"Of course it's a good thing. As his father, I have the responsibility to let him go early, and he blocked my way... eh? How do you know his situation?"
Ryan Sam was talking, and suddenly realized something was wrong. The old elf snorted, then replied:
"Because he is still alive, yes, your son is still alive. He crawled out of the tomb desperately, and it took more than ten years to recuperate his body. Last week, I helped Jenkins find information about [Whip of the Dead] I happened to meet him when I was there, and after so many years, I almost didn't recognize him.
He is a good man now, has his own business, and is a very honest man as a benefactor, and even wants to help me deal with those cultists. I chatted with him about what happened thirty years ago, and he just talked about his own misery, but he didn't want to tell me who did it all. I was just guessing, but I didn't expect it was really you... "
Because the old elf turned his back to Jenkins, he couldn't see the complicated expression of the old elf. But what happened here today is completely like the stories in those unknown knight novels. Even if other things happen, Jenkins thinks he will not be surprised.
"He's still alive, where is he?"
The old man asked quickly, his face flushed.
"There he is~"
As the old elf spoke, he turned and pointed at Jenkins. Jenkins opened his mouth wide, and his shock surged like a flood.
"Jenkins, you blocked me, not you."
"Ah, that's right, okay."
He hurried away and let the old elf point to the empty space in the room.
"He's still in this city, I won't tell you where he lives, and you don't want to know it in your life. Jenkins, do it, the four angels outside are still waiting."
"OK."
As Jenkins said, he took off the pocket watch chain that could indicate good and bad luck from Alexia's lady's pocket watch, and then wound it around the arrow shaft in a spiral shape. The arrow shaft itself was engraved with fine runes of various colors, and now it is wrapped in a silver chain, making it look even more extraordinary.
"At least tell me about his recent situation, otherwise I will definitely die in peace."
"If you don't close your eyes, for the sake of friends, I will help you close your eyes."
The old elf responded unceremoniously, and then signaled Jenkins to do it.
Jenkins took the arrow and came to the old man sitting on the ground, holding the shaft of the arrow with his right hand and letting the tip of the arrow rush down.
"I usually don't like to say unnecessary words before I do it, but today's situation is special, and I allow you to leave a last word."
He pointed the tip of the arrow at the old man's heart, ready to stab at any time.
The old man stared blankly at Jenkins, but instead of observing him, he tried to see the old elf behind him. His eyes moved towards the arrow in disbelief, and he opened his mouth to continue swearing, but he didn't know what to say.
Feelings of helplessness rarely rushed into the heart of this thousand-year-old old man. He knew that he might really meet the long-awaited death today. Thinking about it this way, he actually felt a little relieved for no reason.
"Since you said you understand how I feel, can you tell me how do you see your future?"
Ryan Sam finally asked the question.
Jenkins hesitated for a moment. He didn't want to answer, but he changed his mind when he started:
"Whether I was lonely in the past or not, I will change now. I don't understand, even if you are cursed, is it true that you haven't tried to fall in love with someone for thousands of years?"
"I tried, and she died."
"Then you are really pitiful... But I have changed my mind. Although I still know that I don't belong here, I will try to accept all this. Although fate always likes to joke with everyone, people can always find their own. The way of living."
He silently recalled the people he knew in this world, and thought of the inexplicable sentimentality that often appeared.
"Listen, as annoying and heart-wrenching as you are, I'm going to give you some advice as the one who's sending you off. We're all alone, but I'm embracing my fate instead of lamenting and Waste time to live a melancholy life. Maybe your fate of being punished by the gods is very sad, but at least you are still alive, and most of the time you live well; the gods may not want to punish you, but just want you to see some truth Do you know? Every peaceful daily life of mortals is a miracle made up of countless miracles. You should be grateful that you can live smoothly, instead of relying on other people's lives to try to get what you shouldn't get. "
"Don't you also want to rely on my life to obtain power that does not belong to you?"
The old man Ryan Sam asked dumbfoundedly. Jenkins' words made sense at first, but when he thought about it carefully, it was simply sophistry.
"No, you use other people's lives to gain power for yourself, but I'm for saving the entire city. That's the difference between us... probably."
Jenkins has never been a person who is good at persuading others, and what he said just now is his limit.
"At the end of the day, you're just, oh..."
The old man looked at the arrow that pierced his chest, and looked at the young man with a serious expression in front of him in disbelief.
"Sorry, I said I would only give you one last word, and now you've said too much."
The cold arrow wrapped around the silver pocket watch chain in his hand ended up in the old man's chest, as if the clothes didn't exist, it didn't hinder the arrow's penetration at all.
Jenkins felt as if he had pierced a thin layer of paper with a sharp knife, and as the arrow sank into it, the cold arrow actually became warm.
The runes engraved on the arrow shaft were lit up one by one from the part that entered the blood/flesh of the old man, and the silver chain wrapped around it just now, climbed up automatically on the arrow shaft, and finally seemed to be integrated into it Similarly, let the arrow be made of metal and wood.
The rune lock of the pocket watch chain is integrated into the fine pattern, and the ancient runes originally on the shaft of the arrow are added to the lock. The two complement each other, but both are tacitly absorbing the power from the old man's body.
Ryan Sam Kamel looked at Jenkins like this, his face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye. He seemed to be accelerated by the power of time, wrinkles appeared on his face, and age spots appeared in patches on the back of his hands and neck.
"This is really..."
His voice gradually became hoarse and deep, and at this moment the old elf behind Jenkins came over to see his old friend off for the last time.
PS: This chapter has been pending review, the reason is that it is illegal to insult... That's why I added pinyin.