A few days later, it was pouring rain outside, like the Milky Way.

It is not to wash away the filth, let alone to moisten the parched land, but just like a vivid catharsis, the rain that has been suppressed and depressed for a long time on the continent of Ferga has completely exploded.

Overnight, the water in the creek rose several meters, the wood used to build the house was soaked in water and gave off a strong musty smell, and the next day a pile of unnamed white mushrooms appeared in the corner. In other words, ordinary people live in this kind of place all year round, and they will have to fall ill within two years.

The rain stopped in the middle of the night, and the morning fog and humidity were intertwined, but they did not evaporate under the scorching sun after the rain, which made the climate a little hotter.

Gorando had never slept deeply, but he woke up when the rain had stopped, and then opened his eyes until dawn. He pulled himself out of his bed and yawned as he stared out at the rain-washed jungle landscape.

The silence of the whispering forest in the morning sun is inversely proportional to the noise of the night, and the hazy feeling caused by the fog is also a bit beautiful.

In the past few days, the magic circle in Ronoye's body has been as quiet as before, and there has been no movement, and it seems that they will have to stay here for a while longer. According to my future self, the evil spirits outside have been more rampant than ever in the past few days, and the city of Stasi, as the royal capital, may soon fall to most of it.

The demon in the Inquisition probably can't wait, and while it is safe to suck human souls through the spread of black water with curse effect, it is also attractive to use the demon itself as a vehicle to expand the scope of the curse.

After a few years of accumulation, it is probably not far from its heyday, and now the god who can suppress it has disappeared like evaporation, and many of the high-ranking priests and magicians have become demons, and as far as the territory of Fergar is concerned, people have no ability to compete with it.

I don't know if it's because of the deepening of the disease, the eldest prince's sleep is always extraordinarily long, and in the past few days when they settled in the whispering forest, the eldest prince has to sleep for nearly fifteen hours a day, and when he is awake, he is always tired and depressed.

Like the slums they had seen in the slums, it was as if all life had been drained of them, leaving only this walking corpse shell.

As the sun rose and the sun shone brighter, Gorando got out of bed and got dressed, and walked to the bedside of the eldest prince, Justis.

The adult version of Golando estimated that the eldest prince would be completely ill and turned into an evil ghost in a week at most, and the eldest prince himself had no intention of prolonging his life, but under Ronoye's repeated pleas, the adult version of Gorando still did some measures to delay the lesion of the eldest prince.

In just a few days, the skin of the eldest prince has begun to fester, and what he eats will soon vomit out, and from the remains of the vomit, it can be seen that the stomach of the eldest prince is no longer very digestible, and there is still a little bit of starry blood mixed in it, which vividly reveals the cruel facts.

- Just like the prostitute Rose said, these are all symptoms of the impending demon.

The Grand Prince's breathing in his sleep was so small that it was inaudible to indicate that he was extremely weak, and even though he was covered with a quilt, Golando could clearly see a sunken piece of his abdomen, where the internal organs might have rotted.

It must be very painful to live like this, not to mention that the eldest prince has not drunk the black water that slows down the disease, and he will suffer more than those poor people.

If it is said that before the measures are taken, the eldest prince can still die happily in severe pain, then after taking the corresponding treatment to resist the lesion, the eldest prince will not even be able to die quickly.

His skin, organs, and internal organs were rotting and regenerating, as if he were alive to experience decay, or as if the process of death was forcibly elongated, alternating with intense pain and tingling, causing him to scratch his newly grown skin and stain the clothes he wore into a horrible bloody garment.

He struggled and wandered on the edge of life and death, heaven did not accept him, hell rejected him, leaving him on earth without people or ghosts.

And the culprit of this result......

Golando looked at Ronoye, who was still curled up in the covers.

The adult version did sue them for prolonging the death of the eldest prince and aggravating his pain, but neither of them expected it to be this level of "pain".

The eldest prince understood Ronoye's kindness, and he also cared about his kindness, and his gentleness made him endure the pain and not seek death from the three of them, but this was also his limit.

In a few days, when even his mind and personality are slowly devoured, this last tenderness may also disappear quickly.

The person who regrets it the most is undoubtedly Ronoyer.

It was he who selfishly begged the adult version of Gorando to postpone the death of the Grand Prince, and it was he who foolishly wanted to save Uncle Justis's life from the perspective of so-called justice, thinking that he was doing the "right" thing, but he didn't take into account the fact that the other party's life was worse than death.

But regret was useless, so stop the treatment now, and Justis would have to endure a few more days of torture before he died.

It was a heavy blow to Ronoyer.

If only he had heeded that Gorando's advice a few days ago...... He thinks so all the time.

And today, it is the first day to stop treatment.

Gorando stopped at the side of the eldest prince's bed and watched for a moment, until there was movement behind him, and then turned his head to look at Ronoye, who had just gotten out of bed.

Ronoye looked tired, with faint dark circles under his eyes, and even his skin was not as shiny as before.

He was overwhelmed by self-reproach and guilt, and then doubted his long-standing beliefs.

Ronoye got up silently and drank a glass of water, then held the quilt in his hand and remained silent.

"Do you want to eat?" Golando asked.

Ronoye shook his head slightly.

The little young master's good-looking eyebrows were tightened from beginning to end, and a shadow seemed to be shrouded in his face.

"Are you having nightmares?" Golando asked tentatively.

"I'm ......" Ronoye began, but immediately bit his lip again.

He had a nightmare, and it was a nightmare he didn't want to think about, a dream that made him wander and lose his way.

His subconscious refused to deny his previous life, but the facts slapped him in the face again and again.

He longed for someone to confide in, not to strengthen his heart, he just wanted to say what he had been holding back for many days.

Is Golando someone to be trusted?

After thinking about it for a while, Ronoye still gave up this option.

He ignored Golando's inquiries and went to the future Golando instead.

After entering the other party's room and closing the door, he sat straight across from the adult Gorando, like a devout believer ready for confession.

After some hesitation, Ronoye confessed to the adult version of Gorando: "I dreamed of Angelina last night. ”

The adult Golando is not surprised that Ronoye has come to him, as is the other Ronoye, who will always find him to talk about things that he thinks are bothering.

He tapped his fingers lightly on the table, no other expression on his face.

- Angelina has died in this world, and Ronoye's dream has nothing to do with his identity as the prophetic son.

After determining the first point, he asked, "What about exactly?" ”

This time Ronoye's voice was a little quieter: "I dreamed of her being tied to the cross and burned. ”

He remembered Angelina's white, fluttering skirt and the contrasting blood, and how bright and dazzling the fire of the burning saint was.

Observing Ronoye's demeanor, the adult version of Golando raised his chin and motioned for the young master to continue.

"She's always ...... It's painful. Ronoye bowed his head deeply, "She blamed me for just watching and not trying to save her." ”

"But she is just as miserable to live, just like His Royal Highness the Great Prince." The adult version of Golando reminded.

Ronoye didn't seem to hear the words of the adult version of Gorando, and still blamed himself: "Why am I so weak, why am I not capable of saving them?" Angelina and Uncle Justis, they could have been saved......"

"They can't be saved."

"But ......"

"But your power can save them from the past."

The adult version of Golando bites down on the word "before" and makes a pause gesture to Ronoye.

He gave a nondescript example: "When picking up pebbles by the river, basically everyone will want to take as much as possible, but if you catch too much, those that don't fall into the palm of your hand will escape, and life is full of big and small trade-offs." ”

It's impossible to do everything perfectly, and it's not feasible to measure everything on the scales of your mind.

What the young master cares about most is that his act of saving people makes the rescued people more painful, and his pursuits and ambitions are crumbling by the waves of reality after being teleported to the future, and he is almost on the verge of fragmentation.

Growing up hurts, but everyone has to grow, just like the little master himself said, he has a lot of ideals that he wants to accomplish in the future, and his requirements for himself are also very high, the more he can't escape the more he does, and he has to accept the price of growth no matter what.

After giving an example, the adult version of Golando said, "You are not a god, you cannot be perfect." ”

"But what if it's strong enough?" Ronoyer couldn't help but ask.

"But you're obviously not strong enough." The adult version of Golando states the facts, "but you are also powerful...... Ah, it's a mission that you can't do. He withdrew his hand and said, "What should be done, what should not be done, what cannot be escaped, and what should be abandoned, you will slowly understand this truth." ”

"After you go back with the other me, how about you think more about my words?"

Saying that the finished version of the year version Golando lazily pushed away the chair and stood up: "It's time to go and see the situation of His Royal Highness, let's go." ”

He didn't wait for Ronoye, and walked out of the room with a brisk walk, Ronoye stared at the tall back of the departed man, and did not come back to his senses for a long time.