The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 148: No one can comment on your life

Hearing the low and magnetic voice of the tragedian, Annan suddenly felt numbness and chills on his spine.

Like a purple-black snake fruit full of juice.

Or...

It was like being stared at by a snake wrapped around an apple tree branch.

Although the tragedy writer is a **** of the younger generation.

But the feeling of oppression coming from him was stronger than that of Zhi Ji and Shi Fu, who were older than him and whom Annan had met.

The pressure alone is close to the level of the Faceless Poet.

What kind of look should I say?

——There is no malice or murderous intention in it.

It was a gaze that was as calm as the ocean at midnight. Under the completely invisible darkness, there is a faint light of hope.

Compared with that level of mystery and darkness.

On the contrary, it is the pure child-like curiosity and joy that makes people feel scared.

It is like a child tearing off the wings of a butterfly and wondering how it will fly; like a child flooding the ant nest with juice and happily watching them drown in the gift.

If it were an ordinary person, he would probably be so scared that he couldn't even move.

Annan, who had no fear, could even feel numbness on his back. It was like an electric current was constantly passing through...it made him feel unusually excited and excited. His whole body was shaking with excitement, his breathing was a little heavy, and he even couldn't help but clenched his fists to relieve the pressure.

"I do have something to see you for."

In front of the tragedian, Annan did not act - he did not hide his emotions at all.

Because it's impossible to hide it.

"You just gave me a large amount of Holy Light Seal not long ago, right?"

"Hmph, hum...that's right."

The tragedian raised the corners of his mouth and let out a deep laugh: "You gave me a good show. This is exactly what you deserve."

"A good show?"

"Don't you know it very well yourself? This extremely delicate tragedy is like an inverted 'Gemini' story - the dead son of God, the son of man who sacrificed everything to save the other person, and the story of the man who sacrificed everything in order to save the other party, and the story of the inverted Gemini. The son of God who would rather die to save his friends.

"The never-ending spiral of sacrifice entangled in fate... This is exactly the "Gemini" on the tragic level.

"And, at the moment when the spiral is cut off - the conspiracy is exposed, the betrayal is repeated, and the turbid soul of a mere childish person shines brightly like gold in an instant... This is exactly what I want to see."

At this point, the tragedy writer suddenly showed a half-smiling face: "There is also a person who thinks that the past history has long been forgotten.

"Suddenly woke up in a dream and realized that his secret had been exposed...the panic and uneasiness. And from this panic and uneasiness, what kind of decision will he make?

"Are you telling this information to your 'other self'? Or are you trying to reintegrate with your other self? Or are you planning to personally exterminate the person who learned the information? What will come out of this? A conspiracy? That's what I'm curious about... what I want to see, a tragic [sequel]."

He said in one breath.

Excited and uneasy.

No matter what the tragedian said, the smile on his face could never be completely gone.

It was as if someone had branded this shame on me with a red-hot iron fork.

"So, my lovely Annan."

His deep voice lingered in Annan's ears: "I will give you a reward...is there anything wrong?"

Annan believed that if He were by his side at this moment, he would definitely hold his shoulder with one hand from behind - this is what the intuition brought by his extraordinary perception told him.

"It's more than that."

Annan just looked directly into the tragedy writer's eyes.

I wonder if there is any hidden problem with this mirror.

Annan always felt that... his smile seemed to be somewhat similar to that of the tragedy writer, and it was becoming more and more similar.

He asked the tragedy writer seriously: "Do you think that the story about 'me' is also a tragedy - don't you?"

Annan is really so suspicious.

I am afraid that before he lost his memory, the tragedy writer had already noticed him when he came to the Kingdom of Noah and saw Kaifni for the first time.

The son of the Grand Duke, who voluntarily gave up his memory in order to rise to a higher position, and the future **** who was favored by the Book of Truth.

If the tragedy writer himself is a fun person...

So the story of Annan becoming Don Juan Geraint is also under the gaze of the tragedy writer?

"That's not necessarily the case."

Unexpectedly, the tragedy writer firmly gave a negative answer to this question.

"Destiny is a rut in the sky."

The tragedy writer slowly said: "This sentence can also be understood as, [destiny] is the loser after fighting the sky carriage. Knocking down the unfortunate fate of others and then standing on it is not the same as fate. A fateful drama about fighting?

"Your story is destined to be an epic, how could I not pay attention to it? As for whether your life is happy or miserable, whether your journey is full of ambition or full of regrets... in your Before the story is over, I will not make any comments or define it as a tragedy.

"No one can comment on your life, Annan. Neither can I."

The tragic writer's gentle voice sounded in Annan's ears.

He was just full of joy, showing a satisfied smile and gently spreading his hands.

"I'm just in quiet joy."

He said slowly and heavily: "Even if you didn't call me today, I would still look at you with the same smile."

That is a burning "love".

Like a sculptor looking eagerly at the unfinished stone and wooden statue... like a painter looking at the messy blocks of color.

Although it looks like a prototype, just a random application of color.

But for creators, what they really want to create is already "hidden in it".

Annan realized...

The tragedy writer may know more than he first thought.

He may have been paying attention to himself.

The reason why he suddenly gave himself one hundred and twenty Holy Light Marks... was probably not just because he saw a good story.

Instead, he saw two story lines~IndoMTL.com~ finally intertwined and merged into one in front of him.

"...I want your Holy Light Seal to be of no use."

Annan was silent for a while and spoke in a low voice.

"Oh?"

Seeing this, the tragedy writer's lips became more and more raised: "Have you already said it so rudely?

"Did you notice something... Annan?"

Yes, when he first met the tragic writer, Annan planned to be tactful.

Because Annan was not sure at first whether he would anger the other party by returning the Holy Light Seal he had just given to him and asking for a discount.

This kind of tea art...if it were left in the world of Conan, Annan would be on the deathbed.

But he soon realized...the tragedian would not be angry about this.

Because compared to what happened over there in Trissino.

The protagonist of the "script" that he cares more about...is Annan himself.

Yes.

It was not because of the interesting changes in Trissino's nightmare that he gave Annan so many Holy Light Marks.

——But because the person who gave this nightmare an interesting twist was "Annan".

Get to the root of it.

In the beginning, this was the mark of the Holy Light that the tragic writer found an excuse to give himself.

This is not entirely impossible.

If there is anything wrong... maybe it is the calling of the tragedian itself.

But considering the precognitive ability held by Trissino.

...Isn't this really the future that the tragedian saw?

It was precisely in order to have a dialogue with Annan that He gave him so many Holy Light Marks...

Even, earlier...

Extremely rare, Annan had a creepy feeling.

That's why he didn't want to delay any more time - if all this was what the tragedian had expected, it would be better to solve it quickly.