Ride and Cut

Belluni obviously didn’t expect to get a response from Richard’s mouth, and went on to say: “Many people actually don’t have one, but I do, and I know that Sargerei also has it. We want to break the upper limit of the grievance system to advance The Sword Saint of Order opened up the way and became the first person without precedent in history!"

"Do you know? During the time when Fleisch was a hostage, although it seemed to be a downfall, it was worth my life. There are like-minded friends and lovers who depend on each other. We call ourselves the Fleisch Seven Musketeers, for our common ideals. It's so beautiful to burn your youth together!" He smiled afterwards.

"What does this have to do with undead?"

"Be patient, young people, please be patient, this will be a long story."

Richard shrugged and threw the **** leaves into the garden, listening quietly.

"It's a pity that all attempts ended in failure. You should know that fighting qi originated from magic. We even got help from the Magister with the help of our identity, but failure is failure. In theory, there should be a Juggernaut rank, just like The carrot hanging in front of the donkey's head seems to be out of reach forever."

"It's a pretty imagery metaphor." The lord snorted and laughed.

"Later, I returned to my country to inherit the throne, and the Seven Felix Musketeers were disbanded. But regarding that common ideal, I have not forgotten, Sargerei, and other friends must have not forgotten."

"As the saying goes, there must be repercussions for not forgetting, and then things finally turned around-I found the tomb of the ancient mad king Nero by accident, and there was a diary in it. To be honest, those contents shouldn't fall on paper at all, but who will let him in his later years? Crazy."

"So after careful study, I finally realized that fighting spirit comes from magic, but it refers to the magic system of Titans." Belluni was full of tears and laughter. "To make up for the last piece of the Jigsaw Jigsaw puzzle, human knowledge of magic is useless. , You have to find those prehistoric materials that have been lost for so many years!"

Richard's eyes froze.

"It was also from that diary that I knew that the Titans were not extinct-they fled to another world!" The former Stuart monarch stared wide. "Isn't it incredible? To be honest, I didn't even once. Believe it!"

"Yes, it's incredible." Lord Lord has no expression on his face.

"According to the records left by Nero, there is a space rift in this small town of Allen." Belluni pointed to his feet, "In order to find the required information, I ventured through the space rift and finally successfully reached that world. Unexpectedly, the Titans are actually very enthusiastic! Not only did they provide some information for free, they also allowed me to practice with the richer elemental resources over there."

"Everything looks beautiful, right? I thought so at the time." He grinned, extremely bitter. "But in less than ten years, I suddenly found out that I seemed... crazy!"

Richard sighed, not knowing what to say.

He was lucky, and he ran into an iron giant when he went to the new world. As the rare sober people in the entire crazy world, they don't mind reminding other intelligent beings of the existence of a telekinesis.

But what about Titans? Even if the devilish Titan knew that the Psionic Storm still exists, I am afraid it would not be so kind to tell outsiders. What's more, that was originally their purpose.

Belluni began to tell his story, a story that made the lord sigh for it.

When the young king suddenly found that the eyes of the people around him were getting more and more weird, even his beloved Mary worriedly asked if he felt uncomfortable. He finally realized a terrible reality-he was crazy.

Ten years, it sounds like a long time, but it is far from enough to fill the last piece of the puzzle of the vindictive system.

The king doesn't care about the so-called soul and life things. The Cthulhu wants to just take it away, only reason is absolutely impossible!

Because fighting spirit cultivation also requires a smart and calm mind, it is impossible for a fundamental madman to advance to the sword master. What's the point of everything if you give so much and only reap a falsehood in the end.

Countless times in the dead of night, he looked at himself in the mirror and gritted his teeth: "I can't be crazy! I can't be crazy!".

Herbs, witchcraft, magic, and holy light did everything possible to save their sanity, but only in exchange for disappointment again and again. When disappointment accumulates into despair, a dark, crazy, and sinful thought begins to grow in the bottom of my heart.

——If it is said that the needle-like stinging pain can restore the wakefulness of the person who is about to fall asleep. Then the extremely severe heartache can also make a little recovery from the madness troubled self?

This method is of course drinking poison to quench thirst, but for the king, is there a choice?

The pure and bright girl like a spring, the eternal bright moonlight in my heart. If I can, I really want to die for you!

The ivory knife stabbed under the third rib and immediately shattered the heart. The king killed Queen Mary with his own hands. When she fell, she didn't even come to see who the murderer was.

His hands were stained with the blood of the love of this life, and a fire turned the palace to ashes.

At that moment, I couldn't help asking myself-do you regret it? I'm so regretful! Does it hurt? It doesn't hurt to give yourself a knife!

That constant day and night, like the pain of thousands of ants, gave him five more years of sobriety.

"Is five years enough?" Richard couldn't help but interject.

"I'm a waste! Five years! It's still not enough" Belluni held his head and bent over, looking extremely painful.

Lord Lord patted him on the shoulder like a friend, "Brother, calm down, don't get too excited."

"I still need more time." Belluny's eyes were red, and he pulled off his neckline. "However, there is also the country. I love Stuart so much. This land where I was born and raised is so beautiful and simple. ~www.readwn.com~ When I was young, I vowed to lead Stuart to prosperity."

"So I asked for a book of the dead from the Titans, which caused an unprecedented disaster and behaved in the negotiation. In the end, the country was torn apart and the people became a laughing stock. This pain brought me another year of sobriety!"

"If you look at it this way, the effect seems to be worse?"

"Yeah, it's just a mere year." Belluni suddenly giggled, his eyes widened as if he was reminiscing, "Almost a little bit! Just a little bit closer to the last! I once had everything, but now there is nothing to lose, except ……my best friend."

"Your Majesty Sargerei did that thing?"

"Yes. My beloved, country, and best friend are all destroyed in my own hands." Belluni closed his eyes and took a deep breath. -Juggernaut."

"does it worth?"

"I don't know." There was a coldness in his voice that seemed to freeze his soul, "But if I had a chance to choose again, I would still stab the knife."