It had been a long time since the soul of the other world had slept so deeply, even on the velvet bed, under the darkness and tranquility created by the veil, but such sleep did not soothe, comfort, or other rewards that would make it less restless, it was suspended in the sea of consciousness, its limbs and chest were under heavy pressure, it could not breathe, it could not turn around, tears flowed from its cheeks to its neck, its mouth was full of bitterness and blood— When it is memory loss, it is ignorant, the world is unreal for it, it is like a dream, it is also like a game, it allows itself to immerse itself in it, but in the deepest part of its heart, there is still an incomparably subtle but deep gully that distinguishes itself from all the people, things, and things around it.

It vaguely remembers that some of its friends laughed at it, because even in the game, it is a person who is naïve enough to be reluctant to do something, and what it can't do in real life will be disgusting in the game. If the character falls into the abyss, or is knocked to the ground, struggling to die, its heart will beat wildly, which is why its computer and mobile phone only have games like Tetris and Monopoly, the former will only have villains out to dance, and the latter will kneel on the ground with a "bankrupt" phrase on his head at most.

But the whole plane is not a game, it's not a dream, it's very cruel, it's real, every person, even every life, has a temperature, a thought, and a soul, but it stands here, as a member of this plane, and a body with original sin, it's doomed to not be able to spend its life peacefully and purely— How despicable it is, from the very beginning, it has allowed itself to deceive itself, it kills, it is like sitting in front of a computer, moving squares and vertical bars with a keyboard and mouse, although sometimes it also tells itself that none of the lives lost from its hands are innocent, they are all sinners, heinous, and every hand is covered with blood, but what about those who have lost their loved ones, lovers, close friends and their own people under the ruthless conquest of Grenada's army, have they also committed unforgivable crimes?

But if it refused, someone would also become the leader of the Dragon's Fang, and he maybe, no, would have complied with Gredi's will and would not hesitate to kill anyone who dared to stand in the way of the army, at least as much as it could reach as much as it could—a voice whispered.

And the others, those who are in Glen, in Danos, and the other Dragontooth Knights, in King Grenada, in Ederna, in ...... What about the sacrifices that Afra had abandoned like quicksand?, admitting it, another voice said, you know it, but you have chosen to be in league with them, because they are either your indispensable allies, or your subordinates who are willing to be loyal to you, or your powerful dignitaries or powerful teachers, or your beloved adopted daughters, so you can turn a blind eye to their crimes......

You even bow to the demon monarch Grazt, swearing to serve him, this is not a demon depicted in a book on your plane, he is a true king, every demon has an almost infinite life, and every day of their life is doing evil, Grazt is their king, they are their master, and you seem to have forgotten this, and happily become his servant, and a little proud, isn't it?

No......

Yes, maybe it's just for the fifty-year contract, but whatever the reason, isn't it because of the cruelty and weirdness of what the demons and demons fear you so much......?

Say no more!

Because Ferek Hill, she is a demon, and Asmodeos, a little devil, in your original mind, you have seen them as a "person", even if evil, even if you cannot forgive, even if you describe it as a strange animal, you are also a "person", and in a bloody battle, you regard the demons around you or the hostile devil as a "person"- You are on another plane, starting as an infant baby, and the inevitable consequences of the ideas you create and construct will make you their food in an instant, or worse.

That's because......

You can't, yes, so you let your memories be shattered again......

I......

It would be nice if they weren't fused together anymore, you think so, because you need to arm yourself with a blank soul, paralyze yourself, deceive yourself...... You are still innocent, and everything you do will be borne by the lich and his mentor.

No......

So why would you want to stay away from Kerribben, Alpha and the others? Are you afraid, how sharp their eyes are if they find out that you are just a stupid liar......

...... No.

- What are you denying?

The otherworldly soul shuddered for a moment, it should be the position of the eye, the mist rushed like a whirlpool under the ocean, and sometimes the lich felt that he could see something in it, but when he looked seriously, he could see nothing.

After seeing it wake up, the lich repeats his question to the side - what are you denying?

The soul of the other world reciprocated nothing but silence.

- Well, the lich said, I won't ask you that question again, but there's one more question, and I want you to answer me.

- What?

- Do you still want to go home?" the former undead asked softly, return to your plane?—— my promise remains the same, if you want to give up, dear, you can still gain a high status, an unscarce asset, a glorious title, a title, a realm, a girl...... The envy and yearning of people, all the things that mortals desire, I can make it easy for you to get it.

......

- It seems that you are still as stubborn as ever, said the lich, so, are you ready?

After a moment's pause, the lich said calmly - even if one day you could go back to your plane, your home, but you...... Definitely not the same person again...... You are aware of this, but if you continue to hesitate like this, we will be greeted with eternal death, as recorded in the questionnaire, the atoning lich dies before the sin is atoned for, and can only be "dissolved" as your plane says, with no past, no present, no future, not even the wishes of the gods can bring us back to life - this is the only way you can choose.

- Hurt vs. Murder?

- Kerryben, Adair, Corbett, and Alpha have all done this, and they may have accumulated no less lives in their hands than they saved, our plane is different from yours, and there are many mediocre people in your plane, who may not have touched hot blood in their entire lives. But here, even an aging farmer will pick up an axe in the dark and cut off your head - if you happen to have what he needs...... The survival of the fittest, your peaceful life is only a few hundred years, but you seem to have forgotten all the instincts of a living being.

The former undead paused, and an inexplicable smile appeared on his lips - in fact, I really want to see if the gods have a way to find your plane, imagine what your world will be like when you human beings, who are so weak in body and soul, suddenly have to face us, face the gods, face demons and demons, face the monsters, face all the common sense that has completely overturned them, what will your world look like?

He waited quietly for a moment, and then received a sigh of satisfaction that satisfied him.

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Adel opened the door, revealing a surprise visitor outside him.

"Afra?"

"It's me. The girl said, and then she put her hands behind her back, and walked into Adelle's room, it was dusk, and the last rays of sunlight came in through the window and fell on Adel's chair, and Afra sat unceremoniously on the only chair in the room, the sunlight illuminated her skin and hair, and made her whole body glow, but maybe she was. Elves can also give people such illusions with their own beauty and temperament, but they are not as aggressive as Afra's beauty, and Adel has heard of the special treatment that Afra receives, but compared to those young priests, even if he is now bright-skinned and bright-eyed, his heart is as old and stable as a giant tree, and Afra's unconscious charm will only make him feel pleasant to the eye, but will not be deeply affected by it.

"Is there anything wrong?" Although the previous work was interrupted, Adair still asked gently, after all, Afra is the daughter of Cremar, and he and Cremar can also be said to be a pair of close friends and companions, as an "uncle" he completely regards Afra as a close junior.

"I have a question. In fact, it was her guardian's problem, but Afra thought that the gentle fool would probably never ask a question that would embarrass her friend.

"Tell me about it. Adel said cautiously, "Although I don't know if I can give you an answer." ”

The corners of Afra's lips curled playfully: "You absolutely can." "What I want to know is, Adele, how did you get rid of the guilt of the White Tower disaster," she affirmed.

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The ugly chicken walked out of the inn, and she was alone, but when they saw her, they couldn't help but scatter and hide, because the tall woman was covered in blood, and when the guards and soldiers of the city hurried to come, the ugly chicken did not have a trace of fear in the face of sharp spears and swords.

"What's going on?" asked the captain sternly.

"I was met with a despicable assassination. "I had to strike first in order to keep my life from being a few coins tinkling in the hands of thieves." ”

"You can't just say it," the captain of the garrison shook his head, "Is there anyone else who can prove it?"

"The owner of the inn and a couple of travelers like me can attest. Ugly Chicken said, she said, as she pulled back her hood so that the captain of the guard could see the gray teardrops in the corners of her eyes, which was the emblem of the high-ranking priest of Ilmot, so the captain of the garrison suddenly became respectful, not only because he was facing a high-ranking priest, but also because he had climbed all the way from an ordinary soldier to this position, and he also respected Ilmut and his followers, "I will inquire carefully, but if you can, you ......"

"I'll stay here. Ugly Chicken said.

When they found out that there was not a terrible killer suddenly appearing in their city, the onlookers became emboldened again, and a thin man took the lead in front of the ugly chicken.

"Do you remember me, Lord Reverend?"

The ugly chicken's gaze lingered on his face for a moment, and finally found a memory related to it from the mutilated ear.

"Are you...... Somme?"

"Yes," said Som happily, taking another step forward, "I've been thinking about you," he said, "thinking about you......"

"Die!"

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The captain of the garrison looked at the man with an incredulous look, his poisonous needle had been impaled in the body of the ugly chicken, but Ilmot's magic allowed her to have a rhinoceros-solid skin for a short time, and the poisonous needle was only embedded in the epidermis, completely wasted, but it was not surprising that the man was originally a tailor, not an assassin.

"You said you rescued him from the orcs?" said the captain in surprise, "In that case, how could he do that?"

"She killed my wife and my children!"

"That's not yours," said Ugly Chicken seriously and coldly, "it's an orc." "Perhaps it was the orc's torture that drove the woman insane, not only did she insist that the child belonged to her husband, but she was also so determined that she would not go with them, and even almost made the orc notice their movements.

"It's mine!" the man insisted, "That's my child!"

He fell to the ground, weeping, biting his fingers with his teeth, and the people looked at each other, not knowing who to believe, but in the end, of course, they were biased in favor of the priests of Ilmot, and if there was a god who was most respected and trusted by these commoners, there would probably be no other god but Ilmot.

"I curse you," the man shoved the only gold coin in his hand into his mouth, foaming at the blood before his intestines ruptured, moaning and muttering blasphemous and evil words, "I curse you." He repeated one last time, and then died with his eyes wide open.

Ugly Chicken looked at him, he was crazy too, maybe she should have let him die outside the orc's tent, he did love his wife dearly—but if he did it again, she would still cut off the woman's head without thinking.