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Volume 5 Chapter 82 My own truth

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    Eighty-two: My own truth

    After repelling Lecco, Lott and others decided to continue their journey of "chasing an evil dragon knight". Although the departure day was only scheduled for the day after the incident, it actually did not happen.  It wasn't too rushed. After all, when they entered this border village, they planned to continue their journey with just a few supplies.

    I just didn't expect to encounter something like that However, in the eyes of Lott and others, what they saw as repelling the murderer fell in the eyes of other villagers who witnessed it, but it was not the same thing¡ª¡ª  Instead, the guy who claimed to be a brave man actually let the murderer go at the most important moment, and even stopped his companions from pursuing him!

    Therefore, after yesterday's incident, other villagers looked at Lott in a bad light. This was something he had never seen before as he had been traveling as a "brave". He was used to revealing his identity as soon as he entered the village.  , the other party would throw tasks such as defeating monsters, or repelling surrounding bandits, so he was a little at a loss for a while.

    So the rush to continue the journey today may be more or less due to this reason, and it seems that because the funeral of the dead village chief is also today, so at this time, only the villagers who saw Lot off at the entrance of the village were  Only a few people.

    "Ah, I'm sorry, I really didn't help the village chief to avenge him." Looking at the guard captain who came to see him off, Lott lowered his head in shame and said - this was one of the few stains he had since his trip.  After all, since traveling, no matter what opponent he encounters, he can easily deal with them. It is very rare to encounter such a situation where he can't leave the opponent behind.

    In addition to the previous one who exposed Scrip's ability due to his lack of experience and was designed to escape by the "Devil King", this time, the black-haired man actually relied on his weird ability to make himself unable to even kill him.  ¡ª¡ªIt can be said that the latter made him feel more humiliated than the former.

    "No, it doesn't matter. After all, there is nothing we can do about the opponent's weapon having such incredible effects. We are already very grateful to you for helping us eliminate the dangers of the surrounding monsters" Looking at Lott, he looked slightly disappointed.  Expression, the guard captain responsible for sending them out of the city said with relief.

    It's just that when he talked about the death of the village chief, his expression wasn't that good - because they knew it was impossible to avenge the village chief, and the murderer would probably never set foot in the village again, and even if he came, he wouldn't.  No one could subdue him, so the village chief's death was almost in vain.

    "Ahyes." After noticing the seemingly kind eyes of the other party, Lott couldn't help but relax and said with a forced smile.

    However, just when he thought he had temporarily forgotten this unpleasant incident, the same voice came to his ears again - who knew?  The ability to transfer the consequences of an injury onto the person who inflicted it?  No kidding, isn't that a force that makes anyone helpless?  If it really existed like that, how could it have been at a disadvantage before

    "?!" Hearing these unexpected words, Lott couldn't help but show a shocked expression. At the same time, he immediately raised his head and looked at the person who sent this sentence - the guard captain who had just comforted him.  , but the other party looked at him in surprise. Apparently the other party had not spoken before.

    However, Lott's doubts only lasted a very short time, because this was not the first time for him to be surprised. Before he had time to attract the guard captain's attention, he immediately looked away¡ª¡ª  What was thatthe captain's true thoughts?

    With this thought, he unconsciously touched the huge rusty sword - Scrap - that was carried on his back.

    But at this time, the weapon was not tightly wrapped by the cloth strips engraved with runes as before, but was sparsely wrapped around it, and its red rust was exposed in many places.  , but the sword is still sharp - Lott was indeed in a low mood yesterday because he let the enemy go, so he did not seal it immediately, and over time he seemed to have forgotten about it.

    It seems that is it the reason why Scrip's ability was leaked?  Lott thought unexpectedly, but without any hesitation, he wanted to take off the big sword from his back and re-seal it properly to prevent his ability from leaking out and affecting him.

    But in fact, he didn't know why he did this. He just accepted the inheritance of this "Sword of the Brave" and did it according to the instructions of his predecessors - but just when he was about to seal Scrap again  At that time, the sounds that came to his ears one after another made him stop what he was doing.

    Or rather, it was not really transmitted to his ears, but Scrip "peeped" it through some inexplicable connection with him.What he heard was directly conveyed into Lot's mind, but it was not much different from what he heard directly.

    Could this guy be the last one to find out that the murderer was someone he knew, so he let him go on purpose?  That must be it!  The "voice" came from one of the villagers who saw him off. At this time, he was looking at Lott expressionlessly. Although his expression was not friendly, Lott had no idea what the other person was thinking.  What was circulating was this full distrust and suspicion.

    It seems that in terms of being equally suspected and distrusted there is not much difference between you and the murderer?

    He even said that his worn-out weapon had the ability to read people's hearts. Even if he was lying, he still had to be a bit skilled, right?  Why did you buy an expired bottle of antidote as the highest-grade potion even though it was still in my possession before?  This time, the voice came from the aunt on the side of the street, who was sticking her head out of the window of the store to say hello to him.

    With a simple smile saying "Have a good trip", she had just used the reason "Such a young brave man will definitely need it!" to perfectly package a potion that was said to enable her to induce divine power in battle at a high price.  The price was sold to myself, but I didn't expect that under this smiling face similar to that of an aunt in my hometown, there would be such deceitful contempt.

    Sure enough, we still have to send this guy away quickly, no matter whether he is an accomplice of the murderer or not, but once such a guy goes berserk, the ordinary soldiers here cannot stop him And the person who made such a sound this time seems to be because he is  It happened that the owner of the hotel where he lived had to follow the middle-aged uncle.

    It's just that his expression was much more real than the previous ones. With a pair of dark circles under his eyes, he looked at himself with a look of plague. Apparently last night, he was worried that he might suddenly break out and hurt someone like such a murderer.  Stayed up all night

    And then there were various voices coming one after another, all coming from the surrounding villagers who saw them off.  At this time, the blessings they brought to see him and others off were not well-intentioned blessings at all. It could be said that they were completely different from what he had imagined.

    Are these the people I have always wanted to save?  Why didn't you choose to believe what I said?  Looking at these villagers who seemed to be wearing masks, Lott couldn't help but feel a little confused. Looking at this scene, it seemed that the figures of these people were all the same as someone he had met in a village before who almost deceived Alina's staff.  The figures of the profiteers who left coincided with each other.

    It¡¯s just that the latter one, who starts off by saying he¡¯s going to exchange it for a wand that¡¯s called the latest model but doesn¡¯t actually have much effect, is obviously much cuter than the former¡­

    That¡¯s of course right?  Both heroes and demon kings are essentially creatures that follow their own desires. Justice is just your wishful thinking. Perhaps in the eyes of the demon kings of the past, what they did was also 'just'.  Maybe?  At this time, what the figure said to him in a previous battle, standing in the fire and watching everything indifferently, appeared in his mind again.

    Is this the kind of person I want to save?  Are these people who deceive those who they think are fools and trample on those who they think are weak?  However, with the goal of saving this seemingly meaningless guy, is he really just satisfying his own desires as the "Devil King" said?  Thinking of this, Lott's face couldn't help but stiffen.

    "Lot? What's wrong? Suddenly his face turned so ugly?" After noticing that Lott's face turned stiff for a moment, Miniya, as a young tame dye, felt something was wrong for the first time and asked with some concern.

    Hearing the concerned words next to him, Lott finally came back to his senses, his confused eyes regained their clarity, and he slowly shook his head: "No, nothing nothing."

    But in my heart, I have already thought of something that I know, but have never understood or cared about - that is, the sword named "Screep" actually has a taboo that cannot be opened outside of combat.  .  It seems that if he is with the liberated Scrap for a long time, the sword wielder will also be affected.

    Lott didn't think that he, who had a firm belief, would be affected by a weapon, but since it was the advice of his predecessors, of course he still followed what the ancestors did not say, and replaced the weapon every time he used it.  seal.

    And this is the top priority mentioned in the inheritance he accepted. It seems that once he abandons Scrap's "scabbard", it is equivalent to abandoning his identity as a "brave", but for some reason, it seems that  Holders throughout the ages have eventually abandoned this "seal" entirely for different reasons and circumstances.

    And the cloth strip engraved with runes that sealed Scrip's power was not its original "scabbard". It was just the craftsmanship of Lott's previous holder.It was just added by a skilled technician. As for its original "scabbard", it had already been discarded by the first owner.

    "This is a sword that peeks into reality. Maybe peeking into other people's reality is nothing, but never peek into your own reality. If you can, try to drown in fantasy" This sentence was drawn by Lot  When Scrap was inserted into the ground, he found words written on the hard floor.

    If he guessed correctly, then the person who left these words was the armored skeleton next to the sword - the advice left to him by the holder of the previous generation.

    Although he had never understood what the ancestor meant by drowning in fantasy, now he seemed to have roughly understood something. Suddenly, his face couldn't help but turn pale - he finally understood why every Scrap's  The holders are all brave men with firm beliefs, but in the end they are all affected by this sword.

    Or maybe it¡¯s not that they were affected by the sword, but that after they noticed something, the way to the goal changed.

    "Huh? You still look very bad. Do you want to continue to rest here for a few days? Even if you set off a few days in the evening, the dragon knight won't run too far, right?" At this time, Alina stood beside him.  He also noticed Lot's strange expression and suggested worriedly.

    After noticing the suggestions from his companions, Lott finally came to his senses - if there were no people who had any hypocritical thoughts read by Scrip, then from the beginning to the end, there were only two of his companions beside him. Thinking of this,  He couldn't help but feel warm in his heart.

    "No, I'm fine. I just saw some bad things." Lott said, covering his face tiredly.

    Then he took the lead, without even saying hello, and hurriedly left the village under the strange eyes of Minia and Alina - as Lott moved, the sun also shone on Scrap's exposed face.  Under the red rusty sword blade.

    The rays of sunlight did not turn the red sword blade golden, but were even attracted by the red rust. Suddenly, it looked like dried blood on the sword blade

    But it was not enough. I confirmed that I was not the devil no, the kind of guy that girl said, so I decided to make a new choice. My favorite sword - Scrap, let me see this world  Be clearer.  Lott thought this and took a firm step.

    "As you wish" However, he didn't know whether it was his illusion, but a strange and gentle voice suddenly arose in his heart.

    What no one noticed was that the runes wrapped around Scrip as a seal seemed to be affected by some strange power, and slowly faded away, eventually losing their effect completely.

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    At this time, in a dark ordinary house in the big city in the direction of Lott and others, unlike Lott's excited thoughts at this time, it could be said to be absolute silence - a silver-haired figure paid attention.  He was looking at the instrument that reflected a certain figure on the table, while another black-haired figure was silently watching the former's back, as if there was something going on in his mind.

    "Oh? In other words, the person who injured you happened to be the holder of one of the swords of evil? So which sword of evil actually gave the holder half of the truth that represents the law of cause and effect?  Why are you so embarrassed?" It was Lu En who finally broke the silence. At this time, he seemed to have put down his observation of the newly found toy, and curiously turned to his accomplices to ask about the origin of his embarrassing appearance.  .

    "Humph" He was answered with an unappreciative snort. Leko turned his head as if he had been wounded, and seemed to have no intention of answering his words.

    "Rusty Sword - Scrip." But after a while, a distant voice came steadily.

    "Oh?! It's actually Scrap?" But what people didn't expect was that when they heard the name, even Rune, who had been sitting in the chair with a plain face, made a sound of surprise, and the expression on his face changed.  He got rich and even sat up from his chair.

    It's just that this surprise only lasted for a short period of time. Soon Lu En sat back on the chair again, then completely ignored the ugly face of his accomplice, and said understandingly: "I see, if it is that weapon  If so, you won't be able to gain any advantage in hand-to-hand combat, or if your Stone of Truth does not represent the law of cause and effect, then you may not be able to come back, right?"

    "Probably even if it were me who could use the Night Crying Spear before, there would be no good way except retreat. After all, fighting the monitor alone has no other ending than defeat." He nodded, and thenHe looked at Lecco next to him with an inexplicable smile and said, "So you surprised me with your bravery? You actually recognized that the other person was holding Scrap, and you even fought with him for a long time."

    "Hmph" Leko's expression became even more ugly as he listened to this. Although it was difficult for him to lose his life due to the effect of the Stone of Truth, being embarrassed would also make him uncomfortable.

    "However, I didn't expect that your unnecessary unauthorized actions this time would lead to such a good thing!" But next, Lu En said with great interest.

    "A good thing?" Lecco asked in surprise.

    "Yeah, don't you think that even after completing that thing, we are still a little short of manpower?" Lu En nodded and said.

    "Indeed, if there are only two people, no matter how much power we have, there will be many things that are inconvenient" Lecco did not pay attention to the other party's change of topic. He held his chin and considered it for a moment, and said in agreement: "But do you think we  Can what you have done make a 'brave' join the team?"

    "What do we mean by what we are doing? We are just doing ordinary research! Although the materials we use are somewhat special, since it is a process of pursuing the truth, there is nothing we can do about it I don't see that Leko, you have also done this  He's an alchemist!" Lu En said dissatisfied.

    "And Scrap is not a good person I always feel that our purpose is the same as that of him in the future!" He held his chin and continued.

    "He in the future?" Leko couldn't help but froze for a moment when he heard this.

    "Okay, okay, that will happen in the future anyway! Please help me contact your previous leader. That guy's plan failed. He should be having a headache now. We will have a common language with him!" Lu En!  He waved his hand and said.

    "Ah? It's really troublesome! If possible, I don't want to have anything to do with that guy anymore" Leko frowned rarely. Although he was a little dissatisfied with the other party's instructing him in this way, he finally nodded: "Forget it.  , I can only do this. If you go to find that guy now, I can¡¯t guarantee that you will come back alive.¡±

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