Click.
"ah--"
laugh.
Click!
The bloody and eerie sounds pieced together a symphony in the space, causing the Eli family warriors to retreat in panic, fearing that they might get even a little bit tainted and become one of the instruments in it.
The abyss has descended.
A bloody hell of thorns blooms here.
Thorns devour the flesh and blood of sinners, consuming them along with their sins.
Just like that scene on the execution platform a thousand years ago.
What is that?
Guh.
Every warrior in the Eli family is confident that they are the most outstanding fighters, capable of undertaking all kinds of dangerous missions, and never afraid.
But at this moment, their legs felt weak, and they didn't know what to do.
Should we move forward?
But it seems they're no longer needed...
But should we back down?
Some people instinctively took a half step back, but before they could actually leave, a thorn caught their eye and stared at them for a long time.
Eek!!
Finally, he could only slowly retract his foot, gripping his weapon as he stood there, staring into the thorns...
What the hell is this thing?
Is this really our partner?
As they thought this, they all glanced out of the corner of their eyes at the instigator of all this, the young man who had suddenly appeared.
"…………"
Ignoring the stares of others, Ning Feng and Keynes stared at each other silently.
Keynes's expression changed repeatedly after hearing those words.
From confusion to complexity, then gradually to bewilderment, and finally to a complex emotion containing several feelings.
Finally, Keynes broke the silence and asked:
"Is this... the intention of that lord?"
Shaking his head, Ning Feng didn't lie and said frankly:
"That's what I meant, you did a really good job."
“Your father kept his promise to me, and you have perfectly upheld this vow. Your brother did the same. You have all done very well.”
"And I know very well that she thinks the same way I do."
If it were Alice, she would be confused and conflicted for a while after learning all this, but she would eventually understand.
That's just the kind of person she is—soft-hearted but not rigid—he knows it very well.
However, Keynes did not feel honored by Ning Feng's answer.
He looked at Ning Feng not as if he were looking at the legendary prophet, but as if he were gazing at a strange deity.
"In what capacity do you say this?"
Keynes stared at Ning Feng and suddenly asked:
"Is he a prophet? Or is he using the identity of Ning Feng, an operator of the Watchers?"
With a slight twitch of his brow, Ning Feng suddenly understood the strangeness of Keynes's attitude.
Keynes doesn't seem to have a very high opinion of the "prophet".
However, Ning Feng did not expose the truth, but instead asked in return:
"What's the difference?"
Keynes nodded slowly but firmly and spoke indifferently:
"Yes, and it's a big difference."
“If it were Ning Feng, I would ignore his words. I have no obligation to explain to him, nor do I need his approval.”
Keynes, in front of the Ning cover, exudes the arrogance and haughtiness of a great nobleman, but the next second he displays the humility of a servant:
“But if you are a prophet… I have nothing to say. You are a great prophet, and I have no right or qualification to refute you.”
This complex temperament shifted rapidly, without any apparent barrier between them.
In Ning Feng's silence, the elderly nobleman raised his head and calmly gazed at him:
"However, I hope you can understand one thing: their blind trust in you doesn't mean everyone will always be like that."
"You have let them down."
"How many people in the Watchmen—no, in the Prophets—still believed until the very end that you would return to take them? Do you really know?"
His voice was calm and rigid, but the emotions revealed in his eyes were not so calm.
Scenes from the past flashed before his eyes, and the smiles on the faces of those people as they left were like sharp swords piercing his heart, which he had never forgotten even after a thousand years.
They trusted you so much, but you let them down.
"I'm sorry, although I know I shouldn't say this, please let me be frank... I do not expect you to return."
"You're like a capricious child, making promises and then disappearing."
Ning Feng: "…………"
"Whether it's the Prophet's Society or the Watchers' Society, the only one who truly leads us forward is that great one."
"I'm sorry, but no matter what others think, even the will of the Stargazer himself, I will not agree with it."
The previously calm atmosphere suddenly turned serious. Keynes stared intently at the prophet, fully prepared for anything.
Even if it means offending the being before you.
Keynes placed his hand on his chest, bowed deeply to Ning Feng, and spoke firmly:
"I do not approve of your return."
Even if it's you who returns.
I wouldn't agree either.
"The only person I am loyal to is Lord Stargazer."
Keynes waited, bracing himself for the wrath of the great man.
But he is destined to be disappointed.
Ning Feng looked at Keynes in front of him, but his gaze did not fall on him. Instead, it seemed somewhat empty, drifting back to the past.
On that snowy dusk, he stood alone in the ruins, gazing at his brother's boy, frozen in ice.
A dying old man makes a decision in a dark, secluded room, resolutely changing the form of his own life.
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