“....... Then in this way, he finally stepped into the circle of the royal capital and became a subordinate of Duke Mrak. The duke has the duke's plans, and he has his own plans. He once said to me that the person he was most grateful to in his life was me, and that it was I who brought him from those fantasies to fulfillment and gave him the opportunity to realize his dreams on his own. But then I kept wondering if I had helped him or hurt him...... So in the end, even if he betrayed me, I wasn't too angry......."

Around the campfire, Talis and Aimeh listened quietly to Asa's story. It is a wonderful thing to listen to the life of others, especially such a turbulent life, although it seems to have nothing to do with yourself, but the most basic resonance of the same person can make the listener feel joy, sorrow, and sadness, the solemnity and helplessness of life. And because of the reasons of bystanding, I can see the helplessness and sadness more clearly. Asa spoke in great detail, which he was also expressing himself, and many of Rodhart's experiences overlapped with his own experiences, and the narration continued into the night.

"What a poor man. Aime let out a long sigh and summed up Rodhart's life in these words.

Talis snorted coldly and said, "What's so pitiful? Such a treacherous abandonment of everything for the sake of power, no matter how high and strong he climbs, he will definitely fail in the end. ”

"It's not a matter of success or failure....... Ai Yimei's eyes flashed, and the campfire reflected the softness and inclusiveness of water in it. "He's not strong at all, he's just succumbed and fled. His ideals and dreams were crushed by reality, and he was burdened with so many pains and regrets, he could only escape into reality, reality is so powerful, so terrifying, he can only integrate into reality and become a strong man in reality. In fact, he is no longer pursuing ideals. It is to escape from the past and make up for the gaps and shadows in one's heart. He didn't take the initiative to pursue it, he was on the run, so he could ignore everything, and there was nothing else in his eyes. ”

"In order to escape from that shadow, he has become a machine in pursuit of power, love, friendship, even he has lost himself, such a person is really pitiful, nothing. No matter how high he climbed or how much he gained, he was never truly satisfied. ”

The little sorceress who sighed reached out and stroked the long hair hanging down from her mane, she did not have the charm of a mature woman, but this purity and sensuality were something that a woman who had been immersed in the world could not have in any case. Light and pure as water.

"Such a person..... Actually, it's the majority. Living in this world, how can they not give in to this world? Heh, they never feel pitiful. Asa smiled slightly, and the chubby, smiling Lord Duke came to mind. He recalled a conversation he had with the Duke before Xiao Yi's wedding. According to Ayime's words. Rodhart was really exactly like the Duke, and he was once only one step away from taking this path.

There is no such thing as an inherently evil person, just as animals are not good or bad, as Asa has always thought. This is also the reason why he has never been able to be outright hostile and murderous towards anyone. Even against people like Duke Mrak, Rodhart, or even the Marquis.

"You compare me to that kind of person, where am I like him, I can't even hold on to my own beliefs, how can a fool who goes with the flow compare to me?" said Talis, glaring at Asa. It's one thing to listen to a story in the middle of the night, but it's another thing to accept that the protagonist of the story is just like yourself.

"I'm ..... now It's just a little confused. ”

"I can understand his mood a little, although it is a little different, but the confusion and horror when he suddenly loses the pillar that supports the sky in his heart, sad, really terrifying. Ai Yimei hugged her legs. shrunk like a frozen kitten, and his already slender body looked even more thin and pitiful under the wide mage robe.

Asa moved closer to Ayime, but Talis jumped over and sat next to Ayimeh and hugged her, glaring at Asa, "Do you want to do it?"

"Sister, don't worry, I will be your pillar in the future. Protecting you is also the only justice and light I can be sure of, without being confused. ”

"Yes. Ai Yimei looked at Talis and smiled, smiling like a flower in the light of the fire.

Looking at the two people who were hugging each other, Asa also smiled. He walked back to sit down across the campfire, feeling a warmth he had never felt before.

It would be nice to keep going like this, or go further. Asa suddenly had such a thought.

This feeling and thought was only available when I first went to Oufu. and her. Thinking of this, his heart suddenly became sour again, and he was stunned.

"Well, but where is the boy you said doing now? I remember that it was the queen of Ainfast who interceded for him and sent him into exile?" asked Talis suddenly.

Asa lay down and looked at the starry sky above. Answer: "I don't know." Hopefully he'll learn some lessons and settle down honestly wherever he goes. ”

Just hope so. Asa sighed secretly, knowing that he would not be an honest man to settle down. Indeed, as Ai Yimei said, there is only a far ahead in his eyes.

I'll be useful.

The echo of this sentence still seems to be echoing in his head, but now it sounds like a joke. It's so funny that it can't be funnier anymore, and it's a joke that can't be laughed at all.

"It's really useful......" The rickety old man in front of him also muttered, nodded his head, and coughed violently.

As long as this old man is there, this coughing has not stopped. Sometimes Rodhart really suspected that the old man would cough up his lungs at any moment, or just cough himself apart, and he had hoped for this countless times these days. But this old man is obviously dying at any moment, and he will die immediately, but it seems that he can cough until the next century.

With a sigh, the old man pulled open the flesh on Rodhart's chest, and his dry fingers picked at it, and his ribs popped open like automatic spring doors. The three hands like dead branches pinched Rodhart's heart, felt the elasticity of the young man's muscle fibers, and poked his liver and spleen, and then withdrew his hand.

It turned out that this heart was pinched like this, and Rodhart only knew now, but his heart had not beaten for a long time, and even the liver, spleen, stomach and other things had been processed, and I don't know what was stuffed inside.

His whole body felt very intact, as sensitive as he had just taken a hot bath, his heart could even feel the folds on his fingers, even the breath of the old man's breath could be felt on his internal organs, but he couldn't even blink his eyelids, not to mention his voice, his vocal cords had been taken out and thrown aside, probably the old man felt that he would never need this organ anymore.

I would be useful. This is what he has always believed in. Because he knows that only useful people will be reused, and will have the opportunity to climb upwards continuously. So he's always tried to be as useful as he could. Not only do you train your body and martial arts, but you also have your mind, what you know, and so on. But he never thought that he was just such a useful method.

The old man pulled the muscles of his arms and thighs again, buried his head in the eyes and seemed to carefully look at the blood vessels and nerves in his muscles, and couldn't help but sigh with a cough: "Very good physical fitness, although the strength and physique are a little worse than that, but the potential and coordination are much greater, and it is rare...... It's useful, it's useful..."

The old man's fingers were so clear that the pain could make one feel that his mind seemed to split under this sharp and great sting, but he could not relieve or vent with the slightest action.

The one in the old man's mouth was a fellow man standing in the corner. Probably of the same kind, Rodhart had seen the old man break down the muscles into small pieces like a giant toy made of building blocks, and then put them together piece by piece. This is probably the only person in the world who can go through the same situation as himself. If that's really human.

There is no need to say regrets or feelings. The way he felt now was pain other than pain, and he couldn't hold any other thoughts and feelings in his mind. The old man used a slender tube to pour a strange stench liquid into his body, and the rancid smell and strange magic completely replaced the blood, emanating from the veins and into the limbs.

The muscles, nerves, muscles, and bones of his hands and feet were all taken down by the old man and carefully studied, played with, and then put them back on like building blocks. The reinstalled parts seem to have more things and less things. Under the old man's withered hands, his body was completely reduced to a toy that could be disassembled at will. The old man's movements are skillful, and he has spent his whole life fiddling with human limbs and organs. He almost never used any instruments, just slowly teared, wrenched, and took the complete human body with his hands, and the magic on his fingers was everywhere, and the blood vessels immediately closed automatically, so that Rodhart would not bleed a little more.