Silver Blade and Rose

"Okay then," the Lord of Hell had no objection to his choice, and was happy to continue sitting here and do nothing, but asked before he left without seeming to mind, "Can you support yourself to fly back from here?" Is it the Sombra Palace?"

Edwin:"……"

Knowing that the other party probably thought of this a long time ago, and deliberately waiting for him to slap him in the face, he restrained himself and walked down the steps he gave: "Then first..."

Before he finished speaking, Edwin's face changed, and he immediately changed his words: "Let me use it first, and take it back after I leave hell."

He suddenly sensed the emotional fluctuations that belonged to Zals, which came from the spell that had been cast on the "Falling Moon" in advance. The silent recitation of his name to Zals for help was just a means of calling him through a contractual relationship. There is also a more intuitive way, which is to directly perceive the violent fluctuations of his emotions through spells like now.

Zals knew what he was going to do with the opportunity of splitting up. If there was no emergency, he probably wouldn't ask him for help at this time.

"I don't accept haggling," said the Lord of Hell slyly.

Edwin didn't bargain with him, but just stood there watching him, and took out the sword that had been retracted.

The Lord of Hell laughed, grabbed his left hand wearing an invisible shackle, and made a small hole in the restriction that restrained his power: "Just kidding, don't be so nervous. The gap will heal itself in about half a day. What are you going to do to hurry up?"

"One last question." Edwin didn't rush to leave after getting what he wanted, "Why am I not impressed by what you said?"

Whether Hurlett was seriously injured, or he added his own soul fragments when forging "Death Star" and "Falling Moon", he didn't know anything about it. Couldn't think of anything.

This is of course very abnormal.

At that time, he was no longer imprisoned in the Sombra Temple. Herlet took him by his side to teach him. He could see each other almost every day, but he had no memory of it.Edwin is pretty sure that he doesn't have selective amnesia, so the only possibility is...

"He asked me for a favor to tamper with your memory during that time." Having said that, there is no need for the Lord of Hell to conceal the details of his past, "He thinks it is for your own good, although I think That's a bit of a one-sided view, but since the deal has been done, it's not too difficult for me to do him a little favor."

Edwin wasn't surprised, he just said, "Can it be changed back?"

"It's been too long, and I'm not sure if revising it will disrupt your correct memory." The Lord of Hell said, "It's okay if you have to revise it again, but this is not within the scope of the agreement between me and Herlett. Guilty, you need to pay the price yourself to exchange with me."

Regarding this answer, Edwin also knew it well, and commented: "You really don't want to suffer at all."

He doesn't intend to change it anymore, as the other party said, the person who modified the memory was not a witness of that past event, and the operation performed was modification rather than cropping. It is very unreliable to change it back again. The memory is likely to be confused when it is changed again, which will cause more trouble.Instead of wasting time negotiating with the other party to complete this change with a low success rate, he is more willing to give up this matter and go to see how Zars is doing.

After making a decision in his heart, Edwin put away his sword again, and greeted the Lord of Hell: "Let's go."

"If you still want to continue this transaction, you are welcome at any time."

The Lord of Hell nodded.

"You first find a way to continue your life, and we will talk about this when we have time."

Edwin stabbed him lukewarmly, spread his wings and flew away from the throne, and gliding towards Unsastre's territory with the huge height difference.

He didn't settle the account with the Lord of Hell for taking Herlet's body, because that was Herlet's own choice.

He also has his own choices, and he will not do what Hellette expects, but will only follow his own ideas with this expectation.

An hour ago, the outer edge of Onsaster's personal territory.

"He's quite grand." Grant sneered, "Compared to the last time I came, this place has become more luxurious."

He used the word "luxury", but it was not an exaggeration in Zars' view, because they were still far away from a forest, and they could already see the luxurious castle in the center.

It's a bit like the one in Disney's animation, not to mention the sparkling special effects, the whole castle is brightly lit, and there are various colorful ribbon debris floating in the air inappropriately, as if some festival celebration has just been held.

Zals and Grant looked at each other and tried to recall, but didn't think of any festival in hell that needed such a big celebration recently.

"When I came last time, the palace still had a few spires less than it does now." Grant is someone who has been there, and he still has the time to introduce it to him. "It didn't turn on so many lights, and now it looks like an inauguration ceremony. Or old man Onsaster's birthday or something..."

He paused as if aware of it, and asked suspiciously, "Is it really his birthday?"

Zales didn't have any means of verification. After all, there is no network signal in Hell, and he couldn't ask the audience outside the venue for help. He could only shrug his shoulders and say, "Who knows."

But no matter what the situation is, now that the territory is so lively, it is a good time for them to take the opportunity to sneak in.This is an indisputable fact.

Onsast's territory is located near the volcano, which is actually not such a peaceful area, and the soil and geological conditions are not suitable for the growth of broad-leaved trees.Compared with the natural plants, the forest in front of them is actually more like a circle of protective nets disguised as green and environmentally friendly. No one knows what is inside, it may be a dog guarding the house, or it may be a needle. deadly poison.

"Okay, you can go." Grant gestured for him to unload the supplies that he was helping to carry on his back. "I have already agreed, and I will walk the rest of the way by myself."

Zals was still looking at the dark forest. Under the contrast of the lights in the castle, the forest looked like a beast with a huge mouth, waiting for the prey to enter its hunting range on its own.He stared at a certain point unconsciously for a while, and then said: "Let me walk with you for a while, at least beyond this forest."

He always felt that this forest gave people a strong sense of uneasiness, and he couldn't explain why, but his intuition was always accurate, and it was always right to be careful.

Grant shook his head: "It's not necessary, you shouldn't have to face the above."

He took the initiative to unload Zals' backpack, put the water and weapons inside into his own bag, and then put the empty backpack on the ground - Zals no longer needed it for the return journey.After completing this simple and heavy handover, he seemed to have finished the journey, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and his whole body came alive: "You go, take the cloak, don't keep thinking about being a good person and accompany me to continue gone."

Zars was not surprised that his thoughts were suddenly exposed by him, but he still had some indescribable emotions in his chest, and blurted out: "I still..."

"They said stop following me!" Grant roared.

Zars, who was interrupted by his roar, had not had time to say anything, he had already calmed down, as if it was someone else who had just erupted suddenly.

"Go back, I don't need your company." He whispered, "Don't pity me anymore, I'm much better than you, I have things to do, I don't need you, a fledgling novice, to pity me and take care of me , leading me forward like a toddler.

"I don't need it, and I don't deserve it for you, understand."

Zals subconsciously said, "I didn't mean that—"

"I know," Grant interrupted him again, "you are as kind and selfless as the protagonist, I'm just a dead man crawling out of hell and coming back again, you see I'm so worried, I want to help me again and again Put—but have you thought about it? Even if I fail to go through the road ahead and just die like this, I don’t need you to help me.”

Seeing that he was pouring out the negative emotions he had accumulated all this time, Zals's lips twitched, but he decided not to speak.

"Because my father was taken away, I lost everything, and I have only lived for this all these years. This road is for me to walk, no matter whether it is life or death, I don't need you to bear it for me in the end. Understand? Novice." Grant smiled self-deprecatingly, and inserted the dagger into his boot, "Go back, I don't need your help, and thank Edwin for me, he is willing to let you go Take me in, I'm as good a man as you are."