Everyone has different desires.

What Rorschach has is what Berwenkins is dying so quickly.

Because the body belongs to a god, even if Rorschach wants to die, he can't die at all.

Dying again and again will only make his soul crumble and go crazy, lose his "self", and become an unconscious monster.

But...... At least he was alive, as Berwinkins said.

As long as you are alive, there is still hope for everything.

Rorschach didn't know what to say, and Berwenkins didn't say anything more.

He raised his head and looked brightly at the mountain tops in the distance, his long soft brown hair swaying gently in the morning breeze.

On the hillside, the green vegetation also danced like layers of waves in this sudden morning breeze, and occasionally a few weeds that were blown away also seemed so inconspicuous in the green life all over the mountain.

The wind soon swept through the town, and in this instant, thousands of clusters of golden arrow-like glow burst out from the top of the mountain!

The clouds that had soaked up the glow were intoxicatingly beautiful, and gradually drifted away under the gentle blowing of the morning breeze.

Berwenkins looked at the red sun at the top of the mountain and subconsciously stood up.

The morning breeze tossed his thin garments like a pair of flying wings.

He stretched out his hand in a daze, looking at the light that fell on his pale palm, and wanted to hold it, but there was nothing he could do.

No one can hold the time, and his time slips away faster than others.

Rorschach also stretched out his hand, and his silence at the moment would be shocking if it was seen by those who knew him.

There are many moments in a person's life.

What changes a life may just be a bad day in a long life.

Rorschach rarely changes, because he doesn't listen to others, and no one tells him what is right and what is wrong, and what you should do.

His playful scolding was more like a thick shell, wrapping himself firmly in it.

He never trusted anyone, even Rorschach Morrison, who knew each other well, he always hurt each other with words.

Though...... It looked like he was the one who was hurt even more.

It's funny to say, two lives, but only the aristocratic young master in front of him, who has only known each other for a day, has made Rorschach back to his true self.

A lot of times, he doesn't really want to talk.

He prefers to be a silent observer rather than a noisy coward.

The vicious words were a high wall that he had built for himself, with thorns on both sides, one stinging the other and the other stabbing himself.

He, like many people, lives a life of being able to get by, has no ambition, thinks he is otherworldly, but in fact, he can't see clearly and doesn't want to see his current situation and level.

He gained the approval of other pretentious people by denying others.

In the end, it has no effect at all, except to provoke useless disputes with one's own words and passivity.

He has been huddled in a small circle and lived a dark life, constantly complaining and slandering the things around him, shouting that his life is not good, the world is not good, and the people around him are not good.

It wasn't until this moment that a crack appeared in the wall in front of Rorschach, revealing a glimmer of light.

On the other side of the light, stood Berwenkins.

The morning sun behind Berwenkins has climbed into the sky, showing the world its most dazzling beauty, which is more moving than dewdrops, but not fleeting.

Berwenkins sat back on the stool, his eyes slowly closed, and seemed to be asleep.

The morning light sprinkled on his pale face, and it actually warmed up the surroundings a lot.

Rorschach sat quietly in place, letting him lean against himself.

He was a natural nobleman with a very clean soul.

So clean that Rorschach was ashamed of himself.

Berwenkins wanted to see the rising sun, perhaps because the rising sun represents life and progress, while the setting sun symbolizes the lost attachment and alienation from the beautiful things.

The two of them sat in the morning light for a long time, until Berwenkins straightened up again.

"Mr. Rorschach, can I ask you for one thing?"

Berwenkins' voice was much more powerful than when he first woke up.

Rorschach looked into his eyes and nodded, "You say." ”

"When I die, please ...... In my place, I went to Chelsea City for my father's birthday party. ”

His request came as a complete surprise to Rorschach.

"In your place? Is it in your name that I am going to meet them? Rorschach asked.

Berwinkins shook his head and said, "No, you are Berwinkins, the fifth son of the Leemin family, and I will ...... after my death You are me. ”

"What are you kidding?" Rorschach stood up and refused: "Berwenkins, you go back to your room to rest, death is still too early for you, and besides, I won't be disguised, how can I pretend to be you?" ”

Berwenkins shook his head and said, "No need to be disguised...... Mr. Rorschach. ”

He lowered his head and looked at the grass at his feet, "No one has ever seen me as an adult, no...... No one has ever seen me since I was five years old, except for Grandpa Spike, who has always taken care of me, and the thirty knights who have been with me, I have never appeared in aristocratic circles under my real name, my family...... Never came to see me. ”

He spoke calmly, but Rorschach listened uncomfortably.

Berwenkins lived too miserably.

Rorschach even felt lucky compared to him.

He has never owned a home, and he can't talk about losing it at all.

Berwenkins was literally abandoned by "home".

He couldn't even move by his own name, and from what he had just said, I could tell that his parents didn't even admit that they had a son.

Even so, however, Berwenkins did not hold a grudge against anything.

He also wanted to gain the approval of his parents and be their pride.

This was simply incomprehensible to Rorschach.

If something like this happened to him, it was very likely that he would secretly set fire to the Lei Ming family's mansion.

"You just have to cover up the news of my death and go back to Chelsea City in good health and see my father...... Berwenkins said, looking at Rorschach.

Rorschach shook his head again and again: "No, no, no, you're still early, what if you will be cured tomorrow?" ”

Berwenkins smiled: "Mr. Rorschach, Sharka Town is my fiefdom, a beautiful coastal town, as long as you go to Chelsea City as me, you can own it for the rest of your life." ”

Rorschach was stunned, Berwenkins thought he had finally moved, and went to see Rorschach suddenly got up and said, "Your fief is in Sharkatown?" ”

Berwenkins nodded inexplicably, why did he suddenly react so much?

It's really a coincidence......

Rorschach glanced at Berwinkins with a complicated look in his eyes and said, "Your fiefdom may be in trouble. ”

Berwenkins blushed and coughed again.

He didn't know what Rorschach meant, but he believed that Rorschach wouldn't be untargeted.

Could it be that something really happened in Sharka?

While Berwenkins was thinking, he heard Rorschach suddenly say, "Can you ask, why me?" ”

He looked up and saw Rorschach's puzzled eyes.

Berwinkins smiled, remembering what Rorschach had done to the drunkard last night, and said, "Because...... You and I are two very different people, and my father hates my character, so he will like you. ”