Chapter 671: Discussion 2

Chapter 671: Discussion 2

Chapter 671: Discussion 2

“Or a mortal was never meant to and can never survive the journey of a god, hence their death!” Fernand reasoned with his friend who nodded, welcoming the idea.

“Who knows for sure, both of them might be right. Still, unless a mortal really accomplishes the journey, then even if it takes a million or billion years, there will always be someone who wants to know the truth about the gods.

It’s an undying curiosity, one set up by the very first sighting...”

“And one that must be effectively curbed, don’t you agree?” Fernand said, walking to him at the table as Zeras raised an eyebrow at him.

“That’s my point. It can’t be curbed. Even if it takes a hundred or billion or billion years, there will always be someone who wants to know.

And here is something about a man. The more you deny him of something, the more he wants it.

If you deny a man his wills, it will only grow bigger and bigger and sooner or later, it will either be the reason why he prospers or his eventual unsurprising death.

Men of your caliber should more than know that...” Zeras replied to them.

It was something anyone at a sufficient age knows to know already.

He had been denied strength ever since he was little, and that was one of the reasons why he is now strong.

He had been continuously denied a place to call home, and that was why he had to go out, willing to leave behind a life of eternal peace and comfort just to get it.

The more a wish is pinned down, the more brightly it burns. Sometimes, one can reign in that feeling, but sometimes, some wishes just can’t be reigned down no matter what.

I fought to know the reason from the so-called god to the best of my ability, but all I got was a dozen years of injuries that still affect me to this day.

Your father’s selfish decision created a scar for my heart and my body, and a scar for your mother’s heart and her life.

He died unjustly, and the so-called god doesn’t even care about him, not even remembering him at all.

I see you walking in the same path, Felicie, and I swear by my last breath, not even a god will make me see that scene repeat itself!” Baltimore said, his determination unwavering, and immediately he turned his gaze to the side, towards Zeras.

“The snow has gone down now, you can leave, and there’s no need to repay us back...”

Without much ado or quarrel back, Zeras simply rose up from his seat, tipping his head at them, before moving out the door and shutting it close.

Right now, the snow was thicker than ever, but he blazed through it, his back quickly fading away into the world of white.

“You! You chased him away under the heavy snow. What type of man are you?”

“Not a word more, Felicie Anderson! Off to sleep!” Baltimore yelled out loud to her, as Felicie’s nails dug into her palms, her teeth grinding hard against each other.

“I wish I never had an uncle like you...” she yelled out in frustration before storming into her room, shutting the door tightly. A moment later, the sounds of stifled sobs soon rang out from within.

“Come here, Balth, come, come calm your mind...” Fernand said to him, as Baltimore walked to his friend, who passed him the cigar cigarette puff. Taking the cigarette puff, he took an especially large inhale of it.

“She would never understand, Fernand. The pain of losing a brother. It stings my soul till now, Fernand! It stings really hard, even more than a dozen swords being dipped into my body....”

“I was there, Baltimore. I know well how it stings. Don’t you worry about it. We will pull through this, just like we have always been...” Fernand comforted, both men drowning in the solace offered by the cigarettes...