Dust of History: Letter (below)

"This is because of the **. Once there is **, even the noble Necromancer Guild will fall into the mortal world and become as fragile as ordinary people. The current guild is no longer the previous guild. Almost all Everyone has forgotten the true meaning of the existence of the Necromancer Guild. It has become an organization where a group of self-righteous magicians gather for personal gain. But this is unavoidable, as long as a person is alive, there will be lust. After all, whether it is No matter what kind of person, they are all driven by the desire in their own body to live in this world. No matter what a person does or thinks, it can only be traced back to the source, **. That is the source of human motivation , and a source of pain and vulnerability.”

"It seems that you are not uncomfortable staying here. I have been worried that you are suffering because of being trapped here." The Marquis looked at the Lich and smiled faintly.

The lich's face didn't move at all, but a hoarse voice came from its throat: "From birth, people are accompanied by pain. For me, there is no concept of pain, because I have long Not even ** anymore."

"If there is no **, then what is the purpose of everything you do?"

"Because I believe. I believe in everything I do, and I believe that my goals will eventually be realized." The lich remained motionless like a statue, and the ugly voice seemed to come from the small room itself. "I believe in fate."

"It's a pity that you can't do anything now, do you still believe it?"

"Believe it. I believe that what will happen will definitely happen, and what is destined will never change." A pair of will-o'-the-wisps in Lich's eyes flickered and landed on the Marquis's face. "What about you, what is the reason for everything you did? Seal me in this place and painstakingly become the acting guild leader. I know that it's not because of your own desires. Tell me, what are you doing for? "

The Marquis looked at the lich. Although his face is over forty years old, it is still handsome, and the look in the depths of his eyes can still fascinate any woman. On the other hand, Vidnina's face was full of dead muscles, and the will-o'-the-wisps rolling in her eye sockets could make it hard for the less courageous to stare at her. These two completely different faces and eyes meet together silently, relatively speechless, but there seems to be a strange tacit understanding.

The Marquis stared at the Lich for a long time before he said lightly, "The reason I did this is to let you know that everything you believe is wrong."

The lich was also silent for a while, and then let out an ugly laugh. Said: "It's really hard work for you. But do you know what you are doing? You are not stopping me, you are stopping Lord Archimard's prophecy..."

"It's a pity that no one except you wants that prophecy to come true, otherwise you wouldn't be trapped here by everyone."

"It's all in vain...no matter what you do, it's all in vain. I'm not worried at all. The final victory must be me."

The Marquis sighed: "Why do you always keep your eyes on that unreachable place..."

"Then why do you keep looking at me?" Lich asked back.

After a while of silence. The Marquis said, "Because I'm lonely."

When he said this, his voice was no longer that male voice full of vicissitudes of magnetism and vitality, full of intoxicating charm. It's all boring inside. Dry, tired, completely incompatible with his status as a peerless talented man who has been in and out of thousands of flowers, but like an old farmer who has been farming on dry land all his life, sighing.

"A lot of times I really envy those ordinary and simple people, or those who are driven by lust. In their eyes, the world is always so simple, as simple as some simple symbols. And simplicity is reality , is the feeling that can be completely held in the hand. Although it is impossible in fact, just that feeling is enough. But I don’t have this feeling, I only feel lonely... Until I met you, I saw the same from you Something that is completely incompatible with this world. And you are so beautiful and intelligent, which even makes me feel inferior. If I don’t look at you, who else can I look at?”

The lich replied lightly: "That's really hard work for you."

The Marquis smiled bitterly: "But you haven't looked at me... No, you haven't looked at anyone. Nothing. In your eyes, you can't tolerate anything else except that unattainable dream."

After being silent for a while, the Lich replied lightly: "Because I am not as brave as you. I know this world is ugly and boring, but I can still live in it. I have nothing to do except transcend this ugly and boring world. Do."

"Once upon a time, my dream was to pull you down from the mid-air of your dream. Pull you into my arms, but I failed. When I realized it, you had already flown too high...so …Now I have nothing to do except to stop you, not to mention your dream may be a complete disaster for the entire continent..."

A burst of laughter, like a pack of dying wolves sobbing, came from the Lich's throat, and the neck made of bones and dry meridians trembled from the output of too much airflow: "A person who is not recognized by this world The slut, the necromancer who swore an oath under the dark star, would actually aim to save this world that has long regarded him as a monster. This joke is the funniest I have ever heard..." She The laughter stopped. "But it's also the least funny. Have you forgotten? As a necromancer, you must follow the wishes of His Excellency Archimede if you swear an oath before the Black Star..."

"Everyone has a different understanding of the prophecies left by Archibald. As long as the Black Star does not really break ground, every necromancer has the freedom to act. This is actually the same as those guys in the guild. against your reasons."

"Those guys who have already been smothered by interests and power have forgotten everything, do they think that everything will be fine by trapping me here? It's useless, what should happen will happen as soon as possible, and the gears of fate have never stopped .Although I am here, there are naturally other people who help me push everything outside."

"Are you talking about the student you secretly recruited? Then do you know that he is actually..."

"Your son. I knew it a long time ago. Teacher Shante's craftsmanship is impeccable, but I can feel your smell on him. Especially the feeling of practicing the meditation of reality, do you think Can't I even notice this? Sandro naturally wouldn't teach him this, presumably you stole it from Sandro. You are not small, even I dare not think about this thing, you I went to steal it."

There was a slight look of surprise on the Marquis's face, and he said: "Then you still accept him as an apprentice? Are you not afraid that I deliberately let him come to learn from you?"

"How can a person who is able to enter Diyagu and have the qualifications to swear an oath in front of the Black Star be someone who can be easily ordered? Give him the Meditation of Reality that you stole from Sandro? I think you probably only found out later that you secretly asked me to be your teacher?"

"No, I have thought of letting him be your student for a long time. But I let him practice the meditation of truth that I stole from Mr. Sandro, and I am having a headache on how to hide this matter , I was busy with other affairs at the time and forgot to tell him about you. Later, when I found out that he actually sneaked in and out of this meditation room without telling other guild members, I was very surprised, and I had to let nature take its course.”

"This is a good boy who is hardworking and talented. The key is that I can see things in his eyes that neither of us have-**. So I taught him everything I have, and let him He is outside to help me bring some news and do something. He hurriedly reported to me a few days ago that he was going to Ernfast, hehe, it seems to be very interesting..."

"You regard him as your pawn?" The Marquis' voice was a little unnatural. "Do you know who he is my child?"

"It doesn't matter who it is, it's none of my business." The lich replied lightly. "What should happen, will happen naturally."

"I'll tell you once again, what you believe is wrong. Now I will prove it to you. The Marquis turned and walked out of the passage.

"It doesn't matter. You believe yours, I believe mine..." The lich's hoarse voice echoed in the meditation room, and it lasted for a long time.

Not far after walking out of the meditation room, the Marquis met Nopolinot who was coming to him. He was holding a letter in his hand, which was used by necromancers to send emergency messages to each other.

"Urgent news from respected Bishop Javi~IndoMTL.com~It seems that he wants us to help..."

"Oh?" The Marquis was taken aback.

In the Royal Capital of Ainfast, in the headquarters of the Holy Knights.

Rod Hart stared dumbfounded at the mysterious guest in front of him who was said to have a top-secret military secret to report. He took off his mask, revealing that very familiar face.

"It's you? Why did you go back to the capital?" Rod Hart jumped up from his seat with a look of surprise on his face, like a child seeing a long-lost friend.

"Of course there is something important." Asa smiled. Just from this childlike and innocent look, it can be seen that this friend still doesn't seem to have changed in any way in front of him. "I need your help on something very important right now."

"No problem, just tell me if you have anything to say." Rod Hart nodded with certainty.

Although what I see now is the innocent side of this friend, Asa has absolute confidence that he will be able to do this job, so he said: "This is not only for me, but also for you, and for the whole of Ai En Fast is very important..."