[Xin Wei] The old man never dies

two,

half year later.

Alves was sitting by the window writing something, he was a little absent-minded, occasionally looking at the scenery outside the window.It was getting late, he wanted to finish quickly...and then go back to his room to rest.Someone behind him coughed abruptly, and Alves almost jumped up in fright.He suddenly turned his head and saw Singold standing in the room with his head tilted, as if he was particularly amused by his reaction.

Alves was speechless.

"What's the matter, I'm so surprised all of a sudden." But the guy opposite was unconscious, his childish eyes sparkling. "Haven't you already seen me?"

"I thought you wouldn't come again."

What Alves said was the truth, he felt that knowing the future was something that should never be done again.As long as Singold was sane, he knew he shouldn't go to the future... Then he remembered that Singold had never been a sane person.

"But... I'm still worried. Even if I already know the end of the matter... what will happen after that? After I went back yesterday, I thought about it repeatedly. Even if you and Celis reconciled, I still can't let go. So, I decided to look further into the future."

"Is it just yesterday for you?" Alves said.

Singold curiously asked him what had happened before, and learned that in the past six months, Celis had successfully defeated the forces of the Dark Dragon, and he had been busy working for the new country.Alves did not regain his status as emperor, but lived as an ordinary person.

Singold looked curiously at the manuscript he was writing: "What is this?"

"Give your son some advice on running the country. He's too young," Alves said.

"Oh, you won't teach him badly, will you?"

"By an emperor's standards, he's not bad enough."

Singold decided to forget the subject.

"It's rare to come here, I don't want to stay in the room and chat anymore, how about we go out for a walk?" He suggested.It looks like a good season outside the window at this time, and Xi Yafei has different scenes throughout the year.He also remembered that he often stayed by the sea, and he stayed all day.and other people...

However, facing the invitation, Alves just laughed and shook his head.

"Sorry, I can't go out now."

He hesitated a little in the face of Singold's puzzled eyes, and finally pointed to his feet.

Singold bowed his head—and froze, Alves' feet were bound by heavy shackles and chained to the chair.He moved his eyes slowly, and looked at the thin face again... Alves was very calm, without any expression of self-pity.Singold's breath seemed to freeze...

"How is it possible, Celis won't do this kind of thing to you..."

But he immediately remembered that he had known his son for less than a day.Although that meeting made him feel that some aspects of Celis still resembled his own...

"It's not him. But there are other people around him, and he can't just trust his own opinion." Alves explained to him calmly. "In any case, my existence must be an obstacle to this country."

"But that's also...wrong."

Singold couldn't say that there was anything specifically wrong—but something was definitely wrong.

Yesterday, on a gloomy night, he saw Alves' body.The wound on it was too tragic, and the deceased must have suffered a lot of torture during his lifetime.He went back more than ten hours before, and saw Alves standing on the top of the city, facing the fortified army and the crowd full of hatred.Singold heard each of them talking, accusing Alves of his crimes.

With a look of contempt, Alves mockingly asked these people to kill him without any excuse.In the hands of those people, Singold recognized the divine sword Balumunk, the holy bow Ichibal, and the magic sword Misteddin... This is a new holy war, they say... more than ten Hours later, Alves would be lying there alone, wounded by it all.Never again has another ordinary person been so badly wounded and died.

The last to come out was Celis, but, as one could tell, he was pretty much the only one who didn't want to fight.In his hand is the holy sword that arrived in his hand at some unknown time.

Singold didn't do anything, he approached the battlefield and walked to Alves...

Then everything stopped...

"I don't like it," he told Alves. "You looked like you were dying."

"You don't understand anything at all. Death was the only thing I wanted at that time, and you... even took that away." Alves responded bitterly. "In the past six months, I haven't hated you for a single day."

"But only by living can there be hope. Even if you feel guilty, don't you have to live to redeem your sins?!"

"Singold, you are as naive as I remember. If you want to atone, others will let you atone. Do you think there is such a good thing in the world?"

Speaking of this, Alves pointed to the shackles on his feet: "I was imprisoned in this city for half a year. Your son didn't want to do it at first, but everyone else thought I was dangerous. It seems that the Farah Flame Power still scares them... In the end, I was deprived of almost everything and imprisoned here. Even so, it was the result of Celis' efforts to convince everyone. Many people simply could not accept that he did not avenge his father. Besides, people in this world, I have long been used to blaming the emperor for all the pain I have suffered."

Singold choked.

"Afterwards, it was I who persuaded them. I said that since I did not die in battle, I asked to be judged by the law—the law, the only property I left for the Empire. I would die under what I created, without What could be more wonderful than this. If the people of Gulan Bell learn to use the law to punish an emperor, then the world will take a big step forward." Speaking of this, Alves pointed to the letter on the desk. "The letter I am writing to Celis is about this matter. To be honest, it is not so easy to decide how to die."

"I thought……"

"Anyway, your son needs to get this done, to win people over for him."

"I... I don't like this. Don't you have any other options?"

Singold continued to flinch.

He may be invincible on the battlefield, but in the face of the cold reality, he is no different from a child.Just by looking at him, you can understand that life is too gentle and too easy for someone like him... He has never thought about many things in the world, and he can't do whatever he wants.

"If I had another choice... I wouldn't have killed you in the first place," Alves said.

He lowered his head, briefly, as if laughing or crying.Singold touched his shoulder.

Alves felt a ghostly embrace.Singold's hand passed through his body, bringing a strange shudder.After all, they are in different time and space.

"When is the trial?"

"I won't tell. You'll never go out and make trouble again."

"You're a heartless bastard."

"Yeah, if you've been an emperor a lot, people will naturally become like this."

Singold looked at him silently, his eyes full of pleading.But...he knew that he couldn't convince Alves, the other party had much more life experience than him.Even at the same age, Alves already understood the dark and unfair side of this world.

To win the whole world, you have to be a thousand times more ruthless...

"If you survive, I will definitely come back to you," he said. "I don't have much time left, I can't be by your side every night. But, I will try my best..."

No!You don't come here!Alves tried hard not to yell at him.Why doesn't the bastard Singold accept the reality?He had no idea how cruel it was to live between hope and despair, he had no idea...at least, he died before he could understand everything, and he wouldn't suffer much else.At least, he risked his life for a sufficiently stupid ideal.

He didn't understand that Alves' name would be remembered by the world as a cruel emperor, and he would be regarded as the culprit of all darkness.People will forget that it is their own desires and ideals that really make history, and will simply attribute everything to the merits or sins of a few.However, history is like this, ruthlessly crushing everyone forward.

Alves could only pray for a little mercy in front of this huge power.