Chapter 347

"It's also... No matter whether he is crazy or not, now, no one will vindicate him, and no one will believe it. This history has long been reduced to ashes, and there is no chance to whitewash it."

Lin Jie folded his hands habitually, sighed and said, "The former kingdom and people have passed away, and even the soul of Candela himself has disappeared forever, leaving only a vague memory."

"No matter what, a king who slaughters his own people and destroys his country is already a madman from any angle."

The reason why Candela didn't even refute when they first met was that he directly admitted that he was crazy at the beginning, which was the source of the so-called "Great Plague".

I'm afraid it's because once the truth is told, the ancient elf kingdom, which is a beautiful symbol in various myths and legends, will collapse instantly and become an evil, terrifying, cowardly and selfish negative existence.

Presumably, Candela did not want his country to become like this in the eyes of future generations.

It is a pity that since there is no record of such a possibility in all the materials provided by the Truth Society, it is highly probable that... the survivors who knew the real truth at that time did not make any defense against Candela.

The sins of the people of this country will ultimately be borne by their king.

Lin Jie couldn't help but think of when he enlightened Candela, who kept repeating that everything was his own sin.

He was the one who went mad because of his arrogance, he was the one who slaughtered the people, and he was the one who destroyed Alfreds, so he didn't yearn for redemption, nor did he feel that he could atone for his sins, but he willingly endured the endless pain torment.

But if he has never been crazy, what is he bound, tortured, and exiled by?

Maybe... just the guilt in my heart.

As the king of this country, failing to protect this land and its people is his sin, and he blames it on his own incompetence, so he feels that he is the culprit of everything.

Or maybe for tens of thousands of years, Kendela, who was trapped in the sword, had already blurred his own memory, leaving only endless guilt, and the words from the outside world kept conveying that he was a sinner Information.

In the end, even he believed it himself.

It's so sad.

Bai Yin whispered: "'Exile' Kendela, he was trapped in the holy sword that killed him by his own obsession - the one who exiled him was actually himself all along."

Lin Jie silently summoned the holy sword from his dream, placed it across his knees, brushed his fingers over the sharp sword, and said, "But he is a good king."

The holy sword was silent, and the resentment accumulated in it for tens of thousands of years had already dissipated with Kendela's soul. What was left was just a cold weapon, and naturally there would be no response.

But the memory Candela once gave to Lin Jie boiled at this moment, and the second half of the memory that had been covered by the dark mist was instantly clear.

...

"Wang, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...the only way we can do it! If not, we have no way to fight against the darkness! We have no way..."

"Damn you! How dare you..."

"Aren't you going to watch Alfreds fall? Didn't you try it... that god in the depths of the darkness is simply irresistible. Didn't you... also failed? Oh, let's say, you You can't even see him at all."

"..."

"That's right, what we are doing now is the only way to save Alfreds!"

"My lord, you should learn to make trade-offs. In order to survive, some sacrifices are necessary. We are well aware of your kindness, but... you see, they voluntarily became test subjects for Alfreds. You can ask them Willingness, they all want to contribute their strength to the kingdom."

"Are you going to live up to their expectations?"

"Enough is enough... I'll go deep into the darkness one more time, don't say any more."

...

"King, you are back..."

"You are lying to me, why?"

"I'm sorry, ahem... Wang, have you succeeded?"

"..."

"It's okay, you don't have to blame yourself, you have done a good job... Wang, you are really a good king, but we are not good courtiers, I am sorry to let you see such an embarrassing side."

"But you are so kind that you will grant our last request."

"—Please kill us."

...

"I am the last king of Alfreds, Kendela, and I am willing to pay any price to ask for the protection of the original witches."

"Bless my scattered people... let them live."

"it is good."

...

Lin Jie closed his eyes, and the ring-shaped white mark on his wrist felt burning and tingling, which made him stretch out his hand and press that piece of skin.

This trace is the crown that Kendela gave him in the dream, and it is the symbol of the Elven King.

Gradually clear memories pieced together that period of history.

"It turned out to be like this..."

Lin Jie said in his heart: "I misunderstood Candela's officials for one thing. They really had nowhere to go, because it was not only the innocent people who were treated as lambs, but even themselves."

He thought of the huge, bloated monster that Candela saw in his memory when he returned to his royal city, asking their king to kill him in a weird tone.

"Thinking about it this way, they are actually the ones who are crazy."

"But Kendela, who has been sober from beginning to end, must have suffered so much when he swung his sword to kill them."

The imprint on Lin Jie's wrist gradually subsided, but in the end Kendela's emotional fluctuations when she committed suicide condensed into a trace of doubt.

The shelter of the original witch?

But in Kendela's memory, what descended before him was not a witch in the usual sense... but four strange things that were more deformed and twisted than that huge monster.

The voice is a normal female voice, although there is a bit of reverberation...

I don't know if it's an illusion, but one of the voices seems familiar?

Lin Jie's thoughts were wandering, and it was a bit difficult to recognize for a while. After all, there are thousands of similar voices, maybe they just resemble each other.

Hmm... In short, the price Kendela paid was that he could never tell the truth to his people, and made those elves completely believe in witches.

This was originally his plan, so naturally he agreed immediately.

But in the end, it turned into tens of thousands of years of self-torture. I don't know if he would have hesitated if he knew at the time.

Baiyin suddenly said slyly: "Kendra's mark? This is the symbol of the Elven King, and he gave it to you voluntarily. Be king."

Lin Jie twitched the corner of his mouth: "Forget it, I'm just a bookstore owner. It's okay to manage books and people? I don't want to end up with Candela."

Bai Yin's tone was gentle: "I know you are lazy."

She paused, and then said softly: "I won't show up for a while, you can swallow this dream with your own, so you can come in without a dream catcher."

Lin Jie asked in surprise, "Where are you going?"

Baiyin said: "Secret~"

Lin Jie: "..."

Bai Yin smiled and said, "But I promise, we will meet again soon."

Lin Jie still wanted to speak, but felt the cold and soft touch on his forehead, and lost his words for a moment.

...

Lin Jie opened his eyes and woke up from the dream.

The dream catcher hanging directly above quickly turned to ashes in the twilight of the morning light, and drifted away without a trace, leaving nothing behind.

He smacked his mouth and thought about it for a while, and was suddenly taken aback. That voice seemed to be very similar to Baiyin?