quicksilver blood

Chapter 289 Roland's Enlightenment

The wizards just watched in silence as Orlando walked out of the gate with heavy and uncoordinated steps, dragging the shackles behind him.

The heavy shackles full of spikes dragged on the wooden floor, leaving several scratches on the floor, making a sharp and piercing sound like sawing wood.

Orlando did not hide his weakness.

Anyone can tell that "Orlando" is on the verge of death at this time, even if he bursts out with the last bit of strength to break the shackles, it is absolutely impossible to escape from the siege of many wizards.

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

To say he was dying was an understatement.As far as the results of the vitality detection are concerned, Orlando is no different from a corpse at this time.

That being the case, why did Orlando come here?

Did he come to die?

The wizards fell into a moment of confusion.

"—hug, sorry!"

After Roland walked out of the warehouse gate, a few young crafty knife wizards ran up panting: "I didn't watch it for a while, so..."

"It's all right. 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 eyes, those young crafty knife wizards seemed to be strangled by the neck, and even their breathing was stopped.

Even though their faces were flushed because of this, they didn't dare to make any more noise, and 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 gentle and gentle smile.

Seeing his smile, Scott was silent for a few seconds, then stepped away from Orlando, and gave a concise and clear answer: "Say."

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

He stroked the armrest of the silver-filled chair, and looked downstairs from the silver-filled chair, like an old king stroking the throne.

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

From the second floor to the first floor, all the wizards gradually stopped talking and turned their attention to Orlando.

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

Orlando said in a hoarse, dry voice with inexplicable magnetism, "It's just a chat."

But no one, including Scott, responded to Orlando's words.

There was silence around the entire second tower.

Orlando didn't feel embarrassed at all, he just sat in his seat, chuckled and said:
"We are born into a sinful generation."

His first words made the wizards' eyelids twitch.

A premonition of being preached by a priest suddenly filled their hearts.

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

So someone taunted 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.

"You seek happiness from those who are higher than yourself, from those who are richer and nobler than yourself, is it any different from praying to gods?"

After saying a word, although the laughter did not dissipate, many wizards froze in place immediately.

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

"Those priests shouted for miracles and judged right and wrong based on the likes and dislikes of the gods. How is it different from the villain who flatters the powerful?"

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

In this age of gods, even wizards dare not denigrate gods like this.

Immediately, the wizards looked at Orlando like a madman.

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

"When people talk, they should emphasize their virtues more than their sins. From this, I can tell you that this generation is sinful."

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

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

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

Orlando paused for a moment, and then continued in a flat voice: "I will tell you the truth, I am guilty. You are also guilty."

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

Then someone shouted: "Then, Orlando, even if you are guilty, how can you prove that what you said is correct?"

Orlando just smiled, and retorted in a hoarse and flat voice: "Since you ask me like this, it means that you already believe in 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 said softly 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 a normal state.

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

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

Roland said frankly, "I'm just betting."

"What are you gambling?"

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

Roland looked at the death time fixed at "three seconds" on the panel, smiled and looked away: "Honestly, 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 died...it makes no sense."

"As a person who has not even died once in a serious way, what face do I have to be the Pope of the Sleeping Mentor? If I don't believe that the Sleeping Mentor can save me, how can I convince others that the Mentor can save them?"

Roland smiled and replied: "I'm telling the truth. Those who answered the words in the crowd were all people I found in advance. I have actually prepared for a long time before I said these words."

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

"exactly."

Roland replied without hesitation: "As I said before, everything I do is for myself."

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

After quite a while, Roland finally spoke softly: "Helena has taught me a lot... If I focus on the individual, I'm afraid I won't get anything through my whole life."

"Even if I don't understand what I should do, I am not used to such a condescending decision on the life and death of others, and I must get used to it."

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

In his opinion, Roland's behavior was nothing short of nonsense.

But Roland nodded seriously, and then shook his head: "I don't want to save the world... I have to save the world."

"I am Roland, Roland Nirola. The elect and Pope of the Sleeping Teacher, the master of natural disasters, the younger brother of the Silver Queen, the future king of Elcate... Actually, you are right, I want to save the world, just Because I wanted to save the world."

"I will be very happy when these people are alive, and I will be sad when they die. I don't want to watch them die. Even if it is for my own happiness, I must save the world."

Roland smiled, and turned to look at Scott: "To put it simply, it's 'I am willing'."

"...That's enough."

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

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

The entangled thorns quickly shrank and plunged into Roland's body.

(End of this chapter)