Blood of Mercury

The wizards watched in silence as Orlando took a heavy, uncoordinated step, dragging his shackles out of the gate.

The heavy shackles full of spikes dragged on the wooden floor, leaving several nicks on the floor, making a shrill sound like sawing wood.

Orlando did not hide his weakness.

Anyone can see that "Orlando" is on the verge of death at this time. Even if the last shred of strength suddenly breaks out and breaks the shackles, it is absolutely impossible to escape from the siege of many wizards.

The shock in the minds of the enchantment wizards is far more than that of other wizards-in the vision brought by their detection of life vitality and soul vitality, they can see the true state of "Orlando" at this moment.

To say it is near death is an understatement. As far as the results of the vitality detection are concerned, Orlando is now not much different from a corpse.

In that case, why did Orlando come over?

Did he come to die?

The wizards were momentarily lost.

"—Hug, sorry!"

After Roland walked out of the warehouse door, only a few young wizards of the stylized sword ran up panting: "I didn't watch it for a while, then..."

"It's okay. Shut up."

Scott held out his hand, signaling that they didn't need to talk anymore.

The moment they were swept by Scott's indifferent gaze, the young wizards with the sword were as if they were being strangled by their necks, and even the roar was stopped.

Even if they were blushing because of this, they didn't dare to make any more sound, they could only stare at Orlando, who was dragging his heavy shackles and walking forward step by step.

Scott's gaze towards Orlando gradually became deeper.

He took a step and stopped in front of Orlando: "What do you want to do?"

"Generally speaking, a death row inmate can always make a request before execution."

Orlando just raised his head, showing a suave genial smile.

Looking at his smile, Scott was silent for a few seconds, then neatly dodged away from Orlando and gave a concise answer: "Say."

Orlando smiled and walked towards his silver chair. Then calmly sat on it.

He stroked the armrests of the silver betting chair and looked downstairs from the silver betting chair, like an aged king stroking his throne.

Captured by Orlando's indifferent temperament, the wizards couldn't help holding their breath.

From the second floor to the first floor. All the wizards gradually stopped talking and turned to Orlando.

"I just want to... just chat with you before I die."

Orlando said softly in a hoarse, dry and inexplicable magnetic voice, "It's just a chat."

However, including Scott. No one responded to Orlando's words.

There was silence around the entire second tower.

Orlando was not at all embarrassed, he just sat in his seat and said with a chuckle:

"We were born into a sinful age."

His first words caught the wizards' eyelids.

A premonition of being preached by a pastor filled their hearts.

Sure enough, Orlando said in the next sentence: "You ask for happiness and wealth, but you don't know who to ask for."

So someone jeered loudly in the crowd: "What do you mean, do you want us to ask the gods?"

Suddenly, bursts of laughter came from the crowd.

Orlando just shook his head.

"Do you ask those who are higher in status than you, and those who are richer and nobler than you, for happiness? Is there any difference between you and the gods?"

A word out. Although the laughter did not dissipate, many wizards immediately froze in place.

But Orlando's next sentence completely silenced them: "I'll tell you this, this generation is guilty - not only the wizards are guilty, but the priests are also guilty."

"What is the difference between those priests who cry out for miracles and decide what is right and wrong based on the likes and dislikes of gods and those who flatter the powerful?"

Orlando's not-so-high-pitched flat voice spread in the silent environment, and immediately exploded in the crowd.

In this age of gods, even wizards would not dare to belittle the gods in such a way.

Immediately, the wizards looked at Orlando with the eyes of a madman.

but. Orlando's voice did not stop: "Happy people are happy not because some people are alive, but because some people are dead. From this, I can tell you. This generation is guilty."

"People speak their words with emphasis on their virtues, not their sins. From this, I can tell you that this generation is sinful."

"When people claim to be good, they have malicious intentions in their hearts; when they emphasize that they are for others, they do everything for themselves. From this. I can tell you that this generation is sinful."

Gradually, the wizards stopped discussing one by one, and looked up at Orlando, who was locked in the seat by thorns, with an inexplicable light flashing in their eyes.

After a moment of silence, the wizard shouted, "So, Orlando, are you guilty?"

Orlando paused for a moment, then continued in a flat voice: "I'll tell you the truth, I'm guilty. You are also guilty."

"As I said, the reason why I lied to you and told you these things is not for you, but for myself."

Then someone shouted: "So, Orlando, if you are guilty, how can you prove that what you say is true?"

Orlando just smiled and retorted in a hoarse and flat voice: "Since you ask me that, it means that you already believe me in your heart. Of course you have the right to think that I am deceiving you, but that has nothing to do with me."

Having said that, Orlando suddenly stopped and stopped speaking.

He turned his head and whispered to Scott, "Okay, let's execute."

Scott didn't move. The surrounding time was suddenly distorted, and the sound was isolated.

In Scott's domain, only Scott himself and Orlando - or Roland maintained their normal appearance.

Scott couldn't help but narrow his eyes: "Do you really want to die?"

"No, of course I don't want to."

Roland said calmly, "I'm just gambling."

"Bet what?"

"Bet that the mentor can come back to this world. Bet that I can come back from the dead. Bet that I can see my sister when I die."

Roland looked at the death time fixed at "three seconds" on the panel, smiled and looked away: "To be honest, Scott, do you really think I will die like this?"

"Of course not," Scott shook his head without hesitation. "I don't even know why you're dying...it's pointless."

"As a person who hasn't even died seriously once, what face do I have to be the Pope of Eternal Sleep Master? If I don't believe Eternal Sleep Master can save me, how can I make others believe that Master can save them?"

Roland replied with a chuckle, "I'll tell the truth. Those who answered the call in the crowd were the ones I found in advance. I've really prepared for the words I said for a long time."

"In other words, you lied to them again?"

"exactly."

Roland answered without hesitation: "I said it before, everything I do is for myself."

He looked away from Scott's face and looked down at himself, bound to the seat by the thorns.

After a long period of time, Roland said softly, "Helena has taught me a lot... If I focus on individuals, I'm afraid I won't get anything in my life."

"Even if I don't understand what I should do, I'm not used to being so condescending to decide the life and death of others, I have to get used to it."

"...Do you want to save the world?" Scott couldn't help sneering.

In his opinion, Roland's behavior is simply tossing~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But Roland nodded seriously, and then shook his head: "I don't want to save the world... I have to save the world. ."

"I'm Roland, Roland nerola. The elector of the dormant mentor and the Pope, the master of the natural disaster, the younger brother of the Queen of Silver, the future king of Elcatel... Actually you are right, I want to save the world, just It's because I want to save the world."

"I will be happy when these people are alive, and I will be sad when they die. I don't want to see them die, even for my own happiness, I have to save the world."

Roland smiled and looked back at Scott: "In short, it's 'I'm happy'."

"...That's enough."

Scott nodded, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, revealing a not-so-good-looking smile.

Then, he withdrew his domain and pressed the button behind Roland.

The tangled thorns quickly contracted and plunged into Roland's body. (To be continued.)