Chapter 165 Conversation
His friend didn't answer, but simply stared out to sea, his blond hair swirling in the wind, his eyes reflecting the deep and light blue that stretched to the horizon.
"The last time I returned home in my previous life, I discovered that if I departed from Port Morris, it would only take about seven days on a small boat, or even two days if I rode a dragon, to reach Asachi Valley." Azuka tilted her head slightly, looking calmly at her silent friend. "It's very close, isn't it?"
"But my compatriots are trapped in a barren valley called the 'End of the World'. There is no arable land and no medicine. Even drinking water has to be obtained from the snow-capped mountains. They have also had to fight dragons and monsters for three hundred years." The God-loved One of the Natalin people gazed quietly ahead, as if he could see the huge, silent and towering snow-capped mountain through the sparkling sea.
His voice was very soft. "The number of newborns in the valley is decreasing with each generation. Even if the Wall of Sighs doesn't collapse, in a few decades or even hundreds of years, the Natalin people will completely disappear from the world."
"...The saddest thing is, they clearly had the opportunity to leave the valley that protected and imprisoned them. But with the exception of Lamina and me, the rest of the Natalin people didn't even have the chance to see what the world would look like three hundred years from now." His tone gradually grew colder, and Ole suddenly felt breathing become difficult. The god's wrath made the air around him become cold and sharp. "And the ultimate cause of all this is nothing more than a ridiculous prophecy from the god."
Ole was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "I know what I'm going to say is stupid—but if, I mean if."
"If Lamina stopped you, saved you, and made you the sole survivor amidst immense pain and self-blame, it was all God's will; and if I showed up when you were nearly sold, helping you escape from the Crimson Bazaar, it was also God's will..." His voice trailed off, trembling with unnoticeable fear. "Everything we've experienced since then, everything we've loved and hated, was all manipulated by God—"
"Gods are human," Azuka interrupted him, calmly gazing into his friend's eyes, which were a similar color to his own, though a darker shade. "Ore, Gods are human, just like you and me."
He sighed softly and stated with a hint of resignation, "Even the professors of my previous life couldn't completely manipulate our subjective consciousness and personal emotions. Do you think those so-called 'gods' can do the same?"
“…”
The assassin slowly closed his eyes, raised his head, and breathed rapidly.
Azuka looked at him for a moment, focusing on his soul essence. Fortunately, there were only slight fluctuations, but no signs of damage. His close friend had a strong sense of pride, so he shouldn't expect him to show weakness or confide in him.
Then Ole heard someone beside him suddenly say, "...I've also thought about what you're thinking about now."
"Exactly," he said, his voice slightly tired as he stared at her with a bit of surprise. "So much so that after my rebirth, I went through a very dazed and painful time. Lamina and the others thought I was heartbroken over my mother's death, but in reality, I was obsessed with whether things would change if I killed my enemies first, or even just killed everyone."
——The degree of his madness during that period was even greater than that of Orel now. After all, what he was reading was a "comic book". The huge irony, insult and deep fear produced in that moment were enough to make the "character" in the comic book collapse.
Fortunately, he survived in the end.
"I don't want to lecture you, because I believe you can get through this—but if you'd like, you can go talk to the professor." Azuka sighed and suggested very gently, "Of course, it's best to be sincere, friendly, and humble. Perhaps he will say something...very wonderful to you, just like he said to me."
He even chuckled a little: "And I guess you don't hate him as much as you let on."
The people that Blood Shadow Orei really hated had already become the dead souls under the other's double swords. How could he use such childish means to irritate others every day, and end up being tickled and frustrated?
After a long silence, Azuka heard his friend reluctantly admit, "...I know everything he said was true, it just wasn't very nice."
"...including the fact that I've always been jealous of you." The assassin stared at the sea awkwardly, not looking at his friend beside him. But he spoke with unusual frankness: "You are more talented than me, and your character is stronger than mine. Even now—you always think further and deeper than I do, and you are also more calm and open-minded... I can't accept this."
Azuka was silent for a moment, and just as his friend began to grow angry, he slowly spoke, "This scares me—who are you? Where's Ole? What did you do to him?"
He actually returned all the teasing his friends had said to him without missing a word.
Ole turned his head abruptly, choking for a moment at the man's astonishing vengeance. He saw an extremely annoying smile in those blue eyes, and he couldn't help but roll his eyes: "Don't be complacent, I won't admit defeat."
He nodded provocatively at the person and said, "One day I will become a powerful being above the Saint level. When that happens, I will pin you to the ground and beat you up, you pretentious bastard."
"Don't think I didn't see the teeth marks you deliberately left," Ole said with a disdainful chuckle. "You're hypocritically trying to persuade me to find someone to smooth things over, while you're simultaneously asserting your sovereignty to everyone. Tsk."
Then he heard the guy pretend to be surprised and said, "So you're not stupid?"
Ole: “…”
——This arrogant and conceited bastard!
"Marchlin probably already knows." He added gloatingly, "It's not my fault. It's your own fault for being too obvious."
"I know." My friend remained uncomfortably calm. "I'll find a chance to talk to her."
"Then I'd advise you to hurry up." Orel sneered, "I think Marcylin seems to like that guy quite a bit. She even ate with him without telling you from me. You know her personality. If she reveals your little trick directly to others, then you'll really gain nothing."
His friend looked puzzled: "What are you talking about? Are you exposing my secret plan?"
"Still pretending." The assassin leader looked at him with extreme contempt. "Don't think I don't know what you're up to. Once you've coaxed someone into getting used to you and wanting to be inseparable from you, and you've completely gained control of their life and property, then you'll reveal the fact that you want to fuck them over—"
"Shut up," Ole interrupted rudely when he saw the man frowning and opening his mouth to make some excuses. He really didn't want to hear about "my moon" again. "You just want to fuck him. You just want to fuck him. Don't talk nonsense."
He even felt a little sympathy for someone who was being boiled like a frog in warm water: having attracted this dangerous "lover" who was scheming step by step, he probably didn't experience much of the tenderness and sweetness of normal love, but was rather terrified by the horror of being targeted by a madman.
——Of course, that tyrant was not a normal person either.
"...Ore." Azuka stared at him calmly.
Suddenly, he felt a wave of hair all over his body. He took a step back cautiously and almost drew his two swords: "What are you doing?"
"It's okay to talk nonsense in front of me. At most, I'll beat you up." His friend said expressionlessly, "But I sincerely advise you not to talk nonsense in front of the professor."
He had finally managed to straighten the situation out, but if his friend could just drag it back into "that little thing in bed"...
The savior smiled gently, and Ole's muscles suddenly tensed instinctively. He felt a chill running up his spine, and his hair was about to explode.
His good friend's tone became increasingly gentle and soft—and crazy, so crazy that it was shocking.
"And he already knows my feelings for him."
perhaps.
In the assassin's extremely horrified eyes, Azuka smiled slightly: "We kissed."
"And I should be considered as... pursuing him now?"
…
While the two of them were still discussing the "progress of their relationship", here, Maxine simply dragged a tyrant who had been working at his desk all morning to go out for food on the street.
As the festival approached, the streets became bustling with people, and even the beggars seemed more energetic. But beneath the bustling streets, lice still crawled everywhere. As Nova walked, he even saw many slave traders openly selling slaves on the streets, more than anywhere else he had seen before. And these slaves who could be sold openly on the streets actually only accounted for a small portion. According to Orel, the quality and scale of the slaves sold in the Bloody Bazaar were truly astonishing.
Most of the slaves were skinny and had numb expressions. Some female slaves were half-naked and allowed passing buyers to rub their thighs and check their teeth like checking livestock.
"Don't stare at a sorcerer who's casting a spell." Seeing someone staring intently at a sorcerer who was applying the Black Blood Mark to a slave, Marshilin quietly approached the person and lowered her voice to advise, "This could very well be mistaken for a provocation."
Sure enough, the warlock suddenly glared at them fiercely, but the other party did not find his target among the people coming and going.
Maxine deftly pulled another person's sleeve and walked among the crowd. Fortunately, the emperor followed her obediently and did not care about her offense.
Only when she passed through the group of buyers and sellers selecting slaves did the red-haired girl breathe a sigh of relief. She really didn't like the atmosphere here, but this was the only way to leave the safe house.
"Ole told me that the partridge soup made at the shop on the corner is delicious." The red-haired girl tried to liven up the atmosphere while turning her head to talk to someone: "How about we go there for lunch?"
A sharp voice suddenly interrupted her.
"—What are you looking at?! Dirty pariah!"
Before the professor could react, he saw a gorgeous long whip suddenly coming down on his head.
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