The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 46: The heart of desire

This thing feels great when swinging.

Lighter than a hammer, heavier than a swing stick, it can be easily lifted to block and parry, and can be whipped or chiseled. With Bernardino's underdeveloped body, he could easily use it to destroy the corners of the table.

Annan even feels that this thing is easier to use than a sword...

Although I have heard the name of the Holy Sword of Physics for a long time, this is the first time I have actually used a crowbar as a weapon.

It's just a pity that he obviously can't process the three sirens a little and make it into a crowbar...

"But since I was given this kind of thing..."

Annan murmured: "Then what else am I afraid of?"

His body has a level one analogy. This is not a particularly advanced skill, so Bernardino, who does not have an extraordinary level, can now use it. Although he does not have the blood of winter in his body, he can still use the initial level of frost swordsmanship.

This means that even if it is a silver-level enemy, Annan can directly charge forward and kill him in a matter of seconds.

With this weapon in his hand, Annan immediately became eager to try it - he even looked forward to giving Father Ludwig, who would come back a while, a shot to try out the feel of it.

But considering... In that case, I'm afraid I won't be able to continue playing "Bernardino". If his image is deviated from reality, the main mission may fail.

So Annan could only regretfully give up this tempting option.

He was about to push open the plaster statue blocking the door to the room, but found that the plaster statue seemed to be fixed in the void. Completely unshakable - not even able to knock it down.

He tried to see if he could go directly around it...and found that it really wasn't possible.

Father Ludwig's figure can be said to be quite strong. Although there are no muscles that stand out at will, he wears a loose priest's robe and his shoulders can support it without looking baggy... He can be compared with Father Louis from Noah next door.

His statue is standing at the door - even the clothes are made of plaster, and the only thing that can get in is a liquid cat.

Annan looked at the plaster statue blocking his way and sighed: "It will work out."

He probably knew what the weapon that suddenly appeared in his hand was used for.

Annan stepped forward and swung the crowbar forcefully without hesitation.

——Bang!

With the sound of breaking.

Annan continued to swing the crowbar and beat the plaster statue hard. Until "Father Ludwig" was completely broken into pieces and scattered all over the place.

But when he whipped the plaster statue, he seemed to hear the sour crunch of broken bones. Something like blood leached out from the broken plaster statue and flowed all over the floor.

Annan lowered his head, reached out and touched the red thing, and then smelled it.

...is red paint.

He frowned and thought for a while.

Annan looked back thoughtfully at the closed door, then walked straight across the remains of "Father Ludwig" and walked toward the room.

——Then, Annan suddenly felt a huge force coming from behind.

His body suddenly fell forward uncontrollably.

Annan wanted to get out of the way, but failed

He immediately realized...this was seamlessly cut into CG.

“Always be vigilant.”

Father Ludwig's voice came from behind: "The enemy may appear from anywhere. Be sure to close the door tightly when entering the room."

"Bernardino" gently let go of his collar.

He subconsciously turned around, only to find that Father Ludwig had appeared at the door at some point.

The plaster figure that had just been smashed by "Bernardino" had completely disappeared without a trace.

——But that was no illusion.

Because right under his feet... there is a fragment of a plaster statue hidden.

When it was broken by him, it splashed into the room.

Except for the fragments stepped on by "Bernardino", the fragments of the plaster statue at the door and at the gate have disappeared.

What's going on?

"Stand still."

Father Ludwig said solemnly: "Don't be so lax."

Just like what Father Ludwig himself said. After he entered the house, he closed the door behind him and turned on the lights in the room.

Annan's pupils suddenly shrank.

He then realized that this was not the master bedroom. But it's not a study or a kitchen...

——This is the storage room.

In this relatively spacious room, there are many plaster statues.

Avatar. bust. Full body portrait.

All are Father Ludwig.

Emotions, anger, sorrows, joys, various expressions, different postures.

The whole room was filled with "Father Ludwigs". Annan roughly counted fifteen of them in total.

"—Smash them, Bernardino."

Father Ludwig put his hand behind "Bernardino" and said in a deep voice.

"...Smash, smash?"

"Bernardino" asked in disbelief.

"Yes, smash it. In Yaweng's school of thought, this is called the 'Destruction Ceremony'."

Father Ludwig said slowly: "It's like tearing down the sand castles and tearing up the old works and burning them. If the creator is satisfied with his work, he will stop moving forward.

"Artists must have a greedy heart and never stop moving forward. They must never be satisfied with their works and thirst for greater perfection. They must destroy what they love in order to 'crave' The heart of love seeks from the world...if it cannot find it, it will turn to seek within its own heart.

"These are all the sculptures you have made with your own hands since you studied sculpture with me."

Father Ludwig said, walking forward slowly.

He gently touched the most immature portrait of Father Ludwig: "This is the first work you created. Do you remember, I asked you to only create the same work from then on.

"And this..."

As he spoke, he touched the most realistic full-body image.

It was exactly the same as Father Ludwig when he first entered the door, without any difference.

"Two years."

Father Ludwig sighed: "In this regard, there is no doubt that you are a peerless genius. When you see a person, it is like his soul follows your eyes and lives in you. The same mind.

"You never looked at me when you were making the sculpture. You just stared at the stone, as if...it was originally the jade in the stone, and you just chipped away the remaining material.

"You are a born sculptor, Bell."

Father Ludwig stroked Bernardino's head and said solemnly: "If you can't go on this path... you will definitely go on the wrong path. This is what prevents you from deviating from this path. reasons.

"Your inspiration is very strong, far beyond your logic... Your heart is unbalanced. This allows you to understand the world more acutely and irrationally, but it also makes you lose the ability to become a wizard and The possibility of being a ritualist also puts unbearable pressure on your spirit.

"I have contacted the doctor for you. He is an old friend of mine and can heal your mind. There is no need to worry about anything.

"Completely release all the pressure in your heart. Destroy your works and your old body here... sacrifice them with roars and cries of pain. Move forward with your skills and irrational heart . Your extraordinary talents will be incubated and sublimated here."

Father Ludwig turned back and stroked the sculpture closest to him, which was also the last sculpture created by Bernardino.

"Let's do it."

The priest whispered.

The control of the body also returned to Annan's hands at this time.

He looked at the many "Father Ludwigs" in front of him and took a deep breath.

He already understood everything.

Annan finally knew what happened that year.

Why did he lose his travel expenses inexplicably? Why did he never go home even if he was desperate...

Annan clenched his left hand, stepped forward, and smashed all the sculptures hard.

——Everything you love must be destroyed. This is in exchange for a "heart of longing".

That is a strong [desire]. ~IndoMTL.com~ Father Ludwig’s love is evident.

"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, ashes to ashes..."

He murmured quietly.

That was not Annan’s words, but the body’s own actions

In the blink of an eye, only fragments of plaster remained of this masterpiece of sculpture in the room.

But Father Ludwig still didn't say a word, nor did he turn around.

Annan controlled Bernardino and slowly approached Father Ludwig from behind.

——Raised the crowbar in his hand high.

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