Warhammer Inquisitor

There is a warm fire burning in the tent, and the fire is placed in the center of the tent, and carpets made of comfortable local nomadic animal fur are spread around, and the burning flame rises and permeates the tent , to bring warmth in this cold desert night.

Vito sat by the fire and looked at the flames, the blazing flames danced in front of his eyes, and the flames reminded Vito of many memories.

He used to sit in the tent like this for many nights, sitting around the campfire and chatting, feeling the warmth of the night.

Chief Suleiman sat down with Sarah's support. He sat beside Vito and poked the campfire with the tongs, and the flames burned more vigorously.

The chief took down the tea stove from the iron shelf above the flames, and poured a cup of milk tea similar to goat's milk produced by Kaban, a mild animal nomadic by the local people. He put the hot milk tea in a small cup Handed it to Vito.

The latter took a sip of the teacup politely, and he nodded his thanks to the chief. The warm current filled his whole body in an instant, and he had to say that the tea tasted really good.

The chief spoke in an unknown language, and Sarah naturally translated her father's words into Ushgan.

"They said that you are a wizard and can cast spells, and you also used witchcraft to kill "Casus"." The old chief said with gestures, Vito smiled and thought for a moment.

He nodded slightly and then held the teacup with both hands, "You can say that, probably."

"Why did you come here, come to our land." Sarah watched her father translate, the almost simultaneous words sounded a bit confused, but in fact it was easy to distinguish, Sarah's voice was more pleasant, it sounded Like the voice in a fairy tale ballad.

Vito looked at the campfire and sighed, "I was going to kill an old friend, but I didn't do it in the end, so I just left."

"Old friend?" the chief asked, and Vito nodded slightly with a wry smile, "Yes, old friend, my most asshole friend, but also the only friend who is still alive from then to now."

The chief looked into Vito's eyes and thought about something, he gestured again and said again, "You are very old, you have experienced many things, and you are far older than you look."

Vito looked at the chief in surprise, he was really surprised, "How did you find out? No one has ever discovered this."

"Your eyes, Vito Constantine, your eyes tell me everything." The chief said, shaking his elbows, the old man's voice was as deep and steady as a crackling campfire, "People's eyes tell many stories, you This is especially true of the eyes."

Sara looked at Vito in surprise, obviously she didn't see that she was actually very old, very, very old, how old was it? About 20,000 years old.

Vito smiled and nodded without concealment, and the old chief nodded approvingly. He appreciated Vito's honesty.

"This is the first time we've really talked, Vito, you've done us a favor by saving my son and other people's sons, and my people will never forget that."

"You are a kind person, a good person, your eyes tell me this, you are different from those outsiders." The chief said, Vito took a sip of tea and looked at the chief with a smile, "It is rare, chief, in this world Not everyone can understand all this rationally."

"It's true, my people hate you very much, they don't understand you, and they don't understand you, but they will understand after today." He said, dancing his fingers with sparks, "They will tell you in the tent by your deeds, they will learn that you are different from those robbers."

"Thank you." Vito smiled gratefully. It is indeed very rare to meet such a group of simple people in this world.

He still wandered in this wasteland for many years, many, many years, since Terra became like this ghost, he has traveled to all continents, all lands, but they are the only group of people he has seen that he really likes .

"Tell me, Vito, do you have a home?" said the chief, as his daughter sat beside him, translating the ancient tribal language into another, more functional language.

Vito was silent again for a while, and the chief stopped Sarah from asking him, and he waited quietly, watching the passages of the story through his eyes.

Vito didn't need to speak, the patriarch already knew the truth.

He nodded slightly, "You are a homeless Vito, your home and family were gone many, many years ago."

Indeed, he is right in every sense, and he has no concept of home. For thousands of years, he has basically traveled and lived everywhere, from the west to the east, from the snowfield to the desert, from the snow peaks of the Alps to Mount Everest From the prairie of East Africa to the surging Yangtze River and Yellow River, Vito has always lived in no fixed place.

He lived in many places for many years, even for a long time. He lived in the eastern land from the prosperity of the early Tang Dynasty to the outbreak of the Anshi Rebellion, and then to the collapse of the Tang Empire.

He also witnessed the rise of the New World. He lived from the time of the Thirteen Continents in North America until the Pan-American Railway broke through the continent, but he never had a real home.

In fact, the place where he was born, Crete, would have been under nuclear bombing long ago, although his own small city-state disappeared long before the rise of the Roman Republic, and that small place was destroyed in the Hippocratic War without any rubble remain.

"But you want to be our people, you want to be a hunter, live among us with a shotgun, in this difficult desert, why?" said the chief, and Sarah also looked at Vito after translating. I also watched her show a charming smile, and her face was slightly red under the flames.

Vito took a deep breath and then let it out slowly, "I like the life here, a peaceful life, nomadic, hunting and traveling."

"I have lived in the land outside for a long time, the wars of warlords, the slaughter of technological barbarians, all kinds of plunderers fight back and forth, cities rise and fall, settlements are destroyed by war, and the traces of civilization are gone. .”

"Believe me, chief, I have seen many things that you can't believe. I have seen how terrible things humans can do under extreme circumstances. I have also seen an entire settlement destroyed by the massacre of horrible monsters. The outside world is far more terrifying than this desert."

Vito said, looking at the campfire, "I've had enough of intrigues, and I've had enough of being a mercenary, they call me Master Assassin, Vindicare, Callidus, Chully Sass, Iverson, Wennum and Nufans, etc., I tried to change the world, but... every time it only got worse."

"I've lived in chaos for too long, Chief, my old friend. Think it's time to end this chaos, but I don't want to be bothered, he'll take care of it, I know he can, and I just I want to find a stable and peaceful empire to finish my life."

Vito looked at the chief, and looked at the chief without any disguise, "This is my answer, and this is why I want to stay here."

He doesn't want to deal with these things anymore, he's too tired, Vito has tried to save human civilization, he's fought the aliens since the golden age, he's fought the Eldar, he's fought the greenskins, he's fought the rebel intelligence in the Iron Rebellion, But he was unsuccessful in preventing the Dark Ages from coming.

Human civilization among the stars has long since fallen, and on Earth, everything he has tried and seen is the same. He once tried to help some people rebuild order, but they either became brutal tyrants or were ruled by darkness. The morals of the world were completely crazy, and eventually became like that.

Vito would kill them, but then it would be just another world, another chaos.

So, he was tired and couldn't move.

The chief looked at Vito in silence, and Sarah looked at her father out of the corner of her eye. She also wanted Vito to stay because of personal reasons.

The chief picked up the tea stove and poured a cup of tea for Vito. The chief hung the tea stove on the campfire and stood up, "They will leave at dawn tomorrow, you should rest early."

Vito smiled and nodded gratefully. After drinking the warm tea, he stood up and nodded his thanks to the chief, "I will."

After nodding his thanks to the shy Sara, Vito turned around and got out of the tent. He stood under the stars and looked at the brilliant Milky Way above his head, where countless stars were located.

He also looked at the stars, the tall giant stood on the balcony looking up at the stars, his eyes reflected thousands of stars.

His ambition will also shine to the other side of the star sea, and he knows that his will too.