Twilight War

05

The huge Holy Sound Horn was driving in the vast sea area, and the sound of its whistle echoed in the mist.

Zichen was tied to the chair, with his hands behind the back of the chair.

After waiting for a long time, the door was slowly opened. Wihipel hung the white military coat on the hanger, and then cut the rope tied around Zichen's wrist.

"What are you doing here?" Vichypel asked.

"That girl, in that town she tried to save us. She didn't lose her consciousness, she didn't become a loser."

Zichen looked down at Wisipel, who was half kneeling in front of him, rubbing the bruise on his wrist and said.

"As long as they are ring slaves, they will eventually become losers. When they become losers, they will completely lose their minds. That will only make it more painful."

"So you just killed them?" Zichen interrupted Wihipel, "Because they will turn into monsters in the end, do they have to die?"

"Yes." Vehipel said.

"Then why such a cruel method?" Zichen asked, "Why not be more straightforward, at least don't let them die so painfully."

"I need their souls," Vihipel said, "If you want to enter the kingdom of the dead, you must sacrifice your soul."

"So you chose to quit the slave, because he will eventually become a monster."

"Not all." Wihipel said, "The kingdom of the dead only accepts the souls with deep anger, and the moment when the ring slaves choose to hand over their souls to the Ring of Nibelungen, they are at their most hostile. From then on, their souls will be burdened with sin and hostility forever."

Zichen sat on the chair and thought for a long time, "So they have to die for other people?"

"Sometimes in this world, if you want some people to live, you have to sacrifice other people." Wischpel said, "Even, the other part of the people did nothing wrong."

"But that girl..."

Zichen wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say for a moment.

If this is an account, it is actually easy to settle.

Change the world with a girl and a group of men who have no sense.

But he is not a businessman, he has no way to settle everything like a plan.

He thought of the girl's white skirt, of the girl standing at the edge of the forest to let them go.

He thought of the moving fog in the forest and the men who were dully felling the trees.

"That's the truth most of the time," Wischpel said. "You have to make trade-offs."

Wihipel stood up and walked to the door, "Maybe you are not suitable to stay in the Knights Templar anymore, you can submit your resignation letter to Will when you go back."

The door is closed.

The wind from the sea was blowing coldly from the deck, and Zichen kept hugging his knees. The cold seemed not to come from the deck, but from the bottom of his heart.

Because he knew what Wischpel said was right.

There are always some people in this world who are going to be abandoned.

For the bigger picture, for other people.

He suddenly remembered the game of grabbing stools he played with other seniors when he was a child. Every time there was one less stool than people, so every time one person had no place for himself.

And he would be the first without a stool every time.

So he could only stare blankly at the others continuing to play the game, as if the noise had nothing to do with him.

He could only stand there looking at the sky above the Mochen Temple, watching the leaves fall on the pond.

The position in this world is the same, there are always some people who will be abandoned.

There are so many things in the world, such as wars, diseases, and disasters, one of which is because we did something wrong.It's just that we were unlucky enough to be the one who was abandoned.

Zichen thought again of the crew member who was abandoned in Yemengard's illusion.

The crew that was abandoned on the island.

In that illusion supported by his thoughts, everything is hideous and terrifying, dark and lonely.

But that crew member is just an ordinary person, neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin.

Just an outcast.

He seemed to understand why he hesitated so much when he killed the crew member.

It must be because I think of myself, the self who is always abandoned.

The huge holy horn was driving in the dark night, and the boy sat alone on the chair, wrapping his arms around his knees.

He seems to have returned to the Mochen Temple many years ago. He has no place of his own and can only stand stupidly in the corner, like a fish sleeping alone on the cold seabed.

06

Until returning to the Hall of Valor, Zichen didn't see Vehipel again.

This time I have been absent from class for several days without reason, and I am afraid that I will be deducted a lot of points.

When he returned to the dormitory, he found that he had forgotten to take the key. Zichen could only lean on the door and wait for Dai Wen to come back.

The wind in the corridor is a bit cold.

With nothing to do, Zichen took out a coin and flipped it on the back of his finger to play.

He had always been alone before, so he knew how to pass the time when he was alone.

In fact, even if he doesn't do anything, he can think about things for a long time.

Because he is a bit stupid, he needs to think for a long time about things that others can easily understand, so he spends a lot more time thinking about things than others.

And he can think about everything, like the clouds in the sky, and the birds flying by.

Sometimes he would even ask the smiling Buddha in the Buddhist hall of Weichen Temple if it would rain tomorrow, but the Buddha never told him.

After turning the coin on the back of his finger countless times, Devon finally came back.

Seeing Zichen leaning against the door, Dai Wen knew that Zichen must have forgotten to bring the key again.

"During the mechanical class, you either forgot to bring your textbooks or tools, and you forgot to bring your keys when you returned to the dormitory." Devon looked at Zichen with hatred and opened the door.

"At least I still remember to have a brain." Zichen defended in a low voice unwillingly.

"Zichen." Dai Wen looked back at Zichen helplessly and sadly, "Don't imagine that you have that thing, okay?"

After Daiwen opened the door, Zichen found a pen and paper, thinking about writing the resignation letter to Weier.

But when he picked up the pen, it seemed as if there were thousands of ants crawling around wantonly in his heart.

He always felt that if he handed his resignation to Will, a door would close in front of him.

That door leads to the Golden Palace, to His Royal Highness.

So he sat at the desk all afternoon with a blank sheet of paper in front of him.

Devon didn't feel the entanglement of his dear roommate at all, he looked excited, and his whole body exuded an aura of lovesickness to death.

"Hey, Zichen has your letter. It should be from the Academic Affairs Office of the Hall of Valor, and it was sent from Verna." Verna handed a stack of letters to Zichen with a look of joy.

"Hey, did you pick up the money or something? You're smiling so... obscene|cheesy." Zichen frowned and asked Dai Wen, who was smiling obscenely.

"I'm telling you, your brother is going to have the first confession in his life!" Devon said, looking at Zichen seriously.

Sure enough, this guy also planned to fight hard before the ball of the gods, striving to be a young boy dancing in the hall of mirrors of the gods, and get rid of his 16-year bachelor fate.

"Which girl is so unlucky?" Zichen asked.

This usually wretched and thick-skinned guy actually started to say with a twisted face, "Guess..."

"You're not a fucking big girl. I have nothing to guess. There is no prize for guessing right. If you don't guess, just say it!" Zichen looked impatient.

"It's just... Teacher Sylvia, you know. The first time I saw her, I thought I had met my first love."

Zichen patted Devon's shoulder with a heavy face, "I think we can already celebrate your broken love."

"Don't be so mistrustful brother!" Devon cried bitterly, "I know it's not reliable, but I still want to try it!"

"Aren't you afraid of being beaten to death by Vile?"

"Afraid! So I have prepared the chain mail." Weil said with a face full of tears.

"Remember, don't say that this matter has anything to do with me when the time comes, I still want to live in front of Weier for a few more years!"

"Don't worry, I will definitely not frame you. If you die, what will your girlfriend do, right? Brother, you have to think about the happiness of your siblings for the rest of their lives!"

Devon patted Zichen's shoulder with a face of loyalty. For a person like him, such an expression of loyalty is really rare, "By the way, can I see my dear siblings at this dance, I'm Haven't seen her yet!"

Zichen smiled and took Devon's hand off his shoulder, "Let's talk."

"Okay! I'm going to confess now! Brother, wait for me!" Dai Wen patted Zichen on the back, almost vomiting blood.

Zichen looked at me helplessly, "If you still come back at night, I will collect your body."

After Devon left, Zichen suddenly felt that the whole dormitory was a bit empty. He picked up the stack of letters that Will threw to him, and opened them one by one.

Dear Mr. Zichen:

Recently, because you have been injured many times, considering your health problems, you are temporarily removed from the Templars.If in doubt, please consult the Knights Templar Master Ville.

— Your Loyal Templar Firm

Zichen twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled, thinking it was a good reason, why didn't he think of it.

He threw the letter on the bed and opened another.

Dear Mr. Zichen:

Your Templar crest has expired, please hand it in in time, but the Mithril card will still be reserved for you.If in doubt, consult the Templar secretary Siwen.

— Your Loyal Templar Firm

Zichen opened letters one by one, and every time he opened one, he was relieved of one of his duties and privileges.In the end, he didn't take it apart, and fell on the bed.

Unopened, unopened letters were scattered on the bed beneath him.

He didn't go to close the door, but the door closed in front of him.