[Just staying in the dark], [destroying the possibility with my own hands], [I don't admit it] - the only words at that time were connected, why Li Lin said that, why he beat himself, now I fully understand.

The body's reaction was one step faster than the accusation of thinking, and Roland slapped himself mercilessly.

Disbelief, incomprehensible, confused, and ridiculous pointed along the fingers to Roland.

"He has a younger sister, let him take her with him. ”

"It's not like what I promised, I'm only one person to let go, right? You're asking me to pay more gold for an insignificant girl? This is not in line with the rules of the game, and it is against the basic conditions of the transaction. ”

"With that magic item, it's enough for you to recover your losses. ”

"What a sophistry with overwhelming self-confidence. ”

The witch snorted coldly, and the teasing and unhappiness thinned out under the seductive countenance, and arrogance and dominance outlined disdainful words:

"You are my belonging, and all your qiē is naturally my belonging. ”

In the face of the outrageous and unreasonable claims, the boy said that the slave was the property of the master, the possession, and of course the object did not need to hold the property.

"None of the guys who asked for money that sounded stupid, right?"

The audience finally couldn't bear it anymore and laughed with their bellies in their hands.

They laughed and laughed, their faces flushed with excitement and difficulty breathing.

Words that were too upright and selfless sounded like a joke to the men—the most lame kind.

In this slave market soaked in blood, sweat and urine, [how to do it for others] is definitely the coldest joke. And there is no one. In this dung pit filled with violence, aggression, humiliation, plunder, deception, selfishness, and framing, everyone thinks only about their own destiny and future, and there is no room for high-sounding words, not even the time to imagine that kind of boring things.

No, it's not just this, look around the world, search every corner. Ask thousands of people and ask thousands of people, and the answer is the same.

The wise seed will only live for itself. There is not a single one who lives for others.

"Even if I agree to such a stupid request, no one will compliment you. Thank you, appreciate you - including the guy who betrayed you. ”

The witch asserted coldly, and her words turned into blades.

"Although with the face of a good child. But you've actually had the idea of betraying him, haven't you?"

“...... Yes. ”

The boy bit his lip and nodded.

Whether denied or admitted, the idea of betraying the half-breed did come to mind for a moment.

"Luckily...... I didn't do that. ”

On the sloppy stage, the boy said.

Man has to betray others to survive—Rosser's face and words came out along with the thought of betrayal, and he wrapped himself around Roland like a snake.

It's very easy to betray someone, just point your finger at someone and hide in a safe corner yourself, and no one will blame you, because everyone else does it.

Like Rosie, to be that kind of person.

"I don't want to be that kind of adult! I hate betraying people!!People like betrayal, and it's his business to like that way of living!!I don't want to be a mean villain!!"

Salome tilted her head. Smiled slightly.

"Oh yes, what a stupid child, a little adult who has repeatedly shamed people......"

The sigh is mixed with some emotion, as if shy and sad mildness, and the breath of a girl's love has just opened. Then she turned back into a witch who sent chills down her spine.

"It seems that there is no need to ask next, anyway, except for a few aliens, the thinking of humans and orcs is not bad. ”

The witch sighed boredly, and Roland grabbed the discord from the words.

A few aliens, humans and orcs. ...,

The grammar and pronunciation of these two words were fine, but Roland felt that the position of speaking was familiar.

- Don't take sides. Calm and thorough, without any emotion, to observe the perspective of the surroundings.

A flash of inspiration flashed at what had been caught, and the half-breed's roar made his head buzz.

"What is this?!, all of them are amazing, do you play me like a fool?!!!

Unbounded, there is no logic to vent his emotions, and the inferior, angry boy roars as if he has given up on himself.

His mother's unmarried son, who had been raped by foreign soldiers, had long been accustomed to being treated coldly, and the village guys, the bear guys, and the dregs of the slave trade were all the same, treating him and his sister with damp and contemptuous glances and beatings all day long.

But what's the matter with her and him?

With their innate strength and aristocratic privilege to participate in state affairs, magicians tend to see ordinary people as dispensable ants. The arrogance of this woman named Salome who does not take others seriously can also be regarded as a manifestation of this nature.

However, the boy has an intuition that is not inferior to Roland, and the anomalies in his words are also perceived. Unlike Roland, the boy has an inexplicable sympathy for that indifference.

When he wanted to further resonate with that idea, Salome abruptly interrupted the discussion, and after a quick glance, did not look at him again.

Unrequited love-like emotions are ignored, and the boy is difficult to accept and adjust for a while. What made him even more unbearable was Roland.

Integrity, strength, selflessness for the sake of others - it is like the shining sun.

The half-breed does not hate such Roland, but is disgusted by himself who reveals his despicable form under this light, and is unwilling to accept the status quo.

[Only I am so unbearable], [Why am I so despicable], [Why is I the only one like this?]

The self-loathing is uncontrollable, and the bitter and unspeakable feelings that have supported the survival of the mixed-race child to this day are swelling up, and the rebellion that only occurs in adolescence is fully expressed in the 7-year-old child.

"Who do you think you are, hypocritical bastard!"

Knowing that the dangerous love of [jealousy] was pulling him into an ugly runaway, the boy still forgot himself and shouted:

"Wouldn't it be nice if I died alone!!!"

Syllable!!

The mixed-race boy's face is tilted to one side, and there are bright red palm prints on the dirty face.

Because it was too sudden, the surroundings just stared at Roland with a face full of anger and remorse in his eyes.

Syllable!!

Another resounding slap in the face, and the stunned people watched as Roland left palm prints on his face.

"You ......"

The half-breed looked at Roland blankly, and forgot the burning pain on his face.

"I finally got it, it's too bad, it's terrible. ”

It sucks, it sucks just as much as I was at that time.

The beast-eared boy yelled hysterically and shouted "Let me die alone" bastard words, just like he touched at that time.

The wayward child who refused to be helped by others and stayed in a dark corner crying was obviously handing it to his eyes with kindness, but he refused it as a bastard. (Your support is my biggest motivation.) ),