The erected candle was extinguished by someone unknown, and in the darkness, the roar of the old elf became louder and louder. And when the light appeared again, the angry elf was holding a bow and squatting on the bookcase with the best view in the room, looking like a leopard hunting.
"Jenkins Williams, are you really a foreigner? Why does fate only give you a chance? Have you ever experienced the sadness of not being able to make friends, not socializing, living a normal life, but seeming to be cut off from the whole era? "
The old man Leon Sam's words were full of despair and resentment, but every time he uttered a sound, the hunting elves could accurately capture his position.
Sianod thinks that when he was young, he was also a good bow and arrow player among the elves. Now with that wonderful bow, it doesn't make sense for Leon Sam to hurt Jenkins in the narrow living room.
"Why is this all? Jenkins Williams, why were you chosen? Is it just because your middle name is [Raydan Putt]?"
The sound of the wind came from behind his head, Jenkins turned his head slightly, and then kicked back suddenly. The old man was kicked out like a cannonball, and directly smashed the wooden cabinet on the opposite wall, which seemed to be made of fir boards.
"I was chosen not because my middle name is [Raidan Putt], but because I can save the world, so my middle name is [Raidan Puter]."
Jenkins said this, standing in the middle of the living room and looking at the old man struggling to get up. Even after being kicked with all his strength by Jenkins, the old man didn't seem to have changed much.
The curse of the gods is both a curse and a gift. The price of loneliness is longevity, and the price of longevity is loneliness.
"Have I ever experienced the sadness of being cut off from an entire era? Yes, I have, I have experienced this feeling more than anyone else. I shouldn't belong to this damn era at all, and I don't belong to this damn era any more than you era."
While speaking in a deep voice, he walked quickly to the old man, and punched him directly against the wall.
"Have I ever experienced the pain of not being able to promise to my lover? Yes, I have experienced it, and I have experienced it more than once. You damn thing, you dare to ask me such a question."
Jenkins rarely used harsh words, and he was not angry with other questions, but this question made him very angry.
The old elf was still curled up on the bookcase, and pointed his longbow at his old friend's throat. Jenkins reached out and grabbed the throat of the old man who was short of breath due to the severe blow to his lungs, and then lifted him up with only his own strength with one hand.
"Have I ever experienced loneliness?"
He took a deep breath to suppress his emotions, but he couldn't help but think of all the experiences he had encountered in the six months since he came to this world, his cat, his family, those beautiful girls, his father...
"You have to think that you are the loneliest person in the world, damn it, do you really think that you are unlucky? At least you are still in your own..."
He didn't say the word "world", but lifted the old man even harder. The latter let out an "uh~uh~" sound from his throat, his face immediately turned pale, and soon began to turn blue.
He was not without resistance, but even if he tried his best to grab the palm of Jenkins' throat, he couldn't break free.
Jenkins considered himself a person who was good at managing his emotions, but the three questions just now really angered him. He lost everything in the past for no reason, came to this strange and backward world, and was forced to associate with a group of people who did not understand the core values of social//socialism/ism/core values, ethics and morals that were seriously contrary to him, and in this strange and backward world. City life with a poor sewer system, but he never complained about it, accepting his fate and living on with the name Jenkins Williams on his back.
Even though he now has his own cat, his own house, his own teacher, his own career and love, his unfading memory always reminds him that this is not his hometown, and the deep-rooted way of thinking always makes him I feel out of place here.
Even as he tries to fit in with Jenkins Williams, he always knows who he really is. It was impossible for him to completely abandon the memory of the past twenty years and pretend that it was just a dream.
And now, the person in front of him actually dared to ask him that kind of question.
"Do you think you are innocent? Who is not innocent in this world?"
Jenkins thought he was the most innocent one compared to the old man in front of him. Ryan Sam is "outlander" because of his family, to say the least, and Jenkins is "outlander," and there's really nowhere to look for why.
As he spoke, he slightly let go of the right hand that was holding his throat, giving the old man a chance to breathe and speak.
"You don't understand anything at all!"
Seizing the opportunity to speak, Ryan Sam Kamel roared in a hoarse voice. Jenkins' hands could feel the vibrating organs in his neck. The old man's eyes were bloodshot, and his face looked hideous as if he was about to eat Jenkins.
"You don't understand anything at all. People like you who are chosen by fate will never understand the thoughts of those of us who can't ask for it. Do you know that those things that are easily available to you are my lifelong pursuit. is my final salvation."
His throat was vibrating at a regular frequency. After Jenkins noticed this, he realized that his right hand was actually turning silvery white. He felt more and more unable to control the hand, as if someone had stuffed the silver into the flesh.
"Huh~"
With a cold snort, the spirit of life quickly poured into his right arm.
"Each of us has different pursuits. I don't want to talk nonsense with you. Since the foreigner didn't choose you, there is a reason for it. I don't intend to change your mind, but I think I have a way to end your curse.
Since the Kamel family tried to summon the power of the blood that spread throughout the family at the cost of [sacrifice], it ended up being punished by God; therefore, if you want to end this long curse, let the soul of the family rest in peace, and let you It is also possible to step into the death of eternal sleep, so it must also end with [sacrifice]. "
"Sacrifice what? I have nothing. Except for the vigilant Sianod, the other friends were sacrificed by me thirty years ago."
Ryan Sam asked while struggling, if ordinary people were lifted up by Jenkins' throat like this, they would have suffocated to death by now.