quicksilver blood

Chapter 497 What people pray for

Kakarit noticed the little boy's pupils immediately.

What flickered in it was undoubtedly the silver-gray light only after receiving the teacher's blessing.

So, under the mask, Kakarit's indifferent eyes suddenly warmed up.

He squatted down, reached out and touched the little boy's head, and replied in a warm voice: "Yes, we are the death crow. The apostle of the mentor, the usher of the eternal sleep—"

"Where are you going?"

The little boy raised his face and asked ignorantly.

"We're going to meet His Majesty Roland...or, we're going to revive this country," Kakarit replied earnestly, "We're going to remind them of their old glory."

But after Kakarit said these words, he suddenly realized that he was speaking of glory to a child in his early ten years old.Immediately, he felt a feeling of dumbfounding.

"I'm not young anymore!"

With a puffed face, the little boy pressed Kakarit's hand stroking his forehead, and said angrily with his eyes wide open, "Don't treat me like a child! I also know what you are going to do!"

"Oh? Then tell me. We're leaving."

Kakarit gently rubbed his head, then stood up, tilted his head and said helplessly: "We still have our mission...we must fight, fight until we die."

After all, Kakarit smiled again, and then the expression on his face gradually turned cold.

He turned his head, ready to continue west.

"Take us—"

But at this moment, the little boy shouted from behind: "We are also disciples of our mentor!"

Kakarit's footsteps faltered.

"Are you serious? Do you know what we're going to do? Do you know how risky this trip is?"

At this time, although Kakarit still answered in a good voice, his tone was a little impatient.

However, what the little boy said next made him stunned: "Isn't it just to kill those priests! I can do it too! We can all do it!"

"...Leaving aside whether you are capable or not," Kakarit turned his head seriously, "but who told you this news?"

"It's Lord Xila."

A majestic and deep voice sounded beside Kakarit.Even if Kakarit didn't turn his head to look, he could hear the majesty and courage hidden in the voice.

Kakarit turned his head and found that standing behind him was a strong blond man with a serious and mighty face like a lion.

He saw that the man's eyes were shining with silver-gray light.But he clearly distinguished it, and the radiance was different from himself and this little boy—it was a pulsating ray that was as intense as a flame.

—Another martyr.

Thinking of Joseph and Tradal, Kakarit couldn't help feeling a little depressed.

Coincidentally, Kacarit happened to be there when the two martyrs died.Therefore, he now has some psychological shadows about the profession of martyr.

Only the best and most pious can be martyrs.Their beliefs must be unshakeable and unshakable, and at the same time have a passion that is so hot that it almost flows.

It is precisely because of their excellence that when they die, people will mourn them and commemorate them.Imagine what the world would be like if they were still alive; imagine what kind of misfortune the world would have without them; imagine how much you can do if you become them.

This is the hero.

They are born heroes.

Facing a martyr, even Kakarit, as the appointed cardinal, couldn't help but soften his tone a lot: "Sira? What did he say to you?"

"Master Xila said—he said that we will expel the gods from this land, and let the light of mankind shine on the earth again. He also said that this era is our era, and this world is our world, We are the lords of the world, not those high gods—”

The man as mighty as a lion said excitedly.

"...Well, it really is a speech in his style."

Kakarit shrugged.

Since Xi La didn't say that he slipped his mouth, but deliberately made this effect, then he must have made arrangements, so he doesn't need to worry about him.

Unlike Kakarit, who was promoted to this position by Roland, Xila is the one who truly climbed to the position of Cardinal step by step.In this matter, Kakarit did not question Xila's decision.

But after that, Kakarit became somewhat interested in this lion-like man.

This person does not seem to be short-lived, maybe he can live long enough to become a coffin-bearer.

"Warrior, what's your name?"

"My name is Caesar."

The man with fluttering blond hair replied seriously: "Caesar Tiamat."

"Tiamat..."

Kakarit repeated his last name softly, frowning slightly.

"Is it that Tiamat?"

"It's that Tiamat."

Caesar sighed and nodded: "The only son of Tiamat."

"But it doesn't matter, let your cousin come to me, I want to see who is more favored... From now on, you follow me and be my knight-I will find a chance to recommend you To His Majesty."

Kakarit said firmly.

Saying so, he raised his left hand to signal him: "Although I haven't got my power ring yet... But after I get the ring, I will accept your oath."

"My lord, I don't know you..."

"My name is Kakarit. Kakarit Narora."

"Lord Kakarit, I assure you that what Little Bobby said just now is all serious."

Caesar replied earnestly: "Please take us with you. We are also disciples of the mentor, and we can also... contribute our own strength."

"You are different from us! Caesar!"

Kakarit finally couldn't help it, and sipped softly: "We are not attacking those priests, nor are we planning to burn and smash their temples and icons! We are going to remove their pope's crown and make them broke their scepter, pulled their gods to the ground and killed them—we are the birds of omen, we are the enemies of the gods! And you are all their former believers... We are different."

"It's no different, Lord Kakarit."

Caesar said calmly: "You must not know what kind of slogan Lord Xila yelled when he called us."

"He said, 'Look, you who don't believe in the gods! Look here, the outcasts, the cursed, the hated!'... Lord Kakarit, we don't need gods long ago."

As he said this, his eyelids drooped slightly: "Our crops can already be cultivated by ourselves, craftsmen no longer need the revelation of gods, and wise men can teach the next generation of children only with the knowledge of ancient books. In addition, we And it's been a long time since there were wars and catastrophes—if it wasn't for those nasty Lord Gods."

"Killing for money, killing for belief, killing for fun... Today, our country has been occupied by these three kinds of murderers. What else can the gods bring us? No, they only take, just as the Ripe fruit trees are generally harvested wantonly, and no longer need to be cultivated carefully."

"Master Kakarit, we don't need gods anymore."

The lion-like man said solemnly: "What we pray for... is freedom."

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