The sun is setting, and the twilight is heavy.

Lübeck, with a heavy footstep full of wine, walked towards his cramped, windy home.

He was undoubtedly in a bad mood.

This afternoon, it's time to get off work.

The factory supervisor, who had always looked at him unpleasantly in the past, reprimanded himself as usual.

But this time, he didn't know which of his tendons was wrong, so he was furious for a while, picked up an iron tong at hand and smashed it.

Fortunately, I was not accurate enough, and I was stopped by my co-workers in time, otherwise I would have been arrested and imprisoned by the sheriff now.

When this happened, his job was lost.

Although the salary of this job is not high, it is better than stability, and the owner of the factory is a kind aristocratic man who never arrears the wages of the workers.

In Silonia, where people are now panicking, being able to find such a job is simply the dream of countless people.

But because of his impulsiveness, he completely messed up the job that maintained the survival of the whole family.

He didn't dare to go home, for fear of facing those disappointed faces.

So, he stayed in the tavern for a long time, until the bottle in front of him was completely empty, and he could not pour a drop of wine, and then he paced back in the disdainful eyes of the tavernkeeper.

Bang bang bang –

He knocked on the door.

"Dad, you're finally back!"

It was a little boy who opened the door.

His steps were joyful, and his eyes were longing.

But when he saw his father's empty hands and gloomy face when he returned, he couldn't help but show a look of disappointment.

Lübeck couldn't help but feel a trace of guilt in his heart, today was supposed to be the day of the salary, and he agreed to come back from work and bring a fan of pork.

But he broke his promise.

But can I be blamed for this?

The overbearing supervisor like a with his head held high, ugly and old and stupid, a bitter mess who every day amuses himself by insulting himself.

And you can only endure it?

Guilt flashed, and a nameless anger quickly burned.

Pushing away his son who was standing in front of him, Lübeck saw his wife's disgruntled face, and she was chattering: "Gone to drink again? I just got my salary, and I don't know how to save some flowers, what is the point now? The price of food has risen wildly, and a thin and small black loaf of bread actually costs ten coppers, and you are still in the mood to drink?"

Lübeck ignored her and sat down at the dinner table.

Just as he was about to pick up the spoon, a hand reached out in front of him: "Give me last month's salary first, and I will pay the rent and water bill tomorrow." ”

Lübeck licked his lips, he was a little unconfident: "I lost my job." ”

"What?"

As if she didn't hear clearly, the wife asked again in disbelief: "What did you just say?"

Lübeck said vaguely: "I lost my job, the supervisor who likes to make things difficult the most, and today he found my fault again, he ridiculed me as a mudblood in the countryside, and picked a lot of faults in my work, I couldn't hold back for a while, so I ......"

"Are you crazy?"

Before he finished speaking, his wife suddenly stood up like a lit cannonball, and let out a sharp cry: "Because of this, you have actually lost your job, don't you know what time it is?

"It's not my fault, if it weren't for him insulting ......"

"Insult you? Is there anything wrong with what he said, you are originally a mudblood from the country, and I am blind to marry you despite my father's objections!"

"You try it again?"

"Am I wrong?"

"Ahh

Lübeck went mad, stretched out his calloused hand, which had been working in the factory all day, and grabbed his wife's neck.

And the wife just looked at her with disdain, and she didn't even believe that this man dared to use force.

He roared frantically: "Don't look at me with your disdainful eyes, I work hard in the factory every day to earn money to support my family, and you are just taking care of the children at home, what right do you have to look down on me?"

In the dilapidated and leaky house, the roar of men echoed.

The child's cry was almost imperceptible in comparison.

The wife screamed without fear, she scratched the man's face angrily: "I am just taking care of the children at home?" Lübeck, you touch your conscience, without me to be careful and take some sewing work from time to time, with your little salary, what is enough?"

The two of them fought, and the jumping candlelight cast their shadows on the body of the little boy curled up in the corner, like two evil ghosts in hell.

"Ahh

The man suddenly let out a scream, and blood was dripping from his eyes, and it was his wife's fingers that had dug into his eye sockets.

He kicked the woman out of the way, picked up the knife from the board and stabbed her hard.

One, two, three......

until the flesh is blurred.

The exhausted Lübeck was still a little dazed, until beside him, his son, who had been frightened stupidly, let out a sharp cry.

Lübeck hurriedly dropped the knife, he wanted to save something, and reached out to cover the man's wound, but the blood flowing from the woman's wound was increasing.

In the blink of an eye, her eyes, full of anger and hatred, were completely frozen and dissipated.

She's dead.

He killed his beloved wife with his own hands.

"What the hell have I done, Ms. Murrian?"

In Lübeck's eyes, blood mixed with tears flowed down his eyes.

...

Such a scene is not an isolated case.

At the end of the alley of Black Horn in Silonia, the homeless man who was beaten and scolded in the past held a handful of rusty iron fibers.

At his feet, a bloody corpse.

...

On the side of the road, a well-dressed gentleman was scolding unrelentingly because a worker accidentally rubbed his clothes.

The worker then pulled out a sharp knife and stabbed the gentleman directly in the chest.

...

Inside the estate.

Someone whispered.

"Anger can turn man into a beast, and he can make all the restraints of rules and regulations come to naught. ”

"Being able to do whatever you want is the freedom that the philosophers of this world preach. ”

Chalotra's expression was relaxed, although his control of anger was still lacking, and it was enough to complete the ritual, not to mention that he had two subordinates to assist.

Demons are very realistic creatures, when you are weak, they are unruly, like arrogant bones, and will not submit to anyone at all.

But when you are strong, they will immediately kneel in front of you, even if they have ghosts, but at least on the surface, they dare not be disobedient.

"Master, the ritual has entered its final stage, and it's time to release the werewolves under the command of the wolf cubs. ”

The bard respectfully reported.

Chalotra bowed slightly, and there was no wave in his eyes, but his clenched hand betrayed his mood.

He was very excited, as a witcher, the bottleneck that had been stuck for nearly a hundred years was finally about to be broken by him.

Today, he will step into the high sequence and become a demigod!

As for the tens of thousands of humans who will die for this?

He never cared!

Even when he was a witcher, if someone told him that killing a hundred thousand people would break through the high sequence, he would not hesitate to do it.

Humanity is just too fragile.

A single Black Death can kill millions of humans.

A natural disaster in the Xiaoice River can trigger a war that will spread all over the world and kill countless people.

Human life is never precious.

Replacing him with a high sequence is not a loss at all.