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Chapter 249 The Masked Man (Flying Wings End)
If the Morgana just now showed relief and maturity, then the Morgana in this episode is the real "masked person".

Morgana may be relieved hundreds of years later, but what kind of life has she lived in these hundreds of years?

As soon as it came up, it was a dense jungle. A young man and an old woman were walking in the forest.

The boy was called Lin, and his big toe tripped over a tree root, almost losing his balance and falling.

A few steps ahead, the old woman Periya turned her head and looked at Lin with a smile.

"Do you need my old bone to walk slowly and wait for you? Huh?"

Lin stared at his feet and stabilized his figure, "No need."

A section of introduction appeared, "Lin's aunt."

Periya had snow-white hair and was so old that she couldn't straighten her waist, but she was still several inches taller than Lin.

The pine trees are closer together, and the midday sun can only leave a few light spots between the shadows of the trees. This forest is still too dense for the young Lin.

Periya stopped in front. At first, he thought she was facing a moss-covered boulder, but when he got closer, he saw a mottled stone statue.

Lin's hand was in his pocket, and he was rolling a small stone.

"Aha! Do you know who this is?" Perya asked.

Lin hesitated, "Uh, an old noble in the city?"

"wrong!"

Periya said with some excitement, "Many people thought she was just a shadow and a myth, and this person was called the 'Masked One'."

Perya raised the lantern and got close to the statue to see its true face. Its left arm was broken at the shoulder, but its right hand was intact. It lay flat, as if inviting them to come forward.

On her head was a dark veil of cane and moss.

A pair of feathered stumps protruded from her shoulders, looking dilapidated.

A part of her face was deliberately destroyed, revealing the grayish white stone inside, Lin couldn't help shivering when she saw this.

The remaining half of her face was not beautiful either, with one eye full of mud and disgust.

"Don't you like her?"

Periya chuckled and looked at Lin, "You're not the only one who thinks so, heh! She's not the most beloved, but she knows revenge like the back of her hand."

Lin's eyes widened.He thought he was careful enough.

Perya said, "Yes, yes, I heard the stones rattle in your pocket."

"I know you're planning to get revenge on your brother. But he didn't mean to hurt you, and you know it."

Lin cried and said, "He hit me in the eye with the back of the ax! Do you think he did it on purpose? Shouldn't he be taught a lesson?"

"He's teaching you where to chop wood. You know very well that he would never intentionally hurt you."

"He should have a black eye too!"

"If you hit him, what do you think he'll learn, huh?"

Lin knew that Periya would not like his answer, so he kept silent.

Periya thought for a while, "Don't speak? Then listen to a story,"

"Here, listen carefully!"

Lin sat down in front of the statue. He sighed and leaned his head on his palms.

The picture also began to change, and Periya's voice was vicissitudes, "A long time ago, there was a deep, dark forest, the trees in the forest were so dense that you couldn't even see the sky and the stars in the sky, and the masked people lived there far away from anyone. Towns and villages. Though she is seldom spoken to, she is believed to be older than the Dawn, and wiser and wiser than any man on the land. When people have a dispute beyond reconciliation, they turn to her for an explanation. They Seeking wisdom, forgiveness—and occasionally punishment in return. But their visits were all discreet, because it was known that her lessons could be serious."

"One day, a priest led his apprentice into the woods to find the masked man. Because the apprentice hit the priest with a censer in anger, committing the sin of disrespect to the elders. The incense burns on the priest's face Left with unsightly burns. The apprentice knew he had made a mistake and wanted to repent."

The master and apprentice walked for a day and a night, through countless jungles, and then found the masked man.

They entered a cave lit with many candles, with water dripping from the ceiling, strange potions on the walls, and dozens of raven-like black feathers scattered on the ground.

A figure came out of the darkness silently. It was a masked person. A black turban covered most of her face, but her weird eyes shone purple through the veil.

A pair of bare feet stepped on the cold rocky ground.

After the two saw the masked man, their expressions changed, and then returned to normal. The apprentice stepped forward and told his story. She was staring at him from beginning to end.

After listening to the other party's narration, the masked man answered his words, a very ordinary female voice, "It seems that your actions were not accidental, and your purpose is very clear. However, now you feel pain because you have hurt the teacher. "

The apprentice nodded, "Yes, I hope to make up for my mistakes and cleanse myself of my sins."

"Sin teaches much to a sincere and humble heart. Why did you attack your teacher?"

"That was an act of anger. I was wrong."

The masked man glanced at the pastor, then at the apprentice, "Perhaps, what makes you angry?"

The apprentice looked at the priest, then immediately lowered his head.

"I'm so stupid and I want to stop him from teaching another student."

"What kind of lesson?"

Before the apprentice could answer, the pastor interrupted.

"My students need guidance in many ways, and I teach them manners, patience, and restraint. When necessary, I use the whip. I don't enjoy punishing others—but it is my sacred duty."

The masked person looked sideways at the pastor. Under the headscarf, her eyes were dull, but it made the pastor who looked up at her feel a little jump in his heart and take half a step back.

The masked man was silent for two seconds, the pastor's Adam's apple rolled, and the calm female voice sounded again, "But you are indeed enjoying it."

The pastor looked at the apprentices beside him uncomfortably, he didn't want to talk about this matter any more, "Please."

The masked man's hands were already behind his back, and the corners of his mouth were slightly curved under the veil, "Tell me, Master with scars, are your lessons really for the students? Or are you punishing me?" Are they to taste their pain?"

"No!"

The apprentice spoke first, forced a smile, shook his head and said, "That's not the case, he cares about us—"

The pastor raised his hand and slapped the boy, "It's not your turn to defend me with lies!"

The vicar's expression was fierce, his scarred face blazing with rage.

When the masked man saw this, she nodded secretly, spread her palms, and directly imprisoned the priest with dark flames.

The flames shone with a ghostly purple light, but no matter how hard the priest struggled, he could not break free. A horrified expression appeared on the priest's face, and the apprentice also took two steps back.

"You come to me to punish others, but you ignore your own sins. Pastor, your pathological pride infects you time and time again, and it becomes more and more swollen. Since you refuse to reflect on yourself, you have to feel the pain you have caused."

By the chains that bound him, the Masked One made him suffer all the shame, pain, and loneliness he inflicted on his apprentices.

He fell to his knees, frozen in pain and unable to move, letting the shadowy fire lick his flesh.

"Stop, please stop!"

"Punish me if you want," cried the apprentice. "He has suffered enough!"

"Even now, you're defending him."

The masked man sighed, "The vile man has so much to learn until he dies. He must personally feel the pain he has caused in order to never hurt another again. You came here to learn - now this The burden will be on you."

Periya's voice sounded again, "The apprentice did not show up in the monastery for a long time afterwards."

The apprentice hid in the jungle and did not dare to return to the monastery, "but in the end he was overwhelmed by hunger and fatigue, and forgot the fear brought by the teacher's whip. When he returned, he found that the pastor had completely changed. The once The brutal and ruthless old man has become patient and considerate now. Although the burns on his face have not healed yet, the lesson of the masked man is even more unforgettable, and the black flames burned his soul."

Periya placed the lantern on the base of the statue. The wrinkles on her old face were like cracks in the rock. Now, they were hidden in the shadows, and the mottled shadows were flowing on her coat like tears.

"Lin, you must be very careful when making a wish to punish others. Will the lessons you give make your brother a better person? Even if he hit you on purpose, you shouldn't punish him for selfish purposes he."

Lin touched the pebbles in his pocket, "I think my brother did apologize after I hurt my eye and fell to the ground."

After saying this, he reluctantly threw the stone to the ground.

"Great! Let's thank the masked ones." Periya nodded in relief. She turned on the lantern and blew out the candles.

"Remember - vengeance is pride, but teaching is selflessness."

She looked at Lin, then at the dilapidated statue, "If you forget, I will keep an eye on you! Ha! And the masked man may be staring at you too!"

Lin saw the blue smoke curling up and spreading after the candle flame was extinguished, and disappeared in front of the empty stone statue, covering the stone statue in shadow.

In the dark jungle, a gust of cool wind hit Lin's face, and he came back to his senses.

When he looked back, Periya had already entered the woods and started walking back towards the village.

Lin quickly followed.
(End of this chapter)