Ring of Fate

Chapter 1127 Visitors

"This crappy book is finally useful." Lumian showed the contents of the "Post-Apocalypse Book" to Franca and Anthony.

Franka pondered for a moment and said:

"According to the characteristics of the 'Post-Revelation', even if this prophecy is false, as long as you believe in it and prepare in this direction, it will eventually become true.

"The question is, if it is a false prophecy, can it affect a true god like the 'Original Witch'?"

“I don’t know.” Lumian shook the middle head. “Anyway, it’s not the only thing I can rely on for prediction.”

"Then let's contact Ms. Hermit now?" Franka suggested.

In this matter, there is no way to act separately, because the important medium of prophecy or divination is Lumian's strange face, which is the extraordinary characteristics of the "Witch of Doom" that has been integrated into his body.

Lumian nodded first, then laughed at himself:
"Not yet. 'Occasionally' is almost over."

Franca pursed her lips, stood up and said:

“Then let’s go outside the reserve.

"Anthony, you will take care of the sick teacher's affairs for the time being. Do you still have the 'Ice Mirror Spell'?"

"Yes." Anthony responded to Franca calmly.

After Lumian and Franca left the villa, he took out the mirror representing the Pope of the Disease Cult from his "Traveler's Bag", checked the information he had accumulated before, and responded one by one with the "Ice Mirror Spell".

Ludwig sat on the sofa, eating roasted sweet potatoes as usual while watching Anthony busying himself.

After a while, when Anthony was about to put away the mirror, Ludwig suddenly asked:
“Is life really always full of pain?”

Anthony raised his head, looked into Ludwig's brown eyes, nodded and said:
"Yes."

Ludwig continued:

"If you had the chance to start over, would you still choose to be a human?"

"I guess so." Anthony smiled, "After all, I have no experience of becoming another race."

"But life is full of pain, why do we still want to be human?" Ludwig asked puzzled.

Anthony thought for a moment and said:
“Most of the suffering of human beings comes from the brevity of their own lives and the weakness of their own strength, and from constantly thinking about these things. But if we don’t think about them, even our own existence will become meaningless.

“Perhaps it is precisely because life is short and our strength is weak that we always want to do something, create something, and always have to rely on the help of others and help others. We hug each other for warmth, we lean on each other to imagine, we create bits and pieces of beauty, and suffer because of it.

"There was once a poet, I don't know who it was, but it wasn't Emperor Roselle, who said something that I think makes a lot of sense:

"'If I haven't been miserable in my life, then I haven't been loving my life.'"

Ludwig's confusion was written all over his face.

Anthony added calmly:
“Suffering comes from love and desire.

“Words like beauty, expectation, and yearning are like flames, which make humans feel pain and make them like moths, constantly flying towards them, blooming a brief and brilliant light until it turns into ashes.

"Franka once told me that the basic tone of the entire universe is darkness. We humans, whose lives are short, have to create moments of light in the darkness, generation after generation."

Ludwig ate a baked sweet potato and concluded seriously:
"I still don't understand why."

Anthony laughed:
“I don’t really understand.

“If anyone says that he truly understands human beings and life, then he definitely does not understand human beings and life at all.

“Perhaps it is because we don’t understand that life is so addictive.”

After saying that, he stood up and walked to the edge of the living room.

Ludwig did not ask Anthony where he was going. He continued to sit on the sofa, repeating two words in a low voice:

"Beautiful...painful..."

The little boy started talking to himself as if he was thinking about some philosophical question.

“These are not unique to humans…”

After a while, he finished eating the roasted sweet potatoes, shook his head, and picked up an Intis general education textbook from the coffee table.

As Ludwig flipped through the pages, he muttered:

“Inefficient way of transferring knowledge…”

Anthony walked out of the villa, feeling the bright sunshine, and strolled aimlessly in the shadows on the street.

He has no main mission for the time being.

He is currently responsible for two things:
First, he took charge of the sick education affairs when Franca was busy, which was considered as the Pope of sick education in a de facto sense. However, he could see that Franca had not really accepted Janna's death and was still looking forward to her resurrection one day. Therefore, he wanted to formally hand over the Pope's "Crown" several times, but swallowed the words back when they came to his lips;
The second is to assist the official extraordinary people in finding those humans who have been corroded or those latent anomalies by monitoring the sea of ​​collective subconsciousness, and secretly monitor certain official extraordinary people - the symbol and power of the "Great Mother" have broken through the barrier. Even if He is not focusing on the protected area now, it will naturally have an impact here. Not only the extraordinary people of the two paths of "farmers" and "pharmacists" are prone to problems, other humans will also be alienated from time to time, but in comparison, the frequency is not that high.

After walking for a while, Anthony saw street musicians playing in the small square ahead. Many Trier citizens stopped to listen and even danced, looking very happy.

Anthony stared for a while, his expression suddenly becoming a little dazed.

He decided to be nicer to himself.

Before the end of the world, there is less and less time to enjoy life.

Anthony sat down at an open-air round table in a cafe and ordered a cup of fragrant Intis coffee and a pork sausage.

He let his mind go and enjoyed the performance in the small square, occasionally cutting a piece of sausage and putting it in his mouth, or picking up the coffee cup and taking a sip.

The sun is shining, bringing the summer heat.

Just as Anthony was about to leave, an old man in an old military uniform of blue shirt and white pants came over.

The old man looked around and found that only Anthony's round table had an empty seat.

He sat down without ceremony and ordered a glass of Nepos with tomato juice - in the bars and dance halls of Trier, this drink was called "slut".

The white-haired old man looked at the barricade at the corner of the square and said to Anthony in a familiar manner:

"Do you feel that Trier has changed, become less vibrant?"

"Why do you say that?" Anthony could probably interpret what the other party wanted to express, but he still asked cooperatively.

The old man picked up the cane beside him, pounded it and said:
"In Trier in the past, there were always ambitious people planning riots, chasing people over barricades, shooting and throwing objects at obstacles.
"Are today's young people so lifeless? They only dare to steal petty things?"

This is because the existence of the protected area is special, and the explosion of one person may affect thousands of people, so the subconscious of every human in the protected area is hinted at, knowing what can be done and what cannot be done... But this can only reduce the probability of being affected by the "Great Mother" and becoming alienated, it cannot completely eliminate it... Anthony answered in his heart.

"Have you ever participated in street riots before?" he asked instead.

The old man said "Hey":
"When I was in the army, I was responsible for suppressing the riots and demonstrations. They built a large number of barricades overnight, and then used the barricades to throw Molotov cocktails filled with alcohol and resisted with all kinds of weapons they could think of...

"After that, I left the army and was treated unfairly in Trier, so I became a demonstrator..."

The old man recalled the past and talked in a rambling manner.

Anthony didn't feel bored at all, it was like he was reading a biography.

After the other party finished speaking and drank Nepos wine with tomato juice, he was silent for a few seconds and asked a question that had nothing to do with the previous topics:

"Why did you join the military in the first place?"

The old man laughed and said:
"Of course it's for wealth, for women, and to become an officer!

"I come from a poor family. Whether I work as a hired farmer, a shepherd, a factory worker, or other hard labor, I can't get rich. I can't even fill my stomach, and I won't live for many years. It's better to join the army. Maybe I can get military merit and touch the pockets of corpses. The worst case scenario is that I will die early."

The old man looked at Anthony:
"You were a soldier too? I feel like you have the temperament of a soldier."

"Yes." Anthony did not deny it.

The old man laughed:
"Then why did you join the army?
"Aren't you going there for wealth and women?"

Anthony shook his head and turned his gaze back to the street musicians who were still playing and the citizens who were watching, without answering.

He drank the last sip of coffee and stood up before the old man could ask further questions.

Suddenly, he saw a four-wheeled, four-seater carriage parked next to the cafe.

The door of the carriage was opened, and an old man in a black suit, a dark bow tie, a half-high silk hat, and with quite gray sideburns walked down.

The old man had a chiseled face, was clean-shaven, and had ice-blue eyes.

Anthony's heart moved, and he knew that the old man was looking for him.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Anthony?" the old man asked politely and politely.

There were not-too-obvious bloodshot veins around his ice-blue eyes.

Anthony responded carefully:
"Yes, who are you and what can I do for you?"

The old man with ice-blue eyes smiled and replied:

"You can call me Napolidisli."

Napolidisli? Napolidisli, who was suspected to be an incarnation of the Demon King, one of the ancient gods? Anthony was quite surprised.

He remembered that Lumian had mentioned that Napolidisli's real body was on Hant Island, and was protected by the "Mother Goddess of the Earth" so that it was not completely eroded by the "Mother Tree of Desire". However, when the red moon came, the "Mother Goddess of the Earth" fell into a deep sleep and was in a worrying state. She should no longer be able to provide any help to the Demon King's clone.

Based on this, Lumian suspected that Napolidisli had been dragged back into the abyss and was completely finished.

Who would have thought that Napolidisli would show up in the reserve today, and he seemed to be in good condition!
The old man with ice-blue eyes who called himself Napoli Disri smiled and explained his purpose:
"I want to visit Mr. Lumian Li."

(End of this chapter)