Son of the Olden Days

"This is really a **** answer!" Yiwen was buried in the ground, angrily.

"The truth has never been beautiful." Sol casually dealt with, the brush in his hand was still going back and forth on Yiwen's face, his movements were very detailed, as if he was painting a piece of art.

After a short silence, Yiwen suddenly spoke solemnly.

"If things didn’t happen to Precia, but another girl who had nothing to do with you, I mean, you were just an insider or a witness, you would kill so many people like you are now Does she have revenge?"

"I won't. I'm not a savior. I only care about what I can reach with my hand. As for whether I can reach out or not, it will be separated after all, and it depends on whether she has passed my life." Saul didn't think about it. Gave the answer.

Ivan sighed when he heard Sol's answer.

"That's good, at least you are not a fool with a mouthful of justice and morality, so I can be relieved to die in your hands."

Seeing Yiwen's relief, Saul spoke flatly.

"I am definitely inferior to you in terms of layout and experience, but you are guilty of the same problems that smart people do. You shouldn't give your opponent too much time to detour."

"Moreover, most smart people like to use a large amount of nonsense to explain to their opponents what clever methods they have used when holding the odds of winning, so that the opponent seized the last chance to turn the game."

"Sounds funny, doesn’t it? But it makes sense in terms of human nature. After all, no one wants to enjoy victory in loneliness. When you do something that you think is wonderful, you always want to find someone who agrees or listen. By."

Ivan buried in the soil shook his head.

"No, no, what you said is wrong, it's actually the same."

"Those details are not important at all. My question is actually only two points. One is that you should not be allowed to enter the secret realm, so that you broke through the dead in the end. The other is that when you ask the mayor for help, I should retreat decisively. Look for opportunities."

"As long as these two points remain the same, the lengthening or shortening of other processes will not have any effect. Think about it, isn't it? Even if I do it on you the day I arrive in Gray Screen, it will still be because of this. Come back to this ending at two o'clock."

"And I don't have no chance. In fact, I can divide the army at any time and let people find and control your woman, so I still have to play. It's just that I personally don't like it."

Hearing Yiwen's excuse, Saul nodded, but Yiwen was right. As long as these two points remain the same, there is no difference in other processes.

No, it's not without it.

The difference is that in the other ending, perhaps Coveill is not dead, and Shuggs is still the cynical Shuggs, instead of becoming a walking corpse with all thoughts as it is now.

Observing Saul's expression, Ivan showed a weird smile that succeeded in conspiracy.

"Are you sorry for your brother? You are actually very angry inside? You are an avenger! You are so plain that I am not used to it, so I get angry...Bah, bah."

"What kind of **** do you put on my face, **** it, don't do it, your brush is stuck in my mouth. I'm going to die soon, can't I just have a good chat?"

"This is a special sweet liquid that can attract sabertooth ants. It is the ending I prepared for you. After all, you and your brother are a little different." Sol explained.

"My... brother!?"

Ivan murmured, subconsciously turning his gaze along Saul's line of sight, and then he suddenly found that there was a clay pot on the ground not far from him.

"Yes, your brother Barton, I don't doubt that he is a tough guy, but it's useless. Many things in this world can't be carried down with bravery."

While talking, Saul walked over and opened the clay pot on the ground, revealing the hideous head that had been rotten to the ground under the pot.

"Some special maggots gnawed his body, and in the end only one head was left intact, but unfortunately, I didn't have any special methods for antiseptic, so it rotted."

"Brother!" Looking at this shocking scene, Yiwen's face was shocked, feared, and nauseated. Many emotions were fleeting, and finally frozen in grief, but his call was destined to receive no response.

Evan, with red eyes, turned his head and glared at Saul.

"So what saber-toothed ants you said, do you want them to move my head?"

"I said, you are different from your brother. The maggots ate away his body. And you, the other way round, they ate away your head and build a nest in your head."

"You have a devil in your heart! You are definitely not a normal person!" Yiwen's emotions have reached the edge of losing control, and the head exposed on the surface of the mud twitches inexplicably.

"I never said I was a normal person." Sol nodded.

Seeing Sol's calmness, Ivan's eyes filled with deep resentment.

"Do you know how we played with Precia? Then how did we cut her into pieces and stuff her into the pot, put her delicate skin and tender meat in her mouth and chew it carefully. My memory is very good. I can tell you every detail in detail."

"To be honest, I was personally uncomfortable at the time, and even a sense of compassion was raised, but now that I have learned your method, I think we did it too right at the time, I..."

"Unfortunately, I didn't see it with my own eyes. I didn't have enough imagination, so I can't imagine it." Saul shrugged.

Seeing Sol's calmness, Ivan finally laughed.

"Very well, you think you are stalwart, then let's change the subject now."

"I really know you too well, because we are the same kind of people. In fact, the name of'Martial Arts' was on my head before, and then I came to my brother."

"Do you know what is the most terrible thing in life? You see your love dying in your arms, see your brother beheaded and splashed with blood, are these terrible? It's not terrible."

"The really scary thing is that you watched too much despair, too much sorrow, too much irretrievable. You watched and watched, but when you look back, you find that you are still alive."

"You know! The most terrible thing in life is not what you have seen, but after you have seen those, you are ~ still ~ alive~ ah!!!" At the end, Ivan was already roaring.

There was no expression on Saul's face, but he was hit with a heavy hammer in his heart.

Yes, I'm still alive.

Ivan has completely lost control, his face flushed, and the veins on his forehead violently.

"Don't force it. Now the woman you care about is far away from you, and your brother's love has died because of you. Why are you still alive not to be angry? Come on, drown me with your greatest anger, Give me the last ride."

Sol stood up, walked over to Ivan and squatted down, then stared at each other.

After a brief silence, Saul sighed slightly, then spread his hands around and moved around.

"Let's put it this way, look around here, this wilderness, and this endless darkness, like a nightmare that can't be awakened? Suppose this is a nightmare, and you and I are in this nightmare. "

"You want to escape here. You are afraid, wandering, and struggling, but you find that this nightmare is ultimately inescapable. You know that you will die, turn into dust, and ultimately be as worthless as the dust in the chimney."

"And your humble and insignificant deeds will never be circulated for you anymore. After the scattered stories are completely gone, how can you prove that you have lived?"

"The same is true for me, walking in this nightmare, experiencing what you have experienced, and wandering in the same fear, but when I woke up struggling and sweating, I found myself sleeping in the warm arms of the beloved."

"Even so, do you still think I should be angry?" Sol asked at last.

Yiwen opened his mouth slightly, as if his consciousness was suddenly pierced, and sank into solidification.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Saul smiled, dipped the brush in the liquid in the clay pot, and stretched all the way from the ground to the door of the ant's nest, before turning back to Yiwen.

"With your sins, whether you are unwilling or redeeming, rest in peace." So, Saul turned the clay pot upside down and clasped it on Yiwen's head.

Then Saul stood up and walked into the darkness on one side.

After a long silence, there were voices in the darkness.

"From now on, I won't owe you anything."

"You never owe me anything, my brother."

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I thought it would be a night of tossing and turning, but it was strange that Sol fell into a deep sleep not long after he fell.

In his dream, Sol saw Precia again.

Life will eventually lose something that you think you will never forget.

Saul knew that the time passed, when forgetting happened, and when memories were pale, he would never remember what Precia looked like.

In fact, since the rainy night in the monastery, Precia had appeared in Sol Dream many times, but she appeared from the back most of the time, or she hurried past sideways.

Sol in the dream always stretched out his hand subconsciously, as if he wanted to stop her, but never succeeded.

Tonight’s dream has finally changed.

Saul felt like she was standing in a hall, and Precia stood in front of her and looked at herself with a smile.

She raised her hand and stroked Sol's face, patted Sol's head again, then smiled so happily and walked into the light.

In the dream, someone seemed to have been singing hymns, and the voice was sorrowful and ethereal.

Sol suddenly remembered that Precia had said.

"Sometimes, people who don't understand a song or a piece of music are happy."

It's just that Saul had never experienced it deeply enough before, and it was only now that he suddenly realized it, because he understood the sad and ethereal hymn.

Wake up peacefully.

Thor wiped his eyes, rested his arm, stretched out his other hand, and squeezed it vacantly in the air.

Nothing caught.

Feeling the warmth in his palm, Sol finally said the sentence that he wanted to tell Precia, but he never had time to say it.

"I'm willing to fall into the darkness for you, even if I don't see light for the rest of my life."

He knew that from now on, Precia might never appear in his dreams again.

That once rainy night finally passed in my heart

This... is my true coming-of-age gift.

Volume One-End

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