Seema Lynch, a woman known for her beauty and intelligence.
Who would want to miss out on her gossip? Although he would never be able to reach that glamorous woman in his lifetime, listening to her stories and secretly putting himself in her shoes was enough to excite him for a long time.
I heard that those nobles played very extravagantly, and it turned out to be true...
"Thank you for listening to the last words of a dying man." Doug looked at the jailer with an especially sincere look in his eyes. "If I were thrown into the underworld tomorrow, I would give you my most sincere blessings in the underworld."
"..." The jailer was stunned for a moment, "Holly, you are a little different from the legend."
"Hearing is believing, seeing is believing. Sima Lynch is a legendary genius beauty, but don't people outside know her true face?"
Doug sat down cross-legged, looked at the jailer like a wise man, and said, "Everyone lives with a mask on. When they see someone stronger than themselves, they have to smile, hoping to gain the favor of the big man; when they meet someone weaker than themselves, they have to put on a stern face to ensure their dignity. How many people are willing to show their true self to others?"
“……” The jailer glanced at Doug and suddenly fell silent.
"What's your name?" Doug asked.
"Simon Sith." said the jailer.
"Okay, Simon. Because of your job, you have to appear violent in order to intimidate those vicious criminals, but I can see the kindness in your heart." Doug nodded at him and gestured, "Why don't you sit down and listen to my story? It will help you gain more life experience."
Perhaps it was Sima Lynch's erotic secret that tempted him, or perhaps it was Doug's repeated praise of his magnanimity and kindness that touched him, Simon actually sat cross-legged opposite Doug.
"Simon, what kind of person am I in your eyes?" Doug asked. He looked at Simon who was hesitant to speak and smiled. "Don't worry about my feelings. I'm going to die tomorrow. Just tell me the truth."
"Human scum, bedbugs in the sewer, maggots in the toilet..." Simon said.
"What if I say I'm not?" Doug's expression remained calm, as if the other party was not scolding him.
"You really gave me a different feeling today." Simon looked at Doug and frowned slightly. "Your conversation and expression make you look like a true noble, and a bit like a legendary wise man."
"Simon, you are not only kind, but also have a pair of eyes that see through everything. Keep the excellent qualities in your heart, and your life will become more and more wonderful." Doug looked at Simon and gave his praise without hesitation.
These few words actually made Simon feel a little uneasy. He was just a small jailer, humble enough to be in the dust.
And even though Holly was in prison, he was once a nobleman.
Even though he is down and out now, his horizons are broader than his. Simon is flattered to receive such high praise from him.
Few nobles were thrown into prison. In Simon's heart, nobles were the people he looked up to all his life. Those people would never look at them straight in the eye, but at this moment, he saw equality and respect in Doug's eyes.
Simon looked at Doug and subconsciously used honorifics for a death row inmate: "Mr. Holly, you are indeed different from the rumors..."
Doug interrupted him and said to himself: "Everyone knows that I failed to awaken my martial soul, but no one knows that my martial soul is actually half awakened."
Simon asked in astonishment: "Can the martial soul still be awakened halfway?"
"Simon, when you have experienced more, you will understand that the world is so big that there are all kinds of things." Doug smiled and continued, "Usually, a person can only awaken his martial soul once in his lifetime, but there are some people who awaken their martial souls twice; there are also some who awaken two martial souls at once; compared to them, I failed to awaken, but I still retained half of my martial soul, which is pretty useless."
"Are there so many strange things in the world?" Simon smacked his lips and said in disbelief.
"A person's fate is not fixed. Whether you are a commoner or a noble, you have infinite potential. Simon, don't let this small prison hold you back. Try to step out, and you will find that life is wonderful and the world is vast." Doug looked at Simon and encouraged him, "The bigger your heart is, the bigger the stage will be. Maybe one day, you can become a noble too."
"..." Simon laughed awkwardly, "Mr. Holly, I am different from you."
"Who were the nobles and who were the commoners in the previous dozens of generations?" Doug smiled wistfully and said, "I won't talk about this any more. It will only cause you more trouble. Let me continue with my story!"
"Please go ahead." Simon became more and more respectful to Doug and used more and more honorifics.
"My martial soul is a predictive martial soul. This is a very powerful martial soul that can predict danger in advance and predict the opponent's actions in battle. As long as I grow up, I am destined to become a martial saint. As long as I awaken my martial soul, it will be the glory of the entire Alaus family. Unfortunately, some people don't want such a martial soul to be born..."
Although Doug was looking at Simon, his eyes passed over him and looked at the deep corridor behind him. He seemed to be lost in his memories, but soon he shook his head and smiled bitterly, "What's the point of talking about the past?"
Simon's eyes widened: "Mr. Holly, your martial soul awakening failed, and someone did it on purpose."
“Maybe!” Doug shook his head noncommittally, and put himself in the role of the protagonist. “I’m going to die anyway, so let the past go like smoke!”
"But..." Simon wanted to say something but was interrupted by Doug.
"Simon, after my martial soul awakening failed, I could no longer predict danger, but I unexpectedly awakened a new ability." Doug said.
"What ability?"
"Mr. Holly, I don't understand what you mean." Simon frowned.
"A month ago, everyone knew that I broke a farmer's leg while riding my horse on the street, but no one knew that if I hadn't broken the farmer's leg at that time, he would have drowned a day later when he went into the river to catch fish."
Doug recalled Holly's memory and created his new personality. "Ten days ago, everyone saw me whipping a woman in the face with a horsewhip. But no one knew that if I hadn't whipped her face, she would have continued walking along the current street and her head would have been smashed by a flower pot falling from the upper floor..."
"So, you bullied those people in order to save them?" Simon asked in surprise.
"Yes." Doug nodded.
"Why don't you just tell them the danger?" Simon frowned, "This can still change their fate!"
"If I tell you that you will choke to death while drinking water tomorrow, would you believe it?" Doug asked with a smile.
"..." Simon thought for a moment, then shook his head, "I would think you are a lunatic."
"That's right. No one will believe it before the disaster happens." Doug shook his head. "Besides, Simon, fate is very magical. Even if someone really believes in my prediction and escapes the disaster, there will be an even bigger disaster waiting for him.
After failing to awaken my martial soul, I discovered my special abilities.
One day, I foresaw that the gardener would be blinded by the pruning shears. I told him, and he escaped the disaster. But the next day, a frightened horse knocked over the farm tools leaning against the wall, and a dung fork pierced his throat. I did not foresee the second disaster..."
Gulp!
Simon swallowed his saliva: "So, avoiding the inevitable disaster in advance will lead to a greater disaster?"
"Yes, the God of Disaster does not allow anyone to disobey his decision. You can regard this as his revenge." Doug nodded. "However, letting those who would otherwise suffer greater disasters suffer some minor disasters in advance will help them avoid those fatal disasters."
"So, that's why you deliberately bully those civilians?" Simon asked with his eyes wide open.
"Yes." Doug nodded again.
"Then why didn't you tell them afterwards?" Simon asked.
"Who would believe it?" Doug asked with a wry smile.
“……”Simon was speechless.
"No one will believe it. They will just think that I am making a poor excuse to cover up my crime." Doug said, "The most important thing is that no one believes that a nobleman will sincerely help ordinary people. If it gets out, everyone will laugh at me. So, I would rather bear the reputation of a playboy..."
"Why should I laugh at you? You are obviously doing good things." Simon said angrily.
"What do you think the common people are in the eyes of the nobles?" Doug asked back.
Simon was silent again.
"As long as I have a clear conscience and can help more people, let them misunderstand me." Doug smiled, "My father is a viscount and has the ability to protect me. Besides, when I become a domineering playboy, no one will frame me anymore..."
"This world is so unfair." Simon clenched his fists and said angrily. At this time, he had forgotten that his original intention of staying was to listen to Sima Lynch's erotic scandals.
"Do you believe what I said?" Doug asked.
"I believe it." Simon looked at Doug and nodded seriously. "You will be executed tomorrow, there is no need to lie to me. Mr. Holly, although I am just a small person, I have seen many vicious criminals in this prison.
No criminal has such calm eyes as yours. Eyes cannot deceive people. A person with malicious intentions can never pretend to be a good person no matter how hard he tries to disguise himself. "
The attributes in my body are improving little by little, I don’t know if it is caused by integrity or division.
But because of the improvement in his attributes, Doug's consciousness expanded little by little, and he could gradually sense the situation in the surrounding cells.
really.
Only human attributes can be improved.
Doug looked at Simon and nodded seriously: "Thank you, Simon. I'm glad that someone can understand me before I die. I have lived too hard these years. Maybe death is a relief for me!"
(End of this chapter)