Blood of Mercury

Roland was silent, and followed Sheila out of the hot Kalista.

The enchantment of the zenith has begun to shatter. Most of the runes hanging on the Great Barrier, which are as dense as circuit boards, have been extinguished, and the remaining parts form absurd patterns in the air.

The wizards who hurried past kept brushing past Roland. Roland and Sheila, who were walking on the road at a slow, or leisurely pace, therefore became the biggest outliers.

However, by this time, no one cares about them anymore.

When other wizards ran to Roland and Cyla, they would avoid them subconsciously. The two people, Roland and Xila, were like two stubborn stones in a turbulent river, separating the water around them from their sides.

"Roland... I can call you that."

Without waiting for Roland to respond, Sheila, who was walking in front, continued to speak and said to herself, "Do you know how much risk you will take to stay here?"

Roland's pace suddenly stopped.

"If you called me out to say that, we don't have to continue talking."

An incomparably soft tone, accompanied by ruthless words, came from behind Sheila.

Xila turned her head with a wry smile, her clear lake blue eyes seemed to be crumpled by something: "...What are you insisting on?"

"What are you insisting on, what I am insisting on."

"It's different."

"Same."

Roland replied without hesitation.

His right hand was already on the dagger at his waist, and his eyes gradually became cold.

Although he can't use divine arts now, Roland is by no means without combat ability.

Although it was impossible to kill Cyla, Roland was confident that there would be absolutely no problem if he just escaped.

However, Sheila didn't seem to see Roland's hostility. She raised her hands, which were a circle larger than ordinary people, with a wry smile, indicating that she was not holding any weapons.

After about five or six seconds of brewing, Xila, who was standing in the crowd, said softly to Roland, "I don't want this city to be destroyed."

"……what."

Sheila's first sentence made Roland laugh out loud.

It is a foregone conclusion that the gods will destroy the White Tower, and now. A cardinal actually stood in front of Roland and said that he didn't want the city to be destroyed?

Well, maybe you're not lying. But what's the use of that?

"Useless hypocrisy."

Roland refuted Syrah's words neatly: "Even if what you said is true. So what? Can you still convince your Pope? Or can you convince Tyre? Or rebel to the White Tower? Coming here to fight against the army of the gods, and then being trampled to pieces by hundreds of thousands of people?"

Roland didn't lower his voice in the slightest. He just stood in the crowd with a normal voice, and mercilessly denounced Xila's hypocrisy: "No, you can't change anything."

"Even if you say that you don't want to, but you have to do it - to be forced to slaughter the city or to slaughter the city with your own will. It makes no difference to those who die under your hands."

"……Maybe."

Sheila didn't respond at all to Roland's accusations. There was still a wry smile on his face, but his eyes were clear: "However, I don't regret being involved in this devastating war."

"……interesting."

Roland raised his eyebrows and showed an almost mocking smile.

Sheila raised her head and looked at the enchantment in the sky.

He asked softly, "Roland, do you know how many people in the world have died directly or indirectly at the hands of wizards?"

"Oh?"

"One hundred thousand people. About one hundred thousand people die every year because of wizards."

Sheila lowered her head and looked at Roland. But Roland felt that the focus of his eyes was not on himself, but looked further away.

"There are always disputes between people. And we pastors. We exist to listen to people's voices and dredge their hearts. But there is always a limit to people's patience... And we can't guarantee that in every When people need us, we can be there on time for them.”

Speaking of which, Xila suddenly thought of her parents.

Therefore, he paused for a moment, and then continued: "So, people who could not resolve their grievances decided to use all kinds of things that wizards need to submit commissions to wizards."

"Then witchcraft becomes a weapon for killing people."

There was some kind of throbbing light in Sheila's eyes.

"Many do not die. They are killed by witchcraft in the wrath of their victims and become new victims."

"I have seen a thief caught by the owner. As a first-time offender, even if he is caught, it stands to reason that he only needs to cut off a finger. But because the owner is a young noble who is about to propose to a girl. And that What the poor thief stole happened to be his proposal ring... So after the young nobleman was turned down by the girl, he was so angry that he put all the responsibility on the thief, and asked the magic knife wizard to catch the thief, and It was cut into thirteen pieces in public."

Xila's eyes became sad: "At that time, the thief's sister was at the execution site. She was waiting at home for her brother to buy brown bread to go home, but she waited for the news that her brother was about to be executed."

"I remember that child was kneeling on the ground at the time. He kept crying, why, why... Why did he not have any chance to repent for the crime of having his fingers cut off according to the rules."

Hearing this, Roland's expression gradually softened.

Roland replied casually: "It's power. The power of revenge and judgment."

"—That's right. It's power," Shira's tone gradually became impulsive. "The right to judge must be in the hands of a third party. When people can take revenge on each other at various costs, the world is no different from the wild. There must be a calm judge who exercises this sacred power from an objective and fair perspective."

"The purpose of wizards is the research of witchcraft, and wizards need a lot of money to study witchcraft, and at the same time they can't make money out of thin air. So they can only make money from the outside world by various means."

Xila took a deep breath, calmed down a little, then lowered her head, looked at the ground and said slowly: "From this point of view, wizards are not as good as alchemists. If the wizards' inventions are to be used, the user must first A wizard. Since inventions can't be sold, wizards just have to sell themselves. As long as there is money, wizards are the best weapons in the world. Witchcraft is too dangerous for ordinary people who don't have mysterious powers. Those People who haven't been in contact with wizards. Those who don't know anything about wizards have no ability to compete with wizards at all."

"Wizards kill for money. The guys who hire them to kill may be for the purpose of overthrowing a certain force or maintaining a certain force, or for aggression, for anti-aggression, for hometown, for relatives, for women, for food ...and for wizards it doesn't make any difference. They all kill for money. To get money, to use witchcraft for a purpose, they don't even realize they're killing real people like themselves. "

"And in order not to be killed by wizards, the people opposite them often have to hire wizards to fight wizards. In this way, for Baita, they earn double the money."

"When the little wizards were apprentices. They learned all kinds of killing techniques... the assassination of the sorcerer with the sword, the aerial bombardment of the battle wizard, or the curse killing of the cursed wizard... They really did it for Studying the law? Now that you've decided to become a scholar. Why should you learn **** in the first place?"

Xila paused, and in the hurried wizards, he made an indifferent voice: "It is different from the mercenaries who accept commissions to make people happy. The purpose of the wizards who accept commissions for money is from the beginning. It is wrong, even if they are doing good deeds, the wrong purpose will inevitably lead to the wrong result.”

"So, is your purpose to exterminate such a wrong wizard?"

Roland asked in an almost icy tone.

"...that's what I thought at first."

However, Sheila shook her head and denied her previous words.

He raised his head and looked at Roland.

And Roland was stunned for a moment.

Because he saw obvious confusion and hesitation in the blue eyes of Cyrana Lake——

"There are so many innocent people in this city."

Sheila hesitated for a long time, and finally admitted in an almost painful tone: "They are different from what I imagined at first. This is not a mechanical, cold, heretical gathering place full of terrible and twisted forbidden knowledge... This is Most of them are just ordinary people who want to live a good life."

"In the past two days, I used my eyes, not my ears, to re-acquaint myself with looking at the White Pagoda."

"In the pub just now, the girls who were the waiters didn't even laugh at anyone who entered the tavern for the first time. They were like ordinary schoolgirls, chatting with customers without any scheming. Treat your guests as friends, not just guests."

"In the hotel on the corner, even though I didn't order food, the owner brought me a free broth after knowing that I was a foreigner. I clearly told him that I didn't like meat. But he said what his family's special dish is, and he must eat something once when he comes to Baita, and he rubbed against me and accompany me to finish dinner before leaving satisfied."

"That's right. I hate wizards. But I don't hate wizard apprentices in taverns, and innkeepers. They just want to have a good time. They don't want to hurt anyone, and they don't want to hurt anyone. They Just like ordinary people living in other cities, just born in the wrong place... But now, for this ridiculous reason, they are going to die here..."

Sheila groaned in a dreamy voice, and grabbed her hair with some pain.

Roland showed a pitying smile.

At this moment, Roland finally understood. There is no threat to the person Sheila.

He was just a child who was still dreaming of a messenger of justice~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Roland pondered for about three or four seconds, and suddenly showed a very gentle smile.

He stepped forward, raised his left hand, raised five fingers to gently rest on his chest, stood on tiptoe, and put his chin on Sheila's shoulder.

Immediately, the long black hair with a hint of natural fragrance gently slammed on Xila's face, causing Xila to be stunned for a moment.

"Syrah, do you want to be the Pope?"

With a very serious attitude, Roland leaned into Xila's ear and said softly in a very seductive tone: "Do you want to get power?"

"Do you want... to change this?"

With Roland's devilish whisper, at that moment, the constant explosions around happened to come to a brief pause.

For a time, it seemed that time was frozen at this moment. (To be continued.)