After learning that the Secret War was a complete hoax, Nathaniel stopped meeting the public.

until today.

Nethanil's appearance was much worse than before. His decent clothes were no longer good, and his whole person was scrawled, as if he had aged many years.

The emotion of sadness lingered in his mind. Every time he thought about everything about the Secret War, he would feel an inexplicable sense of betrayal. But when he really raised his sword for revenge, he didn't know where to swing it.

Confused and confused, like a ghost who doesn't know where to go.

"I have repeated this many times, Deputy Director Nathaniel."

The roaring sound sounded from the darkness. The crowd did not use any virtual images to face Nethaniel, and moved their real and ugly postures out of the darkness.

"After voting by the successive directors, everyone decided to deliver Xilin's body to the King's Secret Sword."

A judgment-like voice sounded, and Nathaniel clenched his fists involuntarily.

They were like a huge mountain of flesh. From a distance, it looked like a mountain in a nightmare. The flesh was twisted and deformed, and seemed to be pieced together from fragments of various animals and human bodies.

The surface of the meat mountain is inlaid with countless masks. Each mask has a different expression, from a gentle smile to a ruthless expression, and there are also some creepy and ferocious expressions. These masks seem to be constantly changing.

, displaying their shocking magic power in a serious way.

It seems to have no real head and limbs, and its surface is covered with dark mechanical cables. The cables extend from the inside outwards, penetrating the monster's biological flesh. Along with the beating of the heart and the circulation of blood, the cables are like vines.

Every part of the monster is tightly controlled and constantly squirming.

"No……"

Nathaniel was unwilling to accept this reality. He felt that not only had he been betrayed, but that everything he had given had also become a joke due to the decisions of others.

"How could you do this!"

Nathaniel said loudly that Xilin's body was their trophy, a miserable trophy. If he wanted to stop the determination of the others, he could only do it here, at this moment.

Since the birth of the One, it has been under absolutely strict protection, and no one has ever been able to harm it.

Nathaniel glared at everyone. This monster seemed to be the nightmare of the creator, born in the darkness. It constantly devoured everything around it, turning everything covered by it into a part of itself.

"Deputy Director Nathaniel, you are a little out of control. Everyone advises you to stay rational."

"reason?"

Nathaniel seemed to have heard a joke, "In the Secret War, so many deaths were just for such inexplicable things..."

"Any attack against the public will be regarded as treason."

The voices of the crowd were still cold, "According to the guidelines established by the first generation director, the crowd will be given the power to fight back."

A rumbling sound resounded from the bodies of the people, and Nathaniel felt the temperature rise suddenly, as if a volcanic furnace was erupting inside the bodies of the people.

The darkness dissipated, and more huge bodies came into Nathaniel's eyes.

Nathaniel suddenly had an inexplicable idea that he might not be able to win against the others.

The anger grew stronger.

"You say I'm a betrayer, then who are you?" Nathaniel couldn't figure it out, "The secret war, and what's happening now, are these the best solutions derived from some bullshit exhaustive method!"

"You are the betrayer! All of you!"

Everyone was silent for a moment, the roar in its body weakened, and the rising temperature also stopped.

"They want to tell a story, a very short story."

As the crowd spoke, they hid in the darkness again. Nathaniel could no longer see it, but then he heard clear footsteps, and a strange yet familiar figure walked out of the darkness.

He was a taciturn man. He looked a little thin, but his muscles were tight and had an indescribable strength. His shallow wrinkles were tightly knitted and polished by the years.

His clothes are simple, unfashionable and sharp. A casual black robe is draped on him, almost blending into the darkness. The only decoration is an exquisite brooch made of ruby. The ruby ​​emits crystal clear light.

Shining with its unique brilliance.

Nathaniel remembered this man. In his life, this was the second time he had seen this man. The last time he saw him was at the inauguration ceremony of his deputy director.

The two met only a few times, but Nathanil was not a stranger to this man. His name had already been engraved in Nathanil's soul, and everything that the Bureau of Order was doing was based on the land he had laid.

"Director Albert."

Nathaniel knew clearly that it was an illusory shadow constructed by everyone, but he still lowered his head slightly to show respect for this legendary existence.

"It's been so long, Nathaniel."

Albert was smiling, and his frowning brows revealed deep thoughts. Even if it was just a phantom, he stood in front of Nathaniel, still as indestructible as an ancient castle.

"I wonder why this is..."

Nathaniel was in great pain, "My friends, the people I love, they thought they died for honor, but now it seems that they are just ridiculous lies."

Albert's expression did not change at all. His temperament was profound and intriguing, as if there was an unknown power lurking deep down, making people involuntarily awe.

"You know the history of the Alfred family. Like the Clax family, we also made great contributions in the Dawn War that defeated the Eternal Night Empire."

"What does this have to do with all this?"

"Listen to me, Nathaniel, listen to me."

Nathaniel is like a believer seeking salvation, and Albert is the priest who listens to his confession. His expression is arrogant and calm, and he looks at the things in front of him thoughtfully.

Even if he is just a phantom.

He is like an ancient and mysterious legend, standing in the long river of time, feeling the baptism of time, but still sticking to his beliefs and dogma in the wind and rain until the last second.

"The hatred between the Alfredo family and the Evernight Empire existed long before the Dawn War. At that time, my family was fragile and my ancestors were hiding to avoid conflict with the Evernight Empire.

But there is one person among them who is arrogant and thinks very highly of himself. He is so arrogant that he spurns others for their retreat and scolds their timidity. If no one stands up, he will fight against the Eternal Night Empire by himself.

.

For this reason, he raised an army. He thought he could defeat the Eternal Night Empire... even if they captured a province, but when they conquered the first city, their entire army was wiped out.

The Eternal Night Empire was far more powerful than he imagined. All his friends were dead, but he survived alone. He realized his weakness, so he hid in his family and lived peacefully, never talking about destruction again.

The words of the Eternal Night Empire."

Albert asked, "Do you think his life is a joke? Does everything he does have meaning?"

Nathaniel didn't answer, but his eyes said everything.

Albert then asked, "So... Nathaniel, do you think what you did in Secret War was a joke? Does it have any meaning?"

Nathaniel was stunned for a moment. He noticed the ridicule in Albert's words. This bastard was ravaging his blood and pain.

Albert ignored Nathaniel's reaction and continued, "If the story ends here, it is indeed a complete joke, a sad joke."

"But his story is not over."

Albert approached Nathaniel and put his hands on his shoulders. It was obviously just an illusory shadow, but Nathaniel felt full weight from his shoulders, as if he was holding up a mountain.

"To be precise, the story of Alfred's family and the stories of mortals are not over.

His life as a joke was not meaningless. After his death, his son, his grandson, and among his countless generations of descendants, one person heard his story, and other people in the family

, when he saw him as a joke, that person was instead inspired by him and the stories of his ancestors."

Albert said softly, "That man was my grandfather. Later, during the Dawn War a hundred years ago, he exposed the Night Clan to the sun, and the torture lasted for seven days and seven nights."

Nathaniel felt his heartbeat stopped for a moment.

"My grandfather inspired me again, and I established the Bureau of Order, and in the long years after my death, I continued to survive in this weird way."

Albert held Nathaniel's face pitifully and declared.

"Nathaniel, your, your friends, everyone's sacrifice is not a joke, just like the wings of a butterfly flapping gently, your achievements will eventually lead to a great cause, but it is too far away, so far away that none of you can see it.

It’s impossible to predict or predict.”

Nathaniel fell into absolute silence. At this moment, the concept of time seemed to be blurred. In the short moment of thinking, it seemed that thousands of years had passed.

"Blind, even paranoid trust," Nathaniel said quietly, "This is Regulation 1."

"You will know the answer to everything...after you die, after your brain and thoughts join us."

Albert asked, "Do you have any questions?"

"She...does she know that all this is a lie?" Nathaniel burst into tears. "Does she know that this ridiculous sacrifice is just for victory someday in the distant future?"

"I know," a cold voice sounded in the darkness, "My only regret is that I didn't say goodbye to you in person, which makes me feel very guilty."

The woman walked out of the darkness, her slender figure showing wonderful curves and elegant posture, her skin as white as ivory, clean and flawless, as if it was about to emit a shimmer.

A long white dress slowly hangs down the body, made of fine and soft silk. The dress is gorgeous but not luxurious, exuding an aura of nobility and elegance.

She appeared in the most familiar and perfect posture in Nathaniel's memory.

Nathaniel looked at her, even if it was just a phantom, it calmed all the restlessness in his heart.

"Young, Nathaniel."

Seeing Nathaniel's appearance, the woman couldn't help laughing, "Even now, I can't believe that such an unruly guy like you could be tamed by me."

Those are a pair of beautiful and deep eyes that make people unable to bear to look away. The soft light shines in her eyes, revealing wisdom and calmness, as if no worries can disturb her inner peace.

"You don't need to tame me," Nathaniel walked towards her, "I took the initiative to surrender to you."
To be continued...