“Very interesting.”

The lord, who was originally stern, suddenly calmed down, and his emotions changed casually, as easy as taking off the mask from his face.

It seems that not only I was wearing a mask on my face, but the strange man in front of me was also talking to me with a mask that was invisible to the naked eye. And what's interesting is that I was wearing a physical mask that could take off and reveal my true face. The invisible mask he wore was not sure how many layers were stacked, and I didn't know which one was his real idea.

But at least I guessed it right this time, he is indeed testing my bottom line.

If I shrink in this situation, and I can easily grasp it, then I am nothing more than a reckless man, who is not worthy of equal talks at all, and there is no unknown powerful force behind me.

The wrinkles on the lord's face calmed down, and he clapped in no sincerity to express his praise, and a servant in the same gray robe walked out behind him, brought a high-back chair and placed it in front of me.

I also sat down without hesitation, tapping my fingers gently on the marble tabletop, and the collision of iron armor and stones made a crisp sound.

"Lord." I chanted the word verbally, expressing my silent protest towards his rude actions. "Although this sinner is dead, the sin he committed has not yet died, and I need an explanation."

The lord looked at me straight, silently took off the gloves he was wearing on his hands, crossed his hands in front of his chest.

"The things you and I pursue are essentially different, but I am willing to try to explain to you."

He brewed the language, as if he was considering how to start the topic gracefully and efficiently, "Do you know what the hardest goal in this wasteland is?"

For such words that set traps, I have always been unchanging to respond to changes, "I think it's... no tooth decay!"

Mr. Beaver, have you heard my answer?

The biggest trick to deal with a character with this domineering president syndrome is not to follow his pace, nor to be taken into the realm of familiarity. Only by boldly breaking the rules can he hit his weakness.

Sure enough, after being interrupted by me, the wrinkles on his face trembled quickly, but he frowned and continued: "...Do you think I am cruel? In this remote and desolate place, human life is the most valuable thing. Just a bag of wheat can buy a bunch of lives of hungry people. The people who kill today will come like weeds tomorrow, and after the rainy season, it will come all over the world."

He looked sharply at the head of the table.

"The only important thing is order! This thing that does not exist on the wasteland is the foundation of everything! I use order to make them obey orders, I use order to make them one place, I use order to make them escape the ridiculous fate of frequent internal consumption and gather into a powerful group."

I leaned back slightly and said in a steady tone: "But under your rule, it seems that everyone is not living and working in peace." I looked at the bald man with a point, "and they don't think what they are doing has any noble meaning."

The lord was still calm under my provocation, "Their lowly lives are not important. Without the constraints of order, they are just a group of headless beasts, worse than those cheetahs and lions who can hunt themselves. Not only do they do nothing, but their lives are not meaningful."

"Oh?" I signaled reasonable doubt.

"It is because the people you killed are meaningless that I will talk here calmly. What are the essential elites or members do you think they are?" He said with disdain, "I gathered them into an army to find the meaning of life for them, so that they can remove their excess energy from women, reputation, wealth, and fields, and do some sad and ridiculous tasks. No matter how much you kill, I can add and expand them in a shorter time and let them continue to die."

If what he said was true, he was no longer a leader, but a madman who regarded human life as a must. In the eyes of this pure teleologicalist, the purpose of all concepts is to prescribe in advance the existence and development of things, phenomena, and the causes and basis of their relationship. This process itself has no meaning. Whether the subordinate dies in my hands or dies in bed is no different from these "useless tools".

"That's really sad." I sneered, and silenced for three seconds at the fate of these dead. After all, they were not even bargaining chips, just a candle that would be extinguished at any time.

The lord looked at my performance and said with a expressionless face, "Look, I don't understand the sorrows and joys of people. Maybe I should start from a further distance so that I won't waste this talk."

After saying that, he showed his left hand.

This left hand was hidden behind him. Until now, I found that it was particularly dark in color, and the skin was not as bright and rosy as the skin. It only had a lifeless smell, like a delicate imitation made of rubber.

"This bionic hand was a lesson from my youth. At the beginning, I was a fledgling gunner. I didn't care about the teacher's teachings at all. My mind was full of wealth and wealth through artillery technology. It is undeniable that I had some talent in this area, but during a marching, in order to shorten the interval between firearms, I did not completely clean the barrel according to the operation."

After saying that, he was not afraid, but a look of nostalgia: "After a loud noise, most of my body was damaged in the accident of explosion, and this hand disappeared without a trace. He could only rely on medical technology to replace it with artificial limbs."

"But I have understood a truth from that day that all the results depend on the purpose of the behavior. If I want to get rich, then the explosion will come sooner or later, but sooner or later. If I can realize it, then I will sooner or later understand the knowledge I am now."

"After that, I would clean the barrel in detail every time, and even if I fired a few less shots, I even focused on dusting off the gun body during the shooting process. At this time, I had no glory and wealth in my eyes, and all I thought of was to fire this gun simply and neatly. So when others were eager to make no effort, I could always observe and break through the enemy's vital facilities and win."

"After I became the faction's leading gunner, many people tried to find out the secrets I had ever won, but were unwilling to believe my story. Because no matter how similar they were on the outside, they could not escape the influence of chaotic thoughts in their hearts, and could not really focus on loading, aiming, and firing."

Hearing this, I asked, "Did your strict requirements on the environment also originate from this experience? After all, it is not a common behavior to keep this room spotless."

The lord slightly moved his left palm, feeling the slow feedback of the nerve mechanical current, and a look of surprise appeared on his wrinkled face.
Chapter completed!