, Cavendish's father faced Cavendish who was holding a sword, and even pulled out the sword at his waist.

"I'll behead you today!" There was already murder in his voice.

"Cavendish don't! No! Cavendis's mother tried to stop him, but found that he seemed to be becoming more powerful.

Rushing towards his father, the man he had longed for the most, Cavendish was fully stimulated by the qualifications in his blood, and then almost instinctively swung his sword.

With a "click", the broken sword flew out, and Cavendis's father looked at him as if he were looking at a monster.

"If there's a next time, I'll cut off your head!" Looking at his father, Cavendish said coldly.

The screen continues to turn, and it comes to the alley of the night. Coming out of a room, the young man Cavendish was covered in blood, and the room behind him was littered with corpses.

I don't know when the kingdom of Rommel began to have an additional "Rommel's Scythe", and people only know that once night falls, he will appear and take many lives.

But they don't know that every one of the people killed by "Rommel's Scythe" is a heinous crime, and each of them is burdened with countless blood debts.

Many of them are ambitious people who try to create war and treason.

However, Cavendish didn't know about these memories, he just knew that he didn't know from which day, and there was resistance and fear in his father's gaze.

He just knew that every time he woke up, his body would be covered in blood, and the next day's news was who had been killed, and the murderer was the "Rommel's sickle".

He began to hate his other ego, hating everything he had brought to himself.

But he forgets that it was he who saved him in his most desperate moments.

As he asked him, "You don't understand me at all." ”

Cavendish always tried to make "Weasel" understand him, but he didn't understand "Weasel" at all, didn't understand what "Weasel" had endured in his place, didn't understand that "Weasel" was far more painful than him.

He wants to "kill" the "Weasel", but the "Weasel" is always protecting him.

The images and memories began to fade, and two lines of tears welled up in the corners of Cavendis's eyes.

"Why didn't you let me know about these things sooner?" Cavendish asked about "Rommel's Scythe".

"Because you didn't ask."

"Your temper is really awkward."

"It's not as weird as you."

"Who told us to be one person! Ha ha! ”

Footsteps, Rob. Luki had planned to give Cavendish the final blow, but was surprised to find that he had actually stood up again.

"Your body shouldn't have the strength to stand up." Rob. Luci recalls bad memories, and he remembers the Straw Hat Kid he can't knock down.

"Because 1+1 is greater than 2!" With Durandle in his hand, he pointed at Rob. Luki, Cavendish had a slightly hideous smile on his face.