Qingyi went to wash his face, then sat on the bed, doing nothing, just quietly in a daze.

His eyelids were sour. He felt deeply tired. Ever since he learned that the bald eagle on the other side was on the other side, he had been in a state of thinking all the time, conceiving battle plans one by one, and this mental state was more laborious than using the "rotation control method" and the "reverse control method".

But in the end it was a fiasco. No matter how many times he thinks about it, Qingyi can't find a way to defeat Bald Eagle. Perhaps, as the Bagua Sect Master said, from the moment he chose to give up the city defense and take the initiative to attack, failure was doomed. If you don't rush forward, then this war will only be reduced to a protracted war. But...... If it is a protracted battle, Qingyi will still lose. It's just a matter of time, and nothing can be changed.

Do the so-called sins deserve it?

After abusing and killing a pregnant woman, get such a punishment?

But Qingyi didn't believe in retribution, but failure made his heart shake. Maybe...... There will really be retribution in the dark, it's not that there is no retribution, the time has not yet come? But if he had chosen to do nothing at that time and let Goofy's wife go, would he have avoided today's situation? There is no such possibility. Qingyi knew very well that even if he was given another choice, he would not hesitate to kill Gao Fei's wife. In this way, nothing has changed the results.

That's fate.

Character determines fate, and Qingyi's fate is to become a public enemy of the world.

Is there any point in living like this?

Qingyi looked at the fruit knife on the table, and couldn't help but think of the word "cutting veins". His face was pale, but his eyes grew brighter. No, how could I possibly kill myself?! I'm not a criminal, I'm not wrong! Could it be that because the world is hostile to me, I have to accept death calmly?! Daydream! To give up your life for such reasons is to be a coward and a wretch!

A bloody mouth flashed in front of his eyes, about to devour himself completely.

Qingyi grabbed his head in pain, cold sweat trickling down. Here it is again, why does this illusion always appear! It was only flashed in reality before, but recently I have actually felt it in the game! Screams, pain, the smell of blood...... Whenever the illusion of a bloody mouth appears, I always feel something clearly, and they merge into a fragment of memory...... But I don't have this memory at all! From childhood to adulthood, Qingyi has never seen such a terrifying bloody mouth!

Is it because you play too many games? Looking to see a psychiatrist? ……

Holding back palpitations and vomiting, Qingyi closed his eyes.

It's dark.

Glory and glory belong to the victors, darkness and loneliness belong to the losers. This is an eternal truth.

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When the news of the defeat of the necromantic creatures broke, the nation of Orquila rejoiced.

The soldiers polished their armor and weapons and stepped into Ayalotis in a majestic manner to perform a simple triumphal ceremony before returning to Doludavis. The inhabitants greeted and applauded the warriors. The girls' eyes sparkled and made the men on horseback itch for a while. Flowers are spread on the road, trampled by horses' hooves and the fragrance is indispensable. Milk and wine were passed to the soldiers and filled their bellies. At each stretch of the march, soldiers blew their trumpets to spread the news of the victory. The children chased after the cavalry uncle with adoration on their faces, and established early on who they wanted to be when they grew up.

The old general Lin Gwenny insisted on leading the team, but the guards could not resist him, so they had to let him get on the horse, but the armor was absolutely not to be worn. The General is wearing a plain white robe today (which makes him thinner), his body is straight, and his expression is calm. He let the horse roam gently and waved to the people, looking like a strict father who rarely smiled. Behind him was the fluttering Orquilla flag, so tall that it seemed to never fall.

His Majesty also sat on a chestnut steed, and the horses were on a level with Lingwynny, much to Lingwynny's flattery. Although he has been happy for a long time, His Majesty's riding skills are still not rusty - how can the boy of Orquilla waste this skill! He was dressed in red velvet and light clothes, looking noble but majestic. Both he and General Lingwynny seem to be ten years younger.

Suddenly, an old woman stumbled over from the crowd, and several guards hurriedly stretched out their arms to stop them, but they didn't dare to push too hard. With tears in her eyes, the old woman opened her shriveled mouth: "Your Majesty, have the necromantic creatures really been destroyed?" ”

"It's true." His Majesty said this, but his heart was worried...... Those evil monsters have returned to the other side of the Via Rope Mountains, but they have disappeared for the time being, and will one day reappear.

"So, are we safe?"

"Yes, it's safe!" Abandon the unwanted thoughts, His Majesty smiled.

"It's safe! Thank you, Your Majesty, thank you! May you live a long and long life! The old woman shouted excitedly, laughed, and raised her hands: "We are safe!" ”

Ah, what are you afraid of? Look at these people, they are strong and unyielding, they are indomitable, and with them they are the only ones who have been able to grow strong and stand still today. The people of Olquila have their back, and as such, there is nothing to fear! Thinking of this, an unprecedented pride filled the king's chest, which made him puff up his breath and shout:

"Justice will prevail!"

All the cavalry were stunned for a moment, and then proudly, fanatically, and excitedly raised their weapons to hold up a steel sky: "Justice will prevail!! Hearing this reliable cry, the cheers of the people became even more enthusiastic, and they almost turned the sky upside down.

At this moment, the glory belongs to Orquilla, and the glory belongs to Orquilla!

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"The necromantic creature has retreated, you know about it."

Hearing Viscount Karl's words, Perls was stunned. But the twilight prayer soon realized his gaffe and smiled self-deprecatingly: "I don't know. What the hell is going on? ”

Carl sighed as well, and sat down, his broad shoulders sinking into the couch. He moved his square chin, his eyes fixed on the table, but his thoughts drifted into the distance: "How to say, the bald eagle commanded properly, achieved the result of almost completely destroying the necromantic creatures, and also recaptured Osgilia, and once again transformed the corpse wetland into a suitable area for living creatures. Now Lingwynny is returning with his army in triumph. ”

"And what about Your Majesty?"

"According to the Commissioner, His Majesty will go to Lal Harleen after the triumphal ceremony to inspect the reconstruction."

"Lal Haren? Wasn't it attacked by the ghost fleet and then wiped out? ”

Karl laughed, "Who did you listen to?" The Ghost Fleet, as terrifying as it was, only fired a single shot at the city and destroyed a few blocks, and it didn't have the ability to raze the entire city to the ground. Reality is not a legendary novel. However, the shock wave and sound wave from the shells were so powerful that many residents with poor physical fitness were killed on the spot, which is true. ”

As if he didn't think there was much to say about such trivia, Karl naturally changed the subject: "Let's go back to Lingwenny." He only assisted the bald eagle in arming the defense, but did not take the initiative, and at noon that day he himself fell into a coma due to a heart attack and was unable to command the army. When the main general fell, the army was in turmoil, and the army almost collapsed on its own, not to mention the subsequent feint on the cavalry of the necromantic creatures. Fortunately, the necromantic creatures were frightened and did not dare to fight, but instead took the initiative to run back to the corpse wetland, so that they could be wiped out in one fell swoop. ”

"It seems that the bald eagle is quite talented." Perls smiled, but he was very anxious in his heart: What happened to Lord Miko, didn't you say that you had a chance to win before? How did you lose in the blink of an eye?

"That's right, it's fortunate that there are adventurers who steal the limelight, otherwise Lingwenny and the military department would have been more prestigious." Karl was concerned with something else. He habitually muttered for a while before he said: "In order to buy people's hearts, Your Majesty did not hesitate to go to Ayalotis in person to offer condolences to the sick Lingwynny, and even participated in the triumphal ceremony with the cavalry. It's an obvious gesture, but there's nothing you can do about it. ”

"It seems that the aristocracy has reached a rather dangerous situation." Perls commented.

"Anyone with a discerning eye can see it. After the chaos, it is necessary to cleanse it, and the nobles are the fat sheep that is slaughtered. But well...... It's even better for us! Taking out a golden envelope from his underwear, Karl couldn't help but open it with joy and handed it to Perls: "You see, someone is out of breath and wants to consult with us." ”

Perls first looked at the inscription at the bottom of the letterhead: "Sam Montgomery? The big guy among the aristocracy? ”

Karl smiled but didn't say a word.

"Dear Viscount Karl:"

"Since tomorrow is the birthday of the disdain, we hold a small banquet and hereby invite you to come to the Humble House. The time is set for 7 p.m. the day after tomorrow. You can bring a lady and a few servants, and if you have a good wine, it's a good idea. ”

"It's a great honor to be here."

"You're faithful, Sam"

After reading it, Perls folded the letter as it was, tucked it back into the envelope, and said with a smile: "It's short, but it's substantial." It seems that Sam Montgomery has offered you an olive branch, and tomorrow's banquet is the eve of the nobles' counteroffensive. ”

"I wondered, couldn't he find someone to talk to? Actually found me, an idle man with nothing to do, etc.? I don't feel like I'm that valuable. ”

"Please don't misestimate your worth, Lord Karl. Maybe your title is not high, and your voice is not heavy, but your qualifications are not to be said. Perls slapped the ass lightly.

"That's right. The title is just a richly decorated name, and there is not much difference between it and it. Karl leaned over and patted Pers on the shoulder, "Mr. Pers, please come with me then, I need you." ”

Perls smiled, "We're here to help." ”

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(I'm good at writing tragedies.) I have always believed that only tragedy can sublimate the soul of a character, and only tragedy can make the character remember. Here is a quote from Chapter 117 "Worship" of Volume 2 of The Journey of the Dead:)

(If you don't have the awareness to face the tragedy, don't keep up with me.) ）

(For those who don't like the storyline, you can imagine a more perfect plot that is more in line with your ideas, and if you write well, I will put it at the top of the comment area (as a fanwork); There's a quicker option, of course, to tap on Personal Space and return the Journey of the Dead collection. The latter is highly recommended, as there may be even more brutal things to happen in the following stories)

(Thank you all for your continued support!) Qingyi will fight harder - no matter how many people leave him, the king will not admit defeat! If you have to ask why, it's that he has a strong heart! Treachery? Treachery? Treachery? If all you see is betrayal, then it's better to go on alone, right? ）