Alliance belongs to the Gray Moon District.
Wilson, the warden of the Gray Moon District's Level 2 Prison, finished a day's work and suppressed a series of riots by the prisoners. He pinched his brows tiredly and showed no reaction to the fact that the people from the Wilderness District were about to capture the Gray Moon District.
In other words, he was already extremely disappointed with the Alliance when he discovered the secrets hidden in the prison.
Since the news came that the army formed in the Wilderness Area would not harm ordinary people and they could not defeat the Gray Moon Area, Wilson naturally did not want to get involved anymore.
At the same time, he was also very clear that his prison would definitely be "taken care of". After all, he had armed forces here, and even the smallest threat was still a threat.
Sure enough, at midnight, the people from the wasteland finally arrived.
Wilson was sitting in his office. When there was a knock on the door, he sighed slightly.
"It's you...Shazo Freeman."
His name was on the notice issued by the league, and Wilson took a look at it and remembered it.
If there was someone who could kill people all the way while escaping to a deserted area, and then brought people back, not only not harming civilians, but even being so polite when visiting him as the warden, he could only think of one person, Xia Zuo Freeman.
The door was opened.
Xia Zuo, who is transforming from a boy to a young man, has much longer hair than when he first came here. It has fallen below his shoulders, and the red color on the ends of his hair looks like blood. He looks less childish and lively than he was back then, and more mature and cold.
But when he saw Wilson, his expression softened a bit, as if he had thought of something: "Long time no see, Warden."
"haven't seen you for a long time."
Wilson nodded to him and said, "Please sit down somewhere. You probably came to see me for more than just catching up, right?"
The brown-haired boy was silent for a moment, then nodded slowly: "I want to ask you something...about Caesar."
Wilson paused.
——He was the warden of the second-level prison, so he had naturally heard that there was a black-haired boy who broke into the Federal General Executive Office and died in a joint attack by the warden and the elders of the patrol tower.
It was reduced to ashes, without even a complete body left.
Wilson didn't know what Xia Zuo was trying to do, and he would no longer equate the boy in front of him with the one he had seen before. Who knew what kind of unpredictable changes would happen to the other person's personality after not seeing him for such a long time? What's more, he lost a close friend who had been with him for a long time.
So he asked cautiously, "I don't know much, what do you want to hear?"
Xia Zuo said, "Anything is fine."
Wilson dropped his eyes, lost in thought.
If he were to talk about César, the first thing that came to his mind was his eyes.
It's a misty blue, just like the sea surface shrouded in fog. One has no idea what terrifying waves are hidden under the dead silence; one also feels as if one is so small that one will be completely lost if one is not careful.
"... Did you know that Xizel killed the four prisoners who had fought with you?"
The man thought for a moment and felt that Xia Zuo might have heard about other things, so he finally said this.
But Xia Zuo was stunned.
His original intention was to find out if there was anything wrong during the times when Cesar and Wilson were alone together, such as any clues of being persecuted or threatened - but he really didn't expect that the first sentence Wilson said would be like this.
He couldn't even find the shadows of the four men from the depths of his mind at the first time. He paused for a moment before reacting and murmured: "...They were killed by Caesar...?"
“I feel like their death is a little weird… They were fighting with me this morning, it’s unreal.”
[I see... then it's a matter of dying too quickly. ]
Such a fragment flashed vaguely in his mind, and then gradually became clear. It was only now that Xia Zuo understood the true meaning of Xizel's somewhat subtle tone at that time.
That's awesome, Caesar.
Being able to do things so cleanly.
Xia Zuo felt a little bitter. He was probably still unable to do it.
It's a pity that Caesar can no longer teach him or remind him again.
Obviously, the black-haired boy doesn't seem to care about anything, and he is always calm and indifferent to what happens...
But he didn't know how much César had done for him behind the scenes.
If Wilson hadn't said it today, he still wouldn't have known that César had killed these four prisoners personally in order to help him get rid of the problem.
"What else?" Xia Zuo calmed down and asked again.
This time Wilson took a little longer to organize his words.
Xia Zuo waited patiently for a long time before he heard the man's voice slowly ringing out:
"Some prisoners who were in the same cell with him said that they saw him slashing his arm with a knife in the cell, as if he was mutilating himself."
Xia Zuo's expression was blank for a moment: "......?"
“Self-harm…?”
Caesar self-harmed in his cell? ?
How is this possible? He has never seen any wounds on Caesar.
Wait, he had never seen any wounds on Caesar, but he liked to throw two healing spells at Caesar frequently.
The brown-haired boy stiffened.
Xi Ze really had no desire to live. He had no pity for his own life and could even die without any abnormality. What was so strange about such a person using a knife to cut himself?
But he claimed to be Caesar's best friend, but he had never noticed anything unusual about the other's self-harm... never.
Xia Zuo suddenly took a step back.
He covered his eyes with one hand, raised his hand when Wilson subconsciously wanted to get up, and whispered: "I'm fine, I want to take a break... Thank you, Warden Wilson."
“…”
The man sighed and closed his eyes reluctantly.
If it were him...put yourself in his shoes, he would not be able to accept it if his old friend died in front of him.
Xia Zuo quickly left the warden's office.
He returned to the small house he had rented in the Gray Moon District, and thought about everything that had happened during this period in a daze.
Why was he so stupid before?
Knowing that Caesar didn't want to live, why didn't you think about what made Caesar have no attachment to the world and only want to live towards death?
Even when she decided to die for him, there was a hint of relief and ease in her gentle smile.
The clues had been right in front of him all along.
But he always ignored it.
When he asked Caesar about his family and asked him to report his safety to his family, the first thing Caesar said was "There's no need for that."
It was not until the second sentence that “They are not in this world” was added like a patch.
Now that I think about it, if it was really because all of Caesar's family members had passed away, his first sentence should not have been "There is no need for this."
This shows that his relationship with his family is not good, and it can even be said to be... bad.
So, what role did Christian Kleist play? And did he do anything to Caesar?
You know, becoming a priest, or even a higher being...it sounds so tempting.
In the darkness, the pair of golden eyes gradually became colder and fiercer.
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The central temple of the deserted area.
Lisa did her job for today and volunteered with her friends to help the newcomers so that they could better adapt to their current life.
From a distance, she saw the black-haired prophet with six wings standing by the roadside. He slowly folded his six wings and helplessly helped up the old man who wanted to kneel down.
The old man was with a child about four or five years old, and was in tears.
When Lisa saw this scene, she couldn't help but think of her past self.
Her state of mind when she was redeemed must have been so similar to theirs.
The girl turned her head back with restraint, but saw a figure standing silently in her peripheral vision.
...Is it Mr. Xia Zuo Freeman?
What is he doing standing here?
Lisa had a bad feeling.
She pursed her lips and glanced at Freeman in doubt. When he keenly noticed her gaze, she was startled and quickly looked away, heading to her destination according to her original plan.
It's an illusion.
Mr. Freeman and Your Majesty have always had a very good relationship.
As she thought so, she didn't notice the complicated look in the brown-haired boy's eyes.
To be fair, Christine is really nice to the people in the wilderness.
Show them the blueprint, plan a way out for them, and let them regain hope.
I hear the cries of the people and feel pity for the suffering of all living beings.
There is no other leader like him.
Xia Zuo suddenly found himself retreating a little.
He didn't know what to do.
He had originally questioned Christine with anger and doubt. If he found any clues, he would make her pay the price. But now...
The brown-haired boy hung his head in frustration.
"What's wrong with you, Xia Zuo?"
A familiar voice and tone came, and Xia Zuo answered subconsciously: "I don't know what to do... If you were here, Xi——"
Suddenly, he realized something was wrong.
Caesar is dead.
The only one who could imitate his tone so vividly was...
Kristen.
The black-haired prophet stood in front of him gently and tilted his head, but for no reason, Xia Zuo suddenly felt a chill on his back.
A sense of danger like a needle prick spread throughout his body, making it almost impossible for him to control his actions in order to curb the source of this sense of danger.
Fortunately, the toxicity of the apple gradually dissipated over the past few days under the effect of his talent - even his A-level treatment could not quickly detoxify it, which was enough to show how strong the toxin was - giving him enough confidence to steady himself.
Don't do it, stay calm, stay calm.
Caesar is so smart, how could he not know anything for so long? Maybe there is some hidden secret.
The brown-haired boy exhaled slowly.
Without thinking about how to deal with it, what he wants now is to know the truth.