"It's because there's a**. Once there is **, even the noble necromantic guild will fall into the mortal dust and become as fragile as ordinary people. The current guild is no longer what it used to be, and almost everyone has forgotten the true meaning of the Necromantic Guild, which has become an organization where a group of self-righteous magicians gather for personal gain. But this is also inevitable, as long as people are alive, there will be **. Ultimately. No matter who he is, he is driven by the ** in his own body to live in this world. No matter what people do or think, there are only two words in the roots, **. That is the source of human motivation, but also the source of pain and vulnerability. ”

"Looks like you're not having a hard time here. I've been worried about whether you're miserable because you're stuck here. The Marquis looked at the lich and smiled faintly.

The lich's face didn't move in the slightest, but a hoarse voice came from between his throats: "From the moment people are born, they are accompanied by pain. There is no such thing as pain for me, because I don't even have a ** anymore. ”

"No, then what are you doing for?"

"Because I believed. I believe in what I do, and I believe that my goals will be achieved eventually. The lich remained as motionless as a statue, and the unpleasant sound seemed to be made by the chamber itself. "I believe in fate. ”

"It's a pity that you can't do anything now, do you still believe it?"

"Believe. I believe that what will happen will happen, and what is destined will never change. A pair of ghostly fire flashed in the lich's eyes and fell on the marquis's face. "What about you, what is the reason for everything you have done? Sealed me in this place, and went to great lengths to become the acting guildmaster, I know that it is not because of your own **. Tell me, what are you for?"

The Marquis looked at the lich. Although his face was over forty years old, he was still handsome, and the look in the depths of his eyes could still charm any woman. Vidnina's face was full of dead muscles, and the ghostly fire rolling in her eye sockets made it impossible for the faint of heart to look at her. These two very different faces and eyes were silently together, relatively speechless, but there seemed to be a strange tacit understanding.

The Marquis stared at the lich for a long time before he said lightly, "The reason I am doing this is that you want you to know that what you believe is wrong. ”

The lich was silent for a while, and then let out a nasty laugh. said, "It's really hard for you." But do you know what you're doing? You're not stopping me, you're stopping His Excellency Archimad from prophesying ......."

"It's a pity that no one but you wants that prophecy to come true, otherwise you wouldn't be trapped here. ”

"It's all in vain...... Whatever you do is in vain. I'm not worried at all. The final victory must be me. ”

The Marquis sighed, "Why do you always have to look at that place that is out of reach......"

"Then why do you keep your eyes on me?" the lich asked.

After a long silence. The Marquis spoke: "Because I am lonely." ”

When he said this, his voice was no longer the kind of male voice with the vicissitudes of magnetism and vitality, full of intoxicating charm. It's all boring inside. Dry, tired, and completely inconsistent with his identity as a peerless genius who went in and out of the high halls and temples among the thousands of flowers, but sighed like an old farmer who had been cultivating on dry land all his life.

"Many times I really envy those ordinary and simple people, or those who are driven by **, in their eyes, the world is always so simple, so simple that it is some simple symbols. And simplicity is reality, that is, the feeling can be completely held in the hand. It's not possible, but just that feeling is enough. And I don't feel that way, I just feel lonely...... Until I met you, I saw in you something that was completely incompatible with the world. And you are so beautiful and intelligent that even I feel inferior. If I don't look at you, who else can I look at?"

The lich replied lightly, "That's hard work for you." ”

The marquis smiled bitterly: "You haven't looked at me...... No, you haven't looked at anyone. Anything. In your eyes, there is no room for anything other than that unattainable dream. ”

After a moment of silence, the lich replied lightly, "Because I am not as brave as you, and I know how ugly and boring this world is, but I can still live in it." I have nothing to do but transcend this ugly and boring world. ”

"My dream was to pull you out of the air flying towards your dreams. Pulled into my arms, but I failed. You're flying too high by the time I notice it...... So...... Now I have nothing to do but stop you, not to mention that your dreams may be a complete catastrophe for the entire continent......"

A burst of laughter like a pack of dying wolves sobbing came from the lich's throat, and the neck made of bones and dry meridians trembled with too much air current: "A prodigal son who is not recognized by this world, and who swore an oath on the dark star, would actually aim to save this world that has long regarded him as a monster. It's the funniest joke I've ever heard......" she laughed as she paused. "But it's also the least funny. Have you forgotten that as a necromancer, you swore an oath before the Dark Star that you must follow the wishes of Lord Archimade......"

"Everyone understands the prophecy left by Archibald differently. As long as the Dark Star doesn't actually break ground, each necromancer has the freedom to act on their own, which is actually why the guys in the guild are against you. ”

"Those guys who have long been smoked by profit and power and forget everything, do they think that everything will be all right if they trap me here? It's useless, it will happen as soon as possible, and the gears of fate have never stopped. I'm here, but naturally there are other people out there who push everything. ”

"Do you mean that the new student you quietly admitted? Do you know that he is actually ......?"

"Your son. I already knew. Mr. Shante's craftsmanship is impeccable, but I can feel the smell of you in him. Especially the feeling of practicing true meditation, do you think I can't even notice it? Naturally, Sandru wouldn't teach him this, presumably you stole it from Sandru. You're not so brave that I didn't even dare to fight the idea of this thing, but you went and stole it. ”

There was a slight look of surprise on the marquis's face, and he said, "Then you still accept him as an apprentice?"

"How can a person who can enter the Valley of Diya and be qualified to make an oath before the Dark Star be someone who can be easily instructed?And if you really want to instruct him to come and learn from me, how can you give him the True Meditation stolen from Sandru beforehand to practice? I think you probably only learned later that you quietly worshipped me as a teacher, right?"

"No, I had the idea of making him your student. But I had been careless in the moment when he had practiced the Meditation of Truth that I had stolen from Mr. Sandru, and I was having a headache as to how to hide it, and I was so busy with other things that I forgot to tell him about you. Later, when I found out that he had sneaked in and out of the meditation room without the other guild members, I was surprised, and I had no choice but to let it be. ”

"He's a good hard-working kid with a lot of talent, and the key is that I can see in his eyes something that neither of us have - **. So I taught him everything I had, and then asked him to be out there and help me bring some news and do something. He hurriedly reported to me a few days ago that he was going to love the Enfast, hehe, it seems that it will be interesting......"

"You use him as your pawn?" the Marquis's voice was a little unnatural. "Do you know who he is my child with?"

"It doesn't matter who it is, it's none of my business. The lich replied faintly. "What should happen, it will happen naturally. ”

"Once again, I tell you, what you believe is wrong. Now I'm going to prove it to you. The Marquis turned and walked out of the passage.

"It doesn't matter. You believe yours, I believe in my ......" The lich's hoarse voice echoed through the meditation room, not dispersing for a long time.

A short walk out of the meditation room, the Marquis met Nopolinot, who was on his way to him, holding a letter in his hand, which the necromancers used to send urgent messages to each other.

"Urgent message from Venerable Bishop Javi, it seems that he wants us to help......"

"Oh?" the Marquis was stunned.

The royal capital of Aenfast, in the headquarters of the Holy Knights.

Rodhart watched in amazement as the mysterious guest in front of him, who was said to have a top-secret military secret, removed his mask and revealed his familiar face.

"Is that you? Why are you back in the royal capital?" Rodhart jumped up from his seat with a look of surprise on his face, as if he had seen the child of a long-lost friend.

"Naturally, there is something important. Asa smiled. Just from this childlike innocent look, it can be seen that this friend still doesn't seem to have changed in front of him. "I need your help right now. ”

"No problem, just say anything. Rodhart nodded affirmatively.

Although he now saw the innocent side of this friend, Asa was absolutely confident that he would be up to the task, so he said, "This is very important not only to me, but to you, and to the whole of Alfast......