July 1731 in the solar calendar, Portnas

Looking back on it still pains me, July changed me forever. - Lott recalled years later.

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A few hours after the morning parting, young Lott arrives at the Adventurers' Guild as promised, he is asked to attend a counseling session in the afternoon, and his teacher Calvin is already standing at the door of the guild hall waiting for him.

Strangely, Lott didn't look at the knight squarely, but just said, "I'm coming." Then he turned and walked into the hall.

The knight didn't say much, looking at the young man's back, he silently followed behind him, "Have you eaten?" he asked with concern.

But the boy continued to walk as if he had not heard.

At this moment, the knight suddenly put his head into the young man's ear, "Your old problem, the blood has not been wiped clean." ”

Lott was pinned in shock by the words, and he stared at Calvin beside him with wide eyes.

"I'll keep this sword for you first, and I'll be responsible for wiping off the blood. Calvin said with a flat face, and then unloaded the boy's greatsword from his back, during which the boy did not object, but just let his teacher remove his weapon, "Go ahead, Modrilla is still waiting for you." Patting him on the shoulder, the knight pushed him forward, and the boy walked on, while the knight took his sword and sat down in the hall.

The teenager, who was in a somewhat confused state of mind, walked straight to the doll's window, and although there was a long queue, Modrella stood up as soon as she saw Lott coming.

"You come in. The doll looked serious, neither joyful nor impatient, but beckoned to the boy, and at the same time she turned on the image at the front desk, and she met Lott alone as if she had not seen the opposition of the crowd.

The boy looked at the somewhat abnormal Modelilah, and his heart was a little flustered, and his steps began to hesitate.

"Come here. The puppet continued to beckon him in, and although there were staff members around, the puppet didn't ask them to help.

"Well... Good. Nodding, Lott finally followed Modrilla into the Adventurer's Guild.

Originally, Modrilla was supposed to arrange for someone to tutor him, but now that Modrila personally brought him into the guild, it should have happened.

"Are you going to tutor me yourself, Miss Modelella?" asked Lott, her tone visibly uneasy.

"The man has something to do temporarily, so I'm here in person this time. A crude excuse, but not expecting to fool anyone, Modella turned her head as she said this, and she gave the boy a cool breath with a look.

Come to the designated room and sit down facing each other.

"Let's get started. The puppet spoke.

"Okay. Lott nodded, his eyes visibly wavering, his hands clenched tightly.

"Why did you kill him?" said Modrilla, who suddenly asked a rather terrible question, and her expression was very cold.

Although there was still some surprise on his face, judging from the performance just now, the boy had more or less guessed that it was this result, "You know everything..."

"I know anything that happens in this city. The puppet's tone was unfluctuating, "What I don't know is, why?"

"He's bullying a lady. "Lott closes

Upper Eyes replied, and his body began to writhe unnaturally.

"It's that simple?" said Modrilla, who sounded a little unbelieving.

"Plus I'm not emotionally stable. Lott continued.

"Because you're a Porternat, right?" Calvin said to you. Jasmine pointed out the reason, the conversation between the two of them, for some reason Jasdella also knew, maybe Calvin told her, maybe she already knew, anyway, the puppet just knew everything.

"Yes," Lott nodded sincerely, "I saw the man's evil deeds, and on the spur of the moment, I killed him." ”

"It's not that simple. Modrilla sneered, "On the spur of the moment?"

The boy stopped talking, and his whole body began to tremble, and his state became worse and worse as Modelella's pressing became more and more critical.

"You should know who I am, Lot, what do you think can hide from me?" Modrilla glared at him with a fierce look on her face, "Tell me the truth." ”

Lot's nervous lips were trembling, he ventured to look at the doll's face, it was an angry and sad expression, the doll seemed to restrain itself, the boy looked at this face, he couldn't bear to look at such an expression and continued to hide "I... Then... Possible... The thought is that I'm an adventurer, I don't belong to Portnatus anymore, and the law here can't punish me for killing. ”

A loud slap slapped Lott in the face, "You bastard!" Modella's eyes were sad, angry and a little disdainful at this time, and when the boy confessed everything, the doll's inner emotions finally couldn't be suppressed.

"I'm sorry..."Lott didn't know what else to say, he lowered his head, his face was hot and painful, but he didn't dare to cover it.

"What are you!?Even if he is a wicked person, it will not be your turn to execute!" Modrilla roared loudly, "Do you think that adventurers can do whatever they want independent of all kingdoms?" The more the puppet spoke, the more hated she became, and she hammered down the table, "You don't belong to Porter, but the person you killed belongs to Portnath, even if you are my person, if you are held accountable, you are also a criminal!" The puppet shouted at Lot, and the boy lowered his head and did not dare to make any response.

"Do you know how many lips and tongues I spent negotiating and negotiating with these stupid and arrogant kings in order to ensure the neutrality of the adventurers, and how many steps back I took to sign the agreement in the end, do you think that now that you have the power and status, you can trample on your life at will!?"

"Didn't you abandon the hostages and the lives of the bandits in that mission at will!" The young man was also angry in his heart, he was still young and strong-blooded, and finally Lott couldn't help it, he yelled at Modrella, and an excited young man stood up and questioned the doll who had helped him countless times.

"It was the bandit who took the life of the hostage, and the life of the bandit has been sentenced to death by the kingdom, how can he be compared to a citizen of the city?" the puppet stared, although angry, but still reasoning with Lot.

"That man is also committing a crime, and if I don't do it, that lady will be in danger!" Lott continued to argue.

"He's not guilty, that's not guilty, you can push him away, pull him away, even knock him out, why would you kill him?" Jadrella's voice was also loud, and she also stood up to make eye contact with Lot.

"I—" gritted his teeth "I..." Lot's eyes moistened, speechless, his rebuttal was so weak, no matter how loud his voice was, he didn't make any sense

The boy cried, and he didn't know why he was crying, for the sake of the deceased, or for the sake of his poor self, or for the sake of the motherland that did not exist.

Modrilla hugged the weeping teenager, "Tears can't wash away your sin, Lot. ”

pushed away the puppet's hug, "I am willing to be punished, if it is a death penalty, I am willing to accept it." The boy collapsed in his chair as if he had lost his strength.

Looking at Lott in such a state, Modrilla eased her emotions and did not answer Lot's words, and the puppet asked a question

"How does it feel to kill someone?"

"It's bad, it sucks. Lott replied, he sighed too, looked at the table, there was a glass of water, and he didn't care whose it was, and picked up the cup.

"Don't drink it, it's wine. "Modrilla tried to stop him.

There was indeed a pause, and the boy looked at the doll's face, then drank the wine from the cup.

"Your tutoring is over. Jasmine closed her eyes and pointed to the door, "You go." ”

Lott, who drank his glass of wine, looked at Modrilla, "Where can I go if I killed someone?"

"Wherever you go, but your heart will always be tormented from this day, and you must remember that if you kill someone, that person does not deserve to die. Jasmine didn't put her hand down, "Let's go." ”

Seeing this, Lott began to shake his head, "But, I killed someone." Lott stood up again excitedly, "Won't I have to be tortured?"

"No, you didn't kill anyone. "The puppet changed his words" The man fell and broke his neck, and was then cremated by the gang he belonged to. Modrilla calmly told the "truth" about the matter.

"Miss Modelilah..."Lot's eyes widened, he didn't know what to do for a moment, he didn't know if it was right to do this, he was obviously a sinner, could he get away with punishment so easily?

"I will do everything I can to protect my adventurers. Jasmine put her hands on Lot's shoulders at this time, "Of course, I also hope that my adventurer deserves my protection." ”

"But—" The expression on Lot's face was still very tangled.

"Child, there's a phrase I shouldn't have said to you, but I think you need it now. Mothera swallowed, "Lot, you are not a member of the church, you are a free man, you don't need to be so kind, so upright, and that Potnars kingdom is not worthy of you to do so justice for him." ”

Another astonishing speech, Lott looked at the doll in front of him, and the expression on his face froze, "Miss Modrya..."

"If there's one suggestion I have given you, it's that once this mission is complete, you'll never have to venture out into the land of Portnats. ”

Hearing this, Lott lowered his head again.

"You, you may never be able to deny that you are a Porternasian in your life. The doll's words stabbed Lott in the heart at once.

Lott didn't respond, and he started walking towards the door, but his walk was a little shaky.

"The wine is up, right?" Modrilla hurriedly went over to help him, "Let Calvin take you to rest, tomorrow, you can go and complete the mission." ”

In this way, the puppet helped the boy out of the room, and the conversation in this room was kept secret forever, and no one knew except for the two parties...

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