Looking at the sobbing guy in the tent, Huo Fa tiptoed back into the tent.
He bent down and comforted him in a low voice, "Hey, are you okay?"
No one answered, and the sobbing and muttering stopped. Silby remained in a cross-legged position, motionless as if his computer had crashed.
Hoffa felt a little strange, so he also lay down, lowered his head below Silby, and looked up at him. In the end, he saw Silby staring blankly at the ground like a fool, with saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth.
Hoffa waved his hand in front of his eyes a few times, but he did not respond.
Damn it, he's not really crazy, is he …?
Hoffa muttered in his heart. It was not the first time a king had a mental breakdown due to too much pressure or loneliness. However, it was more likely that Silby was pretending to be crazy to fool him.
This guy was extremely indecent from the first time they met. He still remembered that when he and Ossivia sent him to Barcelona, he peed all over the crotch of his pants in the car, and was even more disgusting than now. At that time, he thought he was a paralyzed patient, but who knew that he was a great devil cursed by Salazar Slytherin.
In order to confirm whether he had really broken down or was just fooling him, Hoffa gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and used the power of the dream to visualize a bottle of essential balm.
He shivered.
He opened the bottle of essential balm and dripped it on the handkerchief.
Then, he used the handkerchief to cover Silby's nose, which was only breathing slightly.
"Ugh …!"
In less than a second.
Silby straightened his back and coughed violently.
"Your Majesty, are you okay?"
Huo Fa hurriedly put away the essential balm and pretended to support him as he asked.
"Cough, cough, cough …" Silby lay on the ground and coughed violently. "You … What damn thing did you use on me … Cough, cough, cough … Ouch, I'm choking."
He coughed as he spoke, and his tone was not as cold and perverse as before. After coughing for a long time, the smell of the essential balm dissipated. He groaned as he got up and asked Hoffa in confusion, "Why are you still here?"
At this moment, Silby did not have the sharp and dangerous look from before. On the contrary, his eyes were wide open, and his pupils were very round, which unexpectedly made him look very naive. Just like a child.
"I'll leave in a while." Hoffa laughed and remained vigilant. Even if Silby had turned into a tarantula, Huo Fa would still be wary of him, not to mention the fact that Silby had turned into an ignorant person. This guy blew up Hogwarts and exiled him 50 years in the future. He had to be cautious.
However, Silby was interested. He looked at Hoffa, scratched his head, and asked curiously, "Don't be in such a hurry to leave. You haven't told me who you are."
He looked at Huo Fa curiously and squatted down next to him. He pinched Huo Fa's cheeks and swayed back and forth. He looked at Huo Fa's head for a moment, then at his chin. He even rubbed Huo Fa's head like a monkey scratching lice for another monkey.
The sweat on Huo Fa's forehead dripped down at once.
At this time, he would rather fight 300 rounds with the Grindelwald than be with this weirdo.
"Who are you? Why are you not afraid at all, and yet so wary of me? Who are you? "
Silby sniffed Hoffa's hair.
"Who are you?" Hoffa could not help but ask.
At this moment, Silby was different from anyone he had seen before. If he had to say that he was similar, it might be when he was racing with Silby. At that time, he was slightly similar to now.
"César Ville …"
The young man mumbled.
"César Ville!? What … "
Hoffa wanted to ask something, but he was shocked.
That's right, Silby was only his former name. He told himself that no one knew his real name, and he had never told anyone.
Could it be that his real name is César Ville?
If that was the case, then was the person sitting in front of him his real self?
For a moment, a series of thoughts flashed through his mind.
"What about you? What's your name?" Silby asked.
"My name is …"
Hoffa hesitated, but Silby looked at him seriously.
Hoffa's mind raced. He could not tell him his real name because he was still unsure of where he was. The difference between a dream and reality was extremely blurred here.
If it was a dream, the real Silby might realize his return because he was the ruler of the dream. If it was reality, then it would be even worse. If he ran back a thousand years and told his name to Silby, then in the future, Silby would hunt him down.
This would form a terrifying cycle.
After going through six thousand cycles, Huo Fa was in awe of the things that were certain and had already happened.
Thinking of this, he shook his head and vaguely changed the topic. "I'll tell you my name later. First, tell me why you're hiding in the tent and not going out."
"I'm staying here because I'm in pain."
Silby stopped fiddling with Hoffa's head and sat down. He said very frankly, "I'm in too much pain."
"Why are you in pain? Is it because you're lonely because you have no opponent?"
"As long as I defeat the guy across the Fjord, I will have no opponent in this world. Of course I know this, but it's not that simple." Silby hugged his knees and fell into deep thought.
"Since I was a child, if I wanted to eat something, other people would put it on a plate and respectfully give it to me. If I liked a toy, other people would find a way to give it to me.
However, when I really wanted to know the answer to a question, no one could answer it.
When I grew up, because of my damn talent, I could learn any difficult magic. Because of my damn ability, I could defeat any opponent who stood in my way. Because of my damn appearance, I could even attract any woman.
However, when I really wanted to know the answer to a question, I couldn't bring it up to anyone. "
Silby hugged his knees and said in disgust, "My life is as smooth as a disgusting piece of silk. There are no bumps, and I don't need to work hard. I can't find any value in living. Everything is too easy, too easy. "
Hoffa couldn't help but be speechless. He went through untold hardships to come in front of this guy, risked his life, and put his happiness as the price to stop him. But he said that he got everything because he was bored. Comparisons are odious.
However, he naturally couldn't say these words out loud. He could only comfort him, "You're already very amazing. Ordinary people can't reach your achievements in their lifetime."
"Bullshit."
Silby opened his mouth, revealing his white teeth.
"Are these my things?"
He pointed to the sky, "These are his ideas. He gave me everything. He built this slide. In this chaotic era, all I did was slide down this slide. But what about me? What about myself? Who am I? "
"You attacked the Church, but now you say you believe in God. If the wizards outside heard this, I'm afraid they would mutiny. "
"I'd rather they have a little of their own ideas. In fact, most people don't." Silby said lightly, "I believe that there's a higher existence. It could be God, or an old bastard, or something else. It's just that the Church is willing to be its servant, but I'm not. "
"But now, you are indeed 'its' servant."
Hoffa said, "You became a king under the expectations of all the wizards. If 'it' didn't want to, you wouldn't have become king."
"Then what should I do? Tell me, what should I do? What would you do if you were me? "
Silby asked three times in a row. He looked at Huo Fa and asked sincerely, "Don't talk to me about success and fame and getting married and having children. To me, life is an infinite game. If I can't reach the limit, I won't give up. "
Hoffa was shocked. At this moment, he saw something very pure in Silby. It was so pure that there wasn't a trace of impurity. He might have some of that on him, but compared to this guy in front of him, it was like a firefly compared to the moon.
Close.
Hoffa knew.
He was close to the essence.
This made his breath tremble slightly.
After calming down with great difficulty, Hoffa said in a deep voice, "Now tell me, César, what do you want the most?"
"It's very simple. I want to be a wizard."
Silby said in a somewhat melancholy tone. He hugged his knees. "A real wizard."
"But you're already a wizard."
Hoffa said in confusion. He didn't expect Silby to give such an answer. If he wasn't a wizard, then who was?
"I'm not a wizard."
Silby buried his head deep in his arms.
"When I was the crown prince, I went to see a circus. The wizard took a rabbit out of his hat, and the audience laughed happily. I thought it was a great achievement.
But now that I've ascended to the throne, I'm not a wizard. I'm a king, half human, half wizard king.
What I brought to the world was not joy, but pain. In the five years of war, my army ravaged every piece of land on the continent, burning the Muggle world to the point where not even a blade of grass grew.
Moreover, I can't kill all the Muggles. Even if I kill all the Muggles, the descendants of the wizards will still give birth to Muggles, and the descendants of Muggles will become Muggles. War and conflict will continue endlessly. "
Hoffa said, "Then there can't be a result if you keep dragging it out like this. The snowball has already started, and it's wishful thinking for you to stop it. How can you change something that's bound to happen? "
"Yes … The result is already inevitable. Why should I do something that's bound to happen? I'm destined to defeat the Pope, destined to become the strongest wizard on the continent, destined to become a king, destined to die in pain and self-torture. What can I do? I can't do anything. "
Silby looked at Hoffa. "If it were you, what would you do?"
"I wouldn't do anything."
Hoffa said, "Just maintain the status quo."
Silby said, "That's not the answer I want to hear."
Hoffa said, "Whether you want to hear it or not, the world is like this. Humans are animals that will fight endlessly. The cycle of the heavens and retribution.
Even if there were no wizards and only Muggles, they would still fight each other endlessly.
Long-distance relationships kill gays, Christians kill lesbians, white people kill black people, and black people kill white people. You might not believe it, but they will even fight over whether it's sweet or salty. As long as there is a difference, there will be fighting. "
"I don't agree."
Silby shook his head and looked at him. "I don't agree. What you said happened the day after tomorrow. They have a choice. But do wizards have a choice? Do Muggles have a choice? Born as wizards, Muggles will be killed by Muggles if they're powerful. Born as Muggles, Wizards will be killed by Wizards if they're powerful. This is completely unfair. "
Hoffa said, "There is no fairness. Looking at human history, how many people have a choice?
All the choices we make are the most correct choices at the moment. But if you look back, every step is full of loopholes and countless mistakes.
But the facts of the past are there. They are powerful, inviolable, and unchangeable.
It's like you think everything is too easy. That's because you're following this era and following the way all wizards think. They need a king, and you happen to be the king.
If you go against this era, then you will experience true pain. "
"I see."
Silby said in a tone of sudden realization. "I see …"
Then, he stopped talking. He just opened his mouth and stared straight ahead. His child-like expression disappeared. His pupils gradually shrank until they became small dots, and his eyebrows raised sharply.
Hoffa was shocked. What's going on?
Why did this guy change back while talking?
"Who are you?"
Silby asked again.
At this moment, he didn't have any innocence to him. His tone was filled with judgment and ruthlessness.
The switch between these two states was so fast that even Hoffa was caught off guard.
He stood up, and his entire body was as sharp as a cross sword.
"Who are you?"
He asked in an extremely oppressive tone.
"I'm no one."
Hoffa stood up. His instincts told him that something was wrong and that he should quickly run.
"Then why do you think you're right? Why is there no true understanding in the world? Why can't people become happier?" Silby asked aggressively.
"The Heavenly Dao is ruthless. I just want to follow it."
Hoffa said.
"So you're the Heavenly Dao?"
Silby's aura rose bit by bit.
Outside the tent, a strong wind blew, and sand and stones flew.
"In a sense."
Hoffa nodded, "I am the Heavenly Dao."
Silby's eyes lit up with a dazzling light. Surging power surged out like a tide. The tent covering the two of them was instantly blown away by the wind. Silby raised his head and laughed, "So it's you. I've finally found you!"
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