Doomsday: I have one more keyword than others

"Speak carefully and I promise not to leak it to others." The jailer's eyes became brighter and brighter.

Thema Lynch, a woman known for her beauty and intelligence.

Who wants to miss her scandal?

Although he could never reach that glamorous woman in his life, hearing about her deeds and secretly involving himself in it was enough to excite him for a long time.

I heard that those nobles had a lot of fun, and it turned out to be true...

"Thank you for your willingness to listen to the last words of a dying man." Duge looked at the jailer with a particularly sincere look in his eyes. "If I were thrown into the underworld tomorrow, I would send you my most sincere blessings in the underworld."

"..." The jailer was stunned for a moment, "Holly, you are a little different from the legend."

"Hearing is false, seeing is believing. Thema Lynch is a legendary talented girl, but don't people outside also know her true identity?"

Duge sat down cross-legged, looked at the jailer like a wise man, and said, "Everyone wears a mask to live, and when he sees someone stronger than himself, he should smile and hope to win the favor of the big shot;

When you meet someone who is not as good as you, you should keep a straight face and ensure your dignity; how many people are willing to show their true selves to others? "

"..." The jailer glanced at Duge and suddenly fell into silence.

"What's your name?" Doug asked.

"Simon Sith," the jailer said.

"Okay, Simon. Because of your profession, you have to show a violent appearance in order to deter those vicious criminals, but I can see the kindness deep in your heart." Doug nodded at him and stretched out his hand to signal , "You might as well sit down and listen to my story, it will increase your life experience."

Maybe it was Thema Lynch's sexy secret that tempted him, maybe it was Doug who repeatedly praised him for his generosity and kindness. Simon actually sat cross-legged opposite Doug.

"Simon, what kind of person am I in your eyes?" Doug asked. He looked at Simon who was hesitant to speak and smiled, "Don't worry about my feelings, I will die tomorrow, even if it's true Tell the truth."

"Scum, bedbugs in the sewer, maggots in the toilet..." Simon said.

"What if I say I'm not?" Duge's expression remained calm, as if the person he was scolding was not him.

"You really gave me a different feeling today." Simon looked at Doug and frowned slightly, "Your conversation and expression look like a real nobleman, and a bit like a legendary wise man."

"Simon, you are not only kind, but you also have a pair of eyes that can see through everything. Keep the excellent qualities in your heart, and your life will become more and more exciting." Duger looked at Simon and praised him without hesitation. .

The few words he said made Simon feel a little embarrassed. He was just a little jailer, as humble as the earth.

Even if Holly is imprisoned, he is still a noble.

Even though he was down and out now, his knowledge was broader than his. Simon was really flattered to receive such a high evaluation from him.

Very few nobles were thrown into prison. In Simon's heart, nobles were the ones he looked up to all his life. Those people would never look at them seriously, but at this time, he saw equality and respect in Dougal's eyes.

Simon looked at Doug and subconsciously added an honorific to a death row prisoner: "Mr. Holly, you are indeed different from the rumors..."

Duge interrupted him and said to himself: "Everyone knows that I failed to awaken my martial spirit, but no one knows that my martial spirit is actually half awakened."

Simon asked in astonishment: "The martial soul is still half awakened?"

"Simon, when you have experienced more, you will understand that the world is so big and full of wonders." Duge smiled and continued, "Usually, a person can only awaken his martial soul once in his life, but there are also some people whose martial soul can only awaken once. I awakened twice; there are also people who awakened two martial arts spirits at once; compared with them, I failed to awaken and still retained half of my martial soul, so I’m pretty useless.”

"So are there so many strange things in the world?" Simon smacked his lips and said in disbelief.

"A person's destiny is not fixed. Whether he is a commoner or a noble, he has unlimited potential. Simon, don't let this little prison hold you back. Try to get out. You will find that life is wonderful. The world is vast." Duge looked at Simon and encouraged, "The stage is as big as the heart is. Maybe one day, you can also become a noble."

"..." Simon sneered, "Mr. Holly, I am different from you."

"Tens of generations later, who is the noble and who is the commoner?" Duge smiled sadly and said, "If I don't talk about this anymore, I will only add trouble to you, so let's continue telling my story!"

"Please speak." Simon respected Doug more and more and used more and more honorifics.

"My martial soul is a prophetic martial soul. It is a very powerful martial soul. It can predict dangers in advance and predict the opponent's movements in battle. As long as I grow up, I am destined to become a martial saint. As long as I awaken my martial soul, then It would be the glory of the entire Araus family, but unfortunately, some people don’t want such a martial spirit to be born..."

Although Doug was looking at Simon, his eyes ignored him and looked at the deep corridor behind him, as if he was lost in memories, but soon he shook his head and said with a wry smile, "Things of the past , what are you talking about?"

Simon's eyes widened: "Mr. Holly, your failure to awaken the martial spirit was caused by someone on purpose."

"Maybe!" Duge shook his head noncommittally and substituted himself into the protagonist's template, "I'm going to die anyway, so let's let the past drift away like clouds of smoke!"

"But..." Simon wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Doug.

"Simon, after my martial soul failed to awaken, I could no longer predict danger, but I unexpectedly awakened a new ability." Duger said.

"What ability?"

"I can see the danger that other people are facing," Dugger said.

"Mr. Holly, I don't understand what you mean." Simon frowned.

"A month ago, everyone knew that I rode my horse on the street and broke a farmer's leg. But no one knew that if I hadn't broken the farmer's leg at that time, he would have entered the river to catch a fish a day later. fish and drowned.”

Duger recalled Holly's memory and created his own new character, "Ten days ago, everyone saw me slap a woman in the face with a riding crop. But no one knew that if I didn't slap her in the face, she would If you continue walking along the current street, you will be smashed in the head by a flower pot falling from upstairs..."

"So, you bullied those people to save them?" Simon asked in shock.

"Yes." Doug nodded.

"Why don't you tell them the danger directly?" Simon frowned, "This can still change their fate!"

"If I told you that you would choke to death from drinking water tomorrow, would you believe it?" Doug asked with a smile.

"..." Simon thought for a moment, then shook his head, "I will think you are a lunatic."

"That's right, no one would believe it before the disaster happened." Doug shook his head, "And, Simon, fate is very magical. Even if someone really listened to my prediction and escaped the disaster, but then, There will be greater disaster waiting for him.

After failing to awaken my martial soul, I discovered my special ability.

One day, I foresaw that the gardener at home would be blinded by the tree-cutting scissors. I told him, and he also escaped that disaster. But the next day, a frightened horse knocked over the farm tools leaning against the wall, and a manure fork was inserted into his throat without any bias. I did not foresee the second disaster..."

Gudong!

Simon swallowed: "So, avoiding a destined disaster in advance will lead to an even greater disaster?"

"Yes, the God of Disaster does not allow anyone to disobey his decision. You can think of this as the God of Disaster's revenge." Duge nodded, "But, let people who would otherwise suffer greater disasters have to bear some small consequences in advance. Small disasters will actually help them avoid fatal disasters."

"So, you deliberately bully those civilians?" Simon asked, his eyes widening.

"Yes." Doug nodded again.

"Then why didn't you tell them afterwards?" Simon asked.

"Who would believe it?" Duge smiled bitterly and asked.

"..." Simon was speechless.

"No one will believe it. They will just think that I am looking for a poor excuse to excuse my crimes." Duge said, "The most important thing is that no one believes that a noble will sincerely help the common people. If word spreads, it will Being laughed at by everyone, so I would rather bear the reputation of a playboy..."

"Why are you laughing at you? You are obviously doing good things." Simon said angrily.

"What do you think civilians are in the eyes of nobles?" Duge asked.

Simon was silent again.

"As long as you have a clear conscience and can save more people, let them misunderstand you." Duge smiled, "My father is a viscount and has the ability to protect me. Moreover, when I become a domineering dandy, Then no one will frame me again..."

"This world is so unfair." Simon clenched his fists and said angrily. At this time, he had forgotten that the original intention of staying was to listen to Cima Lynch's sexy scandal.

"Do you believe what I said?" Doug asked.

"I believe it." Simon looked at Doug and nodded seriously, "You will be executed tomorrow, so there is no need to lie to me. Mr. Holly, although I am just a small person, in this prison, I have seen There have been many heinous criminals.

No criminal has such calm eyes as yours. Eyes cannot deceive anyone. A person with malicious intentions cannot pretend to be a good person no matter how hard he pretends. "

The attributes in the body are improving little by little. I don't know whether it is caused by integrity or division.

But due to the improvement in his attributes, Duge's consciousness expanded little by little, and he was gradually able to perceive the surrounding cells.

really.

Only someone's attributes can be improved.

Duger looked at Simon and nodded seriously: "Thank you, Simon. I'm glad that someone can understand me before I die. I have lived too hard these years. Maybe death is a kind of relief for me! "