Dust of History Chapter 35:

"... Then he finally stepped into the circle of the royal capital and became the subordinate of the Duke of Mrak. The Duke has plans for the Duke, and he also has his own plans. He once treated me He said that the person he is most grateful for in his life is me. I brought him from those fantasies to reality, and gave him the opportunity to realize his dreams. But I kept thinking afterwards, whether I helped him, It still hurt him...so even if he betrayed me in the end, I wasn't too angry...."

Beside the bonfire, Talis and Aiyimei listened quietly to Asa's narration. Listening to the lives of others is a very wonderful thing, especially such ups and downs of life, although it seems to have nothing to do with oneself, but the most basic resonance of being a human being can make the listener feel joy, sorrow, joy, and the dignity of life And helpless. And because of the reason of watching from the sidelines, the helplessness and sorrow in it can be seen more clearly. Asa spoke in great detail, and this was his own expression. Many of Rod Hart's experiences were overlapped by his own, and the narration lasted until late at night.

"What a poor man." Aimei sighed long, summing up Rod Hart's life with these words.

Talis snorted coldly and said, "What's so pitiful? It's Wang's fate that he will be ruined in the end. This kind of treachery abandons everything for power. No matter how high you climb, no matter how strong you are, you will definitely fail in the end." .”

"It's not a question of success or failure..." Ai Yimei blinked her big eyes, and the bonfire reflected the softness and inclusiveness like water in it. "He is not strong at all. He is just succumbed and flees. His ideals and dreams are crushed by reality. With so much pain and regret, he can only escape into reality. Reality is so powerful. , so terrifying, he has no choice but to integrate into reality and become a strong man in reality. He is no longer pursuing ideals. He is escaping from the past and making up for the gaps and shadows in his heart. He is not pursuing on his own initiative, he is on the run, so He can ignore everything, his eyes have nothing else."

"In order to escape from that shadow, he became a machine that pursues power. He has lost love, friendship, and even himself. Such a person is really pitiful. He has nothing. No matter how high he climbs, he gets No matter how much you want, you will never be truly satisfied.”

Sighing, the little female magician stretched out her hand to stroke the long hair hanging from the corners of her mane. She is not as charming as a mature woman, but this kind of purity and sensibility is something that women who have been immersed in the world can't have anyway. Light and pure as water.

"Such people... actually account for the majority. Living in this world, how can they not surrender to this world? Oh, they never feel sorry for themselves." Asa slightly With a smile, that chubby, smiling Lord Duke appeared in his mind again. He recalled a conversation he had with the Duke before Xiaoyi's wedding. According to Ai Yimei's words. Rod Hart is really exactly the same as the Duke, and he once walked this road only one step away.

There are no natural villains, just like animals themselves are not good or bad, Asa has always thought so. This is also the reason why he has never been able to have outright hostility and killing intent towards anyone. Even against people like the Duke of Mrak, Rod Hart, and even the Marquis.

"You actually compare me to that kind of person? How can I be like him? I can't even stick to my own beliefs. How can a drifting idiot compare to me?" Talis said, staring at Asa. It is one thing to listen to the story in the middle of the night, but it is another thing to accept that the protagonist of the story is the same as yourself.

"I'm just a little bit confused now."

"I can understand his mood a little bit. Although it's a little different, but the confusion and terror when suddenly losing the pillar supporting the sky in my heart, sad, really scary." Ai Yimei hugged her legs . Shrinking like a kitten in the cold, the originally slender body looked even thinner and pitiful under the wide mage robe.

Asa moved closer to Aiyimei, but Talis jumped over and sat next to Aiyimei to hug her, and then gave Asa a look: "What do you want to do?" ?”

"Sister, don't worry, I will be your pillar from now on. Protecting you is the only justice and light that I can be sure of without being confused."

"En." Aiyimei looked at Talis and smiled, and her smile was like a flower under the reflection of the fire.

Looking at the two hugging each other, Asa also smiled. He walked back and sat down opposite the bonfire, feeling a warmth that he rarely felt in his heart.

It would be nice if it could continue like this, or go a step further. Asa suddenly had such an idea.

This kind of feeling and thought can only be felt when I go to Oufu for the first time. with her. Thinking of this, his heart suddenly became sore again, and he felt a sense of loss.

"Hey, but where is that kid you mentioned doing now? I remember that the queen of Ainfast interceded for him, so he was exiled?" Talis asked suddenly.

Asa lay down and looked at the sky full of stars above. Answer: "I don't know. I hope he can learn some lessons and settle down honestly somewhere."

Just hope so. Asa sighed secretly, knowing that he would not be the one to settle down honestly. Indeed, as Ai Yimei said, Ye could only see the far ahead.

I will be useful.

The echo of this sentence still seems to be echoing in my mind, but now it sounds like a joke. A joke that's so funny it couldn't be more funny, and it's completely unlaughable.

"It's really useful..." The hunched old man in front of him also murmured, nodded, and coughed violently.

As long as the old man is around, the coughing will never stop. Sometimes Rod Hart really suspected that the old man would cough out his lungs at any moment, or just cough himself up, and he had hoped and prayed countless times these days. But this old man is obviously dying at any time and will die immediately, but it seems that he can still cough until the next century.

Sighing, the old man pulled away the flesh on Rod Hart's chest, picked it with his withered fingers, and his ribs popped open like an automatic spring door. The three hands that looked like dead branches squeezed Rod Hart's heart, felt the unique elasticity of the muscle fibers of those young people, poked his liver and spleen again, and then withdrew their hands.

It turns out that this is how the heart feels when someone pinches it. Rod Hart only knows it now, but his heart has not been beating for a long time. Even the liver, spleen, and stomach have been treated. I don't know what was stuck.

His whole body feels intact, as sensitive as after taking a hot bath, his heart can even feel the creases on the fingers, and he can even feel the breath of the old man spraying on his internal organs I got it, but I couldn't even blink my eyelids, let alone my voice. The vocal cords had been taken out and thrown aside. The old man probably felt that he would never need this organ.

I will be useful. This is what he has always believed in. Because he knows that only useful people will be reused by others, and they will have the opportunity to climb continuously. So he has always tried his best to make himself useful. Not only should I exercise my body and martial arts, but also my mind, the information I know, and so on. But he never thought that he was just such a useful usage.

The old man stretched the muscles of his arms and thighs again. He seemed to be looking carefully at the blood vessels and nerves in his muscles. In terms of strength and physique, it is a little worse than that, but its potential and coordination are much better, which is rare... useful and useful..."

The feeling of the old man's finger sliding across the body is very clear, and the pain is so painful that one can feel that the mind seems to be split under this sharp and huge sting ~IndoMTL.com~ But he can't use a little action to relieve it and vent.

The one in the old man's mouth is a similar one standing in the corner. Probably they can be regarded as the same kind. Rod Hart saw with his own eyes that the big man with all the muscles was dismantled into small pieces by the old man, just like a toy made of huge building blocks, and then pieced together again. This is probably the only person in the world who can experience the same experience as himself. If that's really a human being.

There is no need to say regret or feeling. His current feeling is nothing but pain, and there is no room for any other thoughts and feelings in his mind. The blood flowing in the blood vessels was no longer blood. The old man poured a strange-smelling liquid into his body through a long and thin tube. The rancid smell and strange magic power completely replaced the blood. Distribute towards the limbs.

The muscles, nerves, muscles, and bones of the hands and feet were all taken out by the old man, carefully studied, played with, and then reinstalled like building blocks. The reinstalled parts seem to have something more and something less. Under the old man's dead-twig-like hands, his body is no longer a toy that can be disassembled at will. The old man's movements are proficient. He has been playing with human limbs and organs all his life. He almost never used any instruments, just slowly tearing, pulling, and taking with his hands, completely dismantled the complete human body, the magic on his fingers was everywhere, and the blood vessels were immediately closed automatically, so that Rhode Hart would not be too much Bleed a little.