"This is because there is desire. Once there is desire, even the noble guild of the undead will fall into the mortal world and become as fragile as ordinary people. The guild today is no longer the guild before, and almost everyone has forgotten death.
The true meaning of the existence of the Spiritual Guild is that it has become an organization where a group of self-righteous magicians gather to seek personal gain. But this is inevitable. As long as people are alive, they will have desires. In the final analysis, no matter who they are, they are just
He lives in this world driven by his own desires. No matter what a person does or thinks, the root cause is just two words: desire. That is the source of human power, and also the source of pain and vulnerability.
"
"It seems that you are not uncomfortable staying here. I have been worried that you are in pain because you are trapped here." The Marquis looked at the lich and smiled lightly.
The Lich's face did not move at all, but a hoarse voice came out from his throat: "From the moment a person is born, desire is accompanied by pain. For me, there is no concept of pain, because I have not even had desire for a long time.
Already."
"If you don't have desire, then what is the purpose of everything you do?"
"Because I believe. I believe in everything I have done, and I believe that my goal will eventually be achieved." The Lich remained as motionless as a statue, and the unpleasant voice seemed to come from the small room itself. "I believe in fate."
"It's a pity that you can't do anything now. Do you still believe it?"
"Believe. What I believe will happen will definitely happen. What is destined will never change." A pair of will-o'-wisps flashed in the Lich's eyes and fell on the Marquis' face. "What about you? What you did
What is the reason for everything? You sealed me in this place and took great pains to become the acting guild leader. I know that it is not because of your own desires. Tell me, what are you doing for?"
The Marquis looked at the Lich. Although he was over forty years old, his face was still handsome, and the look deep in his eyes could still captivate any woman. But Vidnina's face was full of dead muscles and eye sockets.
The rolling will-o'-the-wisps can make it difficult for those who are timid to look closely. These two completely different faces and eyes faced each other silently, relatively speechless, but there seemed to be a strange tacit understanding.
The Marquis stared at the Lich for a while, then said calmly: "The reason I did this is to let you know that everything you believe is wrong."
The Lich was silent for a while, and then he let out a burst of unpleasant laughter. He said, "Thank you for your hard work. But do you know what you are doing? You are not stopping me, you are stopping His Excellency Archimard."
prophecy……"
"It's a pity that no one except you hopes that the prophecy will come true, otherwise you wouldn't be trapped here by everyone."
"It's all in vain...No matter what you do, it's all in vain. I'm not worried at all. The final victory must be mine."
The Marquis sighed: "Why do you always have to look at that far away place..."
"Then why do you always look at me?" the lich asked.
After a long silence, the Marquis finally spoke: "Because I am lonely."
When he said this, his voice was no longer the kind of male voice that was full of vicissitudes of magnetism and vitality, and full of intoxicating charm. It was full of boring, dry, tired, and he was a suave man who went out among thousands of flowers.
It is completely inconsistent with the status of a peerless talent from the Zhonggaotang Temple, and he is like an old farmer who has been cultivating dry land all his life sighing.
"Many times I really envy those ordinary and simple people, or those who are driven by desire. In their eyes, the world is always so simple, as simple as some simple symbols. And simplicity means reality, and it means that you can feel it.
Completely in my hand. Although it is actually impossible, just that feeling is enough. But I don't have this feeling, I only feel lonely... Until I met you, I also saw in you that you are completely different from this world.
Things that cannot be fused. And you are so beautiful and smart that even I feel inferior. If I don't look at you, who else can I look at?"
The lich replied calmly: "That's really hard on you."
The Marquis smiled bitterly: "But you have never looked at me... No, you have never looked at anyone or anything. In your eyes, there is no room for anything else except the unattainable dream."
After a moment of silence, the Lich replied calmly: "Because I am not as brave as you. I know how ugly and boring this world is but I can still live in it. I have nothing to do except transcend this ugly and boring world."
"My ideal was to pull you down from mid-air to your dreams and into my arms, but I failed. When I noticed, you had already flown too high... So... now...
Apart from stopping you, I have nothing else to do, not to mention that your dream may be a complete disaster for the entire continent..."
A burst of laughter like a group of dying wolves sobbing came from the Lich's throat, and the neck made of bones and dry meridians trembled because of the excessive airflow: "A libertine who is not recognized by this world."
, the necromancer who swore an oath under the dark star actually aims to save this world that has long regarded him as a monster. This joke is the funniest I have ever heard..." Her laughter
A pause. "But it's also the least funny. Have you forgotten? As a necromancer, I swore an oath in front of the Black Star and must abide by the wishes of His Excellency Archimard..."
"Everyone has a different understanding of the prophecy left by Archibald. As long as the Black Star does not truly break the ground, every necromancer has the freedom to act on his own. This is actually what those guys in the guild oppose you.
reason."
"Those guys who have been so obsessed with profit and power that they have forgotten everything, do they think everything will be fine if they trap me here? It's useless. What should happen will happen as soon as possible. The gears of fate have never stopped. Although I
Here, but naturally there are other people outside helping me push everything forward.”
"Are you talking about the new student you secretly accepted? Then do you know that he is actually..."
"Your son. I already knew it. Teacher Shante's craftsmanship is impeccable, but I can feel your scent on him. Especially the feeling of having practiced true meditation. Do you think I can even do this?
Can't you even notice it? Sandro naturally wouldn't teach this to him. You must have stolen it from Sandro. You are quite courageous. Even I don't dare to think about this thing, but you stole it instead.
Come out."
The Marquis had a slightly surprised look on his face and said, "Then you still accept him as your apprentice? Aren't you afraid that I deliberately asked him to learn from you?"
"How can a person who can enter the Diya Valley and be qualified to swear an oath in front of the dark star be someone who can be easily instigated? And if you really want to instruct him to learn from me, how can you tell Cong Shan in advance?
You stole the Meditation of Reality from Drew and gave it to him to practice? I think you probably didn’t find out until later that you secretly asked me to be your teacher?”
"No, I have already had the idea of letting him be your student. But I accidentally let him practice the Meditation of Truth that I stole from Mr. Sandro. I was having a headache on how to hide this, and at that time
I was busy with other things and forgot to tell him about you. Later, when I found out that he sneaked in and out of the meditation room without telling other guild members, I was very surprised, so I had to let nature take its course."
"This is a good, hard-working boy with good talent. The key is that I can see in his eyes something that neither of us has - desire. So I taught him everything I have and then let him help outside.
I brought some news and did something. He came to me a few days ago and reported to me in a hurry that he was going to Ironfast. Haha, it looks like it will be very interesting..."
"You regard him as your pawn?" The Marquis' voice was a little unnatural. "Do you know whose child he is and I am?"
"It doesn't matter who it is, it's none of my business." The Lich replied calmly. "What should happen, it will happen naturally."
"I tell you once again that everything you believe is wrong. Now I'm going to prove it to you." The Marquis turned and walked out of the passage.
"It doesn't matter. You believe in yours, and I believe in mine..." The lich's hoarse voice echoed in the meditation room and never dissipated for a long time.
Not far after walking out of the meditation room, the Marquis met Nopolinot who was rushing to find him. He was holding a letter in his hand, which was used by the necromancers to send urgent messages to each other.
"Urgent news from the respected Bishop Javi, it seems he wants us to help..."
"Oh?" The Marquis was startled.
In the Royal Capital of Ironfast, in the headquarters of the Holy Knights.
Rodhart watched in stunned silence as the mysterious guest in front of him, who was said to have a top-secret military aircraft to report, took off his mask, revealing that very familiar face.
"It's you? Why did you come back to the capital?" Rodhart's face was full of surprise, and he jumped up from his seat, like a child who saw a long-lost friend.
"Of course there is something important." Asa smiled. But from the innocent look on his face, it could be seen that this friend still didn't seem to have changed at all in front of him. "I have something important to do with you now."
help."
"No problem, just tell me if you have anything." Rodhart nodded firmly.
Although what he sees now is the innocent side of his friend, Asa has absolute confidence that he can do this job. He then said: "This matter is not only for me, but also for you, and for the entire Ernfast."