Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5042 (five thousand and forty-two)
The man said: "I dare not say... it's just... I... don't want to offend anyone."

Hearing that person starting to talk long-winded again, Gray Hand Man felt a little annoyed, but because he had been desperate not long ago, he did not immediately feel annoyed at this time. On the contrary, he continued to communicate with the other party in a gentle tone.

"What's there to offend? Just say whatever you want to say." The gray-handed man said, "It's okay, just say it. Hurry up and say it."

The man said, "I think... this question... makes me think... a little... a little... how should I put it? Unrealistic."

The Gray Hand said, "That's it. You just said it openly. Who do you think you can offend?"

"If you don't feel offended by me, then...that's good." said the man.

"So you think this can offend me." asked the man with gray hands.

"Because I said...I said the situation you described...is unrealistic." said the man.

"You don't even believe that it will happen. Even if you imagine it, it's hard to wear down your will, isn't it?" Gray Hand said, "I'm not talking about being illuminated by the spring sunshine. You should understand what I'm talking about, right?"

"I understand... I understand." The man said, "It's just that... the change of environment... you are right. Even if I imagine it... it won't actually wear out my will. What's more, it's... hard for me to imagine it. But... but even if it's something like this, when I think about it now, I'm worried that it will wear out my will."

"Why?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Because that is fantasy... unrealistic... unrealistic fantasy will wear down one's will." The man said, "I was told this before."

"You didn't think so?" the Gray Hand Man asked. "No." The man said, "The person who said that to me... is... someone I can't afford to offend."

"Powerful?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Yes." said the man.

"Do you believe what that man told you?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"A lot of what that person said to me... I will believe directly, and... and even after many years... my thoughts will not change." said the man.

"Did that powerful person leave a deep impression on you?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Very deep." The man said, "Of course, the fantasy he talked about...sometimes it's just my thoughts. When he said it was a fantasy, I didn't...didn't think it was a fantasy. Of course...what happened back then has nothing to do with...what we are talking about now. Back then, I told him about something else...it had nothing to do with people bullying each other, and I thought it was quite...normal at the time...and what I said was regarded by him as my fantasy...and then...and then...he told me that unrealistic fantasies would wear down people's will. I...I believed it. Later...later I found out...what I said...that...was actually a fantasy, but at that time I...I was naive and didn't realize it was a fantasy at all."

The Gray Hand Man asked, “Do you think what he said was later confirmed?”

"Yes," the man said, "and later someone told me other opinions."

(End of this chapter)