The Righteous Player(s)

Chapter 130: Salvatore's decision

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"Don't think too much, senior."

Looking at Salvatore who was sitting on the opposite side of the carriage with his brow furrowed, Annan showed no fear or anxiety on his face.

He just hugged his knees with his hands, leaned back on the carriage, and curled up lazily.

Annan glanced at Salvatore and said, "My lord bishop's thinking is correct. Both of us are very young, and those people will inevitably make troubles in order to fight for power... This will increase the variables.

"As for the bishop, although he usually looks like a nice guy, it's scary when a nice guy loses his temper. The more I can't come forward at this time - after all, what we need now is not a Rosburg who completely obeys my command, but It's Rosberg who won't hold me back at critical moments.

"If it is to achieve this goal, then it would be best for us to leave as soon as possible. It would be even better if all the forces in Roseburg could mistakenly believe that Bishop Darryl stole my power..."

"No, that's not what I'm thinking about."

Salvatore shook his head, and added: "It's not a matter for the bishop to explore the way—since Bishop Darryl can be the district bishop, it shows that he has at least the strength of a silver-level extraordinary person, and he is old He is big and experienced, and it is much safer for him to go to this kind of thing than us.”

When exploring unknown rituals, the danger brought by a scumbag teammate is far from being compensated by the bonus of one more teammate...

I would rather have no one to help, and no one can hold me back.

Not to mention, this teammate can't throw it out to attract firepower, but has to be distracted to protect...

Annan and Salvatore are not the kind of awkward and ignorant people.

They clearly know that in front of this kind of enemy—or maybe not the enemy, but in short, they are a badass.

Don't send food if you are forced.

Those who could win have to lose...

"What I'm thinking about," Salvatore whispered, "is there really a reason... to prevent the resurrection of Master Michelangelo

"That's a real master with high morals and high esteem. Apart from his reputation in the world of supernatural beings and countless disciples, he is also a master of art in the world of mortals..."

Perhaps it was because he was used to being hit by shadows.

The timidity in Salvatore's tone made him afraid to express his thoughts.

Especially when this idea is somewhat "unreasonable".

After all, in the world view of the superhuman, any unknown, private rituals that have not been reviewed and approved are not credible—one must be vigilant.

No one knows what sacrifices and materials are necessary for this ritual.

No one is sure what side effects this ceremony will bring after it is established.

No one can guarantee what is the purpose of this person holding this ceremony.

No matter which one goes wrong, it may cost more than one human life.

To put it bluntly...

Since you will use unregistered unknown rituals, and no one is willing to vouch for you... then it means that your purpose does not want or cannot be detected by others, right

So for the sake of our own safety and the safety of others, it is only natural to prevent you from performing the ceremony, right

Therefore, once extraordinary people see someone secretly performing some unknown ceremony, their first reaction is to stop his ceremony and interrupt it completely.

Salvatore's idea of "maybe it would be better if the ceremony was established" is a naive move that will be ridiculed in the world view of the extraordinary.

but…

"I support you, senior."

Annan's tone was calm and sincere: "I think your attitude on this matter is correct. If this ceremony is really for the resurrection of Michelangelo, then for the sake of safety, it is called inertial thinking, and you will not think about it." Destroying, on the contrary, is an overly conservative move.

"We are all ordinary people, we are all mortals. Mortals are bound to make mistakes... In other words, the practice of 'abolishing all rituals' must be wrong at some point? Then why can't it be now? "

— There is no doubt that Annan's words belong to the sophistry of children.

No adult would take a child's words seriously. No matter what your child spouts, you can't deny one thing—he's just guessing.

Take risks for the sake of your own guesses.

This is by no means a wise move.

... But Salvatore, from the bottom of his heart, wanted to believe Annan's words.

In other words, he had already planned to do so. Just missing an excuse.

"Thanks, Don Juan."

Salvatore took a deep breath: "Then, I will stay in the basement when I go back and prepare a batch of pre-transformation agents urgently. When the fifth day is approaching, remember to call me in advance. I will make another batch urgently that day Useful potions... Thank goodness I brought enough ingredients with me before I came to Frozenwater Harbor."

He looked at Annan and asked with some uncertainty, "Will you accompany me back to Fort Rose in five days?"

Although Annan looked like, he didn't want to spoil the resurrection ceremony.

But for Salvatore, as long as Annan does not intervene, he does not expect Annan to accompany him on the adventure...

His shadow also told him the same way—although the risk of failure of this plan is not great, once he speculates that it fails, the price is not something he can bear. Losing the title of the son of the black tower is light, and if the loss is heavy, it is possible to be expelled and wanted.

—Salvatore wanted to try it out.

Because Master Michelangelo is undoubtedly a useful person to this world. His value is much higher than that of himself, a useless person with no talent... If he really guesses wrong in the end, then Salvatore can risk his life and release the shadow, and he can safely escort the civilians to escape.

It was the wisest choice for "Don Juan" not to follow him.

But so to speak.

He still hopes that he can listen to the opinions of "Don Juan" when he makes decisions...

"Of course I will come. This is not the same as asking the bishop to see the situation. It is dangerous for you to go there... If I advocate letting you take risks, but I can come but I can't come, what is the difference between being a bastard ?”

But Annan was beyond his expectation, he just replied leisurely: "Just call me when the time comes.

"I'm just curious about one thing, senior... I hope you can answer it for me.

"Did you really just decide to get involved in this trouble by thinking, 'Reviving Michelangelo would be a good thing'?"

Annan asked.

His eyes sparkled, filled with curiosity.

It was true that he intended to get involved in this matter... But Annan's curiosity about Salvatore was also true.

Because according to Annan's analysis, Salvatore must have something hidden in his heart.

Otherwise, based on his personality, he should first persuade Annan not to go, and then resolutely choose to accompany him on the adventure after Annan refused. Rather than being so active... No matter whether Annan goes or not, he will go to witness the unknown grand ceremony that spans several years.

Annan was very curious about that answer.

It is also one of Annan's joys in life to peek into the secrets of others' hearts and the essence of personality hidden from others.

Salvatore was silent.

He was thinking...or rather, he was also asking himself.

Finally, he said, with a firm tone: "There is also a part of the reason, it is about Mr. Notterdamm. I am a little worried about him, and I always believe that he is not a villain—my instinct tells me so.

"But I can't judge a person's good or bad based on my own speculation. I have to see with my eyes, hear with my ears, and judge with my heart.

"And if he's not a villain, then he must be in a very troubled state right now... He needs help, but looking up, everyone wants him dead. Even though he's done nothing wrong..."

Just like what he said in the carriage.

When Salvatore said this, he paused slightly.

He raised his head and stared at the roof of the car.

It was like staring at someone in memory.

Salvatore whispered softly, as if in a dream: "I... How can I turn my face away from the suffering that others have endured?"