Chapter 338 Ben Rachel's Confusion
The glory of God, the glory of the country, the glory of oneself... A paladin is an existence wrapped in these contradictory entanglements. From Oakes, it is not difficult for Punk to see the shadow of Joni Zondas - that is a person who fell into hatred. The pathetic avenger who swirls and wraps himself in glory!
But what did all this have to do with punk, for whom Gioni's mortal hatred for the black dragon Owakin-Acidmaw was not an opportunity to exploit?
At the beginning, Punk and Oakes, who started to put Joni and Maple Leaf Kingdom into their plans, walked ahead, while Ben Rachel, who was still trying to meddle in his own business, could only sigh at the end, and trot to keep up punk.
"Glory? What a sad country!"
Ben Rachel muttered to himself without any concealment.
"you……"!
Oakes, who was walking in front, undoubtedly heard Ben Rachel's words. Oakes, who had been severely stimulated by punk at the gate of the city just now, was about to explode when he heard that Ben Rachel insulted his glory again.
But when he turned his head, he saw Ben Rachel's angry pupils.
A gloomy but warm flame burned in Ben Rachel's pupils. Even through those squinted eyes, the flame may be indistinguishable, but the heat contained in it still has the high temperature of burning the soul... At this moment, Oakes could feel the anger of the mage in front of him that could not be ignored.
Finally, he chose to turn around without saying a word:
"My lords, the hotel arranged by Maple Leaf Kingdom for your lords is right in front of you. I still have business to do, so I won't accompany you."
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A warm flame is burning in the exquisite fireplace made of red bricks, and a little flame splashes with red sparks from time to time. The reddish fire light illuminates the birch dining table in front of the fireplace, and the white ceramic dinner plate is also reflected on it. A little light and shadow of flames.
There are two plates on the dining table, and the same delicious food is placed on both plates-roasted duck with cellar wine.
This kind of roast duck is the top and most expensive delicacy in the Maple Leaf Kingdom. Each duck is fed with spices from a young age in a special farm. Even more expensive and precious spices are kneaded into the roasted duck meat by the royal chef using the most exquisite techniques. The roasted crispy duck skin seals the flavor of the spices and the fat duck fat in the flesh and blood of the roasted duck. Reasonable.
Have to say, even punks have to admit it. The taste of the roasted duck in the cellar wine is very unusual. One bite, the crispy skin breaks easily, the warm and soft duck meat rolls on the tip of the teeth, and the delicious crispy lightly blooms on the tip of the tongue...
Punk was quite satisfied with his meal. It didn't take long for him to eat one-third of the roast duck.
However, Ben Rachel, who was sitting across from Punk, didn't touch his knife and fork at this time - the delicious roast duck he had been thinking about along the way finally arrived in front of him, but Ben Rachel didn't seem to have any appetite at this time.
He was staring out the window blankly.
There was a ragged little girl curled up stiffly and motionless in the biting cold wind—she died!
The night in the City of Maple Flowers is very cold. Even with a fire filled with coal, the indoor temperature is only a dozen degrees. In the fierce cold wind outside, ordinary poor people in the Maple Leaf Kingdom can't wake up too much. It's common, it's common to see that the beautiful waiters standing next to Punk and Ben Rachel all have a familiar expression.
But Ben Lajin couldn't take it for granted, it was impossible for him to be as indifferent as punk, and at this moment, he was looking at the body of the skinny little girl, a little confused and at a loss:
"Brother Sai'an, I feel funny when I say it. I, Rachel, have done a lot of bad things. When I was young, I almost reached the level of the evil camp. When I got old, I never did any good things. I almost can’t remember the official mages who died before I was promoted to the master level. After I was promoted to the master level, I was even more unscrupulous. I opened a black market to sell those medicines to the red-robed lunatics, forced female apprentices to sleep with me, and killed those disobedient subordinates. Hands were soft....but now, seeing these children suffer, I feel sad and angry..."
Under the light of the fire, Ben Rachel no longer had that unscrupulous and amusing feeling, and now he looked more like a dying old man than ever before, and his fat face was full of wrinkles left by the years.
"Thinking about it carefully, my dad was right when I was a child. I am more suitable to sell apples with him in the streets, rather than being a big boss or a mage... Speaking of which, I also have more than four thousand I'm 20 years old, I left a dark wound when I was young, and I can live for four or five hundred years at most... It's not realistic for me to have a legend... At this time, I'm still so sentimental, and I still feel Angry at the plight of these ordinary people...it deserves to be laughed at...but I still can't control myself!"
Ben Rachel casually hung the uneaten roast goose on the corner of the table, and then summoned a flame to burn the body of the little girl outside the window to ashes.
It is not difficult to see that Ben Rachel is very sad and confused now. The fire elements around him are full of loneliness, and the flame in the fireplace will inevitably dim and flicker no matter how much firewood is added.
"jingle"!
After swallowing the last bite of duck meat, Punk put down his fork expressionlessly.
"Sadness? Confusion? Anger? Sympathy? These boring emotions are just obstacles on the way of the spellcaster, entangled by these childish things... Ben Rachel, this shows that you are nothing more than that."
Punk's words are still as cold and sharp as ever.
But this time, Ben Rachel, who was immersed in his own world, did not respond to him, and the lost fat old man was still looking out of the window without saying a word, watching the howling cold wind blow the ashes on the ground with the little bit of remaining warmth. and sweep.
"never mind"!
Punk, who had never cared about Ben Rachel's reaction, stood up as if nothing had happened.
"Your childishness and stupidity have nothing to do with me. After killing that black dragon, it doesn't matter whether you plan to save this country or the whole world, but..."
Having said that, Punk looked at Ben Rachel with a chill in his eyes.
"Don't let your stupid emotions hinder my plan, this is the bottom line of my tolerance"!
After finishing speaking, Punk turned back and walked out of the hotel on his own. He didn't plan to spend the night in the residence arranged by Joni. He planned to dig a cave as a temporary residence before the night fell completely.