quicksilver blood

Chapter 263 The Melody of War
Roland remained silent, and followed Sira out of the fiery Calista.

The enchantment of the Zenith has already begun to shatter.Most of the runes hanging on the large enchantment densely packed like circuit boards have been extinguished, and the remaining parts formed absurd patterns in the air.

Wizards who hurried past kept passing Roland.Roland and Xila, who walked on the road at a slow, or leisurely pace, became the biggest outliers.

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

When other wizards ran to Roland and Xila, they would subconsciously avoid them.Roland and Xila are like two stubborn rocks in a turbulent river, separating the water around them from them.

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

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

Roland stopped suddenly.

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

An extremely gentle tone, accompanied by ruthless words, came from behind Xi La.

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

"Whatever you insist on, I will insist on."

"It's different."

"Same."

Roland replied without hesitation.

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

Even though divine spells cannot be used now, Roland is by no means without combat effectiveness.

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

However, Xi La didn't seem to see Roland's hostility, and smiled bitterly and raised her hands, which were a circle larger than ordinary people, to indicate that she didn't hold any weapons.

After deliberating for about five or six seconds, Xi La, who was standing in the crowd, said softly to Roland, "I don't want this city to be destroyed either."

"……what."

Xi La'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 stands in front of Roland and says that he does not want this city to be destroyed?
Well, maybe you weren't lying.But what's the use?
"Useless hypocrisy."

Roland refuted Sira's words straightforwardly: "Even if what you said is true, so what? Can you still convince your Pope? Or can you convince Tyr? Or rebel to the White Tower Come here to fight against the god’s army, and then be trampled to pieces by hundreds of thousands of people together?”

Roland did not lower his voice at all.He just stood in the crowd with a normal voice, and mercilessly scolded Xi La for her hypocrisy: "No, you can't change anything."

"Even if you say you don't want to, but you still have to do it - being forced to massacre the city and massacring the city with your own will, there is no difference between the people who died under your hands."

"……Maybe."

Xi La did not respond to Roland's accusation.There was still a wry smile on his face, but his eyes were clear: "However, I don't regret getting involved in this devastating war."

"……interesting."

Roland raised his eyebrows and showed an almost mocking smile.

Xi La raised her head and looked at the enchantment in the sky.

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

"Oh?"

"10 people. About 10 people die every year because of wizards."

Xi La lowered her head and looked at Roland.But Roland felt that the focus of his eyes was not on himself, but looking farther away.

"There are always disputes between people. We pastors exist to listen to people's voices and channel their hearts. But there is always a limit to people's patience... and we cannot guarantee that in every When people need us, we can always show up by their side on time.”

Speaking of this, Xi La suddenly thought of her parents.

Therefore, he paused for a while, and then continued: "Thus, the people whose grievances could not be resolved, decided to submit a commission to the wizard with all kinds of things that the wizard needs."

"Then, witchcraft turned into a murder weapon."

There was a kind of dancing light in Sira's eyes.

"Many people do not deserve to die, but they are killed by witchcraft in the anger of the victims and become new victims."

"I have seen a thief who was caught by the owner. As a first-time offender, even if he was caught, it stands to reason that he only needs to cut off one finger. But because the owner is a young nobleman who is about to propose to a girl, and that The poor thief just stole his engagement ring... So after the young nobleman was rejected by the girl, he was so angry that he threw all the responsibility on the thief, and asked the Scheming Knife Wizard to catch the thief, and Cut it into 13 yuan in public."

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

"I remember that child knelt on the ground and kept crying, why, why...why he was not given any chance to repent for the crime of cutting off his fingers according to the rules."

Hearing this, Roland's expression gradually softened.

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

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

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

Xi La took a deep breath, and after calming down a bit, she lowered her head, looked at the ground and said slowly, "From this point of view, wizards are not as good as alchemists. If wizards want to use their inventions, the user must first He is a wizard. Since inventions cannot be sold, wizards only need to sell themselves. As long as you have money, wizards are the best weapons in the world. Witchcraft is too dangerous for ordinary people who do not have mystical powers. Those People who have never been in contact with wizards, those who don't know anything about wizards, simply don't have the ability to compete with wizards."

"Wizards kill for money. The purpose of those who hire them to kill may be to defeat a certain force or maintain 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 some purpose, they don't even realize that they are 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 against wizards. In this way, for the White Tower, they earn double the money."

"When the little wizards were still apprentices, they learned all kinds of killing techniques...the assassination of the crafty knife wizard, the aerial bombing of the battle wizard, or the cursing of the curse wizard...they really wanted to Do you want to study the law? Now that you have decided to become a scholar, why do you need to learn how to kill first?"

Xila paused, and among the wizards passing by in a calm voice, said: "It's different from mercenaries who accept commissions to make people happy. Wizards who accept commissions for money have a goal from the very beginning. It’s wrong, even if they do good deeds, it’s the same, the wrong purpose will inevitably bring wrong results.”

"So, is your purpose to destroy such erroneous wizards?"

Roland asked in an almost cold tone.

"...I thought so at first."

However, Xi La shook her head, denying her previous words.

He raised his head and looked at Roland.

And Roland was stunned for a moment.

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

"There are many innocent people in this city."

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

"During these two days, I rediscovered the White Tower with my own eyes, not my ears."

"In the tavern just now, the girls who served as waiters didn't even make fun of people who entered the tavern for the first time. They were just like ordinary female students, chatting with the guests without any scheming, Treat guests as friends, not just guests."

"At the hotel on the corner, even though I didn't order food, after the boss knew that I was a foreigner, he personally sent me a free broth. I told him that I don't like meat, But he said that this is his family's special dish or something, and he must eat something once when he comes to the White Tower, and he clung to my side and stayed with me after dinner before leaving satisfied."

"That's right. I hate wizards. But I can't hate the wizard apprentices in the tavern or the innkeepers. They just want to live happily, and they neither hinder nor hurt anyone. They Just like ordinary people living in other cities, they were just born in the wrong place... But now, this ridiculous reason wants them to die here..."

While Sira moaned in a dreamlike voice, she stretched out her hand and grabbed her hair in some pain.

Roland showed a pitiful smile.

At this moment, Roland finally understood that Xi La did not pose any threat.

He is just a child who still dreams of a messenger of justice.

Roland pondered for about three or four seconds, and suddenly showed a very gentle smile.

He stepped forward, raised his left hand, put five fingers up on his chest lightly, stood on tiptoe, and put his chin on Xi La's shoulder.

Immediately, the long black hair gently fell on Xi La's face with a trace of natural fragrance, which made Xi La startled.

"Sira, do you want to be the pope?"

With an extremely serious attitude, Roland leaned into Xi La's ear and whispered in a very seductive tone: "Do you want to gain power?"

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

Following Roland's devilish whisper, at that moment, the constant explosions happened to stop for a short while.

For a moment, it seemed that time was frozen at this moment.

(End of this chapter)