It was none other than Vonman, whom Guina and Yaniga had been talking about for a long time.
However, his arrival was a step too late. His dearest little brother and once his best friend had withered away before him.
Vonman rushed to Yaniga's side and looked at the two cold bodies on the ground.
Guina didn't know what was going on, but her eyes were filled with tears. She struggled in the cradle and whispered in a strange tone, "What's going on? What's going on? Chaila? Yaniga? Answer me … "
"I heard you, Vonman. Are you back? Tell me, what happened to Chaila and Yaniga? Why aren't they talking? "Guina knew what was going on, but she didn't want to think too much about it.
Vonman knelt beside Yaniga's body without saying a word.
"Are they asleep?" Guina asked softly. That's why they're not talking to me, right? "
Feng Mancai hummed and replied absentmindedly, "Yes, they are asleep."
"Let them sleep then. They're tired. I want to sleep too, but I can't …" Guina's voice was trembling as she spoke.
Only Guina and Vonman's conversation could be heard in the cellar.
When both of their voices slowly quieted down, only sobbing could be heard. The Knight of Judgement, whose throat was dry, suddenly didn't know what to say.
"You …" Knight realized that his voice was hoarse when he spoke. He gulped and looked at Vonman who was crying on the ground. "Who are you?"
"And who are you?" The knight paused for a second and looked at the other direction.
Following Knight's question, everyone shifted their attention to the second guest.
Right at the entrance of the cellar, a young man dressed in an extremely meticulous aristocratic attire stood at the intersection of light and shadow.
In the light and shadow, his facial features were as elegant and handsome as if they were carved by a master. Even if he was just standing quietly at the side, that kind of temperament from inside out made everyone involuntarily feel inferior.
He was a noble.
He wasn't someone who would show up in this refugee area.
This was a piece of information that everyone present could determine at a glance.
"Who are you?" Knight stepped forward and looked at the man from head to toe. He looked at the man's elegant suit and his eyes flashed with suspicion. "This style doesn't seem to be Heylan's style. Why does it look like … "
"The style of Goldspink Empire?"
The knight swallowed his saliva as he tried to get rid of the thought that he himself did not believe. A noble from Goldspink Empire would never show up in Heylan at this time of the year.
The knight was waiting for an answer, but before the noble could say anything, Vonman rushed over and kowtowed to the young man.
"Sir, you must have a way, right? You must have a way … Please save them … "Vonman pointed at the two bodies lying in a pool of blood and kept kowtowing.
The knight was confused. Vonman was asking the noble to save the children? Could it be that this noble was actually a doctor?
The knight chuckled.
So what if he was a doctor? The two children had already been confirmed dead. Unless the god of death took back his scythe, no one would be able to wake them up.
"The spiritual light of consciousness dissipated, and the soul fragments collapsed. . There's no other way. They're dead. "
The young man spoke in the common language of the continent with a foreign accent. The knight was stunned. He felt like he had heard this voice somewhere before.
"There must be another way, right? I heard from Ghost Call that there are ways to bring people back to life. "Vonman couldn't help but ask again.
"Bringing people back to life is taboo. Even if they do come back to life, they won't be Vonman anymore."
The young man's words crushed Vonman's hope. He stumbled to the bodies again and murmured the names "Yanika, Chaila" in a daze.
After a while, Vonman suddenly looked up and asked, "Who did this? Who killed them?! "
Vonman stood up and pointed at the knight beside him. A few small spiders crawled out of his dirty hand. "Was it you? Did you kill them? "
The knight didn't answer. Vonman turned to the other two people, a refugee and a madwoman.
"Was it you?"
Still, no one answered. Vonman staggered for a moment and then burst into laughter. "Since none of you are talking, then go to hell! Go to hell!"
Hearing Vonman's words, more small spiders crawled out of his sleeves. Even a knight would be horrified by their whiteness.
Vonman was about to release the spiders when a strange noise came from the cradle.
"Vonman, pick me up. I want to see Yanika and Chaila." Guina's voice was low.
"Guina, they're asleep. Let's not disturb them …" Vonman turned around and said.
"Pick me up. I'll tell you what happened."
After a moment of silence, Vonman mumbled, "Yes."
Vonman picked Guina up. Guina's horrifying image was displayed in front of the crowd.
Guina didn't care about the refugees or the madwoman. Instead, she looked at the two bodies on the ground.
Tears trickled down Guina's cheeks. After a while, Guina said: "They're sleeping, and they're sleeping so peacefully."
"What happened, Guina?" Vonman didn't want to give up.
Guina regained her composure and began to recount the events that happened today.
Everyone remained silent after listening to Guina's explanation.
The noble young man frowned when he heard the whole story. It wasn't a big deal, and he didn't know who was right or wrong.
It was Angor who came with Vonman.
Just one day ago, he was reading the letter from Alan and wondering if he should go and see the kid.
He didn't like the kid's cruel personality, but he already got Jon's permission to visit Brute Cavern. Angor was sure that Jon would bring Tulu with him when he returned to Brute Cavern.
After all, he still needed one more talent to complete his guide mission, so it was really difficult to find one in such a short time. That child was obviously a gifted one, so after some consideration, he decided to go over and take a look.
When he arrived at Moonwater City, he finally met the kid, Vonman.
Vonman came to Angor because he wanted Angor to help him save someone called Guina. At first, he didn't want to help Vonman. But as he listened to Vonman's explanation, Angor learned that Guina was also a talented apprentice. However, Vonman sent Guina to a woman named Kusha.
Angor killed Ghostcaller, and Vonman escaped. When he returned to Heylan, he found Guina's limbs and mouth sewn shut by Kusha's hands and feet. Yaniga also lost his tongue when he tried to find Guina.
Guina's bleeding was stopped, but she was still in a bad condition.
Vonman struggled for a long time and finally decided to return to Moonwater City and beg Angor to save Guina.
This was the whole story.
If Guina was really a talent, Angor thought it would be a good idea to recruit another person.
He didn't expect to see such a scene.
…
When Guina finished her story, Vonman's eyes turned cold. He turned around and looked at the refugee who led the way, then at the magistrate knight who claimed to be just. Finally, he locked his eyes on the woman who had turned from a frenzied woman to a quiet woman.
"So you forced them to their deaths." Vonman emphasized each word. "None of you will escape."
As soon as Feng Man finished speaking, she saw the bakery auntie raise her head and suddenly laugh.
"What are you laughing at?" Vonman asked coldly.
The woman ignored Vonman's question and looked at Guina, who was still in Vonman's arms.
"Guina, I remember you." The middle-aged woman looked at Guina with a complicated expression. There was pity, nostalgia, and disgust in her eyes. "Back then, Nini was still your friend. She always came home and told me how nice you were …"
The woman's expression softened as she recalled something. Suddenly, her expression changed. "My Nini didn't mind that you were a homeless person. She even made friends with you. I didn't expect that Nini would die in the hands of your friend. Don't you feel guilty? "
Guina, who was in Vonman's arms, stared at the middle-aged woman and said, "Actually, I wanted to kill her and take the bread from her. I don't deny that she's cute, but she's a little silly. However, her foolishness had also saved her life. Because she took the initiative to give me the bread, I gave up the thought of killing her. "
That's why I never felt guilty. To me, she wasn't as important as a piece of food. "
The auntie was stunned and laughed crazily. "My most precious Nini can't even compare to a mouthful of food in your eyes. You're a demon … "
"I'm not a demon. I just want to live," Guina said in a low voice.
The woman didn't hear Guina's words. Instead, she looked at the two corpses on the ground and laughed even harder. Now that the two people who killed Nini, Yaniga and Chaila, were dead, she had no more regrets.
With a determined look in her eyes, the woman struggled to her feet. Then, she shouted, "Nini, Mommy is here to accompany you!" Then, she slammed her head against the wall …
Three corpses were placed in the small cellar.
Including the rotten corpse at the corner of the stairs, there were four corpses in total.
The corpses on the ground all seemed to be in the right and wrong in their respective standpoints. But Angor didn't want to judge them right now. He felt sorry for them, but he also hated them for what they did.
He didn't like Vonman, who was too vicious.
He also didn't like Guina, who was too self-centered and cruel.
As for Chaila, Angor believed that he deserved it. Yaniga was the only one who could be considered innocent.
Angor didn't like these people, but he did understand their lives. Just like Guina said, they only wanted to live.
As for humans, the most basic need was to live.
Others could pursue higher desires, such as self-restraint and morality.
But these people, who lived at the bottom of society, couldn't. They might be chaotic, evil, and evil, but they were only doing what they wanted.
If they couldn't even fulfill this basic need, Angor wouldn't be able to use his own standards to judge their actions.
The curtains fell on the absurd drama, but Angor still needed to think about something.
He once read something in the literature records in his hologram tablet: "We can't see all the snow that falls on a person's life." Everyone spent the winter alone in their own lives.
Reality was indeed like this. Everyone had their own life, and every life had its own winter. Most of the others were just passers-by, unable to truly bring warmth to your winter.
Some people's lives were always the same.
Living was already the best they could do.
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