The wizards just watched in silence as Orlando walked out of the door with heavy and uncoordinated steps, dragging his shackles behind him.
The heavy shackles covered with spikes dragged on the wooden floor, leaving several scratches on the floor and making a sharp and harsh sound like sawing wood.
Orlando did not hide his weakness.
Anyone can tell that "Orlando" is on the verge of death at this time. Even if he suddenly bursts out with the last bit of strength to break the shackles, it is absolutely impossible to escape from the siege of so many wizards.
The shock in the hearts of the enchantment wizards was far greater than that of other wizards - in the vision brought by their ability to detect life vitality and detect soul vitality, they could see the true state of "Orlando" at this moment.
To say he was near death was a euphemism. According to the results of the vitality detection, Orlando was no different than a corpse at this time.
In this case, why did Orlando come here?
Did he come to die?
The wizards were confused for a moment.
"——Hug, sorry!"
After Roland walked out of the warehouse door, several young sneaky knife wizards ran up to him panting: "I didn't notice for a while, then..."
"It's okay. Shut up."
Scott stretched out his hand to indicate that they didn't need to talk anymore.
The moment they were swept by Scott's indifferent gaze, the young Saber wizards felt as if they were being strangled by the neck, and even their breathing was stopped.
Even though their faces turned red because of this, they did not dare to make any more noise. They could only stare at Orlando, who was dragging his heavy shackles and walking forward step by step.
Scott's gaze gradually became deeper as he looked at Orlando.
He took a step and stopped in front of Orlando: "What do you want to do?"
"Generally speaking, death row prisoners can always make a request before execution."
Orlando just raised his head and showed a gentle and warm smile.
Looking at his smile, Scott was silent for a few seconds. Then he moved away from Orlando neatly and gave a concise and clear answer: "Say."
Orlando smiled, walked towards his own money-making chair, and then sat on it calmly.
He stroked the armrests of the silver chair and looked downstairs from the silver chair, like an old king stroking the throne.
Captured by Orlando's indifferent temperament, the wizards couldn't help but hold their breath.
From the second floor to the first floor, all the wizards gradually stopped talking and turned their attention to Orlando.
"I just want to...have a chat with you before I die."
With a hoarse, dry yet inexplicably magnetic voice, Orlando said softly: "It's just a chat."
However, no one, including Scott, responded to Orlando's words.
There was silence around the entire second tower.
Orlando didn't feel embarrassed at all. He just sat in his seat, chuckled and said:
"We are born into a sinful generation."
His first words made the wizards' eyes twitch.
A premonition of being preached by a priest suddenly filled their hearts.
As expected, Orlando said in the next sentence: "You seek happiness and wealth, but you don't know who to ask for."
So someone in the crowd taunted loudly: "What do you mean, do you want us to pray to the gods?"
Suddenly, bursts of laughter came from the crowd.
Orlando just shook his head.
"You pray for happiness from those who are higher than yourself, from those who are richer than yourself, and from those who are nobler than yourself. Is there any difference between praying to the gods?"
As soon as he said this, although the laughter did not dissipate, many wizards were immediately stunned on the spot.
But Orlando's next words completely silenced them: "I'm telling you this. This generation is guilty - not only the wizards are guilty, but the priests are also guilty."
"Those priests who loudly call for miracles and judge right and wrong based on the likes and dislikes of gods are different from the villains who flatter the powerful?"
Orlando's plain voice, which was not very high-pitched, spread in the silent environment, and immediately exploded in the crowd.
In this era of gods, even wizards would not dare to belittle the gods in this way.
Immediately, the wizards looked at Orlando like a madman.
However, Orlando's voice did not stop: "The reason why happy people are happy is not because some people are still alive, but because some people are dead. From this, I can tell you that this generation is guilty."
"When people speak, they should repeatedly emphasize their virtues instead of emphasizing their sins. From this, I can tell you that this generation is guilty."
"While people claim to be well-intentioned, they have malicious intentions in their hearts; when they emphasize that they are for others, they are doing everything for themselves. From this, I can tell you that this generation is guilty."
Gradually, the wizards stopped their discussion one by one and looked up at Orlando, who was locked in the seat by thorns, with an inexplicable light flashing in his eyes.
After a moment of silence, a wizard shouted: "So, Orlando, are you guilty?"
Orlando paused slightly, and then continued in a calm voice: "I tell you truthfully, I am guilty. You are also guilty."
"As I said, the reason why I deceived you and told you these things was not for your sake, but entirely for my own sake."
Then someone else shouted: "So, Orlando, even if you are guilty, how can you prove that what you said is right?"
Orlando just smiled and retorted in a hoarse and flat voice: "Since you asked me this, it means that you already believe me in your heart. Of course you have the right to think that I am deceiving you, but that has nothing to do with me."
At this point, Orlando suddenly stopped and stopped talking.
He turned back and whispered to Scott: "Okay, let's carry out the execution."
Scott did not move. The time around him was suddenly distorted, and the sound was isolated.
In Scott's domain, only Scott himself and Orlando—or Roland—maintained a normal appearance.
Scott couldn't help but narrowed his eyes: "Do you really want to die?"
"No, of course I don't."
Roland said calmly: "I'm just betting."
"What to bet on?"
"Bet that the mentor can return to this world. Bet that I can come back from the dead. Bet that I can see my sister after I die."
Roland looked at the death time fixed at "three seconds" on the panel, smiled and looked away: "Honestly, Scott, do you really think I will die like this?"
"Of course not," Scott shook his head without hesitation, "I don't even know why you want to die...it makes no sense."
"As a person who has not even died properly once, what dignity do I have to be the Pope of the Everlasting Mentor? If I don't believe that the Everlasting Mentor can save me, how can I make others believe that the Mentor can save them?"
Roland chuckled and replied: "I'm telling the truth. Those who answered the call in the crowd were all people I found in advance. I have really prepared these words for a long time before."
"In other words, you lied to them again?"
"Exactly."
Roland answered without hesitation: "I said before, everything I do is for myself."
He moved his eyes away from Scott's face and looked down at himself tied to the seat by thorns.
After a long period of time, Roland spoke softly and said softly: "Helena taught me a lot... If I focus on the individual, I will probably gain nothing by working hard all my life."
"Even if I don't understand what I should do, I'm not used to being so condescending in deciding other people's lives and deaths. I have to get used to it."
"...Do you want to save the world?" Scott couldn't help but mocked.
In his opinion, Roland's behavior was simply a fool's errand.
But Roland nodded seriously, and then shook his head: "I don't want to save the world... I have to save the world."
"I am Roland, Roland Narola. The elect and pope of the Sleeping Mentor, the master of natural disasters, the younger brother of the Silver Queen, and the future king of Elcat... Actually you are right, I want to save the world, just
It's because I want to save the world."
"I will be very happy when these people are alive, and I will be sad when they die. I don't want to see them die, even if it is for my own happiness, I must save the world."
Roland smiled and looked back at Scott: "To put it simply, it's 'I'm happy'."
"...This is enough."
Scott nodded, twitching the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a not-so-pretty smile.
Then, he withdrew his field and pressed the button behind Roland.
The entangled thorns quickly shrank and pierced into Roland's body. (To be continued.) For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net