"I have a few things to know before I make a decision. While the conversation between Atwood and Glenn had shifted from the stone-turned Atticus to the recent weather and vegetation outside, Marcus seemed to have made his own decision. He looked at the two of them and said.

The two beings above and below the tree turned their gaze to the mushroom man, and although they did not speak, they made a gesture of listening. Seeing this, the Hand of the King struggled to keep his composure, fearing that what he said would anger the two men, causing him to be unable to return to reality from here, or even die outright. "Well, I want to know, if, I mean if, it's just a hypothesis," he said, taking a deep breath, "well, if, I choose to accept the power of the devil." Are you really going to help me? Or is there really no option in the first place? ”

The silence makes people suffocating. Marcus knows the attitude of the world towards demons and devils, and he knows that these two are really not good things. But he couldn't help it, as Atwood had said before, even if he could give up the devil's wisdom with great self-control, but the current situation of the Grey Lion did not allow him to do so. The king is dead, but Siggett is no less to Marcus than he is to Lothar, the monarch who has brought himself up to trust and guide is a benefactor whom he cannot repay with all his might, for his sake, for the sake of Hearn, Marcus cannot be out of the game at this time, he must persevere.

"Hehe, hehe, hahahaha" The sudden burst of laughter was beyond the expectations of humans, and he looked at Atwood, who was lying on the ground laughing, and King Emerald, who was shaking the whole forest, and fell into complete puzzlement. Marcus didn't understand what was so ridiculous about this.

After a long time, the laughter finally subsided, and the green staff was the first to rise from the ground, holding his cane with one hand around his neck, as if he might fall again at any moment. "Haha, I didn't expect you to be scared of this. Actually, this is completely unnecessary for you, and you don't need to worry about our attitude towards this matter at all. ”

"What? you don't care, but—" The King's Hand was once again confused, and the old elves didn't really care about their choices.

"That's just the way it is, human. King Emerald's voice calmed down, and he jumped to the lower treetops, and said in a genderless voice, "Perhaps you think that the existence of a devil is a very important matter. It's about your country and everything you know, and the devil has the power to mess them up like a pond. But for us, it doesn't matter. Whether the devil lives or dies, whatever your choice, pond or pond, that's enough. Even if the water of this pond is muddy, it will have a day when it will return to tranquility, just sooner or later. ”

Marcus opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't say anything. He knew he couldn't understand the idea of a being called Glenn, just as he couldn't guess the meaning of Atwood bringing him here. "Well, in that case, then my next question doesn't make much sense. When can we start? What do I need to prepare?"

"Don't be so impatient, Marcus. Unlike the Emerald King, Green Staff seemed to be trying to persuade the human, and he brushed the hair on his chest and pulled out a bunch of raspberries from it, "I can understand your choice. But don't forget, neither strength nor wisdom can come from one source in this world. I accepted your commission to heal you, and I will do the same. But I don't want you to regret your rash decision for the rest of your life. Your life is still very young, and there is no need to rush to decide your own path. ”

"Perhaps you're right, Lord Atwood, I don't really need this wisdom. After all, I don't reject the simple life, and to be honest, the further up I go up in the kingdom, the more ugly I see. No country is absolutely just, right? Just like no one is absolutely right, unless he is a fool who doesn't want to think. Marcus paused, he thought of the name of a fool, and wondered if the guy had rushed to Vale with Cheese and was still alive.

"Of course I could just go away and be a farmer or a small businessman. I don't want the so-called reputation, family, and status. But I'm gone, what about the others? What about the guys my age who sleep in the camp with their weapons on their pillows? I'm not a god, I can't help them to the end, but I at least understand the value of human life better than those who only have profit in their minds!"

Green Staff, laughed. This time he wasn't laughing, but the hair on his face shook slightly, and the way he looked at Marcus changed slightly. Perhaps, the wisdom of the devil has overshadowed a more rare quality in your soul. This makes me even more regretful, you have chosen to sacrifice for the sake of others, but the path you choose will make you gradually lose your humanity, and finally become an existence that only knows how to obtain benefits. The path you choose will make you the most despicable person you are now. ”

"If I were to run away now, I would immediately feel guilty about myself. The King's Hand said in a firm tone, just as he had climbed the walls to fight when the nezumi were attacking the city.

Atwood sighed, turned to the people in the treetops, and asked, "What do you think, Your Majesty?"

"Didn't he already decide? Why do you ask me again? King Emerald said softly, his tone indiscerning his attitude towards Marcus' decision.

The old elf nodded, and turned to look at the human. He tore off one of the raspberries and threw it in his mouth, then threw one high into the canopy and gave it to King Emerald. Eventually, Atwood put the rest of the raspberries in his hands and held them to Marcus, "If you're up to it, eat them." When you wake up, it's all settled. ”

The King's Hand took over the small fruits with a hand made of mycelium, and their red color was very attractive. Marcus dared to say that the ladies of the aristocracy must have been happy to use them as a tea party or after-dinner snack. But now, they were more like potions to him that didn't know what would happen after they were eaten. The hesitation didn't last long, and the mushroom man threw his head back and swallowed all the berries in his hand. He didn't even have time to taste the fruit before the deep darkness enveloped him again.

Looking at Marcus as he fell straight to the ground, Greenstaff walked over and grabbed the former's feet, dragging him towards the middle of the forest. King Emerald followed him in the treetops, and neither of them said anything more. And when they reached the clearing in the forest, a building that looked like a nest built by some kind of giant bird had been waiting there for a long time. It didn't take much effort for Atwood to throw the mushroom man's body inside, and then he reached out and pressed his finger hard against the protruding branch, the skin punctured, and dark red blood ran down the wound to the hair. The old elf used his blood-stained hair as a pen to write a large number of lines on the ground, most of which were layered like swirls and connected to each other like knots.

When the elf had done all this, he stood up and looked in the direction of King Emerald, "He can't come here anymore, can he?"

"Of course, tainted with the power of the devil, he will be permanently shut out of this place. ”

The green staff nodded, and with a casual stroke of the cane in the air, the top of the wooden staff began to catch fire. He then set the building on fire with the fire. In the crackling sound of the flames, he said lightly,

"It's a pity. ”