Cheese's figure disappeared from the bonfire. Although Elsa wanted to follow, Mona stopped her behavior. Anyone knew that the best way now was to wait for the mage to calm down and understand what was taken for granted. Carus looked at the others with a strange sneer on his lips. He gestured to his apprentice to follow, then stood up and walked away from the flames, and sat on the exposed rocks in the distance.

"Teacher, why don't we sit with them?" Jerry asked strangely, holding a small piece of rusk in his hand. It was not because of hunger, but because of his survival habits, he would always hide some food on his body for emergencies. Carus appreciated this vigilance.

"Why do we sit with them? They have never regarded us as similar, boy." The demonic expression was calm, and he couldn't hear what his words contained, "You heard what they said to the wizard just now, right?"

Jerry nodded silently and took the rusk into the small cloth bag tied around his waist. As a rat man, he did not need to wear clothes, but his shame as a human being still asked Jerry to make a bottom for himself with simple fabric. As for the top, he chose to be the same as his teacher.

"Nodding alone can't solve the problem. Tell me what you think, boy, I'm curious about what my apprentice can think of outside the idiots' words." Carus patted the apprentice's back. Thanks to the killer's exquisite power control, this encouragement did not bring any discomfort to Jerry.

"I, I think they are right." The mouse man hesitated for a long time before saying this. He looked up at his teacher, wanting to know what the Devils said about it.

The killer sneered, but not because of Jerry's answer. He continued to say in a plain voice, "That's right? Those places are right?"

"All parts. Rat men did kill many people, and without them, the Iron City would not have collapsed, and my parents would not have..." Thinking of his parents, some tears surged in Jerry's eyes. He lowered his head and wanted to wipe it with the back of his hand, but there was a long hair growing on his body. He turned his hand away from his sight in disgust and let the tears flow out of his eyes, "They must pay the price!"

Carus looked at the boy's eyes, and his tears were filled with anger and fear. The demon's eyes half closed, and the corners of his mouth sag naturally. He understood how great it was to lose his blood relatives, especially his parents. Because the first person he killed, the first person he forced to kill was his biological mother. But Carus quickly got rid of the pain, and he had found a way of peace in his heart, and would no longer be swallowed by emotions as easily as before.

"But, boy, you have to realize one thing." The killer pressed his hands on the apprentice's shoulders, "That is, now, you are also a rat man. If you think all rat man is guilty, then you are the same sin. Tell me, did you kill your parents?"

"I don't, but I, I..." Carus's words completely confused Jerry. The boy's mind could not handle this complicated question, so he could only wait for the answer helplessly.

"Listen, boy. There is a reason why the word hatred is so harsh. It is not something that can be mentioned so easily. Revenge may be justified, but it is never noble. If you let yourself fall into it and let anger and impulse think instead of yourself, you will regret it. In fact, everyone understands this principle, but when things are born in themselves, they all choose the wrong answer without hesitation. But you can't, because you are my apprentice, you must learn to control your hatred. This is yours, the first lesson."

"But we should be hated." Peg tied his length into a randomly, which means she was in a bad mood. "Look, witches, demons, rats. We are not humans, but we live in the kingdom of humans. We have all killed people, and our races, unlike humans, are carrying countless blood debts. And although some of those blood debts are self-proclaimed by humans, they will not blame their fellow races because they are all humans. Many years later, no one will remember who the culprit of the rat plague. In the history of Cangliu, we will only write about how many humans died because of rats."

"Is that so we should hate them because they hate us? No, that's not the right way." Carus said calmly.

Peg sat dejectedly on the other side of the demon, leaning weakly against the latter, "but it was the path most people chose. In the city I came to, the witch dealt with those who tried to challenge us with the cruelest punishment. Some of us, like Qili, were happy about it. But I know that I can see that although my eyes do not have the magic of Qili, I can see the fear in the eyes of those adults. They are cruel because they are afraid, they are afraid that others will not be afraid of what they will do to them later."

Carus didn't know what to say, so he didn't say anything. When the night was getting deeper and the bonfire was getting darker, the boy and the girl fell asleep in his arms. The demon looked at the starry sky and sang a song he forgot to hear from, "The wheels made of gold crushed the farmer to death; the wheels made of silver crushed the peasant woman to death; the wheels made of black iron crushed the children; the wheels made of flesh crushed the nobles; the wheels made of rice crushed the forest... Hey, the wheels made of hatred crushed us all."

On the other side, Cheese, who had walked into the ruins of the turbid current, did not hear the song of the demons. He staggered towards the depths of the ruins like running away. The mage suddenly felt that his companions were so strange. He didn't understand why when he proposed that he could save all the rats, his companions would say that. Of course, he understood how much damage the rats caused, but that was not their own voluntary, right? The things born in this country were all conspiracies arranged by others, so why didn't they understand! These were all fake! They were designed scripts!

"Because for them, the dead are real, the destroyed home is real, the lost limbs are real, the painful wounds are real... so hatred is real." The voice, unknown where it comes from, nor does it know if it exists. It came into the ears of Cheese and whispered softly.

"No, this hatred is not real. They don't understand what they should hate! They are all deceived!" The mage knelt in the ruins, holding the gravel on the ground with both hands, and even if it was cut by the sharp edge, it did not stop.

"I was deceived, an interesting point of view. Everyone has only two pairs of eyes and cannot see the whole picture of the world. Even your fellow disciples and noble gray robes are looking for answers that are only meaningful to themselves? But I just like you. It's so similar to your teacher. It's worth setting up such a big stage for you. Let me see, let me see how many new collections you can bring to me, haha..."
Chapter completed!