However, there was something in what he just said, and I don’t know if it was intentional. He said that he had lived for hundreds of years...
"Are you an elf?" Art asked tentatively. After feeling that the other party was not very hostile, Art suddenly became interested in his story.
"Elf? No, I'm not an elf." Kirken shook his head with a smile, his face showing a bit of depression, and he said after a pause: "I am still a human, at least, I should still be a human..."
At least it should still be human... What is it about you that you can't even confirm what species you are? Art cursed in his heart, but what is the origin of this person?
"Are you interested in sharing your story?" Art looked at Kirken with interest, becoming more and more interested in this person. This person had mentioned a soul warlock before, and he should be a
A person who is very proficient in the soul.
In modern times, the soul is something whose existence cannot be expressed through accurate scientific demonstration. However, various religions unanimously believe that the "soul" is the most important part of a human being, surpassing
Brain, heart, even life.
"Of course, this is the purpose of sitting here." After speaking, Kirken rubbed the edge of the wine glass, looked at the table, and said: "There is a limit to the soul's ability to bear pain. Only after sharing can it
It’s much more relaxed.”
"No, then you can just find someone to talk to. Why do you want to come to me..." After hearing this, Art looked at the man in front of him with some complaints. He obviously just came to relax and drink, but he still had to go through it.
Such a thing...
"You know it yourself, don't you?" Kirken smiled and said indifferently: "Since you are so special, of course I want to find you."
"Tsk, don't talk about this. If you want to tell a story, just tell it quickly. I suddenly don't want to chat with you anymore." Through the conversation just now, Art felt the malice of this man again, although it was not very strong.
But it also has a strong bad taste. It is not advisable to get too close to such people, otherwise they are likely to be infected.
Kirken laughed, and then told a very bizarre and psychedelic story...
A couple made a contract with the devil, but ended up being deceived. One of them would live forever and have luck around them. The other would be plagued by misfortune and experience all the suffering in the world.
Not long after, the Immortal saw his lover dying in painful suffering with his own eyes, and felt desperate. However, because he was the Immortal, he could not let himself die no matter what. He committed suicide several times, or was killed.
Bizarre events interfered, or he died and was suddenly reborn somewhere with all his memories. The blessing turned into a curse.
I don't know how long it took, but the man who was sinking at the bottom of the sea suddenly felt a direction. He felt that there was a force in his heart guiding him to a certain place.
The man who had lost everything followed the guidance of this force without hesitation. After walking for an unknown length of time, he came to a small town. In a dark corner, he discovered the source of attraction to him.
She was a poor girl who was born with a deformity, her face was disfigured, and her body was mutilated. Only a thin and rotten arm was left to crawl on the ground, rummaging through the garbage for anything edible, and devouring it one by one.
middle.
And at this moment, he suddenly understood that this person was the reincarnation of his wife after her death, but she still inherited the suffering of bad luck... And not long after he saw her, this woman finally exhausted herself
In the last bit of his life, he died in front of him again.
When telling this story, Kirken didn't show any change in his expression. He still had a faint smile and told every detail in an elegant manner, describing what kind of changes had occurred in the man's mind.
"Then I experienced the same thing again many times, and then I came here, called Fit City, right?" Kirken smiled, everything seemed like an ordinary matter, and said: "I saw her again today.
Well, she was just a girl from the West District, about twelve years old, very similar to her original appearance, really very similar, with a pair of wandering hazel eyes. However, she just starved to death in
Her home is in such a wooden box."
"..." After listening to it, Art didn't know what to say for a while. It was obviously a story that sounded quite tragic, but Ken, as the narrator, looked indifferent.
"Um... I express my condolences and surrender?"
"Forget it, it's okay. This kind of thing will happen once in a year or two... get used to it." Kirken smiled, stretched, and said: "Huh, I feel much better after talking about it. Goodbye,
Friends, it’s getting late, I have to go.”
After saying that, Kirken touched twice from inside his old coat, left two silver coins casually in front of the still confused Art, and said: "This is for you to listen to my chat attentively."
After paying, he pressed his hat, squeezed into the crowd, and left the tavern in obscurity, leaving Art sitting alone at the table, staring at Kirken's leaving back in a daze...
"Tonight was... a bit strange." After coming back to his senses, Art sighed helplessly, slowly drank the last bit of mead in his cup, and then stood up to find Raven.
Si, prepare to leave this hellish place and swear never to come to such a place again.
"It's really unlucky. I lost more than two hundred copper coins in playing cards tonight. You're lucky, I picked up two silver coins." Art's face was still a thick burgundy color, and he cursed all the way back to the hotel.
He fell asleep on the bed.
Art, on the other hand, was lying on the bed, recalling the story Kirken told, and the more he thought about it, the more terrified he became.
Kirken clearly said that this kind of thing would happen once every two years, and he also said that he had lived for hundreds of years, even if he only lived a hundred years old, and he would encounter it once every two years, even if he had lived for hundreds of years, he would have encountered it once every two years.
Counting from the beginning, we have been separated by life and death at least thirty times...
And thirty times, even though I knew it would be in vain, I still have no hesitation to this day. How much does this man love his wife...
Of course, this has to be based on what he told the truth. But there is no reason for him to lie to me. Not only did he not cheat me of money, but he also gave me two silver coins. He is a completely charitable person.
Thinking of this, Art had nothing to worry about. Thinking that he would have class tomorrow, he quickly fell asleep.