The Righteous Player(s)

"me?"

Grinznuha made a deep and old voice that reminds people of a vibrating wing membrane: "Of course...I came to witness all this. That's it."

"witness?"

Annan laughed.

He turned around and looked up at Grinznuha.

That is an extremely old man.

His hair and beard were all white—not the pure white that Annan and Maria had, after awakening the heart of winter, he gave people the coldness of a snowy field. It's the extremely slender white hair of the elderly, and you can even see the scalp through the slender roots.

He was wearing a white double-breasted trench coat and did not hold anything in his hands. The old figure is still tall and straight, with slender white hair fluttering in the wind, looking like an old general.

Grinznuha seemed to be only 50-60% similar to Grand Duke Ivan.

If the two are placed together, you can see that there is a kinship between them-but if they are not particularly familiar, you can't see that this old man actually comes from the Winter family.

His pupils were not the ice blue common to the Winter Clan, but dark golden vertical pupils.

There are clearly visible wrinkles on his face, but his skin looks quite clean and fair.

Grinznuha gives people a strong sense of contradiction. If you walk on the street, you might be able to catch the eyes of passers-by in an instant.

Annan replied: "Believe in the Skeleton Duke, trick others into offering sacrifices to relatives and friends; encourage the nobles of the Northland to build a curse cellar and assassinate the Grand Duke; unite with Melvin and other families to launch a rebellion, try to get the power of the Grand Duke and try to grab the power of the great curse... …And even tried to turn the entire Principality of Winter into the land of the dead.

"Now, the Melvin family has been uprooted by me."

The corners of his mouth rose slightly: "But you said-are you just to witness?"

Annan would not believe his nonsense.

"I also know that no one will believe it."

Grinznuha whispered: "But this is the truth.

"I have come to witness all this-as always."

As he said, he took two steps forward.

Grinznuha's shape looks a bit awkward. In other words, asymmetry.

Although he was wearing a pure white double-breasted long windbreaker, his left arm did not come out of the sleeve of the windbreaker, but was hidden in the clothes like this-judging from the bulging place, his left arm was not It was a broken arm, but he was behind him like a butler... and he hid the dagger behind him like a killer.

But his right arm drooped naturally, without holding anything. It can be seen that his knuckles are somewhat cocooned-this proves that he had practiced swordsmanship for a period of time before stepping into the Silver Step.

Annan narrowed his eyes slightly and raised his spirits.

Although he could "see", Grinznuha's hand behind him was only lightly clenched into a fist, and he did not hold any weapons.

However, as well-known as "Winter", the man behind the scenes who tried to assassinate Ivan and Annan many times...You can't be too vigilant.

After all, Grenznuha is also a real Golden-level transcendent-and quite old. In the world of the transcendent, being old usually means being strong.

If the amount of "remaining soul" is not calculated, this theorem is equally universal in the golden stage.

Annan even tasted a clear sense of danger from Grinznuha.

This means that Grinznuha also has enough threats to Annan, who now has a heart of justice.

"Did you know, Annan," Grinznuha said in a low voice, "this is not the first time I have seen you.

"I saw you once when you were very young.

"Ivan brought me to see you."

"...What do you mean," Annan's mouth raised a sneer arc, "Are you an undercover agent? The best sixth person to kill those who oppose Wintertime?"

"I was indeed stripped of the name of Winter."

Grinznuha did not respond to this.

He just said flatly: "But that's not because I believe in Skeleton Duke. It's because I try to turn the people I protect into materials.

"I think you guessed it too..."

"The sublimation ceremony of Skeleton, right."

"Yes."

Grinznuha nodded quietly: "From the very beginning, I was the same ritualist as you. When I was very young, I came into contact with the rituals of the Skeleton Duke... and learned about his true history. "

His dark golden pupils are as deep as deep: "Different from you.

"From the very beginning, I didn't think there was anything wrong with him.

"In every country that does not fear or even expects to die, sacrifice their lives without their permission-this may be a bit inappropriate, but is it really a betrayal?"

"Of course."

Annan replied without hesitation: "Betrayal is not a continuous state. It is only divided into presence and absence. Once and a hundred times are equally guilty, because the consequences of that time may be more painful than a hundred times combined.

"Therefore, mortals cannot measure the'quantity of betrayal', nor are they worthy of weighing. Even the smallest betrayal may turn into despair that destroys everything under the wings of a butterfly in the brewing of time.

"At that time, no matter how ridiculous, the betrayer should be responsible for it..."

"You said too, responsibility—"

Grinznuha interrupted Annan's words: "That's it."

The old man asked back: "Why-do people take responsibility?

"Do people live for others?"

"Of course people have to live for themselves. But you can also live for others, it all depends on you."

Annan whispered: "You can live for yourself. There is nothing wrong with it. But don't laugh at those who have given their lives for others."

Grinznuha closed his eyes and shook his head slightly.

"Speaking lightly."

He repeated: "Living for others is the second most difficult thing in the world. You must be restrained in everything you do, and you must consider others-consider those stupid, short-sighted, and cowardly mortals.

"If you can be sure and convinced, the end result is good. Does the process really matter?"

Grinznuha said.

He put his right hand in front of him.

One by one, he slowly unbuttoned his trench coat.

At the same time, he calmly said: "I know, I have lost. Although I didn't do anything wrong, it was just because someone other than me did better.

"This world has a crown block, and I no longer need me to keep it alive. It can live like a person, with its chest and head raised, so there is no need to be a dog. This is good, this is naturally good. of."

After he said, he unbuttoned all his windbreaker.

Grinznuha grabbed the left chest of the windbreaker with his right hand, pulled it off, and threw it up.

At this moment, a strong wind blew his coat high.

"I sacrificed everything."

Grenznuha whispered.

"Fame. Money. Power. Love. I have a home and cannot go back... I have lost my most important [name]. The name I value most.

"But I don't regret it. Because I am the savior-because I am the last possibility in this world, and they don't understand me.

"I'm not afraid to tell you. I can ignore everyone's eyes, I can go to any country and do any job according to the arrangement, because I know that the end of the world will come, and only those who follow me can survive; and Those who despise me, despise me, and reject me...Because of their shortsightedness and stupidity, there is no place for them in my new world.

"I am the eldest son! I would have become the Grand Duke of Winter-I abandon this noble identity and endure this ordinary, mediocre, boring life to'wait for the opportunity' just for the more noble thing!

"Yes, I am really not a good person. But are the wicked people not allowed to save the world? If you want to save the world, you have to pass a spell judgment? Oh, you are not kind and righteous enough, or please come back, we have to wait for better and more Good righteous?

"I am saving the world for the sake of fame and future power! My motives are not worth avoiding, because in any case, this is a kind of salvation!

"That's how I waited in the mortal world for a full hundred years... and then you were born.

"Everyone who knows about worms is rejoicing for you. They all know that the world is saved, they don’t need to be abandoned here, they don’t need to be transformed into undead... Times the plan, then the original plan can be discarded."

Following Grenznuha's narrative ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, his appearance gradually began to become younger.

It was as if time started to flow backwards on him-he gradually became a young man in his thirties.

His eyes burned. High spirits.

Like a jealous mountain eagle.

"But Annan."

His left hand is still behind his back.

Grenznuha raised his head, stared at Annan, and asked word by word: "You are the new savior. You are the crown block. You are the heir of the crown block. You are the worm nemesis. You are controlled by this world. Love, every righteous **** is your backer. Everyone loves you... I also think you are a good boy. You are only fifteen years old, you are full of vitality, young and beautiful.

"……what about me?

"I should die, right?"