"Tinder is the ancestors?"

Ignati's rhetoric was deviant, but Amy Ulysses didn't care, and unlike the other glorious ones, he did not regard his ancestors as omnipotent gods, and looked with a cautious and inquiring gaze at the creators of the world, which are rarely recorded in even the oldest and most mysterious texts.

"Reason. ”

"There is no reason. The old man shook his head, "The ancestors didn't want to leave traces of their existence. This is not only you and me, but also the consensus of many people, which does not require any esoteric inference, and there is no need to look for evidence that has long been in the long river of time - because the concealment of the ancestors can explain their attitude, they created the world, weaved destiny, but handed over the power of choice to us. ”

"What do you mean?" the boy raised an eyebrow, "what is the power of choice?"

"The right to choose? That's free will. "The traveler who had traveled through the deepest night sighed softly," Along the way, I have actually met many, many people, all kinds of people, some of whom are directly drowned in the hysterical madness after knowing the truth, and can not even maintain themselves; some people cannot accept all this cruelty, and resolutely devote themselves to the blind and stupid dark chaos, and some people stubbornly refuse to accept the facts, set up a barrier in their hearts in despair, blindly reject everything in the outside world, and finally drift away in the deepest night, until no one sees him again. ”

"What does this mean?"

"At the very least, it shows that we are not puppets at the mercy of fate. The old man shook his head, "We can decide the direction of our own will, whether that leads to destruction or redemption. ”

"Oh. The young man replied in a low voice, sneering and asking, "Then what is your choice...... Create a new world where humans and demons live in harmony?"

"Yes," Ignati narrowed, smiling on his old face wrinkled enough to hold beans, "I'm relieved to hear you say that, you really don't know anything about the truth of the world, and you still maintain that simple and pure ...... The happiness of the fool. ”

"What do you mean?" whoever it is will not be happy to be called a fool.

"Nothing special. The old man obviously didn't intend to discuss the previous topic, and changed the subject rather stiffly, "There are some things that you should know when the time comes. ”

Amy didn't speak, just stared at him, at the pair of cloudy blue pupils.

"It is the duty of the night watchman to keep watch for the long night. Ignati turned a blind eye to the boy's gaze, "And in the fate framed by Hammurabi's Holy Codex, as long as the blood of the Night's Watch is not broken, then the dark age will not truly come." ”

"Dark times," Amy sneered, who was ignored, and wanted to shrug her shoulders to show her displeasure, but her bloodline-bound body couldn't make such a movement, so it only looked like a worm and squirmed a few times, "Isn't that now?"

"No, not really. The old man shook his head, "At least we still have ...... Tinder. ”

"The legacy of the ancestors...... You'd believe it. The boy didn't completely reject the possibility that Ignati had shown, but he didn't show any mercy, "According to you, as long as the blood of Fitzgerald, Gladstone, and Ulysses is not severed, the fire will continue to burn, and it will continue to protect humanity as always?

"No, just Ulysses. "Besides, you must have noticed, that even without the interference of fate, the fire is weakening day by day—and one day, order will return to chaos, and the so-called civilization will be nothing more than a small castle built of sand at low tide on the beach, and when the tide of chaos sweeps in with the weather, all is nothing but a flashy bubble of destruction." ”

"Why?"

There is no reason for destruction, and there is no reason for the death of order. But if it's the blood of Ulysses, the bloodline of the Night's Watch, that I'm going to know part of the answer. Ignati said in a hoarse voice, "Unlike Ulysses, the two bloodlines of Fitzgerald and Gladstone were buried under the waves of chaos along with the Great Wall of Eternal Night. ”

"And how did my ancestor survive?"

After a brief pause, Amy continued to ask, although his original purpose had nothing to do with Ulysses, he had no good idea to deal with the Dark Traveler who obviously wanted to divert the topic, but to make mistakes and learn about the past glory of the surname he and Yulia inherited.

He had foreseen the outbreak of the Chaos Wave, but he hadn't expected it to be so fast, so sudden, so violent, that before he could convince the other two giants of the Night's Watch, the Wall of the Night was plunged into incomparably deep darkness. The old man paused, then said, "Fortunately, he had foreseen the future, and before everything came to an irretrievable end, he gave away his blood, which is your ancestor, the last Ulysses, and the last of the Night's Watch. ”

"It sounds like I was born with a sacred mission. The boy sneered.

"That's right," Ignati nodded, "you have to live, no matter how cruel the world is, no matter how difficult it is to survive, you have to live, you have to live strong."

"What a humble mission. The coldness on Amy's face became heavier and thicker, and her dark eyes became deeper and deeper against the pure white around her, "But what if I say 'no'?"

After a short silence, the old man raised his head: "Why?"

"There's no reason," the young man smiled, "it's just a gamble, a gamble." ”

"Should I praise you for your courage, or should I praise you for your stupidity?" Ignati's mouth curled up slightly, "If you think you can threaten me with death, you are very wrong—I have been here in Hemtika for thirty years, and you are actually the ones I grew up watching, Amy Ulysses, you may still have some indifferent kindness, but in the end, you are not a person who has the courage to sacrifice, at least, you will never sacrifice your precious life for the sake of the lower districts." ”

"Looks like you know me quite well," Amy smiled indifferently, obviously the situation he was facing now was no different from that of a prisoner, but he had incredibly taken the initiative of words into his pocket, "It's just...... If the lower zone were to be replaced by Yulia, do you think I would have the courage to sacrifice myself? ”

"What do you mean?" rarely, the traveler made a concession.

"Pandora—" The young man said the name he had heard from Mia, and then as expected, he saw the old man's slightly changing expression, "Sure enough, you know the name, and since that is the case, you should also know that the Upper Section, even the Order's Supreme Tower, is no longer safe. ”

"So," Ignati looked at him expressionlessly, "you're going to die?"

"Looks like we're not going to talk," Amy's expression froze, "If that's the case, I don't mind if the fish dies." ”

"Dead fish?" the old man raised his brow with interest, "It's a well-used description, it's very rustic, but don't be naïve—I don't doubt your determination to protect Yuria, but unfortunately, it's because I know this that I'm sure you won't die in the net." ”

He paused: "There's no particular reason, it's just that you can't let go - you can't let go of your sister." ”

"You're wrong, and you couldn't be more wrong. The boy narrowed his eyes, "If I hadn't learned from you about the sacred mission of the surname Ulysses, I might not be able to let her go, but since I know that you won't let the blood of the Ulysses clan be severed, what else can I not let go?"

Ignati was silent, and then spread her hands: "It seems that I really did it to myself. ”

"I can't say that," Amy didn't create any further contradictions, but prepared steps for the old man, "personally, I am very grateful to you. ”

"No need to thank me. A smile suddenly appeared on Ignati's hideous countenance, a creepy smile, "Because I don't intend to accept your threats at all—it's true that you have the potential for self-sacrifice in terms of motives, but in this situation, what kind of self-sacrifice do you have, and how can you ...... Self, search, death, road?"

"Really," the boy sighed, "you've been pinched to the point that it hurts." ”

With his limbs bound, he really can't commit suicide normally, and he really can't put threats into action.

But.

Sometimes death doesn't have to be justified.

As a frequent visitor to the Styx Ferryman and a guest of death, Amy Ulysses understands death better than anyone else - perhaps in the eyes of Ignati the Dark Traveler, the Glory Ones, who are already in bondage, have no way to end their lives, but in reality...... Killing oneself is not difficult for a teenager.

That's right, just reminiscences.

The death that has been understood, is replayed again.

The first thing to do is to empty the spirit -

Subsequently, the pulse of the heart is slowed down -

And then, the flow of blood is stagnant—

Familiar with the car, the boy copied the elements of death little by little, making his state closer and closer to death.

Then, quietly, he lost his voice.

He's dead.