Chapter 381

Looking at the guy in the tent with his head down and sobbing, Hoffa tiptoed back.

Bow and whisper to comfort: "Hey, are you ok?"

No one answered, sobbing and talking to themselves stopped. Sylby was sitting with his knees crossed. His computer was down and he didn't move.

Hoffa felt a little strange, so he fell down too, his head down below sylby, and looked up at him. As a result, I saw that sylby was staring at the ground like a fool, and his mouth was drooling.

Hoffa shook his hand a few times in front of him, and he didn't respond.

Damn, it's not really crazy...

Hoffa muttered in his heart that it's not the first time when the king is under too much pressure or too lonely leading to mental breakdown. But it's more likely that sylby is playing the fool.

This guy's been extremely unorthodox since he first met. He remembers that when he and Olivia took him to Barcelona, he peed in the car, which was even worse than now. At that time, I thought he was a paralyzed patient, but later I knew that he was a devil cursed by Salazar Slytherin.

In order to confirm whether he really collapsed or fooled himself, Hoffa clenched his teeth, closed his eyes, and used the power concept of dreams to come up with a bottle of essential balm.

He shivered.

Opened the essential balm and dropped it on the handkerchief.

Then he put a handkerchief over sylby's nose, where he only breathed a little.

"Er...!"

Less than a second.

Sylby straightened up and coughed violently.

"Your Majesty, are you all right?"

Hoffa quickly put away the essence of the wind and asked, holding him by his side.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Silby coughed violently on the ground: "you... What the hell did you use for me... Cough, cough... Ouch, it chokes me to death."

He coughed and said in a tone contrary to his previous coldness and perverseness. After coughing for a long time, the smell of the essential balm dispersed, he got up and asked Hoffa, "Why are you still here?"

At the moment, sylby is no longer sharp and dangerous. On the contrary, his eyes are wide and his pupils are round, which makes people feel very naive. It's like a child.

"I'll leave in a moment." Hoffa kept on his guard. Not to mention that Silby has become a stranger to the world, even if he becomes a water bear, Hoffa will keep an eye on him. This guy is the one who blew up Hogwarts and exiled himself 50 years later.

But Silby was interested. He looked at Hoffa, scratched his head and asked curiously, "don't hurry. You haven't told me who you are."

He looked at Hoffa curiously, touched him, squatted down next to him, squeezed his cheek and swayed, looked at his head, looked at his chin, even touched Hoffa's head, like a monkey catching lice for another monkey.

The sweat on Hoffa's forehead came down.

At this time, he would rather fight three hundred rounds with grindevo than stay with this wonderful flower.

"Who are you? Why are you not afraid at all, but you are so wary of me? Who are you

Sylby sniffed Hoffa's hair.

"Who are you?" Hoffa couldn't help asking.

At the moment, Silby was different from anything he had ever seen. If it's similar, maybe when he took Silby to drag racing, he was slightly similar to now.

"West Xavier..."

the youth murmured.

"West Xavier!? What... "

Hoffa wanted to ask, but he was shocked.

Yes, Silby was just his former name, and he told himself that his real name was unknown and never told anyone.

Is his real name, Xavier?

If so, is it the most real side of him who is sitting in front of him now?

For a moment, a series of thoughts flashed through his head.

"And you, what's your name?" Asked Silby.

"My name is..."

Hoffa's words stop, but Silby looks at him seriously.

Hoffa thought quickly that he could not tell him his real name because he was not sure where he was. The difference between dream and reality is very vague here.

If it's a dream, the real Selby is likely to realize his return, because he is the leader of the dream. If it's a reality, it's even worse. He went to more than 1000 years ago and told Selby his name. In the future, Selby will pursue himself.

It's going to be a terrible cycle.

After six thousand cycles, Hoffa was in awe of what was certain and what was supposed to happen.Thinking of this, he shook his head, vaguely diverged from the topic: "I'll tell you the name later, you first tell me why you are hiding in the tent?"

"I'm here just because I'm in pain."

Instead of messing with Hoffa's head, Silby sat down and said frankly, "I'm in so much pain."

"Because of what and pain, because there is no opponent, so it is too lonely?"

"As long as I beat the guy across the Fjord, I'll never have another opponent in the world. Of course I know that, but it's not that simple." Silby held his knee and fell into meditation:

"from childhood, what I want to eat, others will put the food on the plate and give it to me respectfully. What toy I like, others will try to bring it to me.

However, I really want to get the answer to the question, but no one can answer.

When I grow up, because of my damned talent, I can learn any difficult magic. Because of my damned ability, I can defeat any opponent who hinders me. Because of my damned looks, I can even attract any woman.

However, I really want to get the answer to the question, but can't mention it with others

"My life is as smooth as a piece of silk that makes me sick. It doesn't have any bulges. It doesn't need any effort from me. I can't find the value of living. It's too easy to get everything. It's too easy. "

Hoffa could not help but be dumb. He went through all kinds of hardships, came to this guy and risked his life to stop him at the cost of his own happiness. But he said that he got everything just because he was bored. He was really more angry than others.

But of course, he couldn't say these words, just comforted: "you've been amazing, ordinary people can't achieve your achievements in their whole life."

"Fart."

Sylby grinned, revealing white teeth,

"are these my things?"

He pointed to the sky, "these are his ideas, he gave me all this, he built this slide, this chaotic era, and what I did was just slide down this slide. But who am I, who am I? "

"You beat the church and now you say you believe in God. If the wizard outside hears this, they will mutiny. "

"I'd rather they had a little bit of their own ideas, as a matter of fact most people don't." "I believe there's a higher level of existence, maybe it's God, maybe it's an old bastard, maybe it's something else. But the church is willing to be its servant. I don't want to

"But now, you are indeed its servant."

Hoffa said: "you become a king in the expectation of all the witches. The monarch has divine power. If it doesn't want to, you won't become a king."

"Then what? You tell me what to do? What would you do if you were me? "

Sylby asked three times what to do. He looked at Hoffa and asked sincerely, "don't talk to me about success, getting married and having children. For me, life is an infinite game. If I can't reach the limit, I'll never give up. "

Hoffa was shocked. At this moment, he saw something very pure in Silby, which was so pure that there was no impurity. He may have some of those things on himself, but compared with the guy in front of him, they are just fireflies and bright moon.

It's close.

Hoffa knows.

He's close to the essence.

It made his breath tremble slightly.

"Now tell me, West Xavier, what do you want most?" Hoffa said in a deep voice

"It's very simple. I want to be a wizard."

Said Silby in a melancholy tone, hugging his knee, "a real wizard."

"But you are already a wizard."

Hoffa was puzzled and said that he did not expect that Silby would give such an answer. If he is not a wizard, who is a wizard?

"I'm not a wizard."

Sylby buried his head deep in his arm.

"When I was crown prince, I went to see a circus. The wizard took the rabbit out of his hat and the people who watched it laughed happily. I thought it was very successful.

But now that I'm on the throne, I'm not a wizard. I am a king, half a man, half a wizard's king.

What I bring to the world is not happiness, but pain. During the five years of the war, my army ravaged every piece of land in the mainland, burning the Muggle world to nothing.

Besides, I can't kill all the Muggles. Even if I kill all the Muggles, the wizard's offspring will still produce Squibs, and the squib's offspring will become Muggles. War and conflict will last forever. "

Hoffa said: "it's impossible to have a result if you keep dragging like this. The snowball has already rolled. It's wishful thinking if you stop it. How can we change what is bound to happen? ""Yes... The result is inevitable. Why should I do something that is destined to happen. I am destined to defeat the Pope, to be the strongest wizard on the continent, to be the king, to die in pain and self torture. What can I do? I can't do anything. "

Sylby looked at Hoffa. "If it was you, what would you do?"

"I can't do anything."

"Just keep the status quo," Hoffa said

Sylby: that's not the answer I want to hear

Hoffa: "whether you want to hear it or not, that's what the world is like. People are animals that keep fighting. The way of heaven circulates, and retribution is not good.

Even if there were no wizards, only Muggles, they would fight each other.

Long distance love kills homosexuals, Christians kill Christians, white people kill black people, black people kill white people again. You may not believe it. They even fight over whether the taste is sweet or salty. As long as there are differences, there will be battles. "

"I don't agree."

Sylby shook his head and looked at him. "I can't agree. You said it happened the day after tomorrow. They had a choice. But do witches have a choice? Do Muggles have a choice? Born to be a wizard, Muggles will be killed by Muggles. Born Muggle, the wizard will be killed by the wizard, which is totally unfair. "

Hoffa: "there is no fairness. Throughout human history, how many people can have a choice.

All the choices we make are just the most correct choices at present. But if we look back, in fact, every step is full of loopholes and numerous mistakes.

But once the fact is there, it is powerful, inviolable, unchangeable.

Just like you think everything is too easy, that's because you are conforming to this era, conforming to the ideas of all the witches, they need a king, and you happen to be a king.

If you fight against this era, it will make you feel real pain. "

"I see."

"So it is..."

then, instead of talking, he just opened his mouth and looked ahead. His childish look disappeared, his pupil gradually contracted until it became a small dot, and his eyebrows were raised sharply.

Hoffa was surprised. What happened?

Why is this guy chatting and changing back.

"Who are you?"

Sylby asked again.

At this time, he had no innocence at all, with a strong examination and heartlessness in his tone.

Even Hoffa was caught off guard by the speed of switching between these two states.

He stood up, sharp as a cross sword.

"Who are you?"

He asked oppressively.

"I'm no one."

Hoffa stood up and instinctively told him that something was wrong and that it was time to run.

"Then why do you think you are right, why there is no real understanding in the world, why can't people become happier by eliminating differences?" Asked Silby aggressively.

"Heaven is merciless. I just want to conform to it."

Said Hoffa.

"So you are the way of heaven?"

Sylby's momentum rose a little bit.

Outside the tent, there was a strong wind and sand flying.

"In a sense."

Hoffa nodded: "I am the way of heaven."

There was a sparkle in sylby's eyes. The surging power surged out like a tide. The tent that shrouded them was torn away by the strong wind. In a scream, Silby looked up and said with a laugh, "it's you. I finally found you!"