Chapter 27 Murderous Hatred

This madness lasted for twenty minutes before it gradually stopped.

Kirk gasped violently and staggered back a few steps. The knight's sword in his hand was casually put aside, and the sharp sword tip drew a white shallow mark on the ground.

Looking at the relief sculpture in front of him that had been chopped into pieces beyond recognition, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He turned his head and gave me an apologetic smile: "Sorry, I was a little excited just now..."

I raised my hand to stop him and said, "It's okay, I can understand."

Kirk coughed a few times, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled it. Looking at the messy relief, he said to me: "I don't know what the purpose of this relief is. It's a conspiracy of monsters to arouse adventurers." Anger, or is this a totem carved by the God of Creation to hone our endurance?"

"Although adventurers who are loyal to the God of Creation should not be so impulsive, when I saw the various behaviors of the characters on the reliefs, I still couldn't contain the anger in my heart. Now, although I have vented it, I am still angry about my impulse. And feel ashamed."

He sighed heavily, turned to me, with pleading eyes, and said: "As a companion, I would like to ask, what do you think these reliefs mean?"

I understand very well the approach of Kirk, a fanatical believer. Whenever he thinks something is different from the teachings, he will always carry out humane destruction as soon as possible. After the destruction is complete and his mind has cleared up, he will ask the people around him. Witness whether the thing he destroyed conflicts with his teachings.

And often by this time, they have already committed an unforgivable crime.

Most of the time, though, they excuse themselves.

If what they destroy is something that deviates from the doctrine, they will think that their actions are holy and just; if what they destroy is not something that deviates from the doctrine, they will think that everything they do is for the sake of God and can be forgiven. of.

All in all, they are always right.

I have two proven ways to solve this type of problem.

Either agree with his point of view, or answer him in a roundabout way, divert his attention, and move the topic elsewhere.

In comparison, I'm better at the second approach.

Pretending to think, after a long time, I said seriously: "I think these reliefs are telling history."

"State history?"

After hearing this, Kirk frowned and nodded thoughtfully. It was obvious that he was led into the ditch by me.

"Yeah, you can think about it this way, why are these infuriating reliefs here?"

I took a step forward and turned on the speaker mode, with a serious and solemn expression, and said: "That's because this is a painful history. Countless adventurers, for the sake of world peace, rushed to the monster boss without hesitation. Well, they are the minotaurs in the relief. For the sake of justice, they were not afraid of death, fought desperately, and even paid their lives for it."

"After countless comrades died, they discovered that the Minotaur's strength was incredibly powerful, which was simply beyond their reach. So, the first deserter appeared in the team, and the first deserter appeared. Naturally, there was a second one, and soon, everyone became deserters, and the whole team was in ruins." I pointed to the relief sculpture that was chopped into a mess and said, "That's what this relief sculpture wants to express."

Kirk was very entranced when he heard it. When he saw me suddenly stopping, he asked with some urgency: "Then? What's next?"

I held my chin, thought for a moment, and continued: "The next thing may be like this. When the God of Creation saw that human beings were defeated and the world was about to fall, he felt compassion and took action himself to defeat them all and seal them underground. It’s in the city for us to upgrade and earn money to brush up our equipment.”

"That's about it." I looked up at Kirk, and found that this guy was looking at me with burning eyes, as if thunder from the sky would stir up fire on the earth.

I waved my hands repeatedly and refused: "Sorry, please don't look at me like this. I'm not as good as Long Yang and I'm not interested in men."

"No, no, no, you misunderstood." Kirk saw that I had thought wrongly, and his poker face, which was born with a beard, started to sweat in embarrassment: "I didn't mean that, I just think that your explanation just now is very valid." The truth, I think, is that the fact must be as you explained, the great God of Creation finally saved the world, yes, that must be the case!"

He made fists with both hands and put them on his forehead again. He raised his head and murmured to himself: "Thank you, the great God of creation, for your use, my Lord!"

From a distance, an extremely anxious female voice came over: "Kirk, we paid you not to pray, but to help us eliminate the boss!"

Not long after, Yifang came over angrily, and the others also looked unkind.

But they couldn't point the finger at us, so they had to vent their anger on Kirk's head.

"Kirk, I hope you can be more serious." Quincy said with a gloomy face, holding back his anger: "If you haven't stopped getting mad, please leave. As for wages, I won't pay you a copper coin, because You didn’t fulfill our agreement!”

Quincy's words were very rude, with a hint of threat in his tone.

Kirk had a poker face and nodded without arguing.

Quincy looked at me, with a very complicated expression on his face. He was very angry that I didn't step in to help, but when he thought of what I had said to him before, he was helpless.

After thinking again and again, he forced out a very ugly smile: "Mr. An Xiaoyi, if possible, I hope that you will also search for the boss with us. In this case, our chances of finding the boss will be much greater."

"Then what?" I raised my eyebrows and said, "What benefits can I get?"

Seeing that Quincy's expression was very depressed, I spread my hands and said, "I'm not Buddha. I can't do the noble thing of cutting meat to feed the eagles. Everything needs to be exchanged at equal value. There is no benefit. Why should I help you?"

My eyes were very sincere, without a hint of cunning, and my tone was no different from chatting about everyday things.

But I can clearly see the lingering hatred in Quincy's eyes.

Do I have to carry forward the spirit of ** and selflessly dedicate my youth?

ill!

I thought to myself: "How about people keeping diaries?"

Quincy closed his eyes for a while, took a deep breath, and opened them again. The hatred in his eyes had been hidden. He nodded politely to me and said, "Okay, Mr. An Xiaoyi, if you help us find If we defeat the boss together, I will give you half of the loot, how about it?"

After thinking for a moment, I nodded and agreed to his condition: "Yes, but half of the loot will be divided between us."

I pursed my lips towards Fenghuang and the others, and continued, "Not me."

"make a deal!"

After Quincy and I clapped hands, the moment he turned around, I saw the hatred in his eyes again.

That is, with murderous hatred.

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