Rhonin raised his head and gazed into the distance with his deep green eyes under his thick red hair.
There was a scar on his nose from a fellow apprentice, but no matter how skillful the culprit was, Rhonin had never thought of fixing it.
Even so, Rhonin did not look ugly. He had a straight and elegant chin and a sharp face. His arched eyebrows made him look like he was full of sarcasm and suspicion.
Most people were superficial. Before understanding the beauty of the other party's soul, they would often reject the other party from the bottom of their hearts because of the bad habits brought about by the Appearance Association.
Rhonin was treated the same way.
His appearance had caused him trouble in communicating with the higher-ups more than once. Every time he tried to alleviate all of this, his ferocious expression and slightly exaggerated body language could only play a negative role in the situation.
He wore an elegant midnight blue robe. His tall and handsome figure was very eye-catching, even to the mages.
Rhonin was silent. He had sacrificed five outstanding companions in the last mission. To him, who was waiting for an interrogation, any extra words would only make the accusations against him more severe.
He stood in the middle of the room and looked at the door again, waiting for a mage to come in and speak to him.
An interrogation, or a direct sentence from an important figure.
The door, which seemed to be made of solid metal, disappeared without a sound. It was the same for a door made of magic. It was controlled by a magic program that normal mages could not understand. The Kirin Tor Parliament had used this cage system to imprison many criminals in the Violet Prison under the Dalajan. It had been like this for hundreds of years.
The sudden light from the door made Rhonin turn his head and close his eyes. But quickly, he opened his eyes and looked straight at the door.
To his surprise, it was not the intimidating Inquisitors and their assistants, nor was it Krasus, who was half his mentor. Instead, it was a young sorcerer with a tuft of silver hair. His hair did not look like it was dyed, but it did not match his young face.
Rhonin looked at the person who came. It was Duque.
Duque was also sizing Rhonin up. He saw a pair of deep green eyes that were as calm as a lake before a storm. There was no fear, no anger, and no hatred. He could clearly see the ugly scar on Rhonin's nose, as well as the helplessness under that seemingly vicious expression.
Not only that, it was hard to even find anger. This kind of incongruous feeling made it difficult for Duque to connect the person in front of him with the glorious Kirin Tor Archmage in history.
This was the first time Duque had seen such an expression since he transmigrated. It was an expression that could only be seen after one had been abandoned by one's teacher, rebuked by one's peers, insulted by the world, and made enemies with the entire world.
If it was an ordinary person, most of them would bend their back and lower their head in front of a high-ranking person, trying their best to show a humble and pitiful posture.
But Rhonin didn't.
From the moment he opened the door until now, his posture had been as straight as a pine tree. He did not raise his chin, nor did he lower his gaze. He just calmly looked straight into Duque's eyes.
That's right!
Rhonin was not afraid of death, nor was he afraid of being questioned. He was only waiting for the result of his trial.
Was it eternal oblivion, or … redemption?
"Hello, Rhonin. My name is Duke Marcus. Nice to meet you."
Duke Marcus?!
The one and a half year battle at the Door of Darkness had made Duque's name known across the two continents.
For the first time, Rhonin was stunned. Why would such a famous person come to see him?
"My apologies, please forgive my stupidity, my lord. I don't understand how a sinner like me can help you, my lord. Or should I say, aren't you afraid of bringing misfortune upon seeing someone like me? "
Duque laughed.
"If it really is the power of the Goddess of Misfortune, perhaps anyone who looks at it will meet with misfortune." Duque replied, "But your degree of misfortune is nothing to me, who has suffered the curse of the Burning Legion's Sargeras and only has a month left to live! If you can really bring misfortune, then I should be dying in front of you right now. Do you want to count down? Three … Two … One … I'm dead … Eh? I don't think I'm dead yet. Looks like your misfortune is useless against me. Do you want to follow me for a while? "
Rhonin was tongue-tied. He couldn't keep up with the thoughts of this person in front of him.
He felt like he was losing his ability to think. When he had been imprisoned by the Kirin Tor Internal Affairs and dragged away like a bag of trash, he had thought that his terrible life as a wizard, or even this cursed life, was about to be liberated.
But when the door opened, Rhonin found out that what awaited him was not the result of execution or the destruction of all his magic circuits. He would be unable to use magic for the rest of his life. Instead, he was going to follow a person who only appeared in legends?
Rhonin was stunned.
Duque scratched his head, "Looks like my reputation isn't working! Then, for the sake of the Alliance, the humans, the dwarves, and the high elves, can you help me? This is a mission with a very high level of danger … "
When Duque said this, Rhonin suddenly came to a realization.
Rhonin lowered his head for the first time and then quickly raised it again. There were a few more tears at the corner of his eyes. He shouted at the top of his lungs, "I'm willing! I'm willing to do anything! I don't need to make any contributions. As long as I can wash away the sins on my body, so that I don't have to think about the faces of the victims' families every night, and make my heart feel better, I'm willing even if I have to die! "
Duque was stunned and then came to a realization.
Azeroth's history still had its original momentum. But this was different from the original timeline. At the original timeline, Rhonin had gone to save the Red Dragon Queen. That was after the war had ended and he had been imprisoned for a long time. At that time, Rhonin had already calmed down, or perhaps his heart was dead.
But now, after Rhonin had committed a crime, he was in the most pain and his conscience was at its worst.
It was as if he was in front of a cliff, unable to find his way out. Just as he was venting his pain, Duque had extended a simple wooden bridge to him from the other side of the cliff.
Even though it looked unstable and had all sorts of questions, there was no doubt that this was Rhonin's only salvation.
Duque lowered his head and sighed, "Rhonin, if you follow me from now on, let me tell you why your magic always goes out of control."
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