"You could have bargained with me. To be honest, I'm a little surprised."
Rasma put away her smile slightly and said.
"But that is undoubtedly testing your bottom line. I have my purpose."
Constantine pretended to be mysterious and said.
It is true that this guy Constantine has some goals.
For example, "If you want to get more benefits, don't directly reach the other party's bottom line" and "If what you want to do is destined to offend the other party, then you must get the maximum benefit."
When facing Rasma, he obviously chose the former!
If he thought that the gain this time was enough to make up for the consequences of offending Rasma to death, then he would not hesitate at all.
Although most of Constantine's actions appear to be very selfish and cruel, and mixed with a strong sense of despicability that cannot be erased!
But this guy’s position is undoubtedly on the side of mankind!
It's just that many times others don't know whether they should believe Constantine.
After all, it would be dangerous to believe what he did.
It's just that Constantine rarely seems to live up to the heavy responsibility he carries.
"It feels very uncomfortable to deal with you. If we were in the sanctuary, I probably wouldn't give you a chance to speak."
After Rasma hesitated for a moment, a smile broke out on her face again.
"This is not a place of refuge, so I am useful. And my usefulness is not small."
Constantine also showed a smile, but it was a bit flattering.
"I'm not looking forward to our next meeting with you at all, but you can leave now.
As for the reward, you can go to those barbarians and tell them that Rasma gave you a favor in exchange for your reward."
Rasma said calmly.
As for what Rasma's favor can be exchanged for from the barbarians, that is Constantine's business!
It's just a favor, and barbarians don't pay much attention to this favor.
But it is more than enough to exchange it for Constantine for a piece of equipment from the past.
"I'll take the first step, Lord Rasma.
If anything good happens in the future, I will remember you."
Constantine stood up and after cleaning the dust off his body, he spoke.
He noticed something unusual here. Normally, the soul would not be contaminated with dust or anything like that.
This place is obviously not just any place!
Rasma just looked at Constantine without any response!
Of course, Rasma did some tricks. He put a little bit of his own ashes on Constantine's soul...
The effect of this thing is very simple to say, just like other Nephalem knowing the location of others through breath perception.
It's just that Rasma's approach made it impossible for others to avoid Rasma's perception even if they restrained their aura.
This also only works on Rathma.
After all, Rathma should be the only necromancer in this place now.
Constantine left here in the way he most often used when he was a necromancer.
Only then did Rasma retract her gaze.
He just sat quietly in this deserted place, seeming to be mourning something.
"My...brother, although you are not completely dead, it is true that I am the only one who still exists."
Rasma's tone was particularly gentle, with a hint of reluctance and a bit of attachment.
When the first ancestors forged the other first generation Nephalem into the World Stone, Rathma was not selected.
It wasn't because he wasn't powerful enough at the time, but simply because he was the smallest of the original Nephalem.
Among the first generation Nephalem, it was not that they had no feelings for each other!
They made sacrifices, but left behind their first ancestor as a forger and their youngest and most favored brother.
Rasma didn't hate anything, he had long thought that this day would come.
But after what happened, Rasma still had trouble suppressing her feelings.
"Forget it, the Nephalem's ending is his own choice.
You just chose to sacrifice, just like my other brothers and sisters.
Even brother Vasily, who only had a human will left in the end, approved of your plan.
What’s the difference between then and now?”
Rasma said to herself.
Pain? Who can live in this world without suffering?
Rasma was in pain, but he was used to this pain.
In countless years, Rasma was never alone.
He taught many students, and heroes were born among his students.
But no one really understands what Rasma is like.
He is in pain all the time and lonely all the time!
Rasma's eyes were staring into the distance, her eyes empty.
He probably knows the feeling of loneliness better than any other Nephalem.
The first ancestors also slept alone.
But Rasma never slept, and they held on for a future that seemed illusory.
This was true even before the nephalem created a scale for time.
The Nephalem's long life had long since become a source of pain.
"My brother, who will be next?
Is it me?"
Rasma said suddenly, as if the first generation ancestor was by his side at this moment.
Rasma's figure looked particularly lonely, and he began to miss his past.
When he was still a child, he could ask for a hug from his mother without any hindrance.
You can ask for rewards from your reticent father.
You can listen to interesting stories surrounded by your brothers and sisters.
Rasma's support until now has never been a sense of responsibility, but the love he once had but had to lose.
Rasma often thinks about why Mephisto, who represents hatred, hates!
He even keeps arranging the love and hatred of Mephisto, the protagonist, in his own heart.
Is there no love without a reason? Or is there no hate without a reason?
At this time, Rasma didn't even know that he had gone crazy without him noticing.
The world after madness has no self-awareness.
Rasma thought he needed to cry loudly at this time, but he couldn't open his mouth to cry after several attempts.
He wanted to hold back his tears again, but under his cold appearance he couldn't stop them.
Maybe Rasma just takes her life a little too seriously.
"Father, you should have foreseen my present situation when I was born.
I want to hear you speak now and hear you talk about my future."
To be continued...