Chapter 093 Hypocrite Son 11 Help you judge myself.
It was still the same black hair and the same unique pair of black eyes, but above the black hair was an exquisite crown made of tree branches, and the black eyes were dotted with gleams of light like the Milky Way.
The already handsome face looked even more ethereal, but his stunning appearance could not conceal his natural dignity and majesty, which told everyone that he was not an exquisite and tempting vase, but a beautiful yet powerful Elf King.
The unique pointed ears of the elves moved slightly, and the Elf King looked in the direction of Havelot.
Facing his eyes full of complexity and expectation, these eyes containing bright stars just glanced past his face and looked at the necromancer standing beside him.
Havilot's expression suddenly froze, and what happened before slowly came to his mind. His body trembled and his eyes became filled with fear.
"Aya Beatrice, daughter of Jacqueline, I come here for the bones of my king." The Elf King spoke in a gentle voice, without anger or sadness.
"To compensate you, I am willing to exchange it with treasures of the same value. Just ask me, I can accept any price."
"What..." Aya Beatrice hadn't reacted yet. She stared at the Elf King in a daze. When she realized what he was saying, her face suddenly turned pale. "Is that... the skeleton of the Elf King?"
"Not bad." The Elf King nodded, "Name your price, Necromancer."
This is why Jane came back here.
Now that he had seen his grandfather's bones being used as a tool by the necromancer, he could not sit idly by.
He has already let down all the tribesmen, so how can he allow his grandfather to be trampled upon by others?
The others didn't understand what the Spirit King was talking about, but after hearing his affirmative answer, Aya Beatrice and Havelot's expressions became extremely empty.
They recalled the expression on Jane's face when he first saw the skeleton, so sad and angry, so unbelievable. He had such strong skills that he could even defeat the Paladin Leader, but he never resisted or fought back in the face of the skeleton's attack, and let the skeleton beat him up all over his body...
What kind of mood would he be in when he faced the skeleton at that time?
Havelot knew that Jane was a very reserved person. He always had a faint smile on his face and his emotions did not fluctuate very much. Even when he was exposed in public on the day of the God's sacrifice, he did not show any obvious expression.
But on that day, when he saw the skeleton, he looked like he was about to cry...
Havilot's heart suddenly trembled, and the expression Jane showed at that time suddenly emerged in his mind very clearly. He suddenly felt a suffocating pain, accompanied by unbelievable regret.
What was he thinking at that time? How could he not see that he cared and was sad?
He was only thinking about catching this traitor who had betrayed the God of Light, and never thought about why he had that expression... or perhaps, he didn't care even after seeing it.
Havilot's breathing became rapid, mixed with unspeakable anxiety.
If, if he had asked him a question at that time, would it be...
"I, I don't want any exchange. That belongs to your elves, and I am willing to return it to you." Aya Beatrice had tears in her eyes. She was afraid that the Elf King would not believe her, so she immediately summoned the skeleton on the spot.
The Necromancer, who had the blood of a succubus and a charming smile, now had none of his former pride. He looked at the Elf King timidly like a little girl who had done something wrong.
Jane's eyes swept across her face, her pale lips slightly parted, as if she wanted to say something, but she remained silent.
He looked at his grandfather's skeleton. Although Aya Beatrice had summoned it, he could tell that she took good care of it. There were no signs of damage on it, which made him feel relieved.
Even when he saw it again, he couldn't control the sadness that welled up in his heart.
This is...his grandfather.
He had never seen his grandfather since he was born, but now he met him again, but he could only see his bones. Jane looked at the empty skeleton in a daze.
In a trance, he seemed to see flesh and blood filling the skeleton, the graceful and handsome Elf King looking at him with a smile on his face, and he could feel his warm palm gently caressing the top of his head...
The Elf King gazed at the gloomy skeleton, his eyes full of sadness and attachment. The scene was so beautiful that it made people want to cry.
The sadness and regret in the hearts of Havelot and Ayabeatrix had reached their peak. Havelot lowered his head to let his hair cover his eyes, while Ayabeatrix sobbed softly.
The sobbing woke Jane up, and his expression gradually recovered. He said, "Since it is something you summoned, it is your property. I am willing to pay a price in exchange, rather than taking advantage of you. Make a request, any request is fine."
Aya Beatrice wanted to burst into tears. She had understood what Jane meant. Because they were "strangers", Jane cared so much about equal exchange. Jane was a noble person and would never take advantage of others. Instead, she would give others a lot of help.
The reason he refused to take her things was simply because...he treated her as a stranger.
"Then, can I ask you a few questions?" Aya Beatrice said with tears in her eyes. "These questions are very important to me, as important as this skeleton... Can I?"
Jane looked into her pleading eyes and sighed softly, "Are you sure you want answers to these questions? There are some things you can ignore, and it won't affect your future life."
How could he not know what Aya Beatrice wanted to ask? If possible, he didn't want to give her these.
"Now it has affected my life. If I can't get an answer, I will live in pain forever, forever guessing the answer." Aya Beatrice slowly knelt down, "Please, have mercy on me."
There was a hint of emotion in Jian's calm eyes. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was just like when he was still the Son of God, with a glow of gentleness and benevolence.
"good."
Amidst everyone's stunned silence, Aya Beatrice stood up in ecstasy. She tried desperately to suppress her excitement and took Jane to her room.
Havelot followed them stupidly, but when they reached the door he did not dare to go in.
Aya Beatrice glanced outside the door and pleaded cautiously, "Can Harvelot come in as well? I'm sure he has something to say to you, too."
What she herself didn't notice was that when facing Jane, in addition to awe and guilt, she also instinctively acted like a spoiled brat.
She subconsciously thought of him as the person she loved the most. The dreaded necromancer seemed just a cute and clumsy little girl in front of that person.
Havilot suddenly raised his head and looked at Jane with great expectations, but Jane did not even glance over there. She just looked helplessly at the necromancer who still had the appearance of a young girl and said, "Okay."
Even though he got the approval, Havilot did not look happy. He walked into the room slowly with a heavy expression.
There were only three of them here, and Aya Beatrice stared at Jane's face, the more she looked, the more similar they felt.
Her teacher was always wrapped in a plain wizard robe with a tight mask underneath. He explained that necromancers were heretics on the continent and that their identities needed to be hidden well, and she believed him.
But they had lived together for fourteen years, and no matter how strict their precautions were, there would inevitably be times when they let their guard down.
She once accidentally saw the teacher taking off her mask and drinking water, revealing her lips as pale as peach blossoms and her beautiful white chin, which stunned her.
The face can be concealed, the temperament can be disguised, but the familiarity brought by spending more than ten years together day and night is unmistakable no matter what.
Aya Beatrice's smoky purple eyes were filled with tears, and she took a cautious step closer to Jane, as if she was afraid to disturb a beautiful dream.
"Teacher, it's you... right?"
Jane looked at this gorgeous face with gentle eyes, which was slightly different from the one in her memory, and said softly, "Aya, long time no see."
This is undoubtedly an admission.
Aya Beatrice whimpered, suddenly knelt on the ground, crawled a few steps, hugged Jane's legs, and then burst into tears.
"Teacher, I miss you so much. Why did you leave without saying goodbye? Why didn't you recognize me when you saw me? Why didn't you tell me anything? You made me hurt you so many times. I miss you so much. I have been looking for you for forty years. Why don't you want me anymore..."
She cried bitterly, her words were disorganized and her meaning was unclear.
The regret for hurting Jane, the exhaustion of searching for forty years, the grievance of being abandoned, and the anxiety of these days all burst out at this moment. Her tears wet Jane's clothes and she almost died.
Havilot looked at them silently. After learning Jane's true identity, he had already guessed the result. However, the sadness expressed by Aya Beatrice was too intense, which made his eyes red.
Jane squatted down, put her slender hands on Aya Beatrice's head and stroked it slowly, just like she was still the two-year-old little girl.
"Aya, I'm sorry." He said gently, "I had to do something back then, and picking you up was just an accident. I couldn't bear to watch you die alone on the roadside, nor could I bear to say goodbye to you. In the end, I could only choose to leave without saying goodbye. I'm sorry."
In order to learn the magic of necromancy and return the dead to the world, he wandered around and suffered a lot. But when he saw the little girl curled up on the side of the road, almost starving to death, he couldn't bear it and took her back.
Originally, he just wanted to save the girl and then entrust her to a capable family to raise. However, he discovered that the girl was actually a hybrid of human and succubus, with a born charming appearance. With such a face and a weak body, sending her away would be tantamount to killing her.
So he delayed his plan, raised the girl until she was sixteen, gave her a name, and taught her how to protect herself before leaving with peace of mind.
Unexpectedly, after many twists and turns, he still met her again, but in the name of hostility.
"I thought you didn't want me anymore. I've been looking for you for so many years, just to ask you, did I do something wrong? No matter what I did wrong, I will change. Please don't abandon me." Aya Beatrice cried and trembled all over. "Why didn't you tell me? Why did you let me do so many things to hurt you, teacher, Aya regrets it so much..."
He left quietly on such a sunny morning, just as he came quietly into her world. He did not take anything in the house with him except himself.
Even after so many years, when she recalled that day, she could still feel the overwhelming fear and despair of her sixteen-year-old self. Even though she had become a famous and talented wizard, at that moment she was still like the fragile child who fell alone on the street.
She really regretted it so much that this emotion occupied her entire mind and she couldn't even tell what she was regretting.
Was it because she had hurt her teacher? Or was it because she had not discovered her teacher's intention to leave in time? Aya Beatrice didn't know.
"This is not your fault, Aya." Jane's voice was filled with a quiet power. "In fact, if possible, I don't want you to get involved in these things. This will only bring you endless dangers. In this world, knowing too many secrets is never a good thing."
"Aya is useless. Even after so many years, she can't protect the teacher." Aya Beatrice buried her face in Jane's robe, wantonly absorbing the gentle breath that she had not seen for many years, "Aya, I'm sorry..."
"Good girl, don't cry." Jane stroked the top of the girl's head. "You are just doing your duty as a mainlander. I don't blame you."
Aya Beatrice swallowed a sob in her throat, and the fingers that were grasping Jane's robe were so tight that the veins popped out.
She was so sad that even after hearing Jane say in person that she didn't blame her, she couldn't forgive herself.
Jane is just Jane to her. She doesn't care about the Son of God, the Elf King, the continent or the world. Even if Jane, the Son of God, really wants to destroy the world, she will become the most determined spear and shield in front of him and charge into battle for him.
But she stood against him, refuted him, accused him, and hurt him.
How sad he must be when he sees the child he raised treating him like this. Even if he says he doesn't blame her, how can she not blame herself?
"I'm sorry, teacher, I'm sorry..." She couldn't say anything else, just apologized again and again, "I'm sorry..."
Tears also fell from Havelot's eyes. He could understand Aya Beatrice's regret and self-blame, because they did the same thing, and he was even more cruel than Aya Beatrice.
Aya Beatrice could still cry and ask for forgiveness, but he couldn't even utter such a prayer.
Havilot raised his eyes and met Jane's gaze. He felt an indescribable pain and shame for a moment, and turned his head away in embarrassment.
Then he reacted, swallowed hard, and forced himself to turn back.
"Jane..." he said tremblingly, "I know you may not want my apology, but I still want to say, I'm sorry..."
"You don't need to apologize to me, Havelot." Jane said calmly, "You are the leader of the Paladins. When a guilty person and an innocent person are threatened with death in front of you at the same time, you should choose the innocent person."
Speaking of this matter,
Aya Beatrice also trembled all over, raised her head in panic, and revealed her tearful face.
Havilot opened his mouth, but despair as thick as a tide slowly overwhelmed him. He wanted to say countless things but didn't know where to start. He just stared blankly at Jane's eyes sparkling with stars.
Those black eyes were so beautiful, he tried hard to find a familiar look in them, but there was none, not even a trace.
There was no blame, no resentment, and no sadness. Jane told him from an absolutely rational perspective that his choice was correct.
...But how does being correct mean being infallible?
The Paladin of Light and Justice never got a full night's sleep after that day. He wanted to be forgiven, but he also wanted to hear reproach, which would at least stop his aching heart from tearing.
But all he got was Jane's simple words: You are right.
He opened his mouth weakly, suddenly losing all the courage to speak.
Jane lowered her eyes and gently wiped away the tears on Aya Beatrice's face with her fingers.
"Since you have recognized my identity, I will tell you the truth. I can bear misunderstandings, but my little girl cannot bear the reproach of conscience."
Aya Beatrice trembled, and Havilot also vaguely realized something, and his face suddenly turned as pale as paper.
"I may have betrayed the God of Light, but I have never betrayed the creatures of the continent." Jane said gently, "The evidence you found was just used by me to confuse the Western monsters. The Dark God destroyed my elves, so why would I want to awaken Him?"
Yes, the moment everyone saw the Elf King Jane, they were certain that Jane would never collude with Western monsters and attempt to attack the continent.
But when these words really came out of Jane's mouth, they carried with them a kind of grief that had accumulated for hundreds of years, a distant sorrow of genocide that was beyond the reach of human beings.
The softer Jane's voice is, the more distressing it is.
Havilot could no longer hold back, he slowly knelt on the ground, tears falling one by one from his wide-open eyes onto the ground, he seemed unaware, just staring blankly at the ground.
Therefore, the person he abandoned and hurt was even a person who had never committed a sin.
Where he couldn't see, Jane's eyes fell on the top of his head and she let out a sigh.
After going through so much, he is no longer the same person he used to be, and Havelot can never go back to the Havelot of the past. No matter how much affection he shows to him, it will only make it harder for him to get over the past. There is no need for that.
The best outcome for them is to coldly draw a line between each other and then continue on their separate ways.
Jane noticed Aya Beatrice's sad look, lowered her head and smiled gently at her, then said: "Havilot."
Havilot looked up in astonishment.
"Whether it was my identity or the truth, I was the one who hid it from you first. You don't have to blame yourself for something you didn't know." Jane said, "You fulfilled your duty, and I am only relieved."
He finally uttered words of forgiveness, but Havelot only felt deeper despair.
He understood what Jane meant. Since they were no longer related to each other, there was no need to invest too much emotion in her. Whether it was him or him, their fate ended here.
Havelot couldn't even ask him to stay.
He stared blankly at the Elf King in front of him. In an instant, time went back and this beautiful face met the one of the former Son of God.
They walked the corridors of the temple together countless times, sneaked out of the temple after class to buy candy, and sat on the roof of the temple together to look at the shining stars in the sky.
They have been together for so long, and the story of the Son of God and the Paladin Captain has spread throughout the continent. It is said that they are close friends and have deep ties with each other.
But now, it has become like this.
Regardless of what he had done in the past or Jian's identity as the Elf King, both of them had absolutely destroyed their future possibilities.
That thread of longing that had been deeply embedded in his heart, a thought that had never had the chance to blossom and bear fruit, would never again have the possibility of breaking through the ground.
The light in Havilot's eyes completely dimmed, leaving only dead silence and bitterness.
"Aya, get up, we still have things to do." Jane helped Aya Beatrice, who was crying until she was exhausted, up, and tidied up her messy clothes just like she did when she was a child.
Feeling this long-lost tenderness again, Aya Beatrice almost cried again.
But she couldn't be so naughty and be that willful girl anymore. She had to help the teacher no matter what the teacher wanted to do.
Jane patiently tidied Aya Beatrice's clothes and gave them some time to calm down.
He knew that maybe they wouldn't calm down so easily, but he didn't have that much time to wait.
"Havilot, I need your help." Jane said directly.
Havilot's lips trembled, and a light flashed in his eyes: "What do you need me to do?"
At this moment, even if Jane asked him to die on the spot, he would forget the chivalrous code of sacrifice and honor just to fulfill his wish.
"You know, the legendary God of Creation has regained consciousness," Jane said, "but you probably don't know that the God Realm is being reshuffled right now."
Speaking of that terrifying god, both of them were stunned.
Some things that they had deliberately ignored before returned to their hearts. The gods of light and darkness fought for one person, the undisguised plunder and possession in the eyes of the two gods, and the simple man who offered himself to save the god of darkness...
Jane knew what their looks meant. He tried his best to ignore the embarrassment in his heart and maintained a calm tone.
"Hemera and the Dark God are devouring other gods one by one. As they devour more and more gods' souls, they will become stronger and stronger. I saved the Dark God because I wanted to rely on him to contain Hemera, but he is also a god. We can't put all our hopes on him."
"Teacher, I don't quite understand." Aya Beatrice said in confusion, "The God of Creation has awakened. Isn't this a good thing? He can suppress the Dark God and the Western monsters."
"In fact, Hemera's awakening is not a good thing for the underworld." Jane said, "He is cold and arrogant, and has no mercy on living beings. He also admitted that he wants to clean up the world. The so-called cleansing by the Creator God... will only be a disaster for living beings."
"Clean up... the world?" Havilot murmured and repeated the word, murmured, "What a cruel word."
"So we have to save ourselves." Jane's tone was firm. "Before Hemera split the gods' souls, he left a responsibility to the successive elven kings. Once the gods fail to fulfill their responsibilities, the elven kings have the power to unite all the races in the world to judge the gods. Havelot, I need you to persuade the human king, and I will go to persuade the dwarves and dragons in the north."
"You want to...judge the God of Creation?"
Both of them had unconcealable shock on their faces, and couldn't believe what they heard.
"Yes, I will judge the God of Creation."
The coldness and majesty of the Elf King reappeared on Jane's face.
"The gods are merciless and treat all things as straw dogs. Even if there is little hope, are you willing to be eliminated?"
Havelot stared in amazement at this proud and beautiful creature, unable to describe the shock in his heart at the moment.
In the distant past, they talked about each other's ideals. What did the Son of God say at that time?
"I hope that one day, there will never be another war in the world." Jane's eyes were reflected with starlight and there was a smile on her lips. She said this wish so gently, as if it was just a beautiful dream in the night breeze.
However, now, Jian still holds on to this ideal. For this purpose, he can lie dormant and endure, and can bear the infamy, but he has never stopped and has been moving forward firmly.
"Okay." Havelot heard his own voice saying, "I will definitely complete your instructions. I guarantee it with my life."
"I believe you, Havelot." Jane looked at him, "You have always been someone I trust."
Havilot's eyes were sore and he nodded slowly and firmly, accepting the trust and entrustment that weighed more than a thousand pounds.
"I'll go to the Necromancer Guild." Aya Beatrice said unyieldingly, "Necromancers also include various dark races. This is a crisis for the entire world, and they will definitely not sit idly by."
"Thank you, Aya." Jane smiled.
“No…” Aya Beatrice stared at his smiling face in astonishment, then lowered her head in embarrassment to hide the infatuation that shouldn’t have appeared in her eyes, “This is what I should do.”
Jane didn't notice her expression, and having said what needed to be said, he simply nodded and disappeared into the starlight.
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【Jian Ziyan: "Xiaojiu, Xiaojiu, why don't you speak?"
419:……
Jian Ziyan: "Xiaojiu, Xiaojiu, your forgiveness value has increased. Aren't you happy?"
419:……
Jian Ziyan: "Xiaojiu, Xiao..."
419: "Shut up and don't disturb me."
Jian Ziyan: "Okay, I know you are suspicious of Tongsheng, but I swear, I really didn't mean it this time."
419: "Why on earth is this happening... What on earth makes you so attractive? It's fine if someone falls in love with you in a BL novel, and I can tolerate stories with male protagonists who have no sexual orientation, but this is bg! There are all these straight men and women! Why do they all fall in love with a gay like you?"
Jian Ziyan touched his chin and said, "Perhaps you will only understand this question when you become a human one day."
419: "No, humans are all crazy. I don't want to understand."
Jian Ziyan laughed out loud, and he touched the head of his stupid system: "If you can't figure it out, don't think about it. Just wait for me to make money to support you."
Knowing that his time was running out, Jane headed straight north without stopping for a moment.
The two most difficult races in the entire continent are entrenched here.
The dwarves were cautious and the dragons were greedy. Even during the heyday of the elves, they could only respect each other. Now that the elves were in decline, Jane was not sure what effect that would have.
However, to his surprise, the dragon clan, which was supposed to be the most difficult to talk to, agreed to his request without much thought after hearing his purpose. This made Jian stunned and he swallowed back all the words he had prepared.
"Since it is the Elf King's request, and it is for the safety of the entire continent, then of course the Dragon Clan will do its best." The Dragon King of the Dragon Clan had a white beard and a loud voice. "Please rest assured, Elf King, the Dragon Clan will do its best to respond to your call."
"...Well, thank you, Dragon King." Jian swallowed what he was about to say and turned to thank him.
However, what he didn't know was that after the Dragon King respectfully sent him away, he turned around with an even more humble attitude and knelt down facing the void.
"Excuse me, Master Hemera, have I done what you asked?"
A faint shadow emerged from the void. It faced the direction where the Elf King left and said slowly, "You did a great job."
The Dragon King said carefully: "Then may I ask you, sir, when the Elf King truly calls for judgment..."
"Do as he asks." The shadow said without question, "Whatever crime he wants to try you for, you must agree to it. Do you understand?"
The Dragon King's heart trembled, and he lowered his head under this magnificent divine power to hide his shock and confusion.
"Yes...sir."
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