Strange Voyage: Summoning the Fourth Disaster

Time passes by.

Beyond the campfire, darkness remained.

Blackface seemed to be the one with the worst alcohol tolerance. He started talking nonsense and opened his heart to Claymore, telling him the reason for his frustration.

"...Hiccup... I'm not afraid of you laughing at me... When I just woke up and met the witch... the words of that woman made me... made me think... that I was the guy who was destined to save the world... Hiccup..."

"...I explored very hard... fought desperately... fought hard...I always came back victorious...I had a firm belief...I would never waver..."

"Resurrection after death... makes me feel magical..."

"I thought at that time...the burden of saving the world...was on me alone..."

The black-faced man staggered and shook his head at the two of them.

"cocoa……"

"But in fact... that's just my childish imagination..."

"I met other firewood gatherers... They are all better than me..."

"The fighting skills that I can't learn... they can learn them at a glance... the things that I can't do... they can do better..."

"Even the resurrection that seemed to be blessed by fate... was shared by everyone..."

Heimian smiled bitterly.

"I'm not special... I'm not the protagonist... I'm not the person of destiny..."

"Not even an ordinary guy..."

"Death will not bring any changes to the world..."

"Those words that woman said... were just to make me die..."

Having said that, Heimian suddenly snorted coldly and took another big gulp of wine.

"But... this is fine!"

"The sky is falling... the tall ones should hold it up first! Who cares if it's dark or not, or if it's on fire or not!"

"You want me to go... to die? No way!"

"I... just get by... and do my best..."

"Ordinary... people..."

"vomit--"

Having said that, Heimian suddenly turned his head and started vomiting violently.

After vomiting, he fell into his own vomit with a thud and fell into a deep sleep.

Claymore: “…”

Although his head was a little dizzy, it was not to the point of being black-faced.

"So... this is why he was frustrated?"

Claymore looked at the horns nearby.

“This is not a small blow.” Niu Jiao shook his head: “Many firewood collectors left the Fire Temple because of this.”

"In comparison, it is abnormal for a firewood collector like you to realize that he has been deceived but still maintain his faith."

"Besides..."

Claymore heard this but did not refute.

Wasn't that why he became suspicious of the bonfire and moved closer to the candlelight?

"What about you?"

Claymore looked at the horns.

"I?"

"That depends on what you're asking."

Niu Jiao laughed in a low voice.

"If you mean why I am still staying in the Fire Temple, the answer is very simple - I need the information here."

Having said that, he stopped smiling and looked calmly at the sea outside.

"When I woke up, there was no witch by the campfire."

"It was a free fire in the darkness that taught me to fight and survive."

"But he was killed, and because of a gift I gave him."

"I don't know who the murderer is, but as long as I'm alive, I will find him..."

The sea, which seemed calm but actually concealed turbulent currents, seemed to be a reflection of his inner world.

After hearing this, Claymore finally understood why Bullhorn and Blackface got together.

The former is lying down in frustration due to a blow.

The latter had little sense of belonging to the Fire Temple and only stayed because he needed to find information about his enemies.

Well, one lies down and the other fishes.

And what about Claymore himself?

Traitor, spy.

Niu Jiao quickly withdrew his gaze and looked at Claymore beside him: "Although I don't know what you want to do, I advise you not to use the sword in front of other firewood gatherers..."

Hearing what Niu Jiao said, Claymore paused slightly, then nodded.

"I see."

The sword that Niu Jiao mentioned was the one he found in the box given by the Candle Keeper.

Although it is no different from an ordinary weapon, when it is used at its strongest power, it will reveal some characteristics of candlelight...

It was precisely to save Blackface and Bullhorn that Claymore used this power.

Now it seems that Niu Jiao should have noticed something.

That's why he had a heart-to-heart talk with Claymore over a drink and told him about his past.

"If you want to know anything else, ask now."

"Ackerman can't keep secrets, so some things are better not to be known to him."

Niu Jiao took another sip of wine.

Upon hearing this, Claymore didn't bother to be polite with him: "I do have some things I want to know..."

…

Candle Firewood Island.

"What do you mean you don't know?" Mangzi looked at Ligadel with some dismay and said unhappily, "Don't you know what it felt like when you ran away?"

"I..." Ligardel pursed his lips and apologized dejectedly: "I'm sorry, teacher, I'm so useless..."

When Mangzi Ge saw this, he almost fainted from suffocation.

Calm down, calm down...

The problem of the little lion is not so easy to solve. You have to be patient and take your time...

Brother Mangzi forced himself to suppress the anger in his heart and explained seriously to Ligardel.

"First of all! Stop saying such discouraging words. Do you hear me? How many times have I told you that?"

Ligardel's eyes dimmed: "Sorry, teacher, I...I can't help it."

"Stop." Mangzi shook his head helplessly: "Okay, let's stop discussing this matter here."

"Now, there's only one thing you need to do. That's to remember how it felt to run away from a fight. Do you hear me?"

Brother Mangzi was very serious, yet full of expectation.

"This is related to whether you can become a real warrior in the future."

"Ligardel, show the courage you had when you first determined your goal."

"The teacher believes in you."

As he said this, Brother Mangzi patted him gently on the shoulder.

"teacher……"

Hearing what Mangzi said, Ligardel was deeply moved. After taking a deep breath, his eyes became determined.

“I will try my best!”

"Then let's get started."

Brother Mangzi nodded, then looked at the Black Mountain Demon not far away and shouted.

"Little demon, it's time to start!"

"knew."

After hearing this, the Black Mountain Demon came to his senses, took out the magic bead and put it into his chest.

What he has to do now is to help Ligardel simulate the feeling of fighting.

Only by letting Ligardel remember his feelings when facing the battle can they "prescribe the right medicine" and take the next step.

I don't know if this will work...