The operation was successful.
Roland pulled his hood down tightly and looked at the old Joseph who opened his eyes again - or it would be better to call him Joseph now.
His face, which was striped with alternating old and young faces, was calm. His sharp eyes, which were as reflective as mirrors a few minutes ago, had completely lost their luster.
Without the viciousness, the madness, and the terrifying look that always seemed to be longing for something to grow out of Roland, Joseph's face became much more ordinary.
If his wrinkled and smooth face gave people a nightmare-like sense of fear before, now it can only give people a funny feeling like that of an actor wearing makeup.
"Joseph, good afternoon. How do you feel?"
"Good afternoon, Lord Orlando."
Joseph said hello to Roland listlessly: "I feel terrible."
"You should be lucky, Joseph." Under the hood that covered most of Roland's face, only the corners of Roland's mouth could be seen slightly raised. "This surgery has a chance of making you a fool."
"I feel like it's about the same now."
"Maybe."
Roland's gaze penetrated the barrier of shadows and stared closely into Joseph's eyes: "I want to ask something. Maybe you can understand...or is it better to say it yourself?"
"As you wish, Lord Orlando."
Joseph looked at Roland with a tired and calm look.
"I didn't betray you. I just wanted a higher status."
"If we talk about faith, I may be more pious now... There is nothing more warm and peaceful than a long sleep."
Joseph replied simply and neatly.
"Sir Orlando, I killed Kruveen. Claudia's life may also be in danger. I don't want to do anything now. If you are angry, just kill me. I want to see the eternal sleep mentor now."
"No, you can't die yet. Joseph."
Roland shook his head and rejected him in a low voice.
"I will give you a long sleep. But not now. I still need you."
Roland repeated it over and over again in a low voice.
"So Joseph, do you still remember your wish? Do you still have the motivation? Do you still want to fight?"
"I remember...but it's no use. There is nothing left."
Joseph moved his lips, as if he was trying to put on a smile, but he obviously failed: "Lord Orlando... I once thought you were worthy of taking away your feelings by making me into a sword, a... killing machine.
But now...I have become a waste."
"No matter how useless you are, your value is to live."
Roland narrated in an almost ruthless tone, as if explaining the truth: "If you want eternal sleep, I will give it to you; if you want love, I will give it back to you. But not now."
"It would be too easy for you to kill yourself if you keep your feelings. As long as I am not by your side, you will lose all your lives once you enter the battle. Let alone the origin of awakening. It is impossible to even enter the gold level."
"Now, all you have to do is stay alive. At the right time, I will use the harmless chant to heal you."
Joseph just shook his head silently.
Roland looked at him and sighed with complicated emotions.
In fact, he once wanted to make old Joseph a death crow.
In the early days of the plague's revival, Roland's manpower was bound to be insufficient. Old Joseph, who had considerable experience in underground work, was supposed to be his right-hand man, but now he was deprived of Roland's affection because he took the post of martyrdom on his own initiative.
Roland actually hated this surgery.
However, martyrs are too precious.
And not only Joseph, but also other martyrs Roland will find ways to gather them to him.
In order to prevent these unstable beings that explode like balloon fish from consuming their power on small scenes, Roland may use this method to seal them in the future.
Those martyrs who have the potential to awaken their origins will become humanoid resurrection coins, while for those martyrs who are destined to be unable to awaken their origins, Roland will use harmless chants to return their feelings to them when they are used, allowing them to rush forward.
Go out and blow yourself up.
The only difficulty lies in their loyalty after regaining their feelings.
"Actually, you don't have to worry about Claudia."
Roland spoke softly: "She is the saint chosen by the mentor himself. Our attacks, whether direct or indirect, cannot hurt her."
"But the blade shield can do it. Gravity can do it even more."
Joseph's cold answer made Roland's pupils shrink instantly.
Roland had a very clear understanding of the terrifying power that a silver-level martyr could unleash at the cost of an arm, even better than Joseph himself.
Combined with Roland's understanding of Kruveen, he immediately understood what happened before.
Yes, Claudia cannot be injured by any attack from the disciples of the Sleeping Mentor. But the sad thing is that neither Claudia nor Kluvien knows about this.
As long as Kluvien abandons Claudia, maybe both of them can survive. At least nothing will happen to Claudia.
And Kluvien, with a ridiculous spirit of self-sacrifice, threw Claudia away or knocked her away with a shield - if you underestimate him again, Kluvien might even be stupid enough to use the rotating handle of the blade shield.
Claudia throws out.
The saint's damage immunity list does not include immunity to falling damage.
"...Damn it, I have to find An Ruosi."
Roland gritted his teeth, turned around and ran out in the direction of An Ruosi going up the mountain.
Now Roland has no time at all.
If Claudia dies, the mentor will definitely choose a saint again.
If the saint appears next to Roland again this time, the probability is enough for Roland to win the lottery.
You must know that saint belief has no geographical restrictions. There are not many qualifications to become a saint, and Roland is not sure whether the next saint will appear in Elkart or Suze.
No matter where she was, Roland had no time to develop feelings for her.
The Saint has the absolute right to impose internal sanctions. If Roland cannot tie the Saint to his chariot, it will leave him with a huge hidden danger.
Therefore, Claudia must not die.
Even if An Ruosi dies, or even if Joseph dies, Claudia must not die!
"Joseph, you don't have to come! Wait until I come back!"
Roland said the last words and started charging in the direction An Ruosi left, turning into a black thunder and lightning and rushing towards the top of the mountain.
But when Roland had just rushed out less than 500 meters, he stopped charging and his running speed gradually slowed down.
Because he saw An Ruosi carrying Claudia with a broken left arm on his back, walking towards him with difficulty.
"Ah! Mr. Roland!"
When An Ruosi saw Roland, he breathed a sigh of relief and quickly put Claudia on the ground.
"Please... please... treat Miss Crowley... quickly," An Ruosi panted heavily, raised her head and showed a troubled expression at Roland, "Uncle Kruveen... can't be found...
...Detecting humanoid creatures can't find him, I'm afraid he has..."
"You take a rest first."
Roland patted An Ruosi's shoulder gently, turned around and squatted down in front of Claudia.
But the moment he turned his back, Roland's lips curved into a cold arc.
He saw a faint black rune on the second knuckle of An Ruosi's left index finger.
——That is proof of a deal with the devil.
Roland could swear that he didn't have this thing in his hand just before An Ruosi went up the mountain.
The devil will never do a losing business.
But Roland could see that An Ruosi had not lost anything.
In other words, An Ruosi exchanged something other than himself for the devil's support?
So, apart from Roland, does he have anything else worth selling?
If this is what Edward did...then Roland seems to have some guesses about this guy who has many enemies of Kabbalah.
"By the way, Mr. Roland," behind Roland, An Ruosi asked as if she suddenly thought of something, "Although we still have plenty of time, why don't we go directly to the White Tower? Miss Crowley just needs it too.
Investigate what happened about her brother."
ha?
Hearing An Ruosi's last words, Roland almost laughed out loud.
An Ruosi's flaw is too stupid...
Not to mention An Ruosi's abnormal attitude towards Macon and Kruveen, the last sentence alone is problematic.
After all, from An Ruosi's point of view, he shouldn't have known about Edward's problem at all——
Roland turned his back to An Ruosi, his expression suddenly stunned.
No... What if An Ruosi was afraid that Roland would not notice the marks on her fingers and deliberately exposed her flaws?
The purpose was to remind Roland that there was something wrong with him.
"...Ah, okay."
Roland replied casually, gently pressed the fingers of his right hand on Claudia's forehead, moved his lips slightly, and silently sang the harmonious chant.
The corners of his mouth gradually raised.
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