"Thank you, thank you, you must be an envoy sent by the gods to save me. ”

The joy of the rest of her life after the catastrophe made her unable to suppress her feelings, Linda knelt on the ground and bowed to Emilia again and again, only in this way could she express her gratitude, as a prostitute, she knew that her identity was the lowest in the North Leaf Country, those men usually talk sweetly, all kinds of flattery, but once the danger comes, run faster than the other, no one will look at her, no one will think of helping a prostitute.

Emilia sighed and lifted Linda up from the ground, "Why do you want to live this way, you can live more decently, why do you need to hurt your body for this money?"

"But ......"

Linda glanced at Emilia with some fear, for this person who saved her life, she was more in awe than grateful, the identities of nuns and prostitutes were very different, she didn't dare to refute, for fear of upsetting Emilia.

"You don't need to say it, I see, get out of here, go find the guards, they will help you. ”

Emilia couldn't help but sigh in her heart when she looked at Linda's speechless appearance, she is not a three-year-old child, she naturally knows that everyone has difficulties and hardships, and who wants to become a prostitute unless she is forced to do so.

"You have to be careful, I don't know where a bunch of crazy people come out of nowhere, and they bite people when they see them, like mad dogs, it's damn ......"

"Don't say any more, the outside has been controlled by the guards, there will be no danger, let's go. ”

Emilia interrupted her with a gloomy face, Linda didn't dare to say anything more when she saw this, she lowered her head and left the room quickly, in fact, she couldn't stand the smell of blood in this room for a long time, but she was afraid that there would be those crazy people outside, so she never left.

Just because a prostitute disrupted the plan, Lord Hercy must blame herself......

The corners of Amilia's mouth flashed with bitterness, but in the next second, her pupils suddenly constricted, and her expression was frozen as if frozen, shocked, sad, and finally all emotions turned into anger and incomprehension......

"Why...... Master Hersie...... That's why ......"

......

"There are so many whys in this world, Sivir, the person you should really ask is not me, but yourself. ”

Hercy stood in front of the statue of the god with her eyes closed, Sivir looked at her back silently, this feeling was strange, the person in front of her was no longer her friend, she was the pope of the Old God, and she was the executioner of the slaughter, for Sivel, she was used to the status quo of the Old God, and she was used to the hardships of life, what she needed was not material, she was worthy of her heart, so she adopted orphans and helped the homeless.

It's hard, but it's not painful......

But now that she has a better life, she is no longer oppressed by others, and she is no longer in the state of surviving in the cracks, but she is not happy at all, she only feels terrible, and every night her mind will repeat the bloody scene of that day, the sound of blood splashing, the sound of crying and cursing, like a nightmare that can't be echoed.

Hersie...... No, Pope, haven't you had nightmares?" asked Sivir, in a trembling voice.

“...... No, I haven't dreamed in a long time, and I've long forgotten what a dream is. Hercy turned around, she smiled at Sivir, and then threw the ring knife in her hand to Sivir, "You're right, I'm a sinner, in order to restore the Old God Cult, in order to take revenge on Ye Bei, I even didn't hesitate to provoke a war, I killed far more people than you imagined, and there were countless people who were used by me, I feel guilty, but I don't regret it, do you know why?"

“...... Why?" Sivir caught the knife in a panic, but her eyes never took off Hersie.

"Sister Hircy is long dead, and I'm just a demon crawling back from hell. Hercy smiled and continued, "Demons are unsympathetic, since they have chosen to betray their faith and become prostitutes, according to the dogma, they should be ready to die, am I wrong?"

"No, according to the religious rules, nuns are not allowed to marry and have children, let alone become prostitutes. Sivir was silent for a moment.

"Yes, they have been prostitutes, they have given birth to children, and they have even abandoned them, and they have frozen to death and starved to death, why do you think they can still be called human beings? Don't they deserve to die? Sivir, I'm already tired, so you should go and rest early. Hercy said a little impatiently.

"The kids don't like it here, they can't sleep every day, they always have nightmares, and I'm going to take them back to the church in Nuns Street tomorrow. Sivir said with a sigh.

“...... That's fine, if you have any difficulties, tell me, you take the knife first, and when you see Amilia, give her the knife. Hercy was silent for a long time before nodding, then she turned around and stared at the statue of the god motionlessly.

Sivir pursed his lips "Do you know why the children don't like it here? because they're afraid, they're afraid of you, Sister Hersie, why did it become like this, I really can't figure it out, I'm actually very happy to see the Cult of the Old Gods come back in my lifetime, I'm just ...... I just don't understand ......"

What she doesn't understand, in fact, Sivir herself can't tell, because not long ago Hercy had told her everything she had done, without hiding anything, she felt very bad these days, obviously living a better life, obviously no longer need to worry about food and clothing, but there is an extra knot in her heart, a knot that cannot be untied, because this kind of life is built on bloody killings, tricks and conspiracies, and she can't be at ease.

Hercy was silent, as silent as the statue of the god in front of her.

"Sister Hersie, I'm not as smart as you, and I don't think much, my greatest wish is to hope that everyone around me can be safe and happy, and I hope you do the same...... Your Excellency, the Pope, the sword ...... Leave it to her yourself. ”

Sivir stepped back step by step, she threw the ring knife on the ground, shook her head helplessly, and her eyes were slightly red the moment she turned around, but she knew that she and Hersie could never return to their old relationship, and there was an insurmountable gap between the two.

“...... Sivir, many times your incomprehension, incomprehension is really enviable, may God bless you with eternal happiness and joy, and live this life carefree. ”

Hercy muttered to herself, she brushed the hair on her forehead, and gently stroked the two scars on her forehead that destroyed the ring emblem, the hatred of the past disappeared with the destruction of the Winter Palace that day, and the hatred was paid in the first life, and in the end it was considered to be a gain, if she could, she would definitely kill herself in front of the gods to atone for her sins, but it was not yet time, she still had one last thing to finish.

......

More than 200 years ago, there was a ranger named Connor on the road, he always led an unusually tall horse, the horse was pitch black, the skin was rough like scales, if it ran at full speed, it was as fast as lightning, and the strength was strong enough to crush boulders, it was rumored that the road it walked would leave black hoof prints, as if it was scorched by fire, a sword and a horse alone, Connor wandered alone between countries, he lived on the commissioned honorarium, killed monsters, pacified robbers, and even stopped wars, but he never accepted the solicitation of any forces, never allegiance to others, he only lived for himself。

To the people of his time, Connor was like a god, an approachable god who could do whatever he wanted, as if there were no difficulties in this world that could make him frown.

No one knows Connor's background, some people say that he is a child of a poor family, so he will hoe the strong and help the weak, rob the rich and help the poor, and some people say that he is an aristocratic family, idle and nosy, which has created a reputation, but no matter what those rumors are, as long as people mention Connor, they can't help but praise this ranger.

Connor's story may not be finished for three days and three nights, and his legendary life may only be matched by the spiritual guardian Xiang.

But it is such a legendary character, and in the end his ending is so absurd that it is incomprehensible.

"When my father, your grandfather, told me about Connor's ending, I was really upset, I felt as if something in my heart had been completely killed, and I couldn't breathe. ”

Connor is a great ranger, he has a great sword, he has a great heart, his strength is incomparable, perhaps he has already reached the Divine Abyss, no one can deny this, and it is precisely because of this that his ending seems so absurd and so puzzling.

No one could kill Connor but himself......

He did not die at the hands of others, but by his own sword, but only because of a joke, a ridiculous joke.

"I've heard too many rumors about you, Black Rider Ranger Connor, invincible, superb swordsmanship, hoe the strong and help the weak, messenger of justice, to be honest, my ears are calloused, since you have decided to protect this village, I will stand in front of you, you can choose to kill me, kill all my people, my guards, and slaughter my country, so that you can get your wish, for the lives of these dozens of people, kill millions of people, how cost-effective." ”

A king with a twisted heart, no one knows why he is so violent, crazy, even his parents died at his own hands, he doesn't care about Connor, what is good and evil, for him there are only two things in this world, one is what he wants to do, and the other is what he is not interested in.

"Your Majesty, I will not kill you, nor will I do anything to anyone, I just want to beg you to take back your life and spare these innocent people. ”

"Innocent? No, no, no, you were wrong, when I decided to kill them, they were no longer innocent, you wanted me to let them go for no reason, you made me very embarrassed, Connor, this way, why don't you die for them? As long as you kneel in front of me and kill yourself with the sword in your hand, how about I let them go? Messenger of justice, can you do it?"

Suicide on your knees for a group of strangers?

Can it be done?