Chapter 360: Are you dying?
Chapter 360 – Are You Dying?
Golza wasn’t ashamed of Kismet’s use of the word “spanking”, he even managed to laugh as much as Kismet did.
“Oh, they don’t have time to come over and spank me right now.”
As soon as the two men started conversing, the pre-war tension that had just been so tense with swords drawn and ready to strike instantly disappeared.
An eerie silence fell back between them.
After about a minute, Golza was the first to break the silence.
“Why are you following Saul?”
“Gee, that’s an excuse I’ll have to think about.” But Kismet, clutching her lyre, thought about it for less than three seconds, “Probably because, I was curious about what had happened to him.”
Kismet seemed to have fallen into memories, showing a very interested smile.
“I haven’t seen a fate line that twisted yet. That’s why I’m curious, what secrets are in him?”
Golza’s eyes curved up, as if he was smiling smugly.
“I’ve gotten word back to Skye City that you’re in the Western Continent, and I think a lot of people want to come over and talk to you.”
The smile on Kismet’s face disappeared.
Gortha was still adding to it, “Oh, by the way, Lady Oliphia also wrote to ask me to remind you that it’s time to go back to Skye to see her.”
Kismet’s face had grown so grim it could have dripped.
He looked at Golza steadily for a long time before he spoke, “Worthy of being the young genius of the Glow Family, what a wide network of connections, is even Ophelia your patron?”
His words were already secretly mocking, but Golza had absolutely no thoughts of fighting with him, and only looked at him with a slight smile.
Kismet knew that he was slightly outclassed at the moment, and the harp twirled around his fingertips, “Well, you win. Alas, it’s a shame that I’m going to have to bow out for a while before the story of the Western Continent even kicks off, it’s so boring!”
“Climbing to the top, only to turn away …… the moment before the sunrise goes out to sea My life is always filled with so much helplessness. Ah, fate, you’re always on my head, flirting with watching me struggle, teasingly letting me sink~”
He began to play again with a sad face, singing with a strange accent in his mouth, and turned around to walk in the direction of the Valley of the Drooping Hands.
The wind and sand swept up and covered his figure.
Golza watched Kismet leave the entire time, until he completely lost sight of the other’s figure before suddenly sliding down against a tree trunk.
He covered his chest, his body twitching twice before he gradually regained his composure.
“Are you dying?” A pleasant voice drifted into Golza’s ears from beneath the tree.
Golza looked down and saw the slightly distressed, yet still good-looking half-elf.
Without answering the half-elf’s question, he asked with a warm smile, “Killing?”
“Ran away.” The half-elf replied without burden.
Nor was Gortha disappointed, “Wilde used the Lost Soul Flower, didn’t he?”
“Uh-huh.”
“That’ll do. He recently popped up out of nowhere, but I’m in a critical period and can’t spare much energy. If you can’t kill him, it’s fine to waste him for ten years.”
“Then this is considered a commission completed.” The half-elf nodded, then turned around and walked towards the woods.
Gortha frowned slightly, pink bandages piling up on her forehead, “I thought you never went near the Forest of Seasons?”
The half-elf stopped and turned his back to Gortha.
“I don’t want to live.”
He lowered his head and looked at his hands, “The contamination in me is about to overwhelm, and I just did it to advance the collapse even more.”
Golza sighed softly, in fact, when he commissioned the half-elf to take a shot at the landwalker, he had already anticipated that it would exacerbate the other party’s collapse.
He originally thought that the half elf would ask for a lion’s share, who would have expected the other party to agree painfully.
It turned out that the half-elf’s willingness to use his abilities in a big way, utilizing pollution to slaughter the ship, had actually been self-defeating.
Golza also understood that the other party was truly tired of living.
“I hear my ancestors calling to me.” The half-elf suddenly turned around so that Golza could see his face, “Golza, this world hates elves, and I can’t change that.”
The muscles in Gorthar’s face tensed violently at the sight of the half-elf who turned back.
Noticing Gorthar’s reaction, the half-elf said nothing, turned back, and continued walking deeper into the forest.
“Half-Elf, kick the hell out of Thor before you die!” Seeing that the other party’s figure was about to disappear, Gortha pressed down on his heaving chest and shouted. The voice was like a sharp arrow that pierced through the air and the blockage of the plants, clearly reaching the half-elf’s ears.
The latter waved his hand, counting it as a yes.
Golza let out a sigh of relief, “What a ……”
He had always known that the half-elf was beautiful to look at, but if he was asked to describe it he couldn’t.
He couldn’t even recall what color the half elf’s skin was, how many eyes there were, and how long the hair was …… only knew that those five senses were combined together to say that they were inexplicably good looking.
But such a beauty is not even allowed to exist.
The half elf even did not even dare to have even a decent name.
Even though he was already a second-order wizard, Golza still wasn’t sure of the real reason why the elves had disappeared.
After recognizing this half-elf, he had some guesses, but he didn’t want to think deeply.
When the half-elf said that he was hated by the world, his originally beautiful and harmonious features suddenly became incomparably distorted and horrifying, and all the once beautiful terms were instantly replaced by disgusting and bizarre.
Golza, who possessed the strength of a top second-order sorcerer, felt nauseous and wanted to vomit just by looking at it, and even hated the idea of personally striking out to make this guy in front of him completely disappear from the world.
Fortunately, he suppressed this thought of his.
The hidden information in this made one’s hair stand on end just thinking about it.
“There are too many unknowns to mention this one.” Golza tapped his head to get his mind off of the scene he had just witnessed.
“Now about you.” Gortha said suddenly, looking down.
A black shadow of a humanoid figure burrowed out of him, slender and delicate, shaped like a young girl, thin as paper, and whistling in the wind.
“What took you so long to talk to Wilde when I told you to get oriented?”
Yura’s voice came out, “I used to know him, and since he’s dying, I’ll say goodbye.”
“No extra words?”
Yura laughed, “Are you angry?”
Golza reached up and stroked Yura’s head, pink fingers occasionally disappearing into the black shadows and coming back out again.
His voice was still gentle and watery, “Yura, remember that only I will leave no stone unturned to resurrect you.”
Yuura’s black shadow began to tremble as soon as Golza touched her, and her laughter came to an abrupt end.
She spoke with a soft shudder, “I know that I can only live as a human being if I complete the resurrection experiment.”
“Yes, living like a human once felt so easy. Look at the half-elf, he wanted to live like a human too, but the other half of his elven blood kept pulling him towards an unknown abyss.” Gortha pushed hard, shoving Yura into himself again, and only when the dark figure had obediently disappeared did he whisper, “So you have me to thank for that.”
“I will allow you to be naughty, but not to betray.”
“…… I understand.” Yura’s suppressed reply came from Golza’s chest.
Golza smiled in satisfaction, and in the next moment, his figure disappeared among the trees.
It was as if it had never appeared.
Outside the woods, the flying boat that was staging a hell on earth suddenly began to freeze.
All the struggles and suffering were reduced to sculpture.
In the end everything turned into a huge ice sculpture.
The sun shines, the temperature rises, and the ice begins to melt.
Melting into the soil, into the cracks in the rocks, into the spring breeze; absorbed by the trees, absorbed by the flowers, absorbed by the flies.
The huge ice sculpture just disappeared, not even a crumb left.
While the outside world was quiet for years, Saul was left to run on his legs through a dense forest.
He jumped over bushes, dodged branches that suddenly fell, and was following Mark, running wildly in the primitive forest.
The only reason they ran away was because Mark suddenly shouted, “The elves are coming!”
Then he dug into the dense woods next to him, leaving behind only the sentence “Follow me if you don’t want to die!”
(End of chapter)