Can the sadness that magic cannot take away be offset by love?

"Identity: Pharmacist

Bright card: Before all other identity cards act each night, you can designate one person to feed the antidote to avoid all night damage, or choose to resurrect an eliminated candidate. Antidote and resurrection skills cannot be used on the same night.

Dark card: The sage told you that the undercover killed the mortals. You felt unfair for the mortals, so you killed the undercover and determined to resurrect the mortals.

Victory Condition: Mortal Life"

The bright card is the content of his identity card that is displayed on the surface and is known to all candidates, while the contents of the hidden card and victory conditions are hidden from other candidates and are known only to himself.

In fact, when the idea of ​​simply serving his own bad taste came up, he was so excited that he did not seriously think that he would turn himself into a stepping stone for others just for this random idea.

But while he was sighing, he remembered that from the moment he got the Medicine Master card, he was already the Mortal Card's stepping stone to victory.

He is a destined victim. No matter how many accidents occur and how many strange ideas he comes up with, he will eventually reach this ending——

Sacrifice everything to pave the way for her.

This was an experience he had never had before, as a direct son of a clan, naturally arrogant, and far removed from mediocre people. So much so that on this night when the dust settled, he actually lost sleep.

After all, he is not a real pharmacist. There is no way for him to willingly give his all for someone without expecting anything in return. His surname does not allow him to despise the overall situation under any circumstances——

He was not born to be a medicine man who stabbed undercover agents with a sword and avenged mortals.

Because the pharmacist's sacrifice is also an objective loss to the overall situation, because more people still need the pharmacist's antidote, the pharmacist cannot be allowed to break through the bottom line and deliver everything for just a nameless mortal.

The pharmacist in the story is blind, ignorant, and unable to see clearly the person's mask. He allows his sincerity and justice to be used by people with evil intentions. His paranoid mind elevates ideal justice above rules and order, and his reckless and impulsive behavior leads to the failure of the medicine man. He laid the foundation for his own death.

Such a stupid, naive, reckless person, whose spiritual ideals are higher than real interests, and who causes losses to the overall situation for no reason, cannot be Lucius Ramirez.

Before the obituary came in the early morning, he wrote a long sentence:

It is difficult to see the human heart with eyes embedded in the body, unable to see justice from the wrong body of sin, holding a tilted scale while crushing order, and a black coffin lies in front of half a lifetime of ignorance.

He folded the white paper with this sentence written on it, lit the candlestick with his fingers, placed the white paper on top of the candlestick, and watched the flames curl up from the edges until it burned out.

*

On the last day during the day, Leyland and Aecilia met again. Leyland's expression looked indifferent and casual, and he took the initiative to say hello to her politely:

"Good morning, Miss Green."

"Good morning, Mr. Ryland."

Aecilia tucked her loose hair behind her ears and responded with a smile.

"Congratulations, you're about to win."

Aecilia held the hot milk on the table with both hands, her lips opening and closing behind the glass.

Leland, who was sitting opposite him, just smiled lightly and said:

"hope so."

Neither of them had anything to do today. After eating breakfast, Aecilia thought that it might be the last time she saw this copy, so she wandered around the abandoned manor alone.

She had no leisure before, and until now, she could notice every small and sharp thorn on every branch in the sea of ​​roses she had passed through in a hurry;

Or the murals painted on the walls of the church can form a complete story of the war between gods. The so-called "crystal staff" is the rib closest to the heart left by the dead god;

She should also be able to think of how many people's hard sweat dripped next to the deep footprints on the ground of the mill; how many refreshing fragrances floated in the preparation equipment of the perfume factory.

The so-called mortals are meant to bear ordinary responsibilities in the ordinary world, live an ordinary life and think about ordinary flowers and plants, and then look for the glimmer of extraordinary light in all the ordinary.

The world easily defines ordinary, but they never expected that ordinary people would one day be overthrown by mediocre people.

On the last day of the dungeon, the final voting result was 1:1.5. She eliminated the undercover agent with an advantage of votes and won the final victory.

"You can take it with you as a souvenir of this exam."

The invigilator said this as he watched her re-read her ID badge.

"Identity: Mortal

Bright card: You can't be killed by undercover agents and wizards, you can only be eliminated by a group vote.

Dark card: You agreed to conspire with the wizard and the sage for money, pretending to be a corpse to frame the undercover, but you were actually killed by the wizard who had already discussed with the sage and decided to silence you, and you became a ghost. The undercover hates you, the sage is afraid of you, you hate the wizard who killed you with his own hands and the sage who deceived you early on, and you even hate the pharmacist who killed the wrong person and fulfilled his enemy and was unable to avenge you. Your body was transported to the undercover's bedroom. When your soul was wandering, you witnessed the pharmacist listening to the sage's words and killing the undercover. Together with the sage, you secretly moved the undercover's body to the manor.

[Each of your votes is counted as 1.5 votes, and you can choose to abstain]

Victory conditions: Survive, and the other four die. "

Aecilia Green turned the identity card to the other side and stared at the young man with simple clothes and mediocre face. Then she raised her head and smiled at the invigilator:

“It’s a really nice souvenir.”

It's also a very good ending.

She took out a scrap of old events and asked:

"Can this also be used as a souvenir?"

Above the light and shadow card that was gently shaken by her hand, "Act Seven" was written, and a picture appeared on it:

The mortal ghost, whose lower body had turned into a shadow, watched the pharmacist holding the antidote bottle in his left hand kill the most innocent undercover agent, his blurred face distorted like crazy.

If carrying a jade is a sin, then how about taking revenge for a wrong?

When you are deeply evil, any reason can become an excuse to indulge your inner sin.

When hatred is enough to cover up the sky and the sun, innocent plants and trees will also die due to the loss of sunlight.

"The greed for money leads to death, and the hatred is twisted."

Ecilia smiled and summed up the life of a mortal.

036 shook his head and said:

"The "Twelve Acts" are the core of the dungeon and cannot be taken away from the dungeon. If you like these fragments, you can find the same pictures in the test records of Zhiwang, or you can customize light and shadow cards with the same look and feel. "

Aecilia nodded, then looked up at the sky.

It was already the time when the sunset glowed in the sky, and large tracts of golden sunset covered every corner of the world in front of her. Even Aecilia's face was reflected in the gleaming light.

"The copy is about to break."

She saw increasingly dense cracks appearing in her field of vision.

"This is the end of all copies that can run smoothly to the end. The core data of the copy is always in the hands of the developer. As long as the data is there, countless copies of the same copy can be made."