Roland remained silent and followed Xila out of the fiery Callista.
The barrier on the zenith has begun to break. Most of the runes hanging on the barrier, which are as densely packed as circuit boards, have been extinguished, and the remaining parts form ridiculous patterns in the air.
There were constantly rushing wizards passing by Roland. Roland and Xiela, who walked on the road at a slow or leisurely pace, therefore became the biggest outliers.
However, by this time, no one cares about them anymore.
When other wizards came to Roland and Sila, they would subconsciously avoid them. Roland and Sila were like two stubborn rocks in a fast river, separating the flow of water around them.
"Roland... I can call you that."
Without waiting for Roland to respond, Xiela, who was walking in front, continued to speak and said to himself: "Do you know how much risk you are taking by staying here?"
Roland's steps suddenly stopped.
"If you called me out to say this, we don't need to continue talking."
An extremely soft tone, accompanied by ruthless words, came from behind Sila.
Xila smiled bitterly and turned around, her clear lake-blue eyes seemed to be wrinkled by something: "...What are you insisting on?"
"Whatever you insist on, I will insist on."
"This is different."
"Same."
Roland replied without hesitation.
His right hand was already on the dagger at his waist, and his eyes gradually turned cold.
Even though he can't use magic now, Roland is by no means without fighting ability.
Although it is impossible to kill Xiela, if he just escapes, Roland is confident that there will be no problem.
However, Xiela did not seem to notice Roland's hostility. He smiled bitterly and raised his hands, which were much larger than ordinary people, to indicate that he was not holding any weapons.
After about five or six seconds of brewing, Xiela, who was standing in the crowd, said softly to Roland: "I don't want this city to be destroyed either."
"……ha."
Xiela's first words made Roland laugh out loud.
It is a foregone conclusion that the gods will destroy the White Tower, and now, a cardinal actually stands in front of Roland and says that he does not want this city to be destroyed?
Okay, maybe you didn't lie. But what's the use?
"Useless hypocrisy."
Roland refuted Sira's words simply and neatly: "Even if what you said is true, so what? Can you still convince your Pope? Or can you convince Tire? Or rebel to the White Tower?
Come here to fight against the army of gods, and then be trampled to pieces by hundreds of thousands of people?"
Roland did not lower his voice at all. He stood in the crowd at a normal volume and mercilessly denounced Sila's hypocrisy: "No, you can't change anything."
"Even if you say you don't want to, you still have to do it - there is no difference between being forced to massacre the city and massacring the city of your own will to the people who die under your hands."
"...Maybe."
Xila did not respond at all to Roland's accusation. He still had a bitter smile on his face, but his eyes were clear: "But I don't regret getting involved in this devastating war."
"...It's a bit interesting."
Roland raised his eyebrows and showed an almost mocking smile.
Xi La raised his head and looked at the barrier in the sky.
He asked softly: "Roland, do you know how many people in the world have died directly or indirectly at the hands of wizards?"
"oh?"
"One hundred thousand people. About one hundred thousand people die every year because of wizards."
Xiela lowered his head and looked at Roland. But Roland felt that the focus of his eyes was not on himself, but on something further away.
"There are always disputes between people. And we pastors exist to listen to people's voices and guide their hearts. But people's patience always has limits... and we cannot guarantee that in every case
When people need us, we can always be there for them on time."
Speaking of this, Xila suddenly thought of his parents.
Therefore, he paused for a moment, and then continued: "So, people whose grievances could not be resolved decided to use various things that the wizards needed to submit commissions to the wizards."
"Then, witchcraft becomes a weapon for killing people."
There was some kind of dancing light in Xiela's eyes.
"Many people are not guilty enough to die, but are killed by witchcraft in the anger of the victim and become new victims."
"I have seen a thief who was caught by the owner. As a first-time offender, even if he was caught, he only needs to cut off one finger. But because the owner is a young noble who is about to propose to a girl, and that
What the poor thief stole happened to be his engagement ring... So after the young nobleman was declined by the girl, he was furious and put all the responsibilities on the thief, and asked the magic knife wizard to catch the thief, and
Cut it into thirteen pieces in front of everyone."
Xi La's eyes became sad: "At that time, the thief's sister was at the execution site. She was originally waiting for her brother to buy black bread at home, but she waited until the news that her brother was about to be executed."
"I remember that the child was kneeling on the ground and kept crying, why, why...why, even though according to the rules, the crime was to have his fingers cut off, he was not given any chance to repent."
Roland added casually: "It's power. The power of revenge and judgment."
"——That's right. It's power," Xiela's tone gradually became impulsive. "The right to judge must be in the hands of a third party. When people can retaliate against each other at various costs, the world will be no different from the wilderness.
There must be a calm judge who exercises this sacred power from an objective and fair perspective."
"The purpose of wizards is the study of witchcraft, and wizards' research on witchcraft requires a lot of money. At the same time, they cannot conjure money out of thin air. So they can only make money from the outside world through various means."
Xila took a deep breath and calmed down a little. Then he lowered his head and looked at the ground and said slowly: "From this perspective, wizards are not as good as alchemists. If the wizards' inventions want to be used, the user must first
He is a wizard. Since inventions cannot be sold, wizards only need to sell themselves. As long as they have money, wizards are the best weapons in the world. Witchcraft is too dangerous for ordinary people who have not mastered the mysterious power. Those
People who have never been in contact with wizards, who don’t know anything about wizards, have no ability to compete with wizards.”
"Wizards kill people for money. The purpose of those who hire them to kill may be to defeat a certain force or defend a certain force, or to invade, to counter-invasion, for hometown, for relatives, for women, or to satisfy their hunger.
...But there is no difference for wizards. They all kill for money. They get the money and use witchcraft for a certain purpose. They don't even realize that they are killing living people like themselves.
"
"And in order not to be killed by wizards, the people opposite them often have to hire wizards to fight against wizards. In this way, for the White Tower, they earn double the money."
"When the little wizards were still apprentices, they learned various killing techniques... the assassination of the treacherous knife wizard, the aerial bombardment of the combat wizard, or the curse killing of the curse wizard... They really wanted to
Do you want to study the law? Since you have decided to become a scholar, why should you learn how to kill first?"
Xiela paused, and among the hurried wizards, he made a final comment in a calm voice: "It is different from the mercenaries who accept commissions to make people happy. The purpose of wizards who accept commissions for money is from the very beginning.
It's wrong, even if they do good deeds, the wrong purpose will inevitably bring wrong results."
"So, is your purpose to destroy such wrong wizards?"
Roland asked in an almost cold tone.
"...That's what I thought at first."
However, Xiela shook his head and denied what he said before.
He raised his head and looked at Roland.
Roland was stunned for a moment.
Because he saw obvious confusion and hesitation in the blue eyes of Xilana Lake——
"There are many innocent people in this city."
Xila hesitated for a long time, and finally admitted in an almost painful tone: "They are different from what I imagined at the beginning. This is not a mechanical, cold, heretic gathering place full of terrible and twisted forbidden knowledge... This place is not
Most people are just ordinary people who want to live a good life."
"In the past two days, I have re-recognized the White Tower with my own eyes, not my ears."
"In the tavern just now, the girls who were waitresses did not laugh at anyone who was entering the tavern for the first time. They were just like ordinary female students, chatting with the guests without any scheming.
Treat guests as friends, not just guests.”
"At the hotel on the corner. Even though I didn't order, after the boss knew that I was a foreigner, he personally brought me a free piece of broth. I told him clearly that I didn't like meat.
But he said that this was his special dish or something, and that he must eat it once when he came to the White Tower. He stayed by my side and accompanied me to finish the dinner before leaving with satisfaction."
"That's right. I hate wizards. But I can't hate the wizard apprentices in the tavern or the innkeepers. They just want to live happily, and they neither hinder nor hurt anyone. They
Just like ordinary people living in other cities, they were just born in the wrong place... But now, this ridiculous reason wants them to die here..."
Xi La groaned in a dreamy voice, while reaching out and grabbing her hair with some pain.
Roland showed a sympathetic smile.
At this moment, Roland finally understood that Xi La did not pose any threat.
He is just a child who still dreams of being a messenger of justice.
Roland pondered for about three or four seconds and suddenly showed a very gentle smile.
He walked forward, raised his left hand, raised five fingers and gently supported his chest, stood on tiptoes, and rested his chin on Sila's shoulder.
Immediately, the long black hair with a hint of natural fragrance lightly fluttered on Silla's face, making Silla suddenly startled.
"Xila, do you want to be the pope?"
With an extremely serious attitude, Roland leaned into Xiela's ear and whispered in a very seductive tone: "Do you want to get power?"
"Do you want... to change this?"
Following Roland's devilish whisper, at that moment, the continuous explosions around him fell into a brief pause.
For a moment, it seemed as if time was frozen at this moment. (To be continued.) Mobile phone users please visit http://m.piaotian.net