Verse 72

This scene in the dream just now...... Ashrufat knew that he was quite tired in the dream, but in reality, he knew that he was barely tired. In other words, the dream was born before or during the change of his constitution.

Speaking of which, he instinctively knew that he had needed food and sleep as well...... In a certain time past, he used to be a very ordinary human being, no different from the ordinary people around him. But...... What was once born in him that gave him the physique of such a person. Perhaps he received the favor of the gods of the star field and became a holy knight (though he eventually turned his back)?

He couldn't remember. He only knew about this matter, and knew that he must have given birth to something, so that he became the human physique he is now. But he couldn't remember what had happened. He wanted to know what had happened to him in the past.

While he was still in Brasian, the venerable doctor explained to him an opinion - it was only a conjecture and there was no actual evidence. But this view can provide a complete explanation of what was born in Ashrufat. Because he was injured by Yan zhòng, he belongs to the kind of person who dies and comes back to life. His soul was broken and incomplete. Other soul fragments took advantage of this gap to enter his body, so he had a part of the memories that didn't belong to him.

The logic was perfect, otherwise Ashrufat himself would not have been able to explain why he remembered being mixed with some non-human creature (even he himself was a non-human being) - and it was all on the battlefield.

However, this explanation can satisfy his intellect, but it cannot change his instincts.

Mankind...... Perhaps it is not only human beings who have an innate urge to pursue the truth. Even when he knew that his memories could not be restored (according to the doctor's doctrine, the soul was mutilated, and the memories could not be restored), he still instinctively wanted to recall his past. This is a kind of ** from the bottom of my heart, at most, it is only temporarily hidden because there are no conditions.

But...... Now he had a chance to regain his memory.

That's right, that's Tzeentch, the lord of deceit.

Tzeentch gave him a mead recipe called "Drunken Blood". Eshurufat's body allowed him to drink as much as he drank water, but this kind of wine was able to make Eshurufat drunk. Tzeentch gave the wine to Eshurufat as a gift for the meeting.

Ashruphat accepted it at the time. According to an admirable point of view by his friend, who is Ah Jin, it would be a bastard not to make a profit. What's the downside of getting a recipe for a drink? Well, at least it makes him feel the thrill of drinking.

Legend has it that Tzeentch always had a hook hidden in his gifts. Ashrufat didn't feel it before, but now, he felt it. Tzeentch did not give this gift simply out of kindness, so that Eshuruphat could enjoy the pleasure of drinking, but ...... has a deeper meaning.

This wine was able to restore his memory...... Or rather, it helps to restore his memory. I can't tell when he realized that. But Ashrufat deliberately drank a little wine every day for the past two days to make himself sleep, and in his dreams he could see the memories of the past. The kind of memory that is immersed in the scene.

Moreover, these fragments of memories were something he had never seen (recalled) in the past. He couldn't tell which were his own memories and which were from outside soul fragments. However, he really wanted to know what his lost memories really looked like.

He realizes that the recipe for the wine that Tzeentch gave him (which is not very complicated) is not a mere gift, but a hint. It is implied that the Lord of Deceit has in his hands the means to restore his memory. So far, this has never been mentioned in the Lord of Deceit and his communication. Tzeentch waits patiently, like a crocodile hiding in a pond, just wait patiently, and the thirsty prey will naturally come to the door.

Yes, Tzeentch is confident. For it is clear that this is a temptation that Ashrufat will not be able to resist. So it gave away this recipe generously, but never mentioned anything in return. However, as soon as Ashrufat made such a request, Tzeentch won. At that time, it can be left to offer whatever it wants.

Ashruphat sat upright. He could feel that a huge spider's web had been spread, and that he was the flying insect that had landed on the web. No matter what he did, he was just flapping on a spider's web. Even if he tore off a few spider silks, it would only make his body get entangled in the web tighter and sink deeper into it. The spider was watching from the sidelines, patiently waiting for him to exhaust his strength in the struggle before giving the final blow.

If there's one lucky factor, it's that there are four spiders instead of one. The four spiders have their own plans, and his only chance is to make the most of the contradictions within the four spiders.

Well, the ideal is plump, and the reality is skinny. While this is absolutely true in general terms, one thing to remember: there were countless smart (or stupid) people who came up with this idea long before Ashrufat. But the end result is obvious: the one who has the last laugh is never these people. This is repeatedly recorded in the books of the Church. These people are often mentioned in the legends of the Asowen tribe: of course, in these stories, these people are the objects of mockery.

Ashrufat lifted the covers. A few rays of sunlight were already shining through the curtain door of the tent, indicating that it was not early. Well, alcohol is really not a good thing, at least it will make you sleep to death. Originally, he should have woken up a long time ago, but because of drinking, he slept late enough every day.

Ashruphat then remembered that it was his last day in the Asowen tribe.

Well, when I joined the tribe before, I said that I was only living temporarily. Everyone up and down the tribe, including Asowen, recognized this. So when he said goodbye to everyone and left, he didn't encounter too many problems. By the way, Flint the Chosen One of the tribes has already stated that he intends to leave the tribe for a while. But no one (at least on the surface) had anything to do with Flint's departure and Eshurufat's farewell. It is entirely conceivable that a promising young man like Flint would want to do something out of the ordinary in order to follow the honor of the gods.

It was a quiet day for the Asowen tribe. The leader of the tribe, the sorcerer Asowen's body is recovering day by day. The previous victory had increased the number of people in the tribe wearing Chaos armor by several points. Although the tribe is still small, no one can deny that it is now full of vitality and has great potential.

Children play games in the open space in the center of the camp. This is a simulation of a previous victorious battle, with two groups of children holding sticks as weapons and shields, shouting and attacking each other, frolicking.

This was originally a very common sight in the tribe, but for some reason this time it attracted the attention of Ashrufat, and made him stop where he was, and did not leave for a long time.

Then he heard footsteps behind him. Ashrufat didn't need to look to know that it was Claire coming.

"You're leaving?"

"Not yet. Ashrufat replied. "At noon, make the last meal for everyone as a farewell. ”

He didn't look back, but he couldn't help but think of Tzeentch's warning. In this chaotic land, everyone is a pawn of the evil gods, including Claire, of course. Legend has it that Tzeentch treats his followers as pawns, while the other gods have different attitudes. Now, though, Ashruphat felt that all Chaos cultists were pawns of the gods. At most, it's just whether the players and pieces are aware of this.

He himself is no exception.

Now Ashrufat had sensed the power of Chaos. Although before he came out, he never considered the problem of evil gods. But now it is clear that the evil god has already arranged the route, and he has no choice but to dance in the footsteps of the evil god. At least for the time being, all he could do was try to reduce the puppet silk thread hanging from his body by a few pieces.

"You ......" Claire's voice was hesitant, and she stopped talking. He could feel that the girl didn't want him to go, but she couldn't say it out of self-esteem or something. It's not really a show, but because of it, it makes Slaanesh's scheme even more dangerous. The real traps are hidden under a myriad of inconspicuous or real things.

"Well, Claire, I think we'll have a chance to meet again. Ashrufat said. He didn't look back. He himself laughed a little at his cowardice, and at this moment, he didn't dare to look at Claire's face. "And the horse......" he said, referring to the mount he had ridden. Ever since Ashrufat joined the small tribe, the horse has been used as the common property of the tribe.

“...... I'll give it to you. ”

"You're leaving?" asked Claire. She looked a little surprised. If Ashrufat was not mistaken, Claire fed the horses some special grass yesterday. According to the scout skills learned from Gander during this time, the grass is not poisonous, but it can cause the horses to become strained, limp, and listless for a short time.

This is a simple and naïve ploy that an inexperienced girl came up with. The scheme itself was nothing to mention in Eshurufat's eyes, and Ashrufat had many opportunities to sabotage or prevent her from doing so. But he didn't, and perhaps the matter itself was part of a larger conspiracy.

"I've got better. Ashrufat replied.

He stopped talking, didn't look back, and walked straight to Assowen's tent. Assowen's recovery was much quicker than expected (and probably a divine grace as well), and he was now able to walk slowly through the camp on crutches.

"Ashrufat, you're leaving today?" Asowen looked at him with a strange expression. Or maybe he didn't expect Ashrufat to leave like this. In his opinion, Ashrufat was not as simple as he said, and must have some other purpose.

"Well, Your Excellency Asowen. Ashrufat said. "I've got my bags packed. ”

Assowen saw the bag that Ashruphat was carrying on his back—and then, naturally, he noticed the rather large harp in the bag.

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