Chapter 5200 (Five Thousand Two Hundred) Depend on You
“Something like a monster?” Gray Hand said, “Is it like a heart shackle?”
"Is it... is it just to lock the heart? If... if that's the case... it's really new."
"Why does it feel fresh?" asked the man with gray hands.
"After all...after all...the heart shackles themselves are...just to lock something...that person cast a spell...in order to lock the heart shackles, it is to lock something...to lock something..." "The man said.
The gray-handed man said: "This is already possible."
The man said: "It's... it's possible... that's right... I almost... thought of what happened."
"What did you think of?" the gray-handed man asked.
"The caster locked the heart shackles, probably... just to prevent the heart shackles from locking something about me... By the way, I remember... I remember hearing this saying at the time." The man said.
"Did you suddenly remember it?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes. Before... I really didn't remember such a thing, but now that I think about it... it seems... that it is really the case." The man said.
"How did you remember it?" The man with gray hands asked, "The person who cast the spell on you told you about this?"
"Yes." The man said, "I suddenly remembered...it seemed...that he told me."
"What did you say?" asked the gray-handed man.
The man replied: "He seemed to say... after locking the heart shackles... it would be easier for me to do what he... he asked me to do." "What is it?" asked the man with gray hands.
"That thing... seems to be... what he said when he was pouring words into my soul." The man said, "What exactly he said... Actually, I can't remember clearly, but... but after he told me After casting the spell, even if I forget what he said to me... I still... still vaguely know what to do... to... solve my problem. This... I probably know this. Some other words he said...but...but those other words were not in the same style as the words he poured into my soul. Those other words...made me feel...he was not actively willing to take advantage. It belongs to the man in blue armor, but...but in order to completely solve my problem, he...let me do things that can solve my problem."
The gray-handed man said: "What are you going to do to solve the problem?"
"From then on... I changed my view of... the blue-armored people, and from now on... I will never do anything that intentionally hurts the blue-armored people." The man said, "Only in this way can I... be able to solve the problem that I have caused. He helped me solve the problem.”
"Do you mainly rely on yourself?" the gray-handed man asked.
"For a long time... I couldn't remember what words he poured into my soul... and I didn't know whether I relied mainly on him or... mainly on myself." The man said.
"You just said that those other words are not in the same style as the words he poured into your soul. What is the main difference?" asked the gray-handed man.
"It's probably...his attitude." The man said.
The man with gray hands asked: "Elaborate."
"The words he poured into my soul...I usually can't think of it at all, but...but when I remembered it here, I discovered...I found that the words he poured into my soul gave me a...he Good feeling for the blue-armored people,” the man said.
(End of chapter)