The original location of the royal capital of Pharos has been replaced by a vast lake that ordinary people cannot see.

At this time, the sun in the sky is high, and the bright sunlight that sways from the lake shines brightly, like thousands of pearls gathered together, which is extremely beautiful.

However, the environment around the lake is quite noisy.

The surrounding green grass is messy, with traces of various stones and building debris.

Aristocrats, merchants, peasants, travelers, knights...... The endless flow of people from all directions is constantly converging, gathering more and more, as if it is never-ending.

Despite its size, the lake is crowded with people who arrive in a dense crowd.

At the same time, there are many small boats floating on the lake, and the people on the boats are either fishing for temptation, or docking for people to dive away.

However, whether it is these people who run into the lake or those who are watching from the shore, except for the faint sight of some messy living objects floating in the lake, there are no other traces and clues at all.

The huge statue is not visible, the city under the statue is not visible, and the hundreds of thousands of people living in the city are also not visible.

All sorts of chaotic sounds were intertwined.

Weeping and screaming, whispering, praying, and a few scattered missionaries speaking excitedly in the crowd.

Some of these lectures are based on the sealing of the demon king and the arrival of miracles, which attracts some people to cheer for it, while others are based on the theme of mourning the dead, and one after another consolation voices sound.

All kinds of sounds and images are mixed together to form this post-apocalyptic ukiyo-e landscape, which is large and chaotic, detailed and coarse.

Quietly observing all this, a bald middle-aged man in a drab linen robe had a heavy face.

"The irony is that no matter what happens, as soon as humanity comes together, it becomes a carnival of thieves."

There was a sigh next to the bald middle-aged man, and there was both pity and disdain in his tone.

The speaker was a handsome young man dressed in an ivory over-the-knee robe and delicate boots, with long blond hair tied up in a bundle and a neat and elegant nobleman.

Now his eyes were scanning some sneaky figures in the crowd around him, shaking his head as he watched.

"But they did not know that what they have stolen now will eventually be spit out several times over."

"Humanity will be punished at the end of their lives."

The bald middle-aged man in a thick robe pursed his lips when he heard this, "What about us?" ”

"We?"

The young man dressed as an aristocrat glanced at his companion in surprise when he heard this, "What are you talking about...... We? ”

"No justice can be attained by unrighteous means."

The bald middle-aged man said solemnly when he heard this, "Naibon Nir has done too much this time. ”

"I think that's understandable."

Hearing this, the aristocratic young man said disapprehantly, "If there are a few years that can be prepared for us, then we will naturally be able to come up with a perfect way to carry out this seal. Unfortunately, we don't have that much time, and the situation in Chaos Fortress doesn't allow us to draw too much power. ”

"It's against who we are."

"Isn't it against identity to let the two demon kings wreak havoc in the human world?"

"It's different."

The middle-aged man in the rough robe shook his head when he heard this, "No justice can be achieved through unrighteous means. It may seem most effective right now, but I would say that we will pay the price, just as humanity will eventually face. ”

As he spoke, he turned his head to an old monk who was speaking in the middle of a crowd not far away.

"Listen, the seed of judgment has been planted, and it will sprout and bear fruit."

The young man dressed as a nobleman frowned when he heard this, and while he looked over, he also heard the excited words from the human monk's mouth clearly.

"And I, I love people in the status quo, even their vileness and all their vices. I love their voices, their laboring hands, and their skin, the nadiest skin in the world, and their worried eyes, and the desperate struggle of each and every one of them in the face of death and suffering! “

The monk was dressed in tattered and patched robes, and looked like an old beggar with gray hair, but his exposed face and rough hands were neat, and he was clearly an ascetic who did not have any personal property.

At the same time, the old monk had a sad expression on his face at the moment, and stood in the crowd saying that it was a speech, rather than a cry of despair.

"For me, it's important to have one more person or one less person in the world; People are precious. My child, to you, I understand, you are a destroyer. You hate people because you hate yourself. ”

"Your purity is like death, and the revolution you dream of is not our revolution. You don't want to remake the world, you just want to blow it up! ”

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The young man dressed as an aristocrat frowned more and more he listened, and finally he couldn't help but say, "Who said this?" ”

"Sartre, a character from a certain play."

The bald middle-aged man in a rough robe said: "The author of the play is Ronan. ”

"Ronan ......"

The aristocratic young man was displeased when he heard this: "I don't think he is qualified to spread such words, because they are completely inconsistent with his words and deeds, and in my opinion, he is a selfish villain. Like most of the human race in this world, stupid and arrogant! ”

"That's the wrong idea, Martin."

The bald middle-aged man shook his head, "He is guilty, no one can deny this, but if you look at him deeply, you will find that he is neither selfish nor evil, he just went the wrong way." ”

"I'm not interested in learning about a dead man."

The young man snorted coldly, "Especially a dead man covered in filth. ”

"But is he really dead?" The bald middle-aged man asked meaningfully, "What is real death?" ”

"I'm pretty sure he's dead, body to soul."

"It's just death as we know it."

"Death is death, there is no second kind."

"Then why can we still hear his voice echoing through the world?"

The bald middle-aged man asked as he looked at the old ascetic not far away.

The old friar's speech was not successful, because most of the people could not understand what he was saying.

Only a small number of people gathered around him, either vaguely aware or in a state of empathy because they felt the grief and anger in it.

In general, he didn't make much movement.

However, when he had finished speaking, when he had wiped the snot that had flowed from his wrinkled old face from the excited crying before, he suddenly stepped towards the lake, and then picked up a boulder and jumped off the shore!

The loud sound of falling water caused a panic, some people gathered to watch, some people rushed into the water to save people, but because of the impact of the heavy stone, they could not feel the shadow of the person who fell into the water.

After some commotion, the lake on the shore of the lake finally calmed down, and nothing came up for a long time.

Seeing this, the young man dressed as an aristocrat was silent for a long time, and finally held back a sentence to respond to his companion's previous question.

"Because our cleansing is not thorough."