"Mr. Perls? Are you ready?"

Viscount Karl walked to the door of the guest room and knocked softly, but his voice was loud. He seemed to be particularly energetic and in high spirits today. He was wearing a black dress, with fluffy lace on the cuffs and collar, and the silver buttons were shining.

, which made his whole person look extraordinary - of course his face was still too big to be eye-catching. He also specially sprayed some perfume. Even though he was so strong that he didn't need a cane, he still held it in his hand.

The reason why this down-and-out nobleman is so well-dressed is because Sam Montgomery invited him to attend his birthday party tonight. Sam Montgomery is a powerful person among the nobles and the mouthpiece of the noble council. Everything he does, says and does

It all concerns the will of the entire aristocratic class. His invitation to the banquet is priceless.

The door was opened. Karl was startled: "You!..."

"What's wrong with me?" Pers asked with a smile.

"You, you are getting old!" Karl tried to organize his words, but he could only say this simple sentence.

There are several wrinkles on Perls' face, his eyelids are a little droopy, and his temples are even more silvery. Judging from his appearance, he is at least forty or fifty years old, and there is no sign of any youth -

But he has always been a young man! He smiled slightly: "Human beings always have preferences and discrimination. In their view, only older people can be convincing when they speak. Even the ancient Chinese saying goes like this:

"A young man who doesn't even have a beard is definitely unreliable in his work" (having no hair on his mouth means he can't be reliable in his work). In order to make other high-ranking officials and nobles trust me more, I changed my appearance. This is also for convenience.

No need to be surprised.”

"It's so, so amazing! I always thought that there is no magic in the Twilight Sect!" Karl's eyes were straightened. He thought of something and hurriedly said: "So, what about youth? Can a person's appearance become younger?

?”

"Of course, the God of Souls is omnipotent. Once you become a priest, not to mention your appearance, you can even restore your body to the health and strength of your youth."

Karl praised repeatedly, with a fiery gaze in his eyes. The two of them went out side by side, got on a beautiful and exquisite pinewood carriage, and headed for the banquet.

Even in the car, Viscount Carl still showed great interest in the Twilight Sect's magic and began to ask questions: "Mr. Perls, can this kind of magic extend human life?"

"Yes, it can even prevent you from being troubled by diseases, have inexhaustible energy all the time, and even allow you to devote yourself to work or enjoyment without sleep." Perls nodded, thinking.

Thought: I finally took the bait, you old fox.

He changed the topic: "Lord Karl, we can discuss magic at any time. Now we should focus on the banquet. Have you prepared any countermeasures for this banquet?"

"Countermeasures? Anyway, I have no grudge against the Montgomery family, and Sam is not a political enemy. I just want to express my position this time. Thinking about countermeasures is useless. In any case, I must win new power and status, so I will

Standing on Sam's side. To put it bluntly, in terms of loyalty to His Majesty the King, I can't compare to Sam." Karl twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled quite sarcastically.

"Hmm." Perls said casually, taking the conversation as if it was right.

Neither of them spoke, just thinking about their own things. After a while, the carriage arrived at Sam's mansion. A long red carpet was laid out in the front yard of the mansion, stretching from the gate to the door of the house, crossing

The entire courtyard was covered with flowers and trees. The flowers and trees in the courtyard were all neatly and beautifully trimmed, and came in all kinds of shapes, which showed that the gardeners were highly qualified and well-paid. A housekeeper and several underage maids were waiting in front of the door, and their posture was meticulous.

After receiving the invitation from the coachman, the butler bowed and said: "Welcome, distinguished Viscount Karl, please move with your friends. The master is already waiting in the living room. What should I call this distinguished sir?"

"He is the patriarch of the Church of Dusk, Pers. You can just say so."

Karl nodded proudly and took the lead. Perls followed quietly. Guards stood on both sides of the door. They looked forward, even their pupils did not move. They seemed to be two breathing statues. It can be seen from this that

, the quality of the guards at the homes of the great nobles is also very high, I am afraid they are all high-level combat professionals.

As soon as he stepped into the door, a waiter announced loudly: "The former Lord of Osgilia, Viscount Karl, and the Dean of the Church of Dusk, His Excellency Perls, are entering!"

The living room is large, and the floor is made of smooth marble. A long table covered with white cloth is very conspicuous, and it is filled with delicacies. A beautiful crystal chandelier hangs on the top, and the crystal reflects the candlelight brightly.

It was everywhere. Under the bright lights, the hall was simply magnificent. And nearly ten guests were talking in twos and threes. As soon as they heard the waiter's words, they all focused their attention on the two people at the door.

"It's this feeling of being watched... It's so beautiful, it's hard to forget!" Carl said with some excitement while holding on to his cane. Of course, his voice was only heard by Pers next to him.

Sam Montgomery has stepped forward with a smile. You will never forget the appearance of this powerful man once you take one look at it, especially for those who have met Viscount Carl. Sam’s face is round,

His eyes are also round and round, completely harmless and will not offend anyone at all. His body is also quite round, with chubby fingers. When he and Viscount Karl stand together, they are exactly round and square, complementing each other.

"Viscount Karl, I'm very happy that you can come to the banquet!" Sam extended his hand enthusiastically.

"I'm very honored to be invited by you!" How could Karl, who is so sophisticated in worldly matters, be stumped by such an opening statement? He was very familiar with the response. "I brought a stick of 'nectar wine' secretly made by the elves.

I think it should match your banquet!"

"Oh, this is a wine that even Emperor Bigbowo has listed as a treasure. It is a tribute wine exclusively for the elven royal family! How did you get it back?" Sam praised, took the wine with both hands, and asked the waiter to put it on ice.

Buckets refrigerated.

"Hahaha, then there is a long story to tell!"

"I'm all ears, but now, the guests have gathered, let's start the dinner party now!" Sam affectionately took Carl's arm and turned up the volume: "Everyone! Can you take time out of your busy schedule to attend my birthday?

I am very excited and happy about the banquet. You are all my loyal friends, and the Montgomery family will support you!"

Birthday, who believes it? Everyone except Sam thought so, and then clapped together. At this moment, a chubby little boy ran out and attracted everyone's attention.

Sam introduced everyone: "Hehe, this is my dog. Huh? Baby, what's the matter?"

"Dad, Bobby is dead..." the little boy said with sobs, and then burst into tears. He held a lifeless puppy tightly in his arms, which seemed to be Bobby.

"Son, birth, old age, sickness and death are natural laws. Don't be too sad." Sam said. He touched the little boy's head lovingly: "Dad, will I buy you another one?"

"I, I want Bobby, I don't want him to die!" the little boy yelled stubbornly, his eyes sparkling with tears.

Sam frowned, slightly displeased, but still said kindly: "A good child must be obedient, you know? You go back to your room obediently, and your father will buy you an identical puppy and name it Bobby. That's it."

Isn’t that okay?”

"It's different! There is only one Poppy in the world, and even if there is a puppy that looks exactly like him, it is not my Poppy!" The little boy cried even harder.

A guest on the side lamented: "My daughter is like this too. When the cat died, she cried for half a month. Children must realize the cruelty of death from pets before they can learn to grow up."

"Let me try it."

At this time, Perls approached the little boy. He squatted down and put his hand on the puppy's body, and then sang, with purple light shining in his eyes: "Open your eyes, the world has changed dramatically. Love and hate are still entangled, but

The connection has been severed. What is absolute and what is eternity? I cannot remember the past, nor can I look forward to tomorrow. Come back, who can endure the silence of sleep!"

The puppy whined, opened its eyes, and then licked the little boy.

"What!" Everyone exclaimed, in disbelief.

The little boy jumped up with joy and raised the puppy above his head. All the guests were surprised and praised the "miracle". At this moment, Perls had become the protagonist of the banquet.

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The night is getting darker.

The nobles gathered together, discussing quietly and secretly. It was not convenient for Perls to participate, so he took a glass of champagne and went to the terrace. The cool breeze blew across his face, bringing with him the fragrance of flowers, trees and earth.

At this time, the little boy ran over timidly and bowed to Perls: "Thank you for saving Bobby."

"There is no need to thank me, because you will hate me in the future. Your love for Bobby will also disappear without a trace. At that time, you will only wish that he died earlier - he is immortal, immortal, and can go anywhere

Existence at the end of time." Perls smiled gently.

The little boy backed away in panic: "I, I don't understand what you are talking about... You are a bit scary..."

Pers put away his smile and said seriously: "When you grow up, you will understand. This low-level creature has a much longer life than you, which will make you jealous and puzzled.

Resent until your mind collapses. You will wish from the bottom of your heart that it had never been resurrected from the beginning. You are eagerly looking forward to it rotting and getting moldy. Your love for it has disappeared, but your intention to kill it is.

It accumulates over time, until it is higher than the Key Mountain and more than the water of the Starry Ocean. You have lost this friend forever. When you grow up, you will definitely understand what I said."

"No, no... it sounds so scary to 'grow up'! I don't want to grow up!" The little boy was so scared that he ran away and disappeared into the room.

Pers ignored it and continued to look at the lonely night.

A guest came up and asked with a smile: "What are the majestic dusk prayers doing, threatening a child?"

"Who are you? I remember that when I introduced myself, I didn't mention the word 'Twilight Prayer' to you." Pers turned his face coldly, with a clear purple glow in his eyes.

The other party's smile did not change: "Don't be nervous, I am also from the 'City of Waiting'. My name is Oskel, and I am an expert in necromancy intelligence. According to His Majesty's instructions, I have come to join you. Although this body is a living thing

Yes, but with your insight, you can still see the death energy emerging from my body, right? The death energy is my proof."

Perls breathed a sigh of relief and shook hands with him: "It turned out to be the special envoy of the Son of God. I didn't expect to meet on such an occasion. Does the Son of God have anything to say?"

"Yes. He ordered me to work with you to deal with the Iron Heel Knights. Once the Holy See intervenes in Orquila's affairs, the situation will definitely become more complicated, and even your life will be in danger." Oscol also leaned on the balcony handrail.

, raised his glass and praised: "What a beautiful moonlight, it is best to appreciate it quietly."

The two of them looked at the moon in tacit understanding without saying a word. The night breeze was like a female hand, gently lifting their hair and clothes. A certain freshness that even undead creatures could appreciate penetrated their nostrils and awakened them.

The attachment to life and the beautiful things in memory.

"You said, is one person's life more important, or the lives of a group of people?" Perls suddenly asked.

"This question is difficult to answer." Oskel smiled: "Everyone has his own standards to measure which is important and which is not important. From the perspective of universal values, of course both sides are important.

!Life is priceless.”

"What about your values? I'd love to hear your opinion."

"I? Haha, what can I say? I also think that one life and the lives of a group of people are equal."

Perls shook his head and smiled bitterly: "This is not what you mean. What you are thinking is, 'As long as I live alone, it doesn't matter who dies.'"

"oh?"

Oskel's eyes suddenly became sharp. He blinked and concealed his murderous intent well: "Why do you say that? I'm not as bad as you think, right?"

"This is not a bad thing, nor a sin. I don't mean to criticize anything. There is a saying in the Chinese mainland that if a person does not live for himself, heaven and earth will naturally come to kill him."

"Want to live" is a powerful desire. Regardless of race, nationality, or camp... all life forms in this world, no, even alien creatures, are eager to live and continue.

Enjoy life. It is natural to act with this desire, and there is no need to be harsh. If there is no self-interest in your personality, then you can only be said to be a failure on the road of evolution, haha." Perls

Looking into the distance, he said calmly.

Oskel also chuckled: "You really have a unique perspective on life. I have never thought about it from such a height."

"Everyone's opinions are unique. Everyone can think of this level, but their subconscious inhibits their thinking. How great life is, something that needs to be admired! Facing this magical creation, no one can

They dare to think deeply, but they are afraid of ending up in despair, sorrow and futility. So they immerse themselves in work, study, and love day after day, trying hard to forget problems about life and death, and become a member of the mediocre public."

"Not thinking about things that make you painful is the best interpretation of 'grasping life'. Don't people just want to be happy and happy in life? If you are entangled in unanswerable questions, you will only

Pain." Oscol shook the red wine in his glass and looked into the distance indifferently.

Perls said: "Indeed. There are not many people who dare to face tragedy and endure pain."

"You just look like you're in pain."

"Because I am a religious person." Perls chuckled. "Actually, I want to be a thinker. But how to put it, religion can explain - although it is more like giving false answers - most of the painful things

problem, so it’s worth pouring energy into it.”

"Oh...then what do you think? Is one person's life more important, or the lives of a group of people?"

"I have no idea."

Perls was silent for a while and then said: "Frankly speaking, I have no clue. This is an eternal question, and it is also a question with different answers depending on the position. My opinion is not what I really want, perfect

, encompassing all opinions, so I can only say: I don’t know.”

"So, if you were asked to choose one person who you think is the most important, who would it be?"

Pers said without hesitation: "The Son of God who gave me faith and a second life."

"Oh..." Oskel smiled and raised his glass: "You are a very profound person, and I am deeply impressed by your magnanimity. It is my honor to know you."

"Excessive praise."
Chapter completed!