In the dark alley, Boluogo leaned against the wall, folded his arms, and completely disappeared into the shadows. Opposite him, Olivia squatted next to the trash can, as desolate as a homeless person.
child.
She picked up the exquisite dagger and gently scraped the ground, "The general story is just as you guessed. I made mistakes because of my naivety. I tried to make up for it, but still let the regent escape.
Already."
"The process must be uncomfortable," Boluogo looked at the lonely Olivia, "You treat them as family members who can share eternity, but they only feel that you hinder their desires."
Olivia sighed helplessly, with a forced smile on her face, and told an unhappy story.
"Since the destruction of the Eternal Night Empire, I have no place to go. I hide in the shadows during the day and wander in the wilderness at night. Such aimless days have passed for a long time...
It was a good journey. Before I became homeless, as the daughter of Serre, I enjoyed a lofty status in the Eternal Night Empire, like a canary in captivity. I never realized that supporting this
What a cruel price this empire demands.”
Boluogo noticed the tendency of Olivia's words towards the Eternal Night Empire, and he asked tentatively, "So do you agree with the destruction of the Eternal Night Empire?"
"Let's divide it into periods," Olivia and Boluogo said to each other, "You have to know that people's ideas will continue to change with experience and the course of life."
"I thought the idea of the undead would not change. We are not bound by time, so we have a pathological stubbornness," Bologo said.
"I have heard this theory, but my blood relatives at that time said that this is just because we are too young as undead, so we have all kinds of wonderful ideas, and the whole world is new and unknown to us.
, there are so many things worth experiencing.”
Bologg listened to Olivia's words quietly. She was one of the few people who had personally witnessed the Eternal Night Empire. She was also the only person who knew the social structure of the undead. Bologg was very curious about that.
What kind of society is it?
"The immortal is not affected by time. To us, age has become a series of meaningless numbers," Olivia continued, "At this point, the number of physical age is no longer important and really determines who we are.
Whether you are mature or old is the so-called mental age."
Borrogo asked, "Are you still young?"
"Of course you are a young person who still has illusions about everything."
Olivia wanted to say this sentence in a more lively tone, but when the words came to her mouth, she only felt weak and tired.
"They say that young people are always active and full of hope for the world, but when their edges are smoothed out, they become insensitive, and there is only a stubborn and pathological idea left in their hearts, even if they are mature, their thoughts and characters will not be the same.
No longer changing, just like the immortal body, the soul has solidified and turned into cold bricks, piled into the cornerstone of the empire."
Olivia then described the change in her mood, "According to the purity of my bloodline, I am considered the second generation of blood descendants from the Night King. I am the highest pure-blood noble in the Night Clan, but I am different from the traditional pure-blood nobles.
Different, I was just an ordinary person at first..."
Her voice paused, and Bologg waited patiently. He and Osana had reached a preliminary cooperation. Bologg guessed that even if he didn't come home at night, Osana would hide this for him.
"Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore."
Regarding the change of identity, it seemed that Olivia did not want to talk about it. After skipping this part, she simply said, "I did hold a lot of resentment towards Sere at first. I didn't understand why he wanted to
I betrayed the Night Clan, but later I gradually came to my senses and realized what kind of monsters my fellow tribesmen were."
"I've been thinking about why Sere let me go, the father-daughter complex? I don't think he is a person who would consider himself a father," Olivia said to Boluogo.
He said, "What do you think?"
"He is a real prodigal son, father? How is that possible?" Bologo has a clear understanding of Sere.
"I think so, but the fact is that he let me go," Olivia said, "Maybe it's because of my mother, or maybe he saw that I hadn't turned into a monster dominated by desire."
"Immortality is a curse, Boluogo," Olivia said suddenly. "While it brings you eternal life, it also brings you eternal numbness. You will gradually turn into an emotionless corpse.
, in order to arouse the slightest disturbance in his heart, he became morbid and crazy, and then committed many evil deeds and turned into a monster.
I have seen too many similar examples in the Eternal Night Empire. Just for fun, they committed such atrocities, digging out internal organs and breaking bones..."
Burlogo interrupted the cruel narrative, "You didn't become that monster, you survived."
"No, I'm still young and not so insensitive. I...I just haven't turned into a monster yet," Olivia stared at Boluogo's eyes, the hazy cyan glimmer in the shadow, "The same goes for you.
.”
Regarding the future of the undead, Olivia only felt despair.
After a moment of silence, the topic returned to what happened after the Dawn War. Olivia slowly told the story. It had been a long time since she had had such a relaxed conversation with someone. Olivia couldn't help but sigh. As fate would have it, even
Such a simple thing is extremely precious to her.
"After entering the world, I grieved for a long time. The Eternal Night Empire was so unbearable, but I still have full emotions there. There are many people I have loved, but I also understand that just like you and
As Osana talked, the Eternal Night Empire can only be destroyed, and the world will never usher in the eternal blood tax.
I have lived alone for a long time, probably several decades. I have witnessed the joys and sorrows of the world, and I have found that the splendor of the world is far more beautiful than the deathly silence of the eternal empire. For this reason, I feel the eternal blood tax in my heart.
My vigilance has increased a lot, so I always remind myself not to give blood to others."
Boluogo suddenly asked, "How did you curb your thirst during the long journey alone? Suck the blood of cattle and sheep?"
"Sometimes when I'm hungry, I'll make do with the blood of cattle and sheep, but more often than not, I'll be a vigilante."
"Vigilante?"
Boluogo suspected that he had heard wrongly.
"Yes, a vigilante with no fixed structure who punishes violence and good deeds," Olivia said indifferently, "I like this job very much. I will hunt those murderers, slit their throats, and suck them dry."
Blood, sometimes I drink it deliberately slowly, so that they can slowly taste the despair and helplessness of death."
Boluogo's expression was slightly surprised, but thinking about it, everyone is undead, so they are suffering from some mental illness.
"I don't stay in any city for too long," Olivia said. "I'm always traveling."
"It's like looking for something," Boluogo guessed, "Is it Sere? Find him and kill him. Why is this?"
Boluogo still remembered the curse that Olivia asked him to tell Sere, that she would kill his father with her own hands and torture him with the cruelest torture of the scorching sun.
At first, Boluogo thought that Olivia hated Sere's betrayal, but now it seems that Olivia can understand Sere. Unlike those traditional pure-blood nobles, something must have affected Olivier.
Livia's values made her realize the evil of the eternal blood tax...
Not only Olivia was affected, Sere was also affected. No matter how cruel the eternal blood tax is, as the pure-blood class, they are all direct and eternal beneficiaries. They can completely maintain this system and become the leader of the world.
Parasites above, but both father and daughter chose to betray their own class in the end. This requires a lot of courage and will.
"Kill him? Do you think it's out of hatred for his betrayal of the Eternal Night Empire?" Olivia smiled, but did not give a clearer explanation, "Well, my purpose of killing him was indeed because of betrayal.
.”
In the shadows, her voice paused, "This is my family matter, so let's not talk about it now."
Housework?
Hell, when he thought of Sere's family affairs, Bologo thought of Sere's huge photo album that was like a card collection. Could it be that as many wives as Sere had, she would stab him as many times as he wanted?
Olivia didn't want to talk about this part of the matter anymore, so she continued to talk about her subsequent adventures, "I was like this, wandering for a long time, and when I gradually lost the meaning of my existence, the war
Erupted."
Boluogo's expression changed slightly, he knew exactly which war it was.
"The wrath of the Scorched Earth has swept across the world. As long as there are people, there will be fights. I passed through dead cities one after another and saw endless corpses falling in the wilderness," Olivia said softly, "To be honest,
Boluogo, I was confused for a moment. I thought that the end of the eternal blood tax would prevent the world from going astray, but without the Night Clan, the war still engulfed everyone."
Bologg tasted Olivia's sadness, but he could not comfort her, nor could he be comforted, because Bologg was also a messenger holding a flame of war at this time.
What is frustrating is that in order to achieve a better world, the baptism of war is often needed.
"Perhaps I have witnessed too many tragedies in the world, or perhaps I am still too young and my heart has not completely become cold and numb. One day I can no longer bear to sit idly by and choose to intervene in this war."
"What did you do?"
Olivia murmured, "I met a team of refugees and saved them from the hands of bandits. They respected me, trusted me, and regarded me as a god who came to the world... I have never felt like that.
, being needed and full of value.”
Her eyes were full of nostalgia, that was perhaps the only good time in Olivia's life.