A man, a woman.

John remembered the words of the Grim Reaper, a woman who had been banished by her father.

The woman saw him too.

It seems that I didn't expect that someone other than myself would appear here.

"The new Grim Reaper?"

The woman looked bored, and she sat on a rock.

He is wearing black clothes on his body, outlining a good figure.

Jet-black hair, fair skin.

Three-dimensional facial features, I don't know if it's insomnia or smoky makeup, there is black around her eyes.

The woman just looked at John and threw a small stone out.

The stone hit another stone and rolled to John's feet.

John picked up the stone, and it was dark.

"Hello."

John greets the woman.

The woman noticed John's clothes, but saw him again.

"Are you alive?"

As if to find something magical, the woman jumped from a large rock.

She walked towards John on her long legs.

The girl was not short, tall and tall, and she held out a finger to pick John's chin.

Leaned over and sniffed John's scent of the living.

"Where did you come from, boy?"

"I'm out of the boy's category, to be exact," John quietly detached from that finger and looked around, "You're the one who was betrayed by your father?"

"Betrayed by my father? Haha, you used a good description," the woman laughed, "I'm not going to kill you."

It seems that the woman had wanted to kill someone.

"Thank you so much." John shook his head amusedly.

"I think you need a chair."

John waved his hand, and the stone turned into a chair and fell.

When the woman saw it, she revealed John's identity.

"Wizard."

"Obviously." John shrugged and conjured a chair for himself to sit on.

The woman sat across from John, as if there had been no one to talk to for a long time.

They chatted.

John wondered how long the woman had been here.

But the woman told John that she had been here for thousands of years.

Her father was a warlike monarch, but one day, her warlike monarch suddenly began to speak of mercy, and even gave up his hard-won land.

As his father's first child, he has always been charging for him, and he has never fallen in every battle.

But her father's change was difficult for her to accept.

So he protested and parted ways with his father.

But the father felt that his daughter was too cruel, sent an army, and even exiled his daughter himself.

"He is savage, and he is civilized and merciful." The woman said, hatred in her eyes.

John listened to the story, and he cast a look of pity on the woman.

The woman was taught by her savage father to be a killing machine.

But the civilized father was the first to abandon the daughter he had taught.

"It was not you who your father banished," John sighed, "but his once savage self."

The woman looked up at John with a strange look in her eyes, "That's what you think?"

"Of course."

John nodded and said, "I'm a king too, so I know that."

"Are you king?" The woman said unexpectedly, "What kind of king are you?"

"King of Wizards," John laughed, "I would be glad if you would call me the Witch King."

"You're bold enough to talk to me like that." The woman looked at John fixedly, "Are you also banished?"

"Not really," John shook his head, "I walked in here of my own free will."

"It's kind of an adventure, so I'll talk to you

Say that."

For an exiled man, John saw the trip as an adventure.

So he said a lot.

About my own experience in the wizarding world.

Adventures when you are young, adventures when you grow up, adventures now.

"You are a king, and you should conquer." Hearing that John stopped destroying that country, the woman said contemptuously, "Use your power to conquer that world."

"That's a good idea, but it's a pity that Slytherin is selfish." John didn't care about the woman's tone either, and said casually, "After the destruction, the wizard has no power to control those places."

"As a king, you have to think more, don't you?"

His words made the woman fall into deep thought.

In her previous role as the king's executor, she was destined to use killing as her way of action.

But John told her how to do things as a king.

"You want me to sympathize with my father?" The woman's eyes revealed coldness, let herself forgive the old man?

"No, that's not a king, it's a fool."

John shook his head decisively, he was not a man with a heart overflowing with the Virgin.

"Your father was able to banish you, so did he treat you as a daughter rather than a tool?"

Not only was he not sympathetic to the woman's father's approach, but on the contrary, he was disgusted.

The father teaches his daughter the art of killing and instills the idea of conquest, but he himself changes his mind and betrays the woman who fought for him.

As a king, he renounced the men he had cultivated.

As a father, what he did was to banish his daughters and rebuke women for their cruelty.

That person, who is the culprit in ignoring all this.

And the woman is just the perfect executor he expects to grow up.

Are women wrong?

She responds well to her father's response to her own king, and it is not her who changes, but her father.

"He sees you as a weapon he can't control," John grinned, "and if you choose revenge, I'll just clap my hands."

The woman smiled too, and she looked at John with no murderous intent or coldness.

"You're a nice fellow, and you're a friend to be liked, boy." The woman held out her hand to John, "What do you say?"

"I think that's a good name, friend."

John shook hands with him and smiled, "I hope we can see each other again."

The woman lifted her chin slightly, showing her pride as the king's daughter.

And as the witch king, John also responded with pride.

Proud people are always attracted to each other.

Even though it's just the first time they've met, it can make two people very good friends.

Maybe many years later, John will have a living friend.

That's pretty good.

Isn't it?

But calling him a boy always feels weird.

"John Wick," John said, "you can call me John."

"Your name is mediocre." The woman said.

John reluctantly said, "But it's a good name."

"I have many names, but this one is the one my friends call for."

The woman laughed, and she said with great pride, "When I get out of this place and become king, I will go to you, John."

"We'll meet again when I'm done sitting for a long time."

John sensed that the fog was approaching, and that he had lingered too long in the world.

Death begins to expel the living.

"Maybe you should let me hear how loud your name is." After John finished speaking, his body was engulfed in the mist.

Similar to the feeling of being expelled last time, John felt his body being repelled by a strange force.

The woman's voice came indistinctly.

"Hela, call my name, my friend, John."

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