Chapter 232 Where is the Responsibilities

Chapter 232 Where is the Responsibilities

"You mean, someone has summoned them?"

“To be precise, it’s an invitation.”

After two conversations, the camp once again fell into a long silence.

McArthur Delin lowered his head and pondered.

After a long time, he asked, "That person is the elemental shaping master."

The Knight Lord called that person by "ancestor", but he seemed to refer to not the ancestor of human beings, but some existence closely related to the elemental shaping master.

As we all know, elemental energy shaping masters are a group of unbelievers. They gained powerful strength in the pursuit of wisdom and experience, and are also the oldest extraordinary path in the world.

If they are forced to divide them, they are essentially different from other extraordinary people. Most of the extraordinary powers are brought by "God", so this creates a contradictory situation. On the one hand, today's human beings want to get rid of the control of gods, and on the other hand, they cannot give up the power they have obtained from gods.

Without the blessing of this power, they will fall from the identity of the extraordinary and become mortal world and return to their original appearance.

The Knight Lords and the others were the first people to cut off the shackles, and the price of sealing God is obvious.

They will no longer have eternal life, and death will come back to them.

"This is theoretically, but Kadra believes that it exists much longer and much stronger than humans."

The Knight Lord said.

People are used to calling the world today an age of darkness.

When the evil spirits of the gods gradually became revealed, they realized their identity as a puppet. Everything they longed for could collapse due to a thought of God. More and more people realized the silk thread hanging on them. They believed that there was no worse world than this.

They are all actors in an impromptu stage play, and when the gods need them to leave, it means their lives are about to come to an end.

But...

However, the world Kadra discovered from archaeology is probably much darker than it is now.

There is no stage, no play, and there is only an endless ocean and those barren lands.

"It has transformed the world into what we are now familiar with."

The Knight Lord refers to the birth of human beings and the rise of civilization. At first, they were characters on the stone wall, and later they were words written in books. Human beings’ records of the past and their understanding of the world have become easier and easier.

"And it did one thing." This is the purpose of the Knight Lord's trip, which was that Kadra failed to investigate the truth clearly from the ancient ruins. "It created the magic net."

"It's very consistent with Kadra's style of conduct."

McArthur Delin smiled.

In his opinion, the Knight Lord was a straightforward person, but their friend "Kadra" was different. He was a gloomy person. You would never know what he thoughts in his heart. He almost never communicated with his comrades. Whenever a period of time passed, Kadra would suddenly bring some amazing information.

This may be the charm of "archaeology".

McA Delin guessed Kadra's meaning, "He hopes we will explore the Magic Net more deeply, or we hope we will determine if 'it' is still alive?"

"The seal is only temporary, and sooner or later they will make a comeback."

The Knight Lord lowered his head, and he rarely looked so worried, "At that time, we will be gone."

Maybe this war is about to be won.

The creatures of the Asians and the gods retreated step by step. The Knights led by him had just destroyed two hatcheries of Bazatos' creations. Everyone saw the silk thread hanging from them breaking, and it seemed that they could vaguely see the arrival of a peaceful and beautiful new era.

...Temporary.

Kadra uses these three words to describe the coming era.

Because he saw a farther future.

In a beautiful and peaceful state, death and destruction quietly come.

When the seal is destroyed, people in this world will usher in the final catastrophe.

"I should have mentioned to you the risks of Exploring Magic Net."

McA Delin said.

"You are the most outstanding elemental energy shaping master in the world and the one who knows the most about Magic Net. Maybe you can find the real answer from there."

"Even if, this may bring destruction?"

Their emotions calmed down, "As you said, we can't wait until that day comes, and I can't be sure how people will treat Magic Net later."

These are all troubles beyond the control of manpower, which made McArthleen feel that he should really find a good place to catch fish for a day and give himself more time to think.

This is the first time that the Knight Lord mentioned death to him.

This is also the difference between himself and these comrades. His comrades still remained the same as they did when they first met, but McArthur Delin could feel that he was getting older.

When he first met the Knight Lord, he was still a young man following his teacher, treating these great leaders with an upright attitude.

Now, he looks a little older than the Knight Lord.

However, after they personally sealed the gods, their time returned to the same track again.

The Knight Lord said, "Kadra believes that this is a price that must be borne."

"So what about you, what do you think?"

Compared to that gloomy man, McArling trusted the Knight Lord more, but from when he started, his old friend always kept "Kadra" talking, "You are not Kadra's melody, your followers hope that you will make the decision."

“…I think so too.”

"That's good."

McA Delin took a deep breath, "Tell me about his plan."

"After the war, he had an idea that maybe we should build an organization to impart the knowledge of the magic network to people, so that even after we die, they can continue to find answers."

Believe in the wisdom of future generations.

This is the only way Kadra can think of at the moment.

Elemental Plasticists regard McArthurlin as a genius. He surpassed his mentor at a young age and became the recognized chief elemental Plasticist. In the future, there may be many geniuses similar to Kadra, even more than that.

They will stand on the shoulders of their predecessors.

This will become the fire seed left by McDerlin. Every person who explores the magic net will be the fire transmitter until the day they find the "answer".

"College."

Thinking of this, the Knight Lord said, "What about the academy?"

Of course he knew his old friend's concern, "McCar, maybe there will be better elemental shaping masters than you in the future, and they can find the antidote to solve the addiction."

What if they can't?

McArthur Delin didn't ask for any questions in the end.

Kadra is the one who goes the farthest in the "future". If even he cannot predict the farther place, how can they get the answer from the short and ethereal discussion?

However, the Knight Lord has conveyed enough information.

Believe in latecomers.

This is the result of their discussion.

McA Delin suddenly asked, "Old guy, what are you going to do after the war?"

He wanted to find a place to live in seclusion, fishing every day, raise birds, or traveling to places he had never been to.

This war lasted for too long. He had gone from a young man with a strong spirit to a middle-aged man with a beard. He hadn't touched the fishing rod for a long time, so that he actually lost to a beginner today.

Yes.

Ethan's face suddenly appeared in McCa Delin's mind.

Without chanting mantras and casting spells, this is a skill that even he has not mastered.

Perhaps he is the "later" mentioned by the Knight Lord. He is still young, which reminds McAr of his youth.

As for Ethan's wife... he admitted that the lady was also an extremely powerful elemental shaping master, but she spread the facts about him in front of everyone.

There is a tendency to become a witch.

This is McArthleen's comment.

The conversation fell into silence again, and the Knight Lord just looked at him, his face full of confusion, as if he was trying to figure out his intentions.

At the end, the Knight Lord said, "The war is not over."

They also cannot witness the day when the war really ends.

It may be hundreds of years later, or even thousands of years, and by then, even their remaining consciousness would have dissipated.

"I have a lot to do next."

Just now, McArthur Delin's question made the Knight Lord think a lot. Before his consciousness dissipated, he had to provide assistance to the latecomers as much as possible. "I want to forge twenty-four holy swords to stay in the ruins. When the latecomers are in crisis, the holy sword will guide them the way. I will seal part of the power, which also includes my understanding of this world, and I hope it can help them."

He paused and said, "I want to avoid being latecomers going astray. If they use these powers to do evil or deviate from the right path, I will punish them...Mac, what do you think of the vow? Use vows to regulate their behavior and urge them to walk on the right path."

McCa was speechless for a moment.

This topic was so heavy that he didn't know how to answer it for a moment.

The Knight Lord is already arranging his funeral, and it seems that he has already completed all the itineraries before his death.

Twenty-four relics, twenty-four holy swords, and those vows that regulate the followers may only be able to leave with peace of mind after completing all these matters. Death is more like a holiday for him, which means that his responsibility for the world has finally ended.

But this is obviously a relaxed topic.

For example, finding a place to open a tavern, or marrying a girl you like.

"Man, I always think you should be a god."

McCa could only sigh that if those gods could be like the Knight Lord, this war would not have broken out at all.

"I'm not a god."

The Knight Lord said seriously, "Mac, I have emphasized to you many times. I am not as omnipotent as them."

"I'm just feeling." McCa raised her eyebrows, "Kesalos really deserves to learn from you."

"It's getting late."

The Knight Lord still had a stern face and expressed his expression to tell him that he didn't like this topic.

"Yes, it's such a long day." The Knight Lord nodded to him and walked out of the camp. He had already arranged the next itinerary. There was no time to close his eyes. The battlefield on the Western Front still needed his and the Knights' Order's assistance. Fortunately, his body did not need sleep.

"Old guy."

The moment the Knight Lord was about to walk out of the tent, McCar-Derlin suddenly called out.

He suddenly realized that this might be the last time they met.

His old friend is such a person. If there is no important matter, he will never think of such things as leaving friends for maintaining interpersonal relationships.

In terms of human relationships and worldly affairs, the Knight Lord is definitely not an excellent friend. Every time they meet, they have business affairs, and most of the time when they meet, even the greetings will be omitted.

"Huh?"

The Knight Lord stopped.

"About your death," McCa said, "It's better to use 'leave'. You should leave some confidence for your followers. Of course, this is just my personal opinion."

This is not a deception, but an interpretation of death in a more tactful tone.

In the hearts of those people with beautiful imaginations, the Knight Lord just fell into a deep sleep. He was still with human beings. On the day of the catastrophe, he would wake up and once again throw himself into the battlefield with a sharp blade in his hand.

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This is the power of faith.

"I will consider it."

The Knight Lord nodded seriously, then turned around and disappeared into the darkness. After a moment, a dragon roar came from outside the camp, and McCar-Derlin knew that this was his old friend leaving.

He carefully considered the conversation just now, which was the plan of the latecomers.

“Build a college…”

He recited silently.

Elemental shaping masters have emerged in many ways. Almost every era will have saints who write their legends. McCar Delin does not think that he will become the end point of Elemental shaping masters. In the future, there will definitely be latecomers who surpass him.

He saw that the young man named Ethan was very skeleton and liked to fish, and had great potential in this regard.

Maybe they don’t have to wait that long. In Ethan’s era, magic addiction can be well solved.

This made McArthleen calm down a little, and he had already thought about recommending Ethan to become the second dean of the college.

However...

He was not optimistic that anyone could approach the Knight Lord, let alone surpass him.

It was not just strength, but the responsibility that the old friend shouldered. It was a burden that could crush anyone, and he was so busy that he didn't even have time to close his eyes and sleep well.

Perhaps because of this, the Knight Lord is always one step ahead of many people.

"If it were me, I would look for super precious monsters that have not been recorded."

A soft and soft voice came from the top of my head.

McA Delin was startled by the uninvited guest. When he looked in the sound, the young girl wearing handmade leather armor landed in front of him like a spider along the silk thread. The close-fitting leather armor outlined her almost perfect figure, and the curved bow on her back exuded a silver light consistent with the moonlight.

When the girl smiled, she had two shallow dimples on her face. She had dark gray eyes and starlight in her eyes. She seemed to be interested in the "retirement plan" proposed by McDerlin just now. "If you fished out of the lake, don't forget to bring it to me."

"Cynthia, how many times have I said, don't pop up so suddenly!"

McCa felt that sooner or later she would be scared out of illness by Cynthia.

When it was late at night, a person's voice suddenly came from above your head, and anyone would think it was a haunted.

It is quite ironic that many of Cynthia's followers are "ghost hunting experts". McAr thinks that her followers should catch her first and educate her hard, at least let her understand that when entering the house, you should knock on the door and not appear from the ceiling.

McCa took a deep breath to calm her heart and asked, "What's the matter with me?"

"It's nothing important."

Cynthia bent her eyebrows.

This girl, who looks only in her early twenties, seems to be laughing at any time, in sharp contrast to the Knight Lord.

But don't be fooled by her appearance, she is no younger than the Knight Lord.

McCa repeatedly emphasized this to elemental shapingists.

"It's just that when I passed by the camp, I heard the elemental shaping masters say that you went fishing all day today, but you didn't even catch any of them. I wanted to comfort you... Hahahahahahaha! Why are you so weak? Haha!"

"Premove it for me!"

The tingling sensation poured into McCa's brain. Looking at Cynthia who bent over with a smile, her face suddenly turned red, and even cerebral congestion was about to occur.

This Cynthia didn't even pretend, and she almost wrote the words "just jokes" on her face.

"It's nothing, nothing, how do you say that? Victory and defeat are common in military affairs. You will get used to it after a few times of the long and air force. Next time, if you don't catch fish, you can send me a help signal. I can send you a big fish or two so that you can pretend to be in front of them."

"Thank you for taking the time to laugh at me."

"No need to thank you, it should be."

...

The two were silent for a while.

With Cynthia's arrival, the heavy atmosphere that had just disappeared.

"Since you've come here, why don't you meet him?"

McCa asked, "You have been eavesdropping just now."

"Don't say so badly. I came to laugh at you specifically, but I just heard the conversation between you."

Cynthia blinked mischievously, "You know, that kind of occasion is not suitable for me, and I have different ideas from him."

She never thought of dedicating her life to human beings or any great plan. There are many places in this world that she hasn't been to, there are not so many things she doesn't know, and magical monsters she has never recorded. She can't wait to embark on a journey.

"But with our relationship, if you come here sincerely, I won't be able to take the time to go to your academy to help."

"You still understand magic?"

"I don't understand at all."

Cynthia admitted generously, "But I can teach them the knowledge of magical monsters."

"And then develop them into your believers?"

McCa saw through Cynthia's little thoughts at a glance. She is the most willing to develop followers among everyone. She is completely based on the principle of being more expensive but not more refined. Many hunters and even town residents have become his followers, and their age span is also the largest. McCa has heard that several elderly people over 70 years old were tricked by Cynthia to "explore nature."

This stems from Cynthia's philosophy.

She believes that a person's power has its limits, and even she cannot travel to every corner of the world and find every species that has existed. Because of this, she needs help.

Many helpers helped her explore the world and share their experiences and knowledge about hunting.

"It's not a believer, but a fellow accompaniment."

Cynthia was very upset, "It's just like your reading club, but our interest is adventure and hunting. This is the spiritual heritage of mankind since ancient times! We are exploring the origin of life. Do you know how human beings were born?"

...

McA was stunned by the question again.

Cynthia can always put forward some wonderful points, and what she explores is often a matter of transcendence.

For example, during the war in full swing, she would still explore the origin of life like a philosopher of the old era.

"It is God's creation."

McCa gave the answer that best suits the gods' believers.

"The answer is wrong. According to the information I have investigated now, although the gods have existed much longer than humans, humans are the product of the natural formation of this world."

"How dare you, a pagan, betray your faith!"

McCa was dumbfounded, feeling that his and Cynthia's position had changed.

As the leader of the former belief in gods, this girl should attack all those who questioned "God created human beings."

"This is the law of nature. You see, this is the benefit of adventure. I am now preparing to write a book and want to hear your opinions."

"Go and go, I don't have time now."

"If you don't say it, it's not the only one who can write books anyway."

Cynthia stuck out her tongue at McCa and made a face, "I'll just go and ask someone else."

McCa wanted to say something, but she felt a breeze blowing by, and the weird girl in front of her was gone.

He was so angry that he was so angry that he was, but on the other hand...

The burdens that were pressing on him seemed to have been reduced a little, and he couldn't help but envy Cynthia's life, the style of doing what she did was to do whatever she had happened.

That was his ideal life.

Faced with the teacher's request, the environment and position, I can say "I care about your place and that, I'm going to go fishing today" as if no one else.

But this is destined to be just a fantasy.

Even today's fishing just sneaked out.

Now, his fishing rod has also been confiscated by the teacher.

On the other side, a breeze blew into Ethan's tree house, bringing dewy moisture.

"Ask a question!"

The breeze brought a vibrant voice. The visitor did not knock on the door and turned over from the empty window into the house. "If I were to write a book that explored the origin of life, what name would be better?"

"Theory of Evolution."

Ethan did not think.

"Okay, that's the name!"

The voice was filled with joy, "Come on, this is for you."

In a daze, a small pennant was handed to Ethan.

——"Congratulations to Ethan for winning the McCar player in the first fishing competition and winning the championship!"

(This chapter ends)