~： The fifth year story 037, the wrong memory

"what------!"

Walnut couldn't listen anymore and screamed loudly. Dai Lao glared at her, turned his head, and looked at Zat indignantly.

"This is what you did? The moment of mercy brought in the hungry wolf who was like a demon leaning over. As a result, 3,000 lives were destroyed in one go?!"

Zart lowered his head, despite Dai Lao's scolding, he never said a word. Because he knew that he had done something wrong, he was scolded twice by the young master, which was considered minor.

(Ouch~~~ It’s like being bent over by a demon, and heading to the slaughter city with less than 50 combat power? Strange, when did I bend over that stupid boy? Hey, human boy, I have been bent over him Do you? Although I don’t mind putting this blood debt on my head, we also want to show facts when we are a demon, and it is reasonable~~~ I do it and I will never be a rascal. I did it. ………………Forget it, as it is I did it.)

The idiot lowered his head and glanced coldly at his right arm. The scarlet light in the chain also looked at the idiot with a mocking look. It wasn't until Zat over there began to speak again that the red light disappeared.

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"The massacre at that time...I can't help feeling soft when I think about it now."

Gaia's voice trembled as he looked at his callous hands.

"Although I kept telling myself, it did no harm to me. On the contrary, the Bucks Empire slaughtered 250,000 people in Ash City and killed the princess. As a knight of the black dragon, I really should let them pay for it."

"I keep telling myself that I am killing the enemy, and I keep reminding myself that breaking those villagers with a refreshing blow is the greatest kindness I can give. I keep telling myself that what I do is right, I don’t need to have Any psychological burden. But...but..."

He looked at his hands, the pupils of his eyes dilated, and his hands began to tremble slowly.

"But... I still killed... Without any hesitation... Without any hesitation... Let the blood obliterate my sanity and put all my attention on the massacre..."

"In this way... I completed the massacre... with my own hands..."

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"He is like a demon possessed."

Zart described the miserable conditions in the Seabird Harbor, telling how the sky full of black scavengers pecking at the dead bodies under the scarlet moonlight. Walnut blindfolded her ears in fear and dared not listen anymore. An hurriedly stepped forward and gently hugged the princess, comforted her, and made her feel less afraid.

"Ah...When he fled to me, I had persuaded him to give up the sword and live his life as an ordinary person. Unfortunately, my persuasion was still invalid after all."

"On the night after he slaughtered the seabird harbor, he seemed to have the consciousness of one thing and two. After drugging me, he immediately led his men into the mayor’s mansion and sent my soldiers He killed all of them. Then, he killed my daughter’s husband again, imprisoned me and Kena separately, held each other under threats, and threatened us as we used to run Yinjuan Town, without any flaws. Although some townspeople suspected it before , But fortunately no one really put the suspicion into action. It was also at this time that I got the news that the princess was about to visit. Gaia Kan, who was right about this, arranged everything."

"The kid is crazy."

Zat shook his head regretfully, sighed, and continued: "Even though he still looks calm, I can't guess how strong his anger is. How will he go in the future, even me? I can't see it..."

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"Anyway, when this matter is over, I will kill the old Zat."

After telling the long story, Gaia finally let out a long sigh, ending with this sentence. When he said this, he could see that his eyes were serious. As long as possible, as long as Zat really appeared in front of him now, he would definitely slaughter this person who harmed him with one sword.

This is also the only thing that a young little bread can vaguely feel.

"Huh..................I'm sorry, I let you listen to so much nonsense."

Gaia smiled slightly, his expression slowing down again. He stood up and stretched. At this moment, the snow outside the window stopped. He walked to the window and opened it, letting the cool air enter the slightly sultry room.

"Okay! I've spent too much time here. Now I should go back to work, too. Little girl, don't you give me away?"

Bun was stunned for a moment, and finally, she shook her head sharply. Flick the hair left and right. Gaia just laughed at this scene and walked to the door. But when he came to the door, he hadn't pushed the door to go out...

"Ah, yes."

Gaia turned, walked to the side table, picked up a water glass and poured a glass of water. Then, he took a medicine bottle from his arms and poured out two small yellow pills from it.

"Woo...silly beep?"

Bun crossed his head and looked at it, his face full of doubt.

Gaia smiled at her and swallowed the medicine into his stomach while grabbing the water. Seeing that Little Bread was still looking at him, he shook the medicine bottle with a smile on his mouth.

"This thing can make me stronger~~~ Although I used to be strong, I am not a person who can be worthy of the Vatican. But now, I can use it. It all depends on it. Credit."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?

Gaia laughed again. He laughed very heartily and very happy. It's like playing around in the orphanage with his unrelated brothers and sisters. After this burst of laughter, he finally left the room, closed the door.

"……………………"

Isolated from the light behind, Gaia leaned back against the door in the dark aisle.

The smile on his face just now appeared, but now it all disappeared.

The man squeezed the medicine bottle in his hand and stared at it stubbornly.

Staring at...

Look at...

Pinch...

No words, no changes. That's how he kept playing with the medicine bottle, making it rattle.

Wow... Wow... Wow...

The sound of the pills colliding with each other resounded like thunder in the lightless walkway.

Ten minutes.

In these ten minutes, he was like a sculpture. And ten minutes later...

Medicine was stuffed into his arms.

The filling of the sharp eyes is no longer a joke.

He took a step forward and squeezed the Vatican on his waist tightly with his left hand...

Toward the pitch-black corridor without the slightest luster.

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