“…… Mr. Roland? ”

Under An Ruosi's uneasy gaze, Roland lowered his head and fell into a long silence without saying a word.

Ever since that soul set its eyes on Roland, Roland had froze in place.

Anros suspected that Roland might have fallen into some kind of hallucination, and as a result, she raised her guard against the soul that seemed to be a good soul.

"Ah......h

Just as he was about to use sorcery to dispel the curse effect on Roland's body, he heard Roland's dry sigh.

The voice was dry and indistinct as if it had been asleep for days.

"I really didn't expect that."

Roland still lowered his head, and an incomparably calm voice came.

"Yes, I still have a weakness that I can't fix...... In this respect, the one who wins is you," the aura on Roland's body gradually became sharper, and the speed of his speech increased little by little, and his voice began to increase and become clear, "Ruthless enough." I serve. ”

"But, have you ever thought about it......"

Roland gradually raised his head, and the joints in his neck creaked as if they hadn't moved in days.

An Ruosi suddenly had some kind of bad premonition.

He couldn't help but take a few steps back.

When Roland raised his head completely, An Ruosi couldn't help but gasp.

What a hideous, distorted face—white cheeks stained with angry crimson, a twisted face as hideous as a hungry mad dog. His eyes were bloodshot, staining his otherwise clear silver-gray pupils like monsters.

He had never seen Roland look like this.

Only once, when an aristocratic wizard captured the sister of a commoner wizard and his only relative, whom everyone bullied every day, and abused him to death, he had seen a similar expression on the face of the commoner wizard covered in bruises.

That's the look of a mad dog with complete recklessness.

Or rather, that is the hatred of the whole world that a person who has nothing at all.

An Ruosi's mind couldn't help but pass over the person who should have forgotten a long time ago.

The wizard was more cowardly than mild-mannered. Usually, even if it is pulled out as a target for witchcraft practice, he will show a sincere smile and agree stupidly.

Only that once. The civilian wizard had a twisted expression.

An Ruosi was frightened at that time. He thought about it backwards and couldn't sleep all night, but finally woke up his mentor in the middle of the night and told him about it.

The details of that incident are no longer remembered.

The only thing he remembered was the corpse of the noble wizard.

His head was soaked in thick acid, unrecognizable.

His fingernails were torn off, and each finger was broken into three. Two-legged "scraps" littered the ground, at least thirty parts.

His flesh, guts, eyes, and bones were all crushed and swallowed by the civilian wizard. The civilian wizard had not used any sorcery, his teeth shattered from chewing on bones, and blood was pouring from his gaping mouth.

The plebeian wizard could not even be held accountable - he used cursed witchcraft to bind the souls of the dead noble wizards to himself before Anros and his mentor arrived, and then sold them to the devil for a very low price before committing suicide.

Since then, An Ruosi has a deep understanding of how far human madness can go.

He had always thought that Roland was a man of great peace, wisdom, and cunning.

An Ruosi never thought about it. Roland would have such an expression.

He couldn't help but retreat again and again, not daring to approach Roland at all.

Roland's roar came from hell: "--Lie to me with my sister's face, have you fucking thought about the consequences!" ”

In Roland's roar, An Ruosi felt an extremely strong cold.

In the next second, the gray-white wind whistled and spit out from behind Roland.

Unlike before, when he slowly spit out ice blades from the ground, the ground seemed to feel Roland's rage at the moment, and it burst like a geyser with a thick white mist.

A cold gray wind from the polar regions enveloped Roland. I couldn't see Roland's appearance at all.

Then, Roland carried the ice storm and turned into a bunch of silver-gray blades. Without hesitation, it went straight to the transparent soul that floated in the sky as gracefully as a saint.

That soul also seemed to feel the threat of Roland, and without hesitation, it directly took off its disguise.

Pitch-black specks emerged from her sapphire body, her eyes turned bright red, and her delicate face decayed in an instant.

She opened her arms and roared fiercely, and the air surged to form countless invisible spears that struck Roland!

Roland didn't shy away from it. Ran head-on into the air that looked distorted from afar.

The ice storm around him immediately fluctuated violently, and after Roland rushed out about ten meters away, the high-pressure spears formed by those air condensed instantly pierced Roland's entirety!

The terrible storm seemed to erupt inside Roland's body, and Roland's whole person burst out with a large cloud of blood mist.

But Roland was undaunted—

"Glory to the Teacher!"

Roland roared, his voice piercing through the air condensed into countless spears. until it reached the ears of Anros.

He didn't dodge in the slightest, just used his left hand to protect his heart, and directly advanced with the penetration of countless spears.

The ice storm around him was already dyed bright red. Even the wind pressure pushed several pieces of sharp ice from the ice storm into Roland's body.

But none of these injuries are of any use.

In Roland's loud prayer, all the damage that soul had done to his body was repaired in the moment it was inflicted.

In just three seconds, Roland advanced to the soul's side with the endless storm spear.

When she saw this, she immediately became empty. Immediately folded his arms, and was about to dive into the surface.

At that moment, the sword of the staff burning with the silver-gray flame pierced her abdomen directly and pinned it to the ground.

By this time, Roland had calmed down under the stimulus of cold and pain.

But the spirit died again in the face of the fear of death - her face began to distort, becoming like Roland carved out of a mold, and her voice became gentle and hoarse: "Alain, I am ......"

But before she could finish her words, she was hit in the chest by Roland's punch, and the whole spirit body trembled violently.

"You didn't hear what I said, did you?"

The bloodshot in Roland's eyes was restored by his prayers.

"Well, for the sake of this face, I'll give you a neat way to die."

He calmly stared at the spirit creature that was pinned to the ground in front of him and couldn't stop struggling to say something, and his right hand firmly and slowly caressed the familiar but cold and cold cheek like a corpse, and an irrepressible tyranny began to surge in his heart again.

[Mr. Roland, people can't be resurrected after death, please mourn and change]

[What? Are you playing a game with Roman? But...... Well, nothing, go ahead]

[Nope! I didn't mean to poison you! I just mixed a little bit of five in your pills. Fluorine. Sharp. Many! No! You calm down! 】

[Good morning, Roland, I'm your new family doctor.] Predecessor? No...... It's good to forget about him......]

[Question before the end of today's treatment: Do you remember what happened on September 28th?] Don't remember? Ah, it's okay, it's not a big deal, it's normal if you don't remember]

A series of confused pictures flashed in front of Roland's eyes, and some completely unremembered things appeared clearly in Roland's mind again.

He saw a lot of things in the illusion created by the name thief that he had forgotten so long.

Under the sudden stimulation, Roland even lost consciousness for a while.

But it's not the same as on Earth. Even if his will attribute is lower than that of his peers, Roland's willpower is several times that of ordinary people.

He won't easily fall into the madness from which he can't extricate himself.

What's more, the cold and intimate thoughts of the Sleeping Master have always been attached to the gap in Roland's soul, constantly nourishing Roland's soul that was torn in half.

Roland gasped heavily, and the green tendons on his arms gradually calmed down.

If the civilian wizard had been deprived of everything, Roland had suffered even twice as much as he had.

What he lost was two whole parts of the world.

It took about three minutes for Roland's silver-gray pupils to calm down completely.

Rational thinking rose again, and Roland's hideous expression gradually subsided.

He looked at the faceless head that had been pressed to the ground with his right hand, and smiled apologetically gentle.

"Rest in peace, then."

As Roland prayed in a low voice, the silver-gray points of light condensed into feathers and gently fell, covering the struggling spirits layer by layer.

Until the face under Roland's right palm completely lost its resistance. (To be continued......)