Igula looked at the dagger stuck in front of Ash, his dry lips trembled slightly, and the long-lost feeling of fear gnawed at his heart like a wolf.
Am I afraid of death? Am I just a mediocre man? Am I just an unqualified fraudster? He thought.
Fear is the calm Veela, and calmness is the health bar of the Trickster. When calmness is drained away by fear, it also means that the life of the Trickster has come to an end.
Igula had forgotten the last time he felt scared. When he successfully tricked the first lollipop out of the children in the orphanage, and when he falsely accused the other children to the director of the orphanage, he seemed to have lost the feeling of fear.
After studying the psychic faction seriously, Igula thought that he was born with an antisocial personality. If he didn't become a fraudster, it would be a waste of his life. For him, playing with human nature is not only for profit, but also for making a living. He is the kind of person who can only live in the dark and can't survive without playing tricks.
The unique social environment and locational advantages of the Blood Moon Kingdom made his career path smooth. Even the small setback of being caught by the Hunting Bureau did not frighten Igula. Instead, he thought it was a kind of professional training. Although the prisoners in Broken Lake Prison were a little harder to deceive, it only increased Igula's enthusiasm for challenges.
Igula has never been afraid of the wandering fate. In the past, he had encountered more dangerous situations than the current one. He was surrounded by killers from the inner organization, had a pistol pointed at his head, and was even forced to use a sword to kill him, but he was not afraid at all.
Because the first person a fraudster deceives is himself.
If a trickster doesn’t believe that he is immortal, how can he dare to trick others? If a trickster doesn’t believe that his next words can turn the situation around, how can he trick others
So Igula didn't understand why he was afraid.
It was obvious that his life was not in danger at all.
He clearly still held one of Ash's wishes in his hand.
As long as he gave the order, Ash couldn't hurt him at all.
Ash will probably attack Harvey first, Igula thought.
As for the possibility that Ash would refuse the invitation, Igula didn't even consider it - there was no reason for Ash not to take action against them, just like the Veela would not refuse the orcs who came to their doorstep.
For this group of escaped prisoners from Broken Lake Prison, fighting each other is just a way of greeting each other. If there is no chance, they will create one to frame someone. If there is a chance, they will trap them to death.
There is only pure mutual benefit between them, and there is no room for mercy.
It's strange to say, although they had no conflict of interest after successfully escaping from prison, Igula was deeply wary of other people, and strangers were more trustworthy than these inmates.
They are the same kind that cannot live in peace with each other. If they must act together, they will inevitably end in death.
Igulla also pondered why he had murderous intentions towards other inmates.
To erase the past? The Criminal Investigation Department still has a large criminal record on him.
To protect the secret? After leaving the Blood Moon, no matter whether it was Harvey or Igula, their secrets were meaningless.
To protect yourself
Yes, that's right, it was to protect himself. Because Igula found that no matter how unconvinced and vigilant he was, when the time came, he would still choose to cooperate with Harvey and Ash, and Harvey and Ash were also familiar with his fighting style, they were like... companions who depended on each other.
Dependence is the most dangerous knife, which is handed from oneself to the companion behind. --- "Ansu Fable·Companion·Ending Summary"
Exposing oneself is foolish, relying on others is shameful, and having companions is like entering a countdown to betrayal. If it were another time or another place, Igula might be willing to take the risk of meeting this group of companions, but they are death row inmates that they met in prison - companions picked up from the trash can, do you dare to take them
Igula didn't dare, he knew Harvey and Ash didn't dare either.
Since we cannot be companions but are forced to form a tacit understanding of companionship, we can only become enemies.
This is how the Blood Moon people treat others—others will always be others and will never be their own people.
As long as you betray others first, you will not be betrayed. This is the law of selfishness.
So when Igula saw Ash pull out the knife without hesitation, he was not surprised at all. But contrary to Igula's expectations, Ash did not walk towards Harvey, but looked at him.
Igula's mind turned, and he immediately understood what Ash was thinking - he wanted to force himself to use up his wishes before dealing with Harvey, so that the trickster would no longer be able to intimidate the former cult leader.
As expected of you... As expected of you, the hateful enemy who suppressed me from beginning to end...
You are indeed the leader of a cult that brings misfortune to people, and I am just one of your victims.
Everything was as expected and Igula was not angry.
But for some reason, he felt a little lost.
Ash squatted in front of him, lifted his chin, and put the dagger to his slightly dusty face. Igula looked at Ash, and suddenly a new idea came to his mind—he would die anyway if he continued, so instead of using his wish to protect his last dignity before death, why not drag Ash to die together, be buried together in the virtual world, and become a phantom of the past together
Since I can't survive, there's no need to worry about your life or death.
Or... can I just use my wish to let you kill me, save me from pain, and allow you to be reborn
Just when Igula was getting excited, Ash stopped, looked at Yongjie Changzai and asked, "Can you promise to let me go after I finish this task?"
"If you can truly prove your loyalty to the Four Pillar Gods," Yongjie Changzai said, "you will naturally receive the treatment you deserve."
"You are using empty words to evade the question." Ash said, "If that's the case, then let's sign a document. I brought the miracle contract paper. With the guarantee from the virtual realm, I will believe you."
Yongjie was always looking at him with a strange smile on his face. There seemed to be wind around the Silver Throne, blowing her skirt slightly.
Snapped!
Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and the fire chain on the hanging disk above Ash's head broke. Although Ash immediately threw the dagger at Yongjie Changzai, he was also hit hard on the back by the falling hanging disk, and the whole person twitched on the ground like a shrimp in pain.
The dagger was deflected by the invisible airflow and accurately nailed to the side of Yongjie Changzai's face, just a hair's breadth away from cutting that cute little round face.
The mechanical arm put the dagger back into her skirt. She signaled the man in black robes to tie up Ash with a miracle and said leisurely, "Sure enough, my judgment was correct. You are not a believer of the Four Pillars, nor a doomsday observer."
"You're just Ash Heath."