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Chapter 545 My road ends here

Even under the heavy surveillance of Alaire and others, Prince Mulla, or King Mulla, as a puppet, still managed to get the opportunity to visit Belfan.

In the small study room, the air was extremely hot and stuffy. King Mulla looked like a king. It seemed that even if he was treated as a puppet, Alaire and others would not dare to treat him badly in terms of appearance.

Finally seeing the teacher he had not seen for a long time, King Mulla burst into tears. He was so excited that he lost all strength. He knelt down, hugged the teacher's thigh, and sobbed like a child.

Compared to the extremely excited King Mulla, Belfan looked extremely calm. When King Mulla stepped into the study, his eyes were slightly excited, but then it calmed down. He slowly helped up the fallen Mulla. Wang, led him to sit down on the bench.

"Teacher, teacher, they stabbed my father to death. I will not forget it, I will not forget it..."

King Mulla repeated "I will not forget" several times. That bloody banquet was still etched in his heart.

"It's just that now I have to obey them, publicly declare that my father is a tyrant, and put on a show of hatred at all times."

Belfan stopped his disciple's painful voice and his eyes trembled constantly. He felt the same and said:
"Play your part well, Mulla. There's nothing you can do now."

King Mulla nodded quickly and continued:
"Heris, praise the wise Heris,
If He hadn't appeared and extinguished the fire, Alaire would not have let me take the throne so early.

I once heard that he wanted to murder me, but the appearance of Helis deterred these young people from openly seeking power and usurping the throne. They were afraid of Helis's punishment.

This situation is good for me. They are keeping me under strict supervision now and treating me as a puppet. But when they slowly let down their guard, I will have control over the power sooner or later.

Teacher, I heard that they stopped your research because they want to liquidate all the forces related to your father. Soon, they will try you. "

When he heard the word "trial", Belfan's pupils shrank slightly.

Having been in contact with Alaire and others for a long time, even if he is a puppet, King Mulla has learned a lot of gossip, and his credibility is extremely high.

Seeing the teacher's reaction, King Mulla quickly said:

"Don't be afraid, teacher. You have always stayed away from politics. They will never sentence you to a felony. The most they can do is expel you from the royal city. Your life will hardly be in danger.

Teacher, when I take power, I will take you back. At that time, I will fully support you in continuing your research. Teacher, you must hold on until then. "

Facing his disciple's extremely sincere words, Belfan's eyes did not regain hope, but instead became far more lonely than before.

King Mulla noticed something strange about his teacher. He quickly held back his tears, shook his teacher's shoulders and said:
"Teacher, teacher, what's wrong, don't you believe me? I swear by Helis..."

Before King Mulla could finish speaking, Belfan said:

“No need to swear.

Mulla, I have no doubt that you will take back your power. "

Having said this, Belfan paused and said softly:
"But my journey has reached this point and it's time to stop."

King Mulla was stunned. He couldn't react for a moment. What happened to the teacher? Is this still the high-spirited teacher he once was?He raised his eyes tremblingly and realized that Belfan seemed to have grown much older all of a sudden.

Mulla didn't know how to describe the Belfan in front of him.

He... was like... an old man who was used to seeing all kinds of things in life.

Life, knowledge, and emotions have all lost their meaning in his eyes. The only thing he hopes and waits for is a peaceful afterlife.

"What's wrong with you?" Mulla looked at him and asked in a daze.

"I...there's nothing wrong with me, I think, that's it,"

Belfan paused, as if saying goodbye, and said with a smile:
"It's time to end."

Mulla grabbed Belfan's shoulders and he said quickly:
"Teacher, what do you want to do?"

Belfan did not answer him directly.

The alchemist stood up from the bench, unhurriedly pulled out a book from the bookshelf, and put it in Mulla's hand. It was a collection of poems. Belfan slowly opened a certain page. .

Prince Mulla looked down, his hands shaking even more.

There is a sentence written in the book:
[Death is a beauty, how can I not pursue it? 】

The apprentice was trembling all over. He raised his head and found that the weak sunlight of the setting sun was shining on Belfan's body. In the floating dust, stood a ragged soul.

"The sages of the past said: At the end of your life, you should drink bitter wine."

The scholar turned his head sideways, and the sunlight left traces on his withered collarbone. He opened his mouth, as if he had a thousand words to say, but then, all he blurted out was a sound that sounded like rust falling off,

"We are so sad."

This is the pain of the forerunners.

I want to find a way out, but I can't see a way out.

I want to be detached, but there are constraints in all directions.

Mulla trembled all over. He understood the teacher's choice. The newly crowned king knelt down and hugged the teacher's legs with all his strength, trying to keep them. He kept wailing, and there was only lingering feeling in his heart. of sadness.

But Belfan gently pushed the king's hand away, and the alchemist slowly walked to the window, with his back to his apprentice. He was filled with afterglow, and he followed him to look at the resurrected city, with large ruins spread out among the ashes. Broken arms, buildings that survived the fire were dotted here and there, crowds like ants gathered in the streets, and long rivers extended into the orange mist. He looked at the city. One day, it would be reborn. Back in Mulla's hands, and far grander than before the fire.

The "Book of Mechanics", the path of divine creation, and various technologies will all be the cornerstone of this city.

Looking at the city, Belfan pondered for a long time and finally spoke,

"You will witness a great era, an era of change. You will see countless abuses and stigmas on me, and you will also see the lingering praise and admiration when the truth is revealed."

His disciples said in fear:
"No, no, don't do that."

The scholar just smiled.

"When the trajectory of the stars undergoes drastic changes, a new era has completely arrived."

Belvan still had his back to him,
"You will witness this,
but I,

will know nothing,

My path ends here. "

(End of this chapter)