Chapter 422 Fanatic Believers and Victims

The man named "Sheath" is not the kind of monster who doesn't know how to love.

But after recognizing, contacting, understanding, and getting the love that belongs to you, you can then resolutely abandon it.

He is a victim.

But what he sacrificed exceeds what he owns...

In other words, he relied on others' "love" and "trust" in him and sacrificed things that did not belong to him but belonged to others.

From this point of view, he is a plunderer on the road of ideals - like a general who expands territory, he does not understand the cruelty of war, nor does he not know that this is an act of aggression... but after knowing all this , still determined to destroy the dreams of others for the sake of his own dreams.

"...It turns out to be this type."

For some reason, Delphinium became a little disappointed when she saw Russell's expression.

She stretched out her hand to hold the back of his hand with concern: "What's wrong?

"Are you disappointed with that man?"

"Disappointment... not really. But it's definitely different from what I thought at the beginning."

Russell shook his head.

He originally thought that Sheath would be more inclined to "traveler" than "predator", and he left Alice just to seek the truth. He is a collector of history and a solver of questions... He should be closer to the kind of aloof and lonely scholar than the kind of sword-wielding man who gives people a sense of danger and sharpness.

It seems that only such a erudite and wise, silent and profound man, who embarks on a lonely and romantic journey for the truth, can be worthy of a gentle woman like Alice, who has given up her wealth and wealth for more than twenty years. Years of loneliness and poverty.

Just like the London stockbroker Strickland, he followed the crazy call whispered in his heart, abandoned his happy family, traveled alone, painted alone, and found life from the bitter journey of life. The essence and freedom of the soul - Russell once thought he would be such a man.

But now it seems that is not the case.

That person was indeed just as silent...

But that silence is not because of wisdom, not because of understanding everything in the world, not as indifferent as a clear spring or a deep stream, but as burning as a raging fire - burning one's soul and life, sacrificing what one can. Everything, dedicate the rest of your life to the path you pursue.

Not a traveler, but a fanatic.

Not a wise man, but a victim.

Russell did not know the ideals he pursued and the path he pursued, so he could not evaluate whether his actions were right or wrong. He just felt an inexplicable sense of loss...

Because his pursuit of romance, freedom and the essence of life can explain his crazy behavior, let's consider his abandonment of Alice as his "disease". Because Russell also knows that some souls have always been unable to be bound. If he suddenly became such a weirdo, then no one would have to blame him. This is just a sudden illness of a certain soul, a natural disaster, and misfortune.

However, he gave up everything for utilitarian purposes and asked Alice to sacrifice with him. Although he may not have such a direct request, if he does not stop him, he will watch his wife relying on "love" To support oneself... is also a silent moral kidnapping.

In this case, Russell had to see...what was worthy of him doing this.

As the son of Alice and also the son of Sheath, he has the right to ask what Sheath got after sacrificing Alice.

If the answer didn't satisfy him - or even if he couldn't agree on the direction, Russell wouldn't mind giving the other person a good beating, or standing in the opponent's hostile position, or even cruelly burying the ideal with his own hands.

He wouldn't be afraid to move just because this result was "obtained at the expense of Alice"... It would be quite the opposite.

If the answer really didn't satisfy Russell, he would rather destroy it. Just because he doesn't deserve this result.

"...Is this feeling true anger?"

Russell murmured softly.

He lowered his head and stared at his hands in concentration.

He felt the blood pouring into his brain, his vision becoming brighter as if he was tipsy, his fingertips numbing slightly, and his breathing becoming rapid. He felt as if his heart was being clenched tightly, but it was beating angrily... He felt the heat in his palm, as if he were holding on to hot iron.

This is so.

He didn't know how many times he had pretended to be angry so far. There were also moments when his expression was anxious and his words were filled with anger.

But this time, he didn't feel any throbbing. I won't be eager to vent anything.

Rather, while not losing his composure, he could clearly feel something surging in his heart. That is something that can make people who are originally lazy and lazy become serious, and make honest people become fierce.

"Are you looking for the deer head statue?"

Delphinium felt the anger in Russell's heart.

She did not comfort Russell or enlighten him.

She just asked softly.

As a companion, as a collaborator, and as a friend, I made the most effective suggestions.

"No."

Russell also calmly refused: "The remains of the deer-headed statue cannot speak at all. And the program she implanted into our brains can also speak to us.

"In other words, if the deer-headed statue really wants to say something, she will tell us even if we don't go to her, she will still be here.

"After all, she can hear everything we say. And for the deer-headed statue whose spirit is divided into many parts, there is no possibility of 'no time to contact us'.

"Since I mentioned this, she didn't say a word. It means that the deer-headed statue doesn't want to say anything to me.

"It would be disrespectful and impolite if I walked directly up to her and asked. It would be as if I was forcing her to ask something. At that point, how can I be sure that someone 'doesn't want to tell me these things' , the information mentioned must be 100% reliable?

"It just so happens... I'm not the kind of loser who can't find anything after leaving the Tower of Babel. It's better to do it myself."

What he said was a bit serious.

But Delphinium nodded clearly, and replied simply and clearly: "Then I will help you... I am the best cyber detective in Happy Island.

"When do you plan to start investigating, and where do you want to start?"

"Before becoming a 'priest', Sheath was also a psyker. I hope to learn about his psychic abilities."

"Do you care more about ability than motivation?"

"After all, he is closer to his imaginary enemy than his relatives."

"Right."

Delphinium nodded slightly and agreed with Russell's statement.

She clenched her left hand in front of her chest, and used the heel of her right hand to snap the knuckles of her left hand one by one.

"It won't be too late..."

The white-haired girl took a deep breath: "I don't know if the chairman will suddenly react; I don't know how long I can sit in the position of 'Minister of the Special Execution Department'. While it's still safe now, It is better to start investigating immediately...use all conveniences, make preparations in advance, and leave a good way out."

"Okay," Russell nodded, "Then I'll go back to Tongshen Island and prepare to leave, and then I'll go look for malt wine. On the bright side, I'll first change the identity of 'Ultramarine'."

"Remember to bring me food, I won't be going home tonight. Just stay at your house and look after the house."

"good."

After the two had a brief exchange, they separated into two groups.