Standing on the edge of the building where the sanctuary was located, feeling the cold wind blowing in his face, Carlil narrowed his eyes and shook his head slowly.

A restful night's sleep is a rare thing. He thought.

Last night, he experienced this feeling again in a rare way. There were no dreams or anything waiting for him in the dark, only a calm depression.

He spent six hours of sleep quietly, and he could have asked for more, but he refused.

There's always something to do. Moreover, the craving for pleasure can lead to laziness.

"We need to wait, Spirit."

Facing the oncoming sour cold wind, Carlil squinted and said.

"What happened last night will soon be known to all the nobles."

"This kind of thing can't be hidden for too long, not to mention the families who have interests with each other...... Even those nobles who are completely confined to their own world and only care about pleasure should realize that something is wrong after a while. ”

"Their reaction is likely to be the same as I expected, and they will start fighting each other for the vacated seats and rights...... Of course, it may not be. Either way, we'll have to wait a while. ”

Carlil paused and sighed.

"After all, this time is the eve of the Great Purge."

The ghost thought for a moment, then nodded, but offered a different opinion.

"Why don't we kill the other nobles, Karil? We know where they are, and we know how to find them. ”

Carlil raised an eyebrow in slight surprise, then smiled slightly, and there was some sincere joy in his smile.

"Well, Wraith—let me ask you a few questions, shall we?" He spoke softly.

The ghost nodded silently.

"You see a gang member robbing, what are you going to do?"

"Kill him." The ghost said without thinking. "He's definitely done it more than once."

"Correct. So, the second question, what do you do when you see a group of gang members robbing? ”

"Kill them all." The wraith frowned. "Gangs...... Death is too good for him. ”

"Correct. The third question, ghosts - what are you going to do this time when you see a group of teenagers trying to join a gang committing their first robbery in their lives? ”

The ghost was silent.

And Carlil continues.

"They were hungry and unclothed. Several gang members watched from a distance and even shouted for them to kill someone quickly. What are you going to do? ”

The ghost remained silent, only the index finger of his right hand twitched, and his expression became more serious. This is rare, and one that Carlil would love to see.

This means that the ghost is starting to think about these difficult questions.

"How, is there an answer, Spirit?" He asked patiently.

“...... No. The ghost replied in a low voice. I don't have an answer. ”

"So, let me tell you what might happen next."

Carlil lowered his head and looked down at the filthy streets below that had become chaotic over time, narrowing his eyes and his voice softer.

"Kill the gang members and the teenagers will scatter and flee. But that doesn't mean they're going to give up, they're going to continue, they're going to join the next gang, or they're going back to the gang's location to report what happened......"

"Then, if you're lucky, you might be able to meet a few of them."

"And then, you're going to have to kill them — because they're part of a gang."

"If you choose to stop those teenagers and get them to stop sinning, they will ignore you. Some will be emboldened to continue doing what they are going to do, while others will turn to gang members for help. ”

"Only a small number of people will feel a troubled conscience because of your persuasion, but they will do nothing. After that, the gang members who are being called for help will come across the street. ”

Carlil turned his head to look at the ghost. His expression was filled with something that the ghost couldn't understand at all, and his eyes were full of heaviness.

“...... So, in the end, you still have to kill them. ”

Carlil shook his head, "That's what is possible, Spirit. I'm done. ”

“......”

Silence - and then, in a harsh voice, the ghost asked, "Why?" ”

"Because they have to."

Carlil replied softly. "They've seen their parents with their own eyes, ghosts, and you've seen them, haven't you?"

"The workers in the shantytowns, and the black-faced, skinny, sick-covered ...... in the mines on the edge of the city."

"After working day and night, after all the value has been drained, the factory kicks them away. Next, they will cough up black dust and blood on rotten wooden beds on the side of the street until they die. ”

"Who wants to live like this?"

"But......" the ghost asked, hesitantly and dejectedly. Do you have to join a gang? ”

"Or else?"

Carlil couldn't help but burst out laughing.

He is no longer as pessimistic as he used to be, but he still has a deep hatred for the current state of the world. The laughter escaped in the cold wind, not as if it were happy, but rather like a broken sadness.

"They don't have a choice, Wraith."

Carlil whispered. "Between looking like a human being and being alive like a pig or a dog, they chose the former. We can't blame that, but we can't forgive on behalf of the wrong. ”

Yes.

Wraiths know this well - they can't forgive the dead in vain. No one but the deceased himself has this qualification.

"Therefore, killing is never the best solution to the problem. Even if you kill all the nobles, there will still be gangs......"

"And the gangs, sooner or later, will become the new aristocracy. It's a cycle, ghosts, and what we're going to do is not to join the cycle with killing, it's to break it. ”

"Break?"

"Yes, break." Carlil nodded.

The Wraith blinked, turning to something they'd been talking about a long time ago, "So, Carlil, you've found that solution?" ”

"I saw it in the first form."

Carlil replied mildly. "But I don't know how to explain it to you, Ghost, I don't have a very good way of expressing myself, I can only try to describe it to you......"

He raised his right hand and spread his palm.

"It's like a flame that has just been ignited...... However, in a world full of special fuels, it will quickly burn the whole world. ”

Carlil clenched his right hand sharply.

"At that point, maybe I won't need to explain it to you again."

The ghost nodded silently, taking every word to heart. Some of these words he understood, some of them were half-understood, and some of them did not understand them at all. But his instincts were telling him that you should write it down.

"Also...... In the meantime we don't need to work today......"

Carlil smiled slightly, "Don't you want a knife of your own?" ”

The ghost's eyes lit up.

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Nostramo is a world rich in adamantite gold.

In fact, it would even be biased to describe it with the rich prefix. The truth is that the crust of Nostramo contains a huge amount of natural pure gold.

Huge amount.

Therefore, we can say that it is a world wrapped in pure gold.

Of course, like everything else on Nostramo, Adamantite was firmly in the hands of the nobles.

They were used by the nobles to trade with the surrounding world, and were an extremely reliable source of economy. The nobles would use Adamantite gold to make a fortune and exchange it for anything they wanted.

They certainly don't care how much human blood is on these ores.

......

Jumping, falling, and finally landing, the action is as always. Carlil had been through this many times, and this time, there was something subtlely wrong.

He frowned.

In the past, Carlil was accustomed to preparing for the unloading before landing. This time, he did the same.

And yet, just now, after he hit the ground, his muscles and knees seemed to tell him that you don't have to.

You don't have to be so cautious, they use a gentle shock to tell their owners that you're very different.

...... What's going on?

Last night's journey back to the shelter was fine, so why did it happen just one sleep?

Is it some kind of side effect of the resurrection that I don't understand? Or did the boost that power bring not go away?

Is it permanent?

As he thought about it, Carlil's brow furrowed more and more - he hated the feeling of not being able to fully control his body.

"What's wrong, Carlil?" Behind him, the ghost asked.

“......”

Carlil didn't answer, just widened his eyes slowly.

He discovered one thing.

That sense of threat—the instinctive sense of threat that arises as long as the ghost is behind it...... Gone.

"Carlil?"

“...... I'm fine. ”

Carlil whispered, forcing himself to forget about it for a moment. He lifted his hand to the other end of the ruins, "Remember that pit, Ghost?" ”

Crettling on the edge of the dilapidated house, the ghost nodded.

Of course, he remembered that it was in that pit that he had met Carlile.

They are now on the edge of the northwest of Quintus. The edge of the Chaodu city is a little better than the wilderness outside the city, but it is only a little better.

There is no electricity, the houses are in disrepair, and no one will come here except the miners. The miners don't even live here, they just pass by, and they choose to set up improvised tents near the mine as a place to rest.

After all, the houses on the edge of the city are dangerous, so dangerous that there aren't even many rats – most of them are in the mines.

You won't want to know why.

"It's abandoned."

Carlil straightened up and lifted his foot over a pothole that appeared in the spire of the house. There was darkness all around, except for a faint light at the entrance to the abandoned mine not far away.

"But there seem to be people there." The ghost whispered.

"Of course there are people there."

Carlil replied calmly. "The pit will be abandoned, and the gangs and mine owners who are responsible for transporting the goods can walk away, but the miners will not."

“...... But the pit was abandoned. The ghost said confusedly.

"The miners, too, have been abandoned." Carlil turned his head and said.

“......”

The ghost pursed her lips, not knowing what to say. Carlil shook his head comfortingly, gently.

"You don't have to say anything." He whispered. "How about meeting them? If you're lucky, you might even meet a few people who know you. ”

The ghost's eyes widened.