The warlock straightened his robe, his face slightly pale in the sunlight, but his features were amazingly perfect. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoHe said that the attitude of a dead man is as easy as cutting a cutlet. The massacre not far away seemed to him to be no different from a rain and a gust of wind.

He was more interested in the attitude of the kneeling servant in front of him.

"You seem to be very dissatisfied, can you tell me why?" said Odin, softly, as if to really persuade an angry man, "You have plenty of time to ask me questions, and I will do my best to answer your doubts and cherish those last moments." ”

"Why kill him. Sieg gritted his teeth, not daring to look at his colleague who was not far from him, lying flat in a body bag and already stiffened, with the illusion of a sweet smell seeping into his teeth.

"You know, why do you ask? I said, I just made a suggestion, it was Lord Hall who gave the order, and the 'Silver Fir' died of his own free will, and we didn't kill him. The warlock said in a soft, calm tone, his black eyes like unfathomable water,

"Why did he die. When he heard the words "Lord Hall," Seeger felt like he had been stabbed in the heart.

"Why do you like to confirm the facts you already know, and do you want to dig up any false answers from them? You see, the whole plan was actually very hasty, and it only took half an hour from the time I found out that the Queen Mother had written an edict to the time it was passed on to Lord Hall to decide to carry it out. From this point of view - Lord Hall is very good at making a hammer deal. ”

Odin took a relaxed stance, leaned back on the balcony railing, and shook the ice wine again—though he didn't taste it, he was as curious about the treasures as he was about the Deepvale in front of him.

"You know, businessmen are the best at measuring risk – and this is a risk-free operation for the Honourable Chancellor of the Exchequer. If the jury does not come, then the local forces will protest against this intimidation, and the royal family, which is already weak, will have no say in it, and the plan to go to the south will be delayed again and again, and even cause dissatisfaction among the Templars. ”

The warlock said something that Sigurt already knew, further confirming his suspicions: "If the Inquisition acts, it will on the one hand deter the different families and urge them to send troops to the south. But on the other hand, it lit the fuse and redivided the already balanced forces. One thing is certain, the royal family will be completely elevated in the near future. ”

After that, the warlock chuckled again: "You see, now they are so frightened that their legs are weak, they dare to use the little king with an abnormal brain as a puppet, but they dare not disobey the orders of the Holy Land." And then - the great armies of the Empire will go south, and the hearts will be shattered, and we will fight a battle in Paliva, and flee back with no armor......"

Sieg closed his eyes, he really didn't want to listen to the warlock's arrogant words, his mind was full of dead bodies.

Odin stopped laughing: "In short, the more chaotic the political situation, the better it is for Deep Valley City, and merchants are the most likely to take advantage of the fire. When the time comes, the forces will be redivided, and the jungle wolves will jump out of the shadows and prey. ”

After speaking, the warlock changed his face of pity and said to Sigurd, "Far from it - there is no risk in Lord Hall's actions, and the only risk is you, 'Silver Fir' Bull and 'Shadow' Sigur. ”

"You are the only ones who have contact with the other side. 'Yinshan' forged the will of the Queen Mother, led the palace guards, and met with the former prime minister and several important ministers. Odin's tone grew deeper, as if he genuinely felt sorry for them, "And you, 'Shadow'—handed the letter to the Faceless Inquisitor. ”

"I'm telling Lord Hall - it's fast, efficient, and stealthy, with only two loopholes," the warlock calmly looked at his trembling servant, "and you're in danger of snitching under torture." ”

"So the Chancellor of the Exchequer gave an order for the 'Silver Firs' to bite the poison hidden in the second molar. Acting out of anger, he bowed silently to Lord Hall and asked for a Timberwolf badge. Odin raised his cup again—the spiritual sea of the kneeling man he had explored enough, and it was nothing more than irrational sorrow, resentment, and unwillingness.

Then, he added something that made Sieg even more desperate: "Lord Hall gave him the wolf badge. 'Silver Fir' clutched the badge to his chest, and with tears in his eyes, he fell silently. ”

"I say to Lord Hall - a small badge is also risky, and it may not be seen by the corpse movers who change shifts. Mr. Evan then snapped Bull's stiff fist and removed the wolf badge again. Then, I played a trick and burned the badge to ashes. ”

"So--Sig," Odin affectionately called his servant by name, "Do you choose to die in prison in humiliation, or do you choose to kill yourself in front of those who have sworn allegiance?"

Sieg closed his eyes and felt nothing but a buzz in his head, and he couldn't hear anything, he couldn't see anything. But wasn't that his oath and his faith—dying for the city of the Deep, after all, he wasn't a worthless death.

The servant felt his blood chill, and he finally raised his eyes to look at Evan Hale, then turned his head to look at the warlock he was talking to, with a perfectly gentle smile and black eyes that seemed to make him fall into the abyss.

"Are you sure the jury will make a verdict, and do you know they're going to kill?"

He remembered the warlock's frivolous attitude that day, and seemed unconcerned that the Inquisition would notify the Templars, contact the royal family, and carry out the lengthy and complicated process. If you know what is going to happen next, then this person ...... I really have no guilt about the massacre, and I am a knife in this massacre.

Odin took a step forward and looked down at Sigurd: "Are you doubting my judgment? It's understandable, after all, you haven't been in contact with the Inquisition, so you believe that you are cloaked in the shell of maintaining the authority of the Sanctuary. ”

"But I'm happy to tell you that people's perceptions -- a lot of times there are deviations, conventions that may never be true. Just as you think that the Inquisition and the Sanctuary are subordinate to the Sanctuary at the same time, they must have a common interest. But in fact, they have always been-for-tat contradictions. ”

Without the slightest emotion, the Warlock explained, "The Inquisition is more of an isolated institution of violence than the Templar administering secular faith. They do not serve any force, they only pursue one thing - blood. ”

"Of course I'm not sure they'll be so efficient in executing the punishment, but if we were to put it on a scale of probabilities from one to ten, we would be able to judge it to be eight, and it would be worth the effort. The reason people often don't get the most out of it is because they can't peel back the seemingly dangerous surface and see the substance underneath. ”

With that, Odin laughed again, and his smile was contagious—firm and calm, as if he could control everything.

Sigurt closed his eyes - no, he didn't want to know that, it didn't mean anything to him anymore. He wondered if the Warlock and Lord Hall really knew the consequences of the incident, and if so, what it really meant to these behind-the-scenes manipulators, the lives of his own, the lives of the 'Silver Firs' Bull, the lives of the slain.

Even Odin, who could read people's hearts, could not understand the thoughts of his servants. Because this is purely a personal feeling of logical confusion and has no practical value.