"Then let's not talk about that. Cohen changed the subject: "How have you been doing here in the past half a month?"

"Generally speaking! From a former killer to a bodyguard, I'm a little unaccustomed. ”

"Would you like to stay here?" Cohen looked at the crow, "You know I don't mean anything else, I just want my friends to be happy." ”

"Whatever! In my life, it doesn't matter if I'm happy or not. The crow whispered, "A glass of water, a loaf of bread, I live the same everywhere." ”

"If Baby Qinlun is here, it will be sad to hear this. ”

"You don't have to look at me like that. Raven retorted, "And you have already said that you don't need to control me with Qinlun. ”

"I'm sorry, but I was motivated. Cohen smiled bitterly and replied, "A glass of water, a loaf of bread...... Even if it can make you feel a little happy, the friendship I have paid is not wronged. ”

Hearing this, a smile flashed on the crow's face, but it was still caught by Cohen's eyes.

"I know I'm not a good person, and I have a super bad personality, I always oppress others, and I like to help others with ideas. Cohen gave himself a brief assessment: "But you, my friend, know that you are free, and I don't want this friendship to become a burden to you." ”

"Did today's meeting make you feel bad?" said the crow lightly, "You talk a lot of nonsense. ”

"It's true that I talk a lot of nonsense. Cohen smiled self-deprecatingly, "Actually, I want to ask you something very important, but I don't know how to say it." ”

"If you ask directly, it's actually quite simple. ”

From this answer of the crow, Cohen could not grasp his state of mind at all. Does he mean that if there is something between friends, can you ask directly, or is it a sarcasm that doesn't make obvious sense?

"Alright!" Cohen nodded. Decided to bet: "Which big man is in a hurry to kill me? And you don't seem to kill for money. ”

"Don't you know anything about this?" the crow still had the same cold expression, "I thought you had already guessed who it was." ”

"It's just speculation, and it needs to be confirmed by you. I was forcing myself not to think about my friend's past, it wasn't a pleasant process. ”

"My ultimate identity is that of an assassin in the Temple of Paradise Island, directly under the orders of the Cardinal. After a pause, the crow, whose eyes were confused, replied, "It was the red-clothed priest who asked me to assassinate you, or should I say, the previous red-clothed priest." ”

"Sure enough, it was him. Do you know why?" Cohen didn't look surprised at this answer: "We broke up not long after the dividing line between gods and demons, and from the time of view, he seems to be in a hurry. ”

"I'm an executioner killer, and I never think about politics. The crow shook his head: "You have to figure this out for yourself, I can't help you." ”

Cohen smiled slightly, and was already very satisfied, after all, the crow's tone revealed the hidden meaning of "I want to help you, but I can't help", which shows that the crow has gradually accepted himself as a friend, and compared to this, it doesn't matter what the idea of the red-clothed priest is. That guy has a lot of debts anyway, so he doesn't have to worry about it.

"I suddenly realized that I was stupid! talking to a friend about bloody things on such a quiet night. Cohen stood up and went to the side cabinet and pulled out a bottle of wine: "Don't talk about that. Would you like to have a drink? Very light wine. ”

"I don't drink. The crow shook his head: "Drinking will drive me crazy." ”

"Okay then!" Cohen raised his hand, and a crystal cup filled with water slid down the table to the crow, Cohen raised his glass: "Just talk about you, you can also ask me about it." ”

"In fact, you know you're Cohen. After Al Qaeda, you have no secrets from me. The crow didn't give Cohen the slightest face: "Your qiē, the temple has a record." ”

"Both?" Cohen's hand holding the glass of wine stared in front of him, "What else is the temple doing here?, the temple is watching over us?"

"Yes, there are records of the main ministers of the Empire. The crow drank water: "Because you have too many bad deeds, that record is more than three times thicker than the others." ”

"Tell me what's recorded?"

"From the time you were born until now, you have had military affairs, internal affairs, and even private life. The crow threw out the secret of the temple without hurry: "However, the temple's assessment of your strength is reasonable, and among all the military generals, you are ranked in the top ten." ”

"Cut! It's only in the top ten, these stupid people. Cohen was clearly unhappy with this assessment: "I'm the only one who has defeated the Demon Alliance. ”

"There was too much chance in that victory, and your opponent wasn't a very good commander, so the top 10 is reasonable. ”

"That's fine, the leader is not so easy to be, and it's not good for people to be wary of me everywhere. Cohen put down his glass, "Tell me about you! I know almost nothing about you." ”

"What is there to say?" asked the crow indifferently.

"Tell me about your ideals, life goals, etc......" Cohen had completely put down the emperor's demeanor, sat down on the table, and crossed his legs: "Do you know? Fichette once asked me that! After meeting you, I gradually found that he was a very competent friend and knew how to care for people. ”

"How do you answer him when he asks you this?" the raven asked, "Tell me your answer first." ”

"Me?" Cohen grinned, "I replied that I had no ideals and no goals in life. ”

"What a watertight answer. The crow nodded solemnly: "Please allow me to borrow it." ”

"I'm not surprised by your words. Cohen smiled again: "Then let me say hello in a different way...... You're so old, and in your twenty years of life, you always have something you want, you always have something you want to know, or rather, it's always okay for the enemy to find one, right?"

The crow remained silent, his eyes shifting, and he gulped down his water.

"Did my words upset you?" Cohen spread his hands, "I'm sorry, I'm a scoundrel, you can choose not to answer." ”

Someone else asked. I'll keep him shut up forever. But you ......" the crow put the cup down heavily, "I don't want to know much." I don't have anything to think of, the enemy...... There are one or two. ”

"I'm waiting for your further explanation. Cohen nodded, "I thought you didn't care about anything!"

"Compared to your question, your inquisitive attitude makes me feel uncomfortable. The crow looked at the young man in front of him, "I'd rather you tell me to kill, it would be much easier for me." ”

"After losing a friend, I realized that killing is not the only solution, nor is it the best solution. Cohen shook his head: "Just as no one can decide the fate of others, who has the right to decide the life and death of others?"

"This is not what a scoundrel can say, nor is it what an emperor can say. The crow was amused by someone again: "What the hell are you? Can you do this?"

It's one thing to understand that. But I can't do it right now. Because I know that human greed is endless, and I am now in a vindictive state of mind. Cohen smiled bitterly: "It's okay for any character, you think I'm a hooligan, I'm a hooligan, you think I'm the emperor, then I'm the emperor." Who is your enemy? ”

"He may be filthy, but he is not my enemy. The raven shook his head: "My enemies are my parents. ”

"Your parents?" Cohen was a little surprised, "Do you know who your parents are?"

"From the conversation of the cardinal priests before, I vaguely know something. The crow lowered his gaze.

Cohen didn't know what was going on, and he didn't want to ask, so he had to wait for the crow to say it himself. And the crow just started to stay at this time. stared fixedly at the table in front of him, about the "enemy". Not a word again. But there has always been a strange way of understanding each other between Cohen and the crow, and there are many things that don't need to be explained in detail.

"What do you think of me? I'm a little sick, am I?" After a long moment, the crow looked up, "The only enemy is the parents who gave him life." ”

"Everything happens for a reason. Cohen replied softly, "In my opinion, you are normal. ”

"Even you agree with my hatred, so it seems that I am right. ”

"I just said I understood, I didn't say I agreed. Cohen looked at the crow: "Didn't you say you were an orphan?"

"Orphans, of course. The crow smiled: "But no matter how dirty the orphan is, he has a background, and I am the dirtiest ......."

"!" Cohen scolded angrily: "Born or something, wouldn't it be nice to show your empty eyes and face it? You don't care about anything, why are you worried about this matter?!"

"If I could see it, I wouldn't be me......" Raven replied in a rare decadent tone to Cohen's tough tone, "or rather...... This is the sorrow of my life......"

"I don't believe in any sorrow that lasts for a lifetime. Cohen looked at the ceiling: "I will never believe in the so-called fate, everything, I can change, I am sure of that." ”

"That's you, and I'm different. The crow bowed his head: "From the moment I was born, my fate seemed to be sealed. ”

"Yes? We can give it a try. Cohen laughed: "If you don't object, I want to take you to experience something that will never be forgotten." ”

"What's the benefit to me of going through these things?"

"You're going to change, you're going to be sadder, you're going to be happier......" Cohen looked at the crow, "How's it going, are you going to have a hard time?"

"Whatever you want, it doesn't make a difference anyway. The crow stood up, walked to the door, and said in an indifferent tone, "Why do I have such an old-fashioned conversation with you?

In the dimly lit dungeon of the harem, the two red-clothed priests had been hanging on a special wooden frame for more than half a month.

A lonely magic lamp hung above their heads, and the brightness of the light it emitted was definitely not pleasant, something they were most familiar with in the past half a month. Equally familiar were the steel needles and whips, and all the tools that could make people feel excruciating pain.

In this small, almost maddening space, there is no delicious food, no top wine, no waiters, nothing...... Not even fresh, musty air can be breathed. Compared to the previous life. It's worse than death now.

But Cohen. Kaida didn't want them to die. The new emperor seems to be more interested in completely destroying people's minds. His torture officers visit the area twice a day, rain or shine to bring new greetings to the cardinals.

When they arrived, they were executed, and they never asked them anything, not even a word. After the complete set, they will be treated by the magician, and finally they will stuff some food into their mouths that "even animals don't eat".

This is how the two priests survived day by day, and if they could commit suicide, they would not hesitate to do it...... But then again, will these two "adults" have the courage to judge themselves at that time? No one can guarantee it, because their hearts are more fickle than women in love.

Now, it's time for torture. The two unkempt priests stared at each other with lifeless eyes, waiting for that cruel moment, and their faces were no longer as sacrosanct as before.

At the side of the stairs, the metal door opened, and behind the light, a stream of fresh air poured into the dungeon.

The two decrepit men didn't have time to think about it, and they were both breathing heavily, and a wisp of air seeped through the iron mouths. They greedily inhaled into their lungs, and they were reluctant to spit it out for a long time.

Several soldiers dragged them up. After applying the forbidden magic, he lifted the torture instruments from their bodies, and followed them for a long way, dark and unknown.

"Kneel down – bow your head!"

A majestic voice sounded, and the two hurriedly did so. At this time, at that time, they are no longer above 10,000 people, and in their current lives, slap fists will come without warning, so they have to be careful to serve everyone.

A group of footsteps came from a distance, the lights became brighter and brighter, and the two decrepit people smelled the familiar aroma of red wine. Zuo Sai had even judged that it was a top-notch red wine from a certain place in the Demon Alliance, and judging from the smell, the vintage of this red wine was very cute.

Listen carefully to the sound of another footstep, swift but not urgent, steady but not dull, that one could not help but look up to see what was going on—but the two priests did not dare now.

"Huo, it's the two of you!" a presumptuous voice said in a playful tone, "It's been a long time, you all raise your heads and let me see." ”

Hearing this voice, the two priests trembled with fright, but they did not have the courage to disobey the master of this voice, only raised two terrified faces, and a person who absolutely did not want to see again appeared in their field of vision.

Dressed in neat royal civilian clothes and shiny black hair, the emperor of the Sibia Empire was looking at the two kneeling men with an animal-like look.

"Tut-tut!" Cohen. Kaida sat down at the small table, picked up the wine glass, shook her head, and smacked her lips like a woman buying vegetables in the market: "Thin, thin......"

The cardinal priests didn't dare to say anything about Cohen's ridicule, their eyes glistening with tears, and they didn't know what fate awaited them next. But after so many days, the two of them already knew one thing—without the order of His Majesty Cohen, even the tears in their eyes would be punished.

He had already waved his hand to let the others retreat, leaving only a white-clothed maid by his side. No one knew what he was thinking, or what he was going to do with the two priests.

"Half a month has passed, are you two still satisfied with my hospitality?" Majesty Cohen took a sip of the red wine in the glass, closed his eyes and savored the unique aroma: "Or, do you have anything to say to me?"

Hearing His Majesty Cohen's words, the two priests nodded or shook their heads, panicking, not knowing what the emperor had in mind.

"The floor is hard, isn't it?" Cohen leaned slightly sideways with a thoughtful expression, "Haven't you knelt before?"

The left priest shook his head, and the right priest rushed to say: "Back to your majesty, I didn't kneel often before, I was very uncomfortable, and the floor was very hard. "Because he hadn't spoken for too long, the tongue of the right priest was a little knotted.

"I like smart people, no matter where each other stands. In the bright light, there was a faint smile on His Majesty Cohen's face: "It's done! You can stand and talk back at the right sacrifice! As for the other fool who only knows how to shake his head, you can continue to kneel." ”

The right priest thanked Dade, first respectfully responded "Yes!" and then stood up with difficulty. His numb legs were a little disobedient, and his body shook several times before he could stand still. Although standing up and talking back is not a grace that can be talked about, it is a great stimulus for Zuo Shi, who is still kneeling on the ground, because it has shown that he is lagging behind.

Everyone is a prisoner at the level of a red-clothed priest, why should they kneel and reply? The right priest is not smarter than himself, and he can't let him reap the benefits alone!

"How many years have you two been red-clad priests?" Cohen asked, picking up a piece of snack and looking at it by the light, "What have you done before?"

"Back to Your Majesty's words—the criminal minister has been this red-clothed priest for twelve years!" As soon as Cohen's voice fell, the left priest preemptively replied: "The younger one used to be a traveling priest of the temple, and then an intermediate temple priest, and then a junior cardinal priest, a high priest of the temple, and finally a red-clothed left priest. There is also an elder brother in the family, three younger brothers, and more than ten juniors......"

"You're not slow to react! Get up!" Cohen chuckled after listening to his tirade, "How do you two feel about these ten days of life?

"Back to His Majesty, I'm not used to it. The right priest endured his grief and said in a pleading tone, "I'm going crazy......

"Your Majesty, I know that such a day is atoning for the sins of the past. Zuo Priest paid more attention to Majesty Cohen's expression: "But our tolerance has reached the limit, and we really can't hold it anymore......!

"Pity?" Cohen smiled and threw the snack back on the silver platter: "You should have a bottom in your heart about what you have done, do you think you can get my mercy? Seeing that both of you are in good health, you should be able to live until the day when you bear it!"

The faces of the two decrepit men turned pale, doesn't this mean that they will be tortured to death? (To be continued......