The figure of Cheese disappeared from the campfire. Elsa tried to follow, but Mona stopped her. Anyone knows that the best thing to do now is to wait for the mage himself to calm down and understand what is to be taken for granted. Krus looked at the others, a strange sneer on his lips, and he gestured for his apprentice to follow, then got up and walked away from the flames, and sat down on the bare rock in the distance.

"Teacher, why don't we sit with them?" asked Jerry curiously, holding a small piece of rusk in his hand, not because he was hungry, but because of his survival habits, he always hid some food on his body in case he needed it. Callus appreciated this vigilance.

"Why should we sit with them, they've never treated us like one kind, boy. The Demon Spawn's expression was calm, and he couldn't tell what kind of emotion his words contained, "You also heard what they said to the wizard just now, right?"

Jerry nodded silently and put the rusks into a small cloth bag tied around his waist. As a nezumi, he didn't have to wear clothes, but the shame of being a human made Jerry make himself a bottom out of simple fabric, and as for the top, he chose to be the same as his teacher.

"Nodding your head won't solve the problem. Tell me what you think, boy, I'm curious what my apprentice can think of outside of those idiots' words. Krus slapped the apprentice on the back, and thanks to the killer's subtle control of force, the encouragement didn't cause Jerry any discomfort.

"I, I think they're right. The mouse man hesitated for a long time before saying this. He looked up at his teacher, wondering what the Demon Spawn was saying.

The killer sneered, but not because of Jerry's answer. He continued to say in a flat voice, "Yes, those places?"

"All the parts. The nezumi did kill a lot of people, and without them, the Molten Iron City wouldn't have collapsed, and my parents wouldn't have been..."Thinking of his parents, Jerry's eyes welled up with tears, he looked down and wanted to wipe them with the back of his hand, but found that long hairs were growing on his body, he looked away from his eyes in disgust, and let the tears flow out of his eyes, "They have to pay!"

Krus looked into the boy's eyes, tears filled with anger and fear. The Demon Descendant's eyes were half-closed, and the corners of his mouth drooped naturally, and he understood how painful it was to lose blood relatives, especially his parents. Because the first person he killed, the first person he was forced to kill by his devilish father, was his biological mother. But Krus was quickly freed from his pain, and he had found peace of mind that would no longer be consumed by emotions as easily as before.

"But, boy, you have to realize one thing. The killer pressed his hands on the apprentice's shoulders, "That's right now, you, too, are the nezumi." If you think that all nezumi are guilty, then you are also guilty. Tell me, did you kill your parents?"

"I didn't, but I, I—" Jarrus's words confused Jerry, and the boy's mind couldn't handle the complex question, so he could only wait helplessly for an answer.

"Listen, boy. There's a reason the word hate is so harsh, it's not something to mention so easily. Revenge, it may be justified, but it is not noble, and if you let yourself fall into it, and let anger and impulsiveness think for yourself, you will regret it. In fact, everyone understands this truth, but when it happens to them, they all choose the wrong answer without hesitation. But you can't, because you're my apprentice, you have to learn to control your hatred, it's yours, first lesson. ”

"But we deserve to be hated. Peg tied her long hair in a casual strip to indicate that she was in a bad mood, "Look, witches, demons, nezumi. We are not human, but we live in the kingdom of men. We've all killed people, and our race, which is different from humans, is burdened with countless blood debts. And although some of those blood debts are self-inflicted by humans, they do not blame their own kindred, because they are all human. After many years, no one will remember who is responsible for the rat-man plague, and the history of the blue lion will only write down how many people died because of the rat-people. ”

"Yes, so we should hate them because they hate us? No, that's not the right way to go. Clarus said calmly.

Peg sat down on the other side of the Demon Descendant, leaning weakly on the latter, "But that's the path most people choose." In the city where I came, witches dealt with the most cruel punishments to those who tried to challenge us, and some of us, madmen like Kiri, were happy to hear about it. But I know, I can see, even though my eyes don't have the magic of Qili, I can see the fear in the eyes of those adults. They are cruel because they are afraid, they are afraid that others are not afraid of what they will do to them later. ”

Krus didn't know what to say, so he didn't say anything. As the night grew darker and the campfire darkened, boys and girls fell asleep in his arms. The Demon Spawn looked at the starry sky and sang a song he had forgotten from which he had heard, "The wheels of gold crushed the farmer, the wheels of silver crushed the peasant woman, the wheels of black iron crushed the children, the wheels of flesh and blood crushed the nobles, and the wheels of rice crushed the forest...... Hey, the wheels of hatred are crushing us all. ”

On the other side, Cheese walked into the ruins of the turbid current, but he didn't hear the Demon's song. He staggered into the depths of the ruins as if he were fleeing, and the mage suddenly felt so strange to his companion. He didn't understand why his companions would say that when he offered to save all the nezumi, of course he understood how much damage the nezumi had, but it wasn't of their own free will, was it? Everything that happened in this kingdom was a conspiracy that was orchestrated, why didn't they understand! These are all fakes! It's a designed script!

"Because for them, the dead are real. The destroyed homeland is real. The lost limb is real, and the painful wound is real...... So hatred, too, is real. "I don't know where the sound came from, and I don't know if it's real. It reached Cheese's ear and whispered softly.

"No, the hatred is not real. They don't know what they should hate!They've all been deceived!" The mage, kneeling in the ruins, clutched the rubble on the ground with both hands, and the blood flowed from the sharp edges.

"Deceived, interesting point of view. Everyone has only two pairs of eyes, and they can't see the whole picture of the world, and even your fellow disciple, the noble gray-robed wizard, are not also pursuing answers that only make sense to themselves? Let me see, let me see how many new collectibles you can bring me, hehe..."