The wizards watched in silence as Orlando walked out of the door with heavy and uncoordinated steps, dragging the shackles behind him.

Heavy shackles full of nails dragged against the wooden floor, leaving several notches on the floor and making a sharp and piercing sound like sawing wood.

Orlando did not hide his weakness.

Any person can see that "Orlando" is on the verge of death at this time, and even if he suddenly bursts out with the last strength to break the shackles, it is absolutely impossible to escape from the siege of many wizards.

And the shock in the hearts of the enchantment wizards is far greater than that of other wizards - in the vision brought by their detection of life vitality and soul vitality, they can see the true state of "Orlando" at this moment.

To say that it is near-death is a euphemism. As far as the results of the vitality detection are concerned, Orlando is not much different from a corpse at this point.

In that case, why should Orlando come?

Did he come to die?

The wizards were momentarily confused.

"-Sorry, sorry!"

After Roland walked out of the warehouse gate, a few young sword wizards ran up panting: "I didn't look at it for a while, so I ......"

"It doesn't matter. Shut up. ”

Scott stretched out his hand, signaling that they didn't need to speak again.

The moment Scott's indifferent gaze swept over, the young sword wizards were as if they were choked by the neck, and even the gasping sound was stopped.

Even if their faces were flushed because of this, they didn't dare to make any more sounds, and could only stare at Orlando, who was dragging heavy shackles and moving forward step by step.

Scott's gaze at Orlando grew deeper.

He took a step. Stopped in front of Orlando: "What do you want to do?" ”

"Generally speaking, a condemned prisoner can always make a request before the execution."

Orlando just looked up. A gentle smile was revealed.

Looking at his smile, Scott was silent for a few seconds. Then he flashed away from Orlando and gave a succinct and clear answer: "Say." ”

Orlando smiled, walked towards his silver chair, and sat down on it.

He stroked the armrest of the silver chair and looked downstairs from the silver chair like an old king caressing the throne.

Taken by Orlando's indifferent temperament, the wizards couldn't help but hold their breath.

From the second floor to the first floor, all the wizards gradually stopped talking and turned their eyes to Orlando.

"I just want to...... Before death. Just to talk to you. ”

Orlando whispered in a hoarse, dry, inexplicably magnetic voice, "Just talking." ”

However, no one, including Scott, responded to Orlando's words.

There was silence around the entire Second Tower.

Orlando was not embarrassed at all, he just sat down in his seat, chuckled and said:

"We were born in a sinful generation."

His first words made the wizards' eyelids jump.

A premonition of being preached by the pastor suddenly filled their minds.

Sure enough, Orlando said, "You seek happiness and prosperity, but you don't know who you want to ask for." ”

So someone shouted in the crowd: "What do you mean? Do we want to ask the gods? ”

Suddenly, bursts of laughter came from the crowd.

Orlando just shook her head.

"Is there any difference between asking for happiness from those who are higher than you, from those who are richer and nobler than you, and from asking the gods?"

In a word. Although the laughter did not dissipate, many wizards were frozen in place.

And Orlando's next sentence completely quieted them: "That's what I'm telling you." This generation is guilty -- not only wizards are guilty, but priests are guilty. ”

The pastors cried out for miracles. What is the difference between judging right and wrong by the likes and dislikes of the gods and the villains who flatter the powerful? ”

Orlando's not-so-high-pitched, flat voice spread through the silence. Immediately exploded in the crowd.

In this age of gods, even shamans would not dare to denigrate the gods in such a way.

Suddenly, the wizards looked at Orlando with the eyes of a madman.

But Orlando's voice doesn't stop: "Happy people are happy not because some people are alive, but because some people are dead." From this I can tell you that this generation is guilty. ”

"When people speak, they emphasize their virtues over and over again, not their sins. From this I can tell you that this generation is guilty. ”

"While people claim to be good, they have malice in their hearts; When emphasizing that you are for others, you are doing it for yourself. From this I can tell you that this generation is guilty. ”

Gradually, the wizards stopped discussing one by one, and looked up at Orlando, who was locked in a seat by thorns, with an inexplicable light flashing in their eyes.

After a moment of silence, a wizard shouted, "Are you guilty, then, Orlando?" ”

Orlando paused slightly, then continued in a flat voice, "I'll tell you the truth, I'm guilty." You are also guilty. ”

"As I said, the reason why I have deceived you and told you these things is not for your sake, but for my own sake."

Then someone shouted, "Well, Orlando, if you are guilty, how can you prove that what you say is right?" ”

Orlando just laughed and retorted in a hoarse and flat voice, "If you ask me so, it means that you already believe in me in your heart." Of course you have the right to think I'm lying to you, but that's none of my business. ”

At this point, Orlando suddenly stopped and said no more.

He turned around and whispered to Scott, "Alright, let's be executed." ”

Scott didn't move. Time was distorted and sound was cut out.

In Scott's realm, only Scott himself and Orlando, or Roland, remain normal.

Scott couldn't help but squint his eyes: "You really want to die?" ”

"No, of course I don't."

Roland said calmly: "I'm just gambling." ”

"Bet on what?"

"Bet on the mentor to be able to come back into this world. Bet I can come back from the dead. Bet that I'll see my sister when I die. ”

Roland looked at the time of death frozen in "three seconds" on the panel, smiled and looked away: "Honestly, Scott, do you really think I'm going to die like this?" ”

"Of course not," Scott shook his head without hesitation, "I don't even know why you're dead...... It makes no sense. ”

"As a person who has not even died once, what face do I have to be the Pope of the Eternal Teacher? If I don't believe that the Elder Sleep Guru can save me, how can I convince others that the Guru can save them? ”

Roland chuckled and replied, "I'll be honest. Those who answered in the crowd were the ones I had found beforehand. I have been preparing for a long time before what I said. ”

"In other words, you lied to them again?"

"Exactly."

Roland replied without hesitation: "I said before, everything I do is for myself." ”

He looked away from Scott's face and looked down at himself bound to his seat by thorns.

It took quite a while for Roland to speak softly, "Helena has taught me a lot...... If I keep my eyes on the individual, I am afraid that I will not get anything by fighting all my life. ”

"Even if I don't understand what I'm supposed to do, I'm not at all used to such condescending decisions about the life and death of others, I have to get used to it."

“…… Do you want to save the world? Scott couldn't help but laugh out loud.

In his opinion, Roland's behavior is simply a toss-up.

But Roland nodded seriously, and then shook his head: "I don't want to save the world...... It's me who has to save the world. ”

"I'm Roland, Roland. Nerola. The Chosen and Pope of the Resting Mentor, the Master of the Scourge, the Brother of the Silver Queen, and the Future King of Elcat...... Actually, you're right, I want to save the world, just because I want to save the world. ”

"I'm happy if they're alive, I'm sad when they're dead. I don't want to see them die, even if it's for my own pleasure, I have to save the world. ”

Roland smiled and looked back at Scott, "Simply put, it's 'I'm willing.'" ”

“…… That's enough. ”

Scott nodded, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly, revealing a smile that wasn't very pretty.

Then, he withdrew his field and strained the button behind Roland.

The thorns quickly shrank and plunged into Roland's body. Inside. (To be continued.) )