Roland was silent and followed Cyra out of the fiery Callista.

The zenith barrier had begun to shatter. Most of the runes that hung on the Great Barrier like circuit boards had been extinguished, and the remnants formed a ridiculous pattern in the air.

Wizards who were running by kept passing by Roland. Roland and Cyra, who walk at a slow, or rather leisurely pace, are the biggest outliers.

However, by this time, no one cared about them anymore.

When other wizards run to Roland and Cyra, they will subconsciously avoid it. Roland and Cyrah were like two boulders in a rushing river, separating the water from them.

Roland ...... I can call you that. ”

Without waiting for Roland to respond, Cyra, who was walking in front, continued to speak, and said to herself, "Do you know how much risk you have to take to stay here? ”

Roland's pace stopped suddenly.

"If you called me out to say this, we don't have to talk any more."

An incomparably soft tone, accompanied by a ruthless voice, came from behind Cyra.

Cyra turned her head with a wry smile, her lake-blue clear eyes seemed to be wrinkled by something: "...... What exactly are you holding onto? ”

"What you are holding onto, I am holding on."

"It's different."

"Same."

Roland replied without hesitation.

His right hand was already resting on the short sword at his waist, and his eyes gradually became cold.

Although he can't use magic now, Roland is by no means incapable of fighting power.

Although killing Cyra is unlikely. But if it's just an escape, Roland is confident that there will be absolutely no problem.

But. As if she hadn't seen Roland's hostility, Cyra smiled wryly and raised her larger-than-average hands. Indicate that he did not have any weapons.

It brewed for about five or six seconds, and then Cyra, who was standing in the crowd, whispered to Roland, "I don't want this city to be destroyed either. ”

“…… Ha. ”

Cyra's first words made Roland laugh.

The destruction of the White Tower by the gods was a foregone conclusion, and now, a cardinal actually stood in front of Roland and said that he did not want the city to be destroyed?

Well, maybe you're not lying. But what's the use of that?

"Useless hypocrisy."

Roland retorted sharply to Cylla's words: "Even if what you say is true, so what? Can you still convince your Pope? Or can you convince Tyre? Or rebel to the side of the White Tower to fight against the army of the gods, and then be trampled to pieces by hundreds of thousands of people together? ”

Roland didn't hold back the slightest bit of his voice. He just stood in the middle of the crowd at his normal volume. Mercilessly rebuked Cyra's hypocrisy: "No, you can't change anything. ”

"Even if you say you don't want to, you have to do it - being forced to slaughter a city and slaughtering it of your own will makes no difference to those who die at your hands."

“…… Maybe. ”

Cyra did not respond to Roland's accusations in the slightest. There was still a wry smile on his face, but his eyes were clear: "However, I have no regrets about intervening in this devastating war." ”

“…… It's kind of interesting. ”

Roland raised an eyebrow, a smile that bordered on mockery.

Cyra looked up at the heavenly barrier.

He asked softly, "Roland." Do you know how many people in the world have died directly or indirectly at the hands of wizards? ”

"Oh?"

"One hundred thousand. About 100,000 people die every year because of the shaman. ”

Cyra looked down at Roland. But Roland felt that the focus of his gaze was not on himself, but on looking farther away.

"There are always disputes between people. And we pastors. It exists to listen to people's voices and channel their hearts. But there is always a limit to human patience...... And we can't guarantee that everyone will be there for them when they need us. ”

Speaking of which. Cyra suddenly remembered her parents.

Therefore, he paused slightly. Then he continued: "So, the people whose grievances cannot be resolved. He decided to present the commission to the wizard with all kinds of things that the wizard needed. ”

"Then witchcraft turned into a murderous weapon."

There was a kind of dancing light in Cyra's eyes.

"Many people who do not die for their crimes become new victims who are killed by witchcraft in the anger of their victims."

"I've seen a thief who was caught by his owner. As a first-time offender, even if he is caught, it stands to reason that he only needs to cut off one finger. But because the owner was a young nobleman who was about to propose to the girl, and the poor thief stole his engagement ring...... So after the young nobleman was politely rejected by the girl, he threw all the blame on the thief, and asked the sorcerer to catch the thief and cut him into thirteen pieces in public. ”

Cyra's eyes turned sad: "And at that time, the thief's sister was at the scene of the execution. She was waiting at home for her brother to buy brown bread and come home, but she waited for the news that her brother was about to be executed. ”

"I remember the kid was on his knees, crying and crying, why, why...... Why is he not given any chance to repent of the crime of cutting off his finger as long as he is cut off according to the rules? ”

Hearing this, Roland's expression gradually softened.

Roland casually continued: "It's power." The power of reprisals and trials. ”

"That's right. It's power," Cyra's tone grew impulsive, "and the right to judge must be in the hands of a third party. When people can take revenge on each other at all costs, the world is no different from savagery. There must be a calm judge who exercises this sacred power from an objective and impartial point of view. ”

"The purpose of a wizard is the study of witchcraft, and wizards need a lot of money to study witchcraft, and at the same time they can't conjure money out of thin air. As a result, they can only make money from the outside world by various means. ”

Cyra took a deep breath and calmed down a little. He lowered his head, looked at the ground and said slowly, "From this point of view. A wizard is inferior to an alchemist. In order to use a wizard's invention, the user must first be a wizard. Since the invention can't be sold. Wizards just have to sell themselves. As long as there is money, wizards are the best weapons in the world. Witchcraft is too dangerous for ordinary people who do not have mastered the power of mystery. Those who have not been in contact with wizards, those who do not know anything about wizards, simply do not have the ability to compete with wizards. ”

"Wizards kill people for money. The purpose of the guys who hired them to kill people may be to defeat a certain force or maintain a certain force, or to invade, to counter-invade, to make a hometown, to love relatives, to women, or to feed their stomachs...... And for wizards there is no difference, they all kill for money. Get the money and use witchcraft for some purpose. They don't even realize that they're killing people like themselves. ”

And in order not to be killed by the wizards, the people opposite them often have to hire wizards to fight against the wizards as well. In this way, for the White Tower, they earn double the money. ”

"When the young wizards were apprentices, they learned all sorts of killing techniques...... Assassination by a swordsman, aerial bombardment by a battle wizard, or cursed sorcerer's curse...... Are they really here to delve into the law? Now that I've decided to become a scholar. Why learn how to kill people in the first place? ”

Cylar paused, and among the wizards who hurried by, he made up his mind in an indifferent voice: "Unlike the mercenaries who accept commissions in order to make people happy. A wizard who accepts a commission for money has the wrong purpose from the beginning, even if they do good deeds, and the wrong purpose will inevitably lead to the wrong result. ”

"So, is your purpose to exterminate such a wrong wizard?"

Roland asked rhetorically in an almost cold tone.

“…… That's what I thought at first. ”

However. Cyra shook her head, denying her previous words.

He looked up at Roland.

And Roland was stunned for a moment.

For he saw in the blue eyes of Lake Silrana obvious confusion and hesitation-

"In the city. There are many, many innocent people. ”

Cyra hesitated for a long time, and finally admitted, in an almost painful tone, "They are different from what I thought at first. This is not a mechanical, icy gathering place of heresy filled with terrible and distorted forbidden knowledge...... Most of the people here are just ordinary people who want to live a good life. ”

"In the past two days, I have rediscovered the White Pagoda with my eyes, not my ears."

"In the tavern just now. The girls who were waiters did not laugh at anyone who was entering the tavern for the first time. They are just like ordinary female students, chatting with customers without any scheming at all. Treat guests as friends, not just guests. ”

"The inn around the corner. Even though I didn't order food, after the boss knew that I was from outside, he personally brought me a free broth. I obviously told him that I don't like to eat meat, but he said that this is his specialty or something, and he must eat it once when he comes to Baita, and he rubbed beside me and accompanied me to finish dinner before leaving satisfied. ”

"That's right. I hate wizards. But I don't hate the wizard apprentices in the tavern, or the innkeeper. They just want to live happily, without harming anyone or hurting anyone. They are just like ordinary people living in other cities, but they were born in the wrong place...... But now, this ridiculous reason wants them to die here......"

Cyra moaned in a dreamy voice. groaned, reaching out in some pain and grabbing his hair hard.

Roland smiled pityingly.

At this moment, Roland finally understood that there was no threat to Cyra.

He was just a child who still dreamed of being a messenger of justice.

Roland pondered for about three or four seconds, and suddenly showed an extremely gentle smile.

He stepped forward, raised his left hand, put five fingers on his chest lightly, stood on tiptoe, and rested his chin on Cyrah's shoulder.

Suddenly, the long black hair gently hit Cyra's face with a hint of natural fragrance, making Cyra stunned for a moment.

"Cyra, do you want to be the Pope?"

Roland, with great seriousness, leaned into Cyra's ear with a very seductive approach. Confused said softly, "Do you want to get power?" ”

"You want ...... Changing all that? ”

With Roland's devilish whisper, at that moment, it happened that the continuous explosions around him fell into a brief pause.

For a moment, it was as if time was frozen at this moment. (To be continued.) )