quicksilver blood

Chapter 436 The Hope of Deviation

After finally saying goodbye to the old woman who was muttering some vague words, the three of Roland left the old woman's house and prepared to continue to Bansa.

But as soon as he stepped out of the gate, joy that was almost visible echoed in the air.

"It really doesn't hurt anymore! It doesn't hurt at all!"

"Really! I feel strong again!"

"Hey, do you smell it? The wind smells so good!"

"Look! The bloodstains on these walls are gone!"

The patients who were huddled in the corner waiting to die the night before came back to life overnight. They gathered together, pinched the bloodstained places on their bodies, and shared their lives with their life and death partners almost in ecstasy. joy.

Lilia immediately realized that Roland's magic not only drove away the plague, but also saved those who were almost dead.

Lilia remembered how seriously ill these people were yesterday.His internal organs were rotting, his belly fluctuated like a balloon filled with water, his flesh was dry, lost its luster and elasticity, and his body began to emit the stench of corpses even before he closed his eyes.

But now, they are standing with flushed faces, and their muscles have swelled up again. Except for the fallen hair that has not grown back, even the color of their skin has returned to the state before the disease.

Amidst the energetic voices of these former corpse reserves, some residents who were almost desperate and emaciated simply opened their windows.Seeing the powerful notes on those patients, they were so surprised that they couldn't even speak.

These regained strength patients laughed and shouted upstairs: "Come down!"

"Come out! It's all right!"

"The bloodstains on the wall are gone! The bloodstains on the tree are gone! It's really over!"

"The plague is over!"

Little by little, ecstatic confusion began to spread.

"Is the plague over?" "Is it really over?"

Someone had such a question.Many of them burst into tears at the affirmation of the living evidence.Some people howled and cried hysterically, some fell powerlessly to the ground, and some hugged each other and wept.

Doors open.Come out alone.Some people knelt on the ground tremblingly and kissed the ground, some people prayed to something randomly, and some people hugged the patients and cried loudly.

Almost more than half of the people were crying.Half of the remaining half were unable to cry.But even so, ecstasy and joy still filled the whole town.

The scene in front of her gave Lilia a strong sense of shock.

What is salvation, what is hell.Compared with yesterday, the earth-shaking changes that took place in just one night taught Lilia a very profound lesson.

That is "what is the use of power", and "how should power be used".

But even so, Lilia was still full of doubts.

"Brother Roland... Look at them so happy, as if they were saved... Will they really become so vicious in the future?"

Facing Lilia's question, Roland just smiled: "What do you think, Lilia?"

"I think it's like a cold. They have antibodies against the disaster, so they should be able to adapt next time." Lilia replied solemnly.

Roland shook his head, denying Lilia's point of view: "No, it's impossible. It's impossible for people to adapt to disasters."

"but……"

"Look at their eyes, Lilia," Roland said flatly, "You should be able to see them more clearly than me."

Under Roland's guidance, Lilia turned her head and turned her attention to the eyes of those who had just been saved.

Because many people were crying, only a few people's eyes Lilia could see.

For a moment, she couldn't help but feel a little chill in her heart.

Even after being rescued, there was no immediate hope in their eyes.Although most of the despair has been eliminated, the lifeless gloom and strong doubts still remain in their eyes.

The plague has changed them forever, both in life and character.

Roland didn't look back, but walked straight out of the town.

Almost everyone saw Roland, but their eyes stopped for a moment before moving away.Lilia saw a very obvious disgust and alienation in their eyes.

"Wait, wait for me, Brother Roland..."

Lilia hurriedly chased after her.Gaharad followed Lilia at a leisurely pace.

"People cannot be saved, Miss Lilia."

The young knight sighed like an old man: "They only want more. Humans are not elves, goblins, or dragons. There is original sin in their blood, and greed and sloth are always in their nature. .”

"Because... the Twilight Seed?"

"perhaps."

Gahalad replied ambiguously: "If you know how fragile and strong a human being is, you know that it is impossible for them to adapt to disasters."

"Disaster is a knife. Even if the knife does not kill them at the time, it will leave long ugly scars, leaving them with residual pain and the smell of cold metal. It is impossible for people to adapt to disasters... The word "adapt" really seems to be too strong."

"Numb. That's the word."

Roland suddenly answered.

Gahalad nodded: "Absolutely. Many people think they are used to disasters and misfortunes, but in fact not many people have really seen through everything. What they are used to is just their own pain."

"Disasters bring pain. Most people are used to pain, numb to pain, and think they have nothing to fear... Oh, what an arrogant and ignorant idea."

The young knight smiled self-deprecatingly.

"I want to correct you about one thing, Lilia."

Roland suddenly turned around and looked at Lilia seriously.

What puzzled Lilia was that his eyes at the moment were not as calm as his tone.A complex emotion of anger, sadness, nostalgia, and joy emerged in his seemingly indifferent silver-gray pupils.

If Lilia hadn't had the ability to see through illusions, she wouldn't have been able to see this.

Roland's abnormality cheered up Lilia.

Sure enough, Roland then said words that were difficult to understand but seemed meaningful: "Lilia, you must never wish to save anything for the sake of others... that will only lead you to death."

"Others' wishes?"

"That's right. You can be a judge or a redeemer, but no matter what, don't always act according to the wishes of others... Although you can also get the pleasure of saving others from it, it is actually true for yourself. Carrying a burden that cannot be thrown away."

"Once you start acting like this, you can't stop. Those people will stalk you like nasty flies, tied to you with a banner of morality and a superficial 'friendship' with you, Force you to save something. Even though they didn't use force, it was more violent."

"If you act only for the wishes of others, you can only become a wishing machine, not a person—"

Roland's mood became more and more agitated. Even Gahalad could see that Roland was abnormal, let alone Lilia.

Taking a short breath, Roland calmed down slowly: "...Sorry, I got agitated."

"What happened? Brother Roland?"

"Nothing. It's over."

Roland said contradictory words and led Lilia and Gaharad out of the central area of ​​Ram and into no man's land.

Suddenly, Lilia realized a detail.

Those who are healthy ... seem to be far fewer than the dying patients last night.

Faced with Lilia's question, Roland's reaction was dull: "Because they gave up."

"……give up?"

"That's right. All the corpses of the dead were treated as plague and purified. I got the plan to dispel the plague at one o'clock in the morning, and it was three o'clock after the ceremony. And those people... they could have persisted. Until dawn. But some people think, 'Oh, it's better to just die', so they give up early and end their own lives... Oh, if you don't save yourself, how can others save you? You save others and then suffer. Complain?"

Roland's words were low: "I ended my life because of my pain... What about those relatives and friends who miss them?"

He also said not to act according to the expectations of others, and said that he should call for help in time. Roland's words seemed contradictory, but they were not contradictory—Lilia finally understood.

Roland must be missing someone, remembering someone.

Although she had never seen it before, Lilia thought that he must be a very gentle and correct person.

A person with warmth in his smile.

(End of this chapter)