winter era

Chapter 77 The Last Kindness
"……Eh?"

Lying on the hospital bed, the Lightning Knight Salarte suddenly felt a blur in front of his eyes.When he woke up, the surging flame in his heart had gathered back at some point, turning into a little emotion.

When did you see yourself so openly?He is obviously stubborn to die for the things he likes, what happened this time?The Thunder Knight, who had always been very clear about his stubbornness, looked at the two cuddling each other on the hospital bed in surprise, and then looked at his calloused palm.It was as if he was convinced that something had happened to his mood.

But at that strange moment, it seemed that he really saw something away in that moment of stupefaction.The heart-piercing pain seemed to have been transmitted several years ago. Apart from the natural melancholy and appreciation for beautiful things in his heart, he couldn't produce any negative emotions.It was as if he recognized the two people in front of him, without feeling any discomfort or pain at all.It's as if the emotion called love has been completely removed from my mind.

"Could it be that I really realized something? Something is wrong?"

Lightning Knight muttered in disbelief, and carefully walked out of the hospital bed without making any noise.

Again, this behavior does not include any romantic and sensual elements.It's simply because his self-cultivation does not allow him to make too much noise when the lady is sleeping.This kind of emotion made Leiguang Knight puzzled.

Maybe it's really open.Because I was too stimulated in an instant, I cut through my own confusion.And after all, what behavior did I do before?That's voyeurism, right?He would secretly record the woman's behavior pattern and then go to the spot little by little.How crazy did I have to be to forget about chivalry?
After getting out of the hospital bed and reflecting on his behavior, Lei Guang Knight subconsciously wanted to cover his face and delete all those bad memories.From the perspective of a bystander, his knight's behavior can be regarded as completely ruined.Peeping, stalking, behavior recording, this kind of dirty behavior has always been despised by well-educated Thunder Knights.But now this kind of thing happened to me without realizing it, this kind of blind emotion is simply terrible.

"I'm sorry, beautiful lady, I'm extremely ashamed of my behavior, I hope you can forgive me for my recklessness. I think I may have been deceived by witchcraft at that time, so I did the dirty behavior that shamed the Lord. Hope you can understand……"

In order not to disturb the lady's sleep, Salart lifted the knight's sword beside the bed and stroked his chest softly, apologizing.Seeing that the young master Rost on the hospital bed showed signs of waking up, Salart coughed subconsciously.He hurriedly lifted his training long sword, regardless of the injuries on his body, and prepared to leave the medical room.

But when he opened the door, the knight suddenly found a man in black robe standing outside the door.His thin body seemed to be blown away by a gust of wind, with a gloomy face on top.The shadow of Salart holding the training sword was reflected in the gray-black pupils.Looking at the burning eyes, the young knight judged that he should be looking for him.So he gently closed the door behind him as much as possible so as not to wake the two of them from their sleep, and then stretched out his palm to the waiting man in black.

"We shouldn't be talking in front of a patient's room, sir. I don't know why you're looking for me, but I think we should find a quiet place to talk. The patient is always the priority. What do you think?" Woolen cloth?"

"No, it's just a few words, there's no need to do so many things."

The man in black waved his hand rudely and said impatiently.

"You are the Salarte knight, right?"

"That's right, you..."

Salart responded softly, looking at the man in black in front of him in confusion, not knowing what to do.After all, it was the first time he had seen such a person who ignored all rules and etiquette as he had always followed the spirit of chivalry.

Correspondingly, ignoring all rules and etiquette means rushing to the point very quickly.The thin man in black robe took out a weapon that Salart was particularly familiar with from his arms and handed it to him.Displeasure was written on the face that seemed to be completely covered by shadows, but he still stubbornly pointed the end of the sword hilt at the astonished Salarte.

"Your master Alexander. Andreessen has died in this school. This is his relic."

Almost stabbing it hard, the man in the black robe directly stuffed the silver gun sword that looked clean and flawless into Salart's arms, and said in a somewhat irritable voice: "Your master is a very great person. Remember your master's teachings."

Salart took the silver gun sword almost as if he was sleepwalking, and looked at the black-robed man with a rather tangled expression in front of him in disbelief.As a knight, he naturally knew very well whether what the man in front of him said was true.But he just felt unreal, like the daze in the medical room stripped him of all normal human emotion.

"Master Alexander, is he... happy to go?" The voice was calmer than he expected, and he didn't have any over-reactions. He just gently stroked the gun sword that could reflect his face, and pointed at the black-robed peer. asked quietly.

"I don't think he was very happy when he left." The young man in the black robe scratched his head in some trouble.

"After all, his wish has not been fulfilled. It is normal to be unhappy when he dies."

"...Really. I see."

The anger that should have flowed like magma could only gradually calm down in reason.Salart even felt that all his spirit had been taken away by that moment of stupor.There is no sadness or anger, just peace.

The young knight nodded to the man in black in front of him, and put the sword in his hand into his arms.Looking at the thin face of the young man in black robe as if to confirm something, he let out a deep breath.Then he said in a very affirmative tone: "I think I should become very angry, but I didn't... The person who killed Master Alexander was you, right?"

The person in front of him would not lie, nor would he bother to lie.Salart believed in the man in front of him, just as he believed that he was a murderer.Although there was no evidence or logic, he knew that the man in front of him was a murderer.That fatal premonition was like a prophecy carved in his blood, firmly locked on the very young man in black robe in front of him.All thoughts and muscles were frantically directed at the man in black.

Facing Salart's accusation, the young man in the black robe shrugged without hesitation.As if this accusation had been expected by him, his gray-black eyes were filled with an indifference that was far calmer than Salarte's.

"What you said is not wrong, that is, I killed your godfather, Alexander Andreessen."

The man in black admitted without hesitation.

Disdainful of concealment and lying, the person who readily admitted his crime made Salart hold his forehead in distress.

"I will try to kill you in the future." Since the enemies are all upright, it always feels a little wrong to shrink back.Salart also corrected his attitude, and said seriously to the man in black robe in front of him.

"I will kill you in the future. Although I have no way to defeat you now, I don't even know how you defeated my godfather. But I will kill you in the future. I will spare no effort to exercise my strength, I I will join the organization that my godfather used to exist, and I will use my whole life to hunt down and frame you. Are you ready?"

"You can try it anyway, young man. It would be great if you could kill me. I believe that most people in this world will cheer for your act." Facing the oath to kill, the man in black There was a hint of joy and relief in his eyes, and he gave his blessing to the young knight who swore to kill him without hesitation.Expressing his strong mentality that he is not afraid of anyone's challenge at all.He even expects others to challenge and surpass his mentality.

"I will wait for you, young knight. I will wait for the day when you kill me with a silver blunderbuss sword. But please remember, there is no way for mere human beings to defeat me. If you want to kill me For me, it’s best to be prepared not to be a human being.” The black-robed man spoke comforting words to the knight in front of him with a very serious attitude.

"Pure human beings have their limits. Your godfather is a very pure man. I admire him, but I am also afraid of him. But he didn't beat me, even if I was seriously injured. If you really want to If you want to kill me, then turn into a monster. Become a monster that transcends all moral spirit. Only in this way can you have the opportunity to challenge me. I will wait for you to take my life at any time, this is My promise to your godfather."

"This kind of chivalry really makes people speechless. I even feel like I want to defend your actions." Saraerte looked at the arrogant man in black in front of him with some melancholy, feeling a little emotional Said: "I think if there is no deep hatred between us, we may be a very good pair of friends?"

"That kind of thing is impossible. Because you are human, and you are only human. It is impossible for human beings to communicate with other races on an equal footing."

The man in black shook his head, denying the knight's fantasy.

"By the way, let me tell you a piece of free information. The organization your godfather belongs to is called Paradise, and it is a mage organization. If you work harder, it is possible to get in touch with the periphery. They are very proficient in transformation technology, you can consider it. Although this organization It has been included in my must-kill list, but I don't think you will care about it."

"That's really a pity... Thank you very much for your information, I will work hard to kill you. Thank you for your strength to keep my spirit calm. This will be a treasure in my life." Salarte clearly I understand who my calmness is because of.So he bowed to the man in black robe, turned around and prepared to leave this dreary corridor of the medical room.However, he suddenly stopped halfway, and asked the man in black who was about to open the door as if he had just thought of something.

"Then what's your name? I can't possibly seek revenge on someone who doesn't have a name?"

"Kaos."

The man named Kaos showed a cold smile at Salarte.

"Chief of the Mages of the North, the Nameless One, one of the Great Wizards of the Imperial Mages, and the Speaker of Death. Chaos Nicholas. This is the name of your lifelong enemy. Sharpen your sword and prepare to kill what this name represents Strength."

"I can do it."

The knight saluted again, turned and left without hesitation.

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