Batch after batch of logistical supplies sealed in wooden crates were loaded into specially-made transport carriages. Sacco, wearing a black hood, stood on the edge of the roof of the residence and watched the last few carriages leave.
Sako knew that this meant that the master had left, and also Sister Misha had left with him.
And he will follow Master Tali to the Immortal Fortress in three days to learn mysterious magic from the wizards of the Black Rose.
Shaco has long known that he has magical talent. Whether it is his master, Uzar or other Black Rose mages who serve the Emerald Territory, he has always done some simple mana reserve training and meditation.
, rather than learning specific magic spells, just because special magic talents will be affected by acquired learning. If you want to maximize the efficiency of using talents, you must be on the right path from the beginning.
In fact, for Sako himself, it doesn't matter whether he is doing magic or killing training. He only needs to consider whether his goals and actions are based on his master's orders and wishes, and he does not need to consider anything else.
thing.
Except for my uncle and that woman...
He has his own thoughts and desires.
The summer in the Emerald Territory is always accompanied by sentimental drizzle. The misty gray mist-colored sky and the moisture covering his body make Saco's thinking somewhat divergent. He enjoys the silence in the rain at this moment, the noise of the world and the pain of human beings.
The sounds of struggling disappeared one after another.
Sacco held up his hands, palms up.
The raindrops gently hit the lines on the palms, bringing an icy and cool feeling.
This feeling is a little warmer than a human body that has lost its breath.
Through the drizzle, he clearly saw how heartbroken the girl named Laina was, watching his father and lover gradually become cold.
He was alone in the rain savoring the overly complicated emotions of the girl before she went crazy.
Until the sound of heavy leather boots on the rain came from behind, my uncle's voice was still full of disgust and hatred for himself.
Sako has long been used to being disliked, but he was surprised that his uncle didn't call him a bastard this time.
"how did you do it?"
"I do not understand."
Frowning, Hector swallowed the Yuezi White chewing stick in his mouth in several mouthfuls. The rain began to thicken and his vision became hazy. He suddenly felt that he could not see his nephew clearly.
In his opinion, there is nothing to be afraid of in simple killing. He has already peeled off countless skins, and he already knows the vital points and nerves of the human body very well.
Only things that are more evil and filthy than killing can move him. This is an area he has never known.
For example, how to turn your sister into a beast without dignity, or how to kill an unfaithful father, drive his daughter crazy, and make most people think that the victim's death is his own fault.
Although he didn't want to admit it, he knew that he had always been naturally afraid of such things.
Three-thirds of the fear is of being born a cruel and corrupt person, and the remaining seven-cents of it is the fear that one might become such a person.
"Laina, that woman, how did you kill her father and drive her crazy?"
"...I didn't do anything, I just made her accept the cruelest truth."
"The harsh truth? What the harsh truth?"
After thinking for a moment, Sako whispered.
"The fact is that no matter how much she gives, she will never be able to replace her mother. In the eyes of her father, she will always be a substitute for another person...and she really gave everything sincerely.
Everything she lost and everything she gained could not escape the shadow of another person...
Laina, her life has no value. The only value is to let her loved ones recall the beauty of the past with another person... I know all this, I have witnessed all this, and then, I told all this
Laina, she laughed, she cried, she finally lived like another person,
I, probably helped her..."
Hector Sacco's voice could not be said to be pleasant. It was a little dry and hoarse, a little sharp, and his tone was sincere, like a child with a weak body. However, Hector noticed something terrible in his nephew's voice.
The Emerald Territory is not the peaceful and joyful paradise in the legend. The dark places that ordinary people cannot see are always more dangerous than most people imagine. In addition to the extremely vicious thugs, there is one kind that needs to be executed by the Blade of Night himself.
These criminals are no different from ordinary people, and most of the time they have nothing to do with words like "evil" or "cruel" to label evil people. No one would think about the dark side of an ordinary person before his crimes are exposed.
Hiding something.
Hector calls it a 'talent', a unique hunting talent. Every talent is a devastation and blasphemy to human nature.
Sako seems to have such a talent, just like his father Brian.
And he doesn't seem to understand what his talent actually means.
Staring at Sacco, who was holding the rainwater, Hector suddenly had an urge to kill the monster. In just a moment, the impulse turned into action. He held the small blade coated with poison in the pocket between his fingers and just scratched Sacco.
If you touch any part of the skin, the deadly poison will kill the monster.
No matter how terrifying the monster is, once it stops breathing, it is nothing more than a pile of rotten flesh that will always decay.
pity……
“Rose Villa Area B-2.”
Sako took a silver-etched key thrown by his uncle, his eyes shining with hope.
"My only request is that you are not allowed to touch my sister. If you still want to see her, you'd better abide by the agreement."
The patter of raindrops produced the rhythm of rain, covering up the sound of the man's leaving footsteps and covering up his brother's worries.
Sacco, who was already soaked, remained motionless. He held the key in both hands and slowly pressed it to his forehead, just as eagerly as he pressed his forehead to Laina's forehead.
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He seemed to have returned to the mansion in Granlot, to that special night.
"I'm just like you, Laina. Life never belongs to ourselves. We are destined to become stepping stones for others and live for others. We are confused, but sometimes we inadvertently think about what the meaning of all this is. "
The knocked-out father was lying on the bed, and the fear on the girl's face gradually faded away, leaving a hint of confusion.
"I hid in the closet and looked at your dozen or so clothes, but none of them fit.
I listened to your conversation. Your father never cared about your feelings. He always talked about your mother. He knew that Granlot was dangerous, but he still chose to bring you. Because you are isolated from others, your whole world becomes his color, and you are so humble that you need to use your mother as a topic to express your emotions. You are like an empty body, with breathing but no soul.
He gave up all his love and never left any part of it for you."
Letting go of the girl whose eyes were red and swollen and whose expression was a little dull, Sacco took out a small brown bottle and placed it in the girl's hand.
The girl recognized that her father would take one pill every time before foreplay.
"You have never had the identity of Lena, but now you have a chance to love him as Lena instead of your mother. Like he said, love at all costs, without considering any problems, to you My father proves that you are Laina, not someone else’s substitute.”
After taking more than a dozen pills, even in a coma, there is a danger of holes appearing in the ceiling.
Sacco leaned on the chair with his chin propped up. He finally understood that human breathing could be so powerful.
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