The old man who was hidden in the darkness did not speak, but stood quietly to the side like a sculpture, looking at the young man in front of him with a rather penetrating blue eye, and only after a while did he silently withdraw his gaze and make a low and hoarse voice like frosting: "Ignati...... What a nostalgic title—tell your purpose, young glory, and for the sake of the noble blood that flows together, I will answer your question—if you may. ”

Almost as soon as the words sounded, the flame on the kerosene lamp was kindled rather abruptly, and then in the blink of an eye it rose into the air, and in a small moment, the narrow, damp dilapidated hut was lit by a warm and soft light.

Although there weren't many ups and downs in her mood, Amy was still amazed at what had just happened—the old traveler exploring the darkness just rubbed his thumb and forefinger lightly, and the flame of light burst out at his fingertips, nourished and strengthened by the fuel in the lamp next to him, and instantly brightened the whole room.

"It's incredible. He said subconsciously.

"It's just a little trick. The old man shook his head, and his face appeared in the light—as if noticing the boy's bewilderment, he grinned, and quipped in a rather hearty tone, "Are you frightened?" ”

"You ......," Amy said again.

"That's right," the old man nodded disapprehantly, "it's demonization." ”

Really...... In this regard, the boy is not too surprised-in fact, even if he does not look at the shriveled face that is clear under the flickering flames, and only the faint blue eyes that shine faintly in the dark, it is not difficult to connect this traveler through the nameless fog with the demonized patient who has been eroded by chaos, but when the two completely different concepts of hero and monster overlap, people will always subconsciously ignore this possibility.

Therefore, after a slight silence to calm the agitated mind, Amy looked at the shriveled face covered by black thorn lines, stared at the blue pupils that emitted an evil light, and asked softly, "Mr. Ignati, is this the after-effect of crossing the dark zone?"

"I don't really like the word sequelae," the old traveler said, shaking his head, then rubbing the scales that grew near his chin with one hand on his chin, almost teasingly, "I personally prefer to call it a man's scar." ”

"That's right. Amy was slightly stunned, and then smiled, "You are really optimistic and open-minded." ”

"In fact, as long as I am my age, people will always become optimistic and open-minded. The old man waved his hand and said in a tone that he couldn't hear the slightest bit of mustard, "After all, I don't have a few years to live, and many things that I originally cared about have gradually been let go—what about demonization, no matter how much my appearance changes, I am still me, and I haven't become anything else, and the glorious blood of my ancestors is still flowing in my body—in that case, why should I mind?"

"Hmmm......"

On this topic, it is really inconvenient for outsiders to intervene, and the young man just made a vague noise, honestly sitting on the wooden bench that could break at any time, and being a qualified listener.

"It's a pity that it's too late to wake up. The traveler who had challenged the Nameless Mist suddenly sighed, and his tone couldn't help but be lowered by the sudden fall of emotion, "It took me ten years to realize this and come out of the shadow of failure. ”

"Shadow of failure?" Amy asked cautiously.

"My friends and I have tried to find Prometheus," the old man replied as expected, his blue eyes flashing with remembrance, "but failed, and we were separated in the vast darkness, perhaps by chance, or by some necessity, and I found their bodies one after another on the rest of the journey—and at last I was left alone to survive in the endless night." ”

"......" the young man was slightly silent, "I'm sorry. ”

"There's no need to be sorry," the old traveler shook his head, lost in the chaos, "even the most sincere friendship fades with the passage of time—frankly, the memories of them are rather vague, and it's hard for me to appreciate the heartache of the time. ”

"Hmm. Amy, who was difficult to empathize, could only respond in a low voice.

"Sometimes it is inevitable that time may be the greatest force in the world, beyond chaos and order. The old man's voice paused slightly, as if he was a little tired, and seemed to be waiting for something—but in the end he didn't wait for anything, and after a little relief, he continued the conversation, "But even I know that this is just an illusion—the illusion that mortals are about to enter the end of their lives. ”

"Because—" He gave the boy a deep look, then put his hand on his chest, and said solemnly and solemnly, "The chaos abyss is as deep as the sea, and order is ...... Forever. ”

However, the old man's meaningful epilogue did not impress the young man, Amy just looked at him quietly, looking at the cheeks that had been battered by the vicissitudes of time, the black pupils rose and fell in the reflection of the flickering flames, and the slightly thin lips slightly curled up, and whispered in a voice that only he could hear: "Will order last forever...... Perhaps, but even the ancestors who brought the fire of order have disappeared into the depths of darkness, disappeared into the long river of time, and the so-called eternal existence is really not wishful thinking?"

Of course, the boy didn't let anyone hear him.

In the frontier of the order where the fire shines, his idea is enough to be called a great rebellion - if there is any rumor of it, then it will be the sword bearer of the Order who awaits him, or even ...... The Great Sword Wielder.

Holding a sword means holding a precept, which is not a joke at all.

The parliament controlled by the Descendants of Glory has legislative and judicial powers, but this authority is not supreme, and what is equal to or even vaguely above it is the Ten Commandments promulgated by the Order—compared to the written laws of various forces, which are controlled by various forces and have many names, this customary law full of religious connotations is simple and simple, but it is also much more direct, without reason or evidence, as long as the sword-wielding of the Order makes a determination of the suspect's crime, he can be killed on the spot - even the Descendants of Glory are not spared- That will be decided by the Great Sword Bearer himself.

The power of the Order is so terrifying!

and—

No compromises.

With all kinds of rumors about the Order in his mind, Amy's eyes narrowed slightly, but this was not the time to dwell on these trivialities, paused slightly to sort out his thoughts, he looked at the old face in front of him covered with thorns and black lines, and looked at the pair of turquoise eyes that made people involuntarily feel cold, and cut straight to the point: "The light of order lasts forever, but it is not a matter of course, but we have earned it ourselves—I can't hide it, I took the liberty of bothering tonight to ask you about the dark realm." ”

"Do you know what these are going to do?" asked the old man unhurriedly.

"Maybe you'll be on the same path. The boy said, his dark eyes flickering in the smoke of the candles, "but more of it is my curiosity, it is human nature to explore the unknown, I want to know, to know what is hidden in that fog." ”

"The ancestors once said that cats have nine lives, and it was also said that curiosity kills cats – to remind us of our own insignificance and ignorance – and vulnerability. The old man shook his head and did not answer directly, but said, "The chaos of blind foolishness, the four words of blind foolishness are the footnotes left by our ancestors. ”

"How much progress can we talk about without knowing the old ways and being trapped on the Great Wall of Eternal Night all our lives—no, within the extinguishing fire, how different are we, the glorious descendants who claim to have inherited the will of our ancestors, and prisoners?" Amy asked rhetorically—he had no interest in being a wandering ghost in the dark, but he had an almost instinctive curiosity about the blind and stupid chaos and its derivatives— Sometimes even he thought it was a bit morbid, but when he thought of the total peculiarities he had consciously displayed, he didn't take it too seriously.

"Peeking into secrets that should not be prying into will lead to destruction. The old man said in a tone of admonition.

"But if you don't understand the fog of the nameless, and don't set foot in it, the lost royal capital Prometheus will always be just a flower in the water, a moon in the mirror. "The young man is not a person who does not know life and death, and the blind and stupid chaos even the ancestors have to be afraid of three points, let alone his thin-blooded descendant.

"......," the old traveler was slightly silent, "what do you want to know?" ”

"Everything. Amy replied, "Everything about the Mist of the Nameless. ”

"Everything? There's never a word about the secrets of chaos. However, the old man only shook his head, "Even I know only the tip of the iceberg of the deepest night. ”

The Deepest Night is the special name for the fallen area within the Great Wall of Eternal Night outside the Tinder.

Because there—

The light is lost.

"Even if it's only a small part of Chaos," the boy said in a heartfelt tone, "You are also the most authoritative repository, and you yourself are a treasure to all mankind. ”

"Database?" The old man frowned slightly at this unfamiliar word.

"Sorry, did I say that?" Amy touched her nose.

The rickety traveler shook his head, not paying much attention to the young man's aphasia, just looking at his dark but shining eyes, and asked word by word: "I'll ask you one last time, do you really want to understand the Nameless Mist no matter what, and you have to come into contact with the strange world outside the order?"

Amy didn't reply, just stared at her without giving an inch.

Silence, or silence.

After a long time, the old man let out a long sigh.