Son of the Olden Days

"Hey! Look, what is that?" A leader who was closing the stall suddenly raised his head and asked subconsciously.

"Oh! God! It seems like... how many people are flying in the sky? Wait, are they... people?" A scattered customer who was hanging around at the booth turned his head and bent his palm on his eyebrows to take a closer look. After looking at it, more questions were raised.

The intermittent monster siege in the past year has made people more sensitive and suspicious.

There is a little wind and grass around it, and it can attract everyone's attention in an instant, not to mention the few suspected human figures in the dark sky, which are as dazzling and eye-catching as the lighthouse in the black sea.

The current lord of the Freedom City, the old Braun goblin looked up at the rising people, his heart was as cold as water.

The strength of Tier 3 makes his vision better than ordinary people. Although he can't see enough details, the one in the center seems to be Thor. After all, the black coat was still conspicuous in the golden light, but it was plated with a sacred color.

You block the knife in the front, and I enjoy the blessing in the back. The old goblin has always been very accurate in positioning himself and Sol, the cheap son-in-law. It is a pity that Sol seems to be killed now, which means that he can only rely on his own iron head in the face of future storms.

"It's over!" the old goblin murmured, crying, as if his wife ran away with the tramp.

"Huh~! Father,...hurry up! Help Sol! Hurry up...do something!" Petty rushed, bent over and supported her knees, panting violently while still not forgetting to shake. His dad with a dull face.

"It's over!" The old goblin muttered repeatedly as he watched the holy light magic circle spinning in the dark sky.

Petty turned her head to look at the light in the dark sky again, then wiped her tears and ran to the resident of the Bright Church.

"Bishop Biernat..." The saint Elesa stopped talking, staring at the light of the sky not knowing what to ask.

"Holy Annihilation! It's an ancient and cruel method! Unexpectedly, in order to deal with that kid, the Dark Council would be willing to use three high-level funerals to bury it. What a big deal!" Bernat stood at the door of the church with emotion.

This is definitely a big deal, after all, Biernat himself is only Tier 6. Although I don't know who the three people who cast the magic circle in the sky are, in terms of strength, it is equivalent to having three of them buried there at this moment.

Biernat couldn't help but think of the previous archbishops of the Holy See of Illumination, especially the previous one, his mentor Segnas, the eighth-order Holy Light Master. Those are the big people who can really stir the situation.

When he was young, Biernat once asked his mentor a question, why didn't he go further and set foot on the ninth-tier capped continent.

But Segnas just shook his head indifferently.

"Two reasons, one is that the road to advancement is too difficult, and I am lucky to be able to stand at the eighth level."

"This kind of power is more than enough to preside over the things of the Holy See. Why should I take risks that are uncontrollable. My own fall may not matter, but the church system will be turbulent, and the foundation will collapse."

"Even if I can successfully reach the ninth level, I will definitely become the common enemy of the other eighth tiers, whether the other eighth tiers like it or not, and whether I want it or not. I can't stand up an enemy for the church because of my selfish thoughts. "The instructor replied.

"The pursuit of power is... a selfish idea?" Bernat murmured, somewhat incomprehensible.

"Yes, the essence of power is killing, and it will never change. You kill monsters in order to accumulate strength, and kill enemies in order to protect your relatives and friends. No matter how bright or positive the reason you find, its essence is still killing."

"Many people in the world have said that he pursues power only to strengthen himself and not to oppress sentient beings. This joke has been repeated over the years, but no one has ever believed it, or has never been able to do it. "

"When you pick up the sword, in fact, your whole life is in the sword."

"People with weak mentality are accustomed to killing, and even gradually getting used to solving problems with swords. People with strong mentality may still think about why they draw their swords, but they just think about it."

"Even if you can stay true to your heart, things in the world will eventually force you to draw your sword. There will be challengers who see you not pleasing to the eye, and there will be greedy people who covet the most precious things in your life, or your relatives and friends because Put yourself in danger by accident."

"When these moments come, can you draw your sword?"

"Perhaps you are stubborn and determined, and eventually you can face all the loss with a cold eye, but that's nothing to admire. Because you didn't draw your sword, you just forcibly stripped your humanity away, and in the end you weren't even a human being."

"My last archbishop, my mentor, he is only Tier 4, and his appearance is very ordinary."

"I also asked him about power before, and he just answered,'Immortality can only be achieved without fighting.'"

"I didn't understand before. I always felt that immortality was a bit too simple. But after I saw more of the turmoil in the world, I later understood the instructor's deep meaning, there are no indisputable people in this world."

"Popular people are fighting for survival, high-level people are fighting for rights, kingdoms are fighting for territory, and our church is also fighting for beliefs with other denominations. Everyone is fighting for infinite possibilities in a limited time, and even gods are fighting for godhood and seat. ."

"If you don’t fight, things in the world will force you to fight. Don’t fight it seems to be just an attitude to life, but to put it a bit bigger, you are actually fighting your own desires and still stripping your own humanity. Even if you really do it, It’s not human anymore."

"In the final analysis, my Tier 4 mentor, I am inferior to him in the insight into life after all."

The words of mentor Segnas still linger in his ears, which is why Biernat is only Tier 6 so far. Now that his ability to handle church affairs is enough, why bother to fight for something? So much so that it has become a situation where it can't get up right now.

"Holy dying? Then...what will happen to him?" Saint Elisa asked subconsciously, staring at the magic circle in the sky.

"No way! If the magic circle can be interrupted before it is cast, but now the magic circle is already running and protected by the power of rules. There is an invisible and powerful magic shield around the circle, even the elder of the eighth-order Dark Council himself It can't be broken."

"Then we...can we do something?" Alessa couldn't bear to think that the guy would end up like this in the end.

Biernat shook his head, but his hands were still relatively bluffing, and a bird formed by magical power flapped its wings and flew quickly towards the sky. The vision of that magic bird can be passed back and stored in a small magic item.

"If there is something weird about him, he might be able to withstand the self-detonation of three sixth-order mages." Biernat said so, but he was not optimistic in his heart.

Even if Thor really got through to the end by fluke, falling from that height to the ground is still a dead end.

The magic bird dared not get too close to the running magic circle, otherwise the instant self-detonation would wipe out everything around it. So it has only one real function, which is to watch from a distance below the magic circle whether there will be any corpses falling to the ground.

Everyone is waiting weakly and silently for something, maybe waiting for... an ending.

Fortunately, they didn't wait too long, and soon everyone saw the huge and splendid fireworks in the sky.

At that moment, everyone seemed to see the sun, shining silently in the dark sky, and finally bursting silently. Then after a few breaths later, everyone felt the strong wind from the air blowing across their cheeks, pulling them into an unsteady position.

"Go out! Our house doesn't welcome you!" The tearful Kletty was issuing an eviction order to Saint Elisa.

"You can't ignore the facts, he is dead and wiped out in smoke." Ai Leisha looked helpless.

After Petty approached the door, Aretha took the magic projection she obtained from Archbishop Biernat to the lord's mansion.

The shiitake mushrooms of the Sol family watched it countless times in silence, but they insisted that he was not dead.

The magic projection didn't last long, because when it reached the sky, the magic circle was almost over, but the scene was recorded in time. In the turbulent scene, one can occasionally catch a glimpse of Sol in the sky.

He was really bound by those invisible blue chains, and there was almost no room for movement.

If you can't move, you won't be able to escape the explosion range. The most important thing is that, according to Archbishop Biernat, that magic circle is a high-level forbidden area, and it is impossible to use any magic items such as curse scrolls.

Then the shiitake mushrooms of the Sol family wiped their tears silently, watching the magic circle finally ushered in a violent explosion.

The screen shook violently at the moment of the explosion, and in the end only the sky full of stars or magic dust remained.

Nothing was left, and there was no seriously injured figure that everyone had hoped for falling to the ground.

The magic circle in the air and the four people disappeared.

Elesa just stated the iron facts sensibly, but the shiitake mushrooms of the Sol family didn’t believe them, and they arbitrarily pushed her out of the lord’s mansion. After leaving the door, Elesa remembered that the magic projection was robbed by the shiitake mushrooms. gone.

But... forget it.

After a month, Beth found a letter left by Sol in the corner of her closet, and then all six shiitake mushrooms found one in her room. Those places where they believe in Tibet are not very hidden, but it takes time to be aware of them.

Some of the content in the letter is for each of them, and the rest is similar. The tone was still that rogue-like big devil's tone, saying that he had always been bad at giving gifts, and could only leave some mundane things like money.

Thor left a total of hundreds of thousands of silver coins, buried in the corner of the courtyard, and then roughly arranged their future lives for the mushrooms in the letter. If there was no time to speak at the last moment, Saul said in the letter.

Obviously, he knew that this day would come, but he never mentioned it.

When there were only memories left, the Shiitake mushrooms suddenly realized that they would always remember that it was his almost seldom angry, wickedly warm smiling face.

It turned out that some things they hadn't noticed didn't happen, but they were blocked by him.

The shiitake mushrooms who figured this out cried again.

"The reason why the one who loves you is the one who loves you is because even if he is gone, her love is still there when he walks far away." Clayty murmured these words, and then buried her head deeply into her arms.

Even the air died in the memory.

The world never stops moving forward because of who is gone.

In a blink of an eye, it has been a year, and the shiitake mushrooms are still waiting silently, waiting for the figure that may never appear again. They didn't believe that he was dead, or they believed that he would suddenly come out with a smirk at some point.

The leaders of the Free City remembered the last scene in the sky on that night in the spring of 721 in the dark calendar.

Just like the sun.

Volume Three-End

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