Batches of logistical supplies sealed in wooden crates were loaded behind specially made transport wagons, and Sacco, wearing a black hood, stood on the edge of the roof of the dwelling, watching the last wagons leave.

Saco knew that this meant that the master had left, and with him Sister Misha.

And he will follow Mage Tali to the Immortal Fortress in three days to learn mysterious magic from the mages of Black Rose.

Sacco had long known that he had a talent for magic, whether it was his master, or Uzar or other black rose mages who served the Emerald Collar said so, the reason why he had always only done some simple mana reserve training and meditation, rather than learning specific magic methods, was only because special magical talents would be affected by acquired learning, and if you want to maximize the efficiency of the use of talents, you must be on the right path from the beginning.

In fact, for Sacco himself, whether it is magic or murder training, it doesn't matter what he does, he only needs to consider whether his goals and actions are contrary to the orders and wishes of his master, and he doesn't need to think about anything else.

Except for the uncle and the woman......

He has his own thoughts and desires.

Summer in the Emerald Collar was always accompanied by a sentimental drizzle, and the misty grey sky and the humidity that enveloped his body made Sacco's mind diverge a little, and he enjoyed the silence in the rain at the moment, where the noise of the world and the painful struggles of humanity were gone.

Sacco clasped his hands up, palms facing up.

The raindrops gently hit the lines of the palm, bringing a cold and cold feeling.

This feeling is a little more warm than a human body that has lost its breath

Through the drizzle, he could clearly see how the girl named Lena was heartbroken, watching his father and lover gradually grow cold.

He was alone in the rain savoring the overly complicated emotions before the girl went crazy.

Until the sound of heavy rain from leather boots came from behind him, and his uncle's voice was still full of disgust and hatred for himself.

Sacco was used to being hated, but he was surprised that his uncle didn't call him a bastard this time.

"How did you do that?"

"I ...... I don't really understand. ”

Hector, who was frowning, swallowed the confinement white chewing stick in his mouth in three or two bites, the rain curtain began to become dense, his vision became hazy, and he suddenly felt that he couldn't see his nephew clearly.

Pure killing has nothing to fear in his opinion, the skin has been peeled off for an unknown amount, and he has long known the vital points and nerve veins of the human body.

Only something more evil and filthy than killing could move him, a realm he didn't know,

For example, how to turn his sister into a dedignified livestock, and how to kill an unruly father, drive his daughter crazy, and make most people think that the victim's death is their own cause.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he knew that he had always had a natural fear of such things.

Three points of fear is the innate bad seed of cruelty and corruption, and the remaining seven points are the fear that one might become like that.

"Lena, that woman, how did you manage to kill her father and drive her crazy?"

“…… I didn't do anything, I just made her accept the cruelest truth. ”

"The brutal truth? What brutal truth? ”

After thinking for a moment, Sacco whispered.

"The truth is that no matter how much she gives, she will never be able to replace her mother, and she will always be a substitute for another person in the eyes of her father...... And she really gave all her sincerity, everything she lost, everything she gained, couldn't escape the shadow of another person......

Lena, she has no value in life, the only value is to make her loved one recall the good past with another person...... I knew all this, I witnessed all this, and then, I told it all to Lena, and she laughed, she cried, and she finally lived like another person,

I've probably helped her......"

Hector Sacko's voice was not good, his voice was a little hoarse, some sharp, and his tone was sincere, like a child who was a little weak, but Hector sensed something terrible in his nephew's voice.

The Emerald Collar is not the legendary heaven of peace and joy, the dark places that ordinary people can't see are always more dangerous than most people think, in addition to the vicious thugs, there is a kind of criminal who needs to be personally executed by the Night Blade, this kind of criminal is no different from ordinary people, and even most of the time it has nothing to do with what 'evil' and 'cruel' words that flaunt the wicked, before exposing the crime, no one will think about what is hidden in the dark side of an ordinary person.

Hector called it 'gift', a unique talent for hunting, each of which is a ravage and desecration of human nature.

Sacco seems to have such a talent, just like his father Brian.

And he doesn't seem to understand what his talent really means.

Staring at Sacco who was holding the rain, Hector suddenly had an urge to kill the monster, and in just a moment, the impulse turned into action, and his fingers clamped the small blade coated with poison in the pocket compartment, and only needed to cut any part of Sacco's skin, and the deadly toxin would take the monster's life.

No matter how terrible a monster is, as long as it stops breathing, it is just a pile of rotten meat that will always be **.

Pity......

"Rose Villas B-2."

Sacco took a silver etched key from his uncle, his eyes shining with hope.

"My only request is that you are not allowed to touch my sister, and if you still want to see her, you better keep the agreement."

The rhythm of the rain was emitted by the dripping raindrops, which masked the footsteps of the man leaving, and also hid the worries that belonged to the elder brother.

Sacco, who was already soaking wet, remained motionless, picked up the key with both hands, and slowly pressed it to his forehead, as eagerly as he had put it on Rena's forehead.

It is a soul-like desire to express that makes him feel like a thinking person.

It was as if he had returned to Glenlot's mansion, to that special night.

"I'm like you, Lena, life never belongs to us, we are destined to be a stepping stone for others, to live for others, we are confused, but sometimes we inadvertently think about what is the meaning of all this."

The stunned father was lying on the bed, and the fear on the girl's face gradually faded, and there was a touch of confusion.

"I'm hiding in the closet, looking at a dozen of your clothes, none of them fit,

I'm listening to your conversation, your father never cared about your feelings, he always talked about your mother, he knew that Glenlot was dangerous, but he still chose to bring you, he allowed you to be isolated by other people, his whole world turned into his color, you were so humble that you even needed to use your mother as a topic to express your feelings, you were like an empty shell, with breath but no soul.

He gave out all his love and never left you half a point. ”

Letting go of the girl, whose eyes were already red and swollen and her expression was already a little sluggish, Sacco took out a small brown bottle and placed it in the girl's palm.

The girl recognized that her father would take one before foreplay each time.

"You never had the identity of Lina, but now you have a chance to love him as Lina and not as your mother, as he said, to love without thinking about anything, to prove to your father that you are Rena and not a substitute for someone."

More than a dozen grains are in the stomach, and even in a coma, there is a danger that there will be a hole in the ceiling.

Sacco leaned back in his chair with his chin propped up, and he finally understood that a person's breath could be so powerful.

------Off topic------

C386 is closed in the small black room, and it will take two days to reapply for the lifting of the ban on QAQ