Chapter 497: Repent and then atone
Asdalen's staggering steps stopped in front of the prison. His pupils shrank sharply, his heartbeat accelerated violently, and he stared intently. Looking at the figure squatting in the corner of the cage, wearing a blood-stained and tattered aristocratic costume, with deep knife marks on his chin and throat, he looked so unbelievable.
The figure also seemed to have heard Asdalen’s voice. His eyes, which had been dull and staring at the ground, suddenly turned around, then his head, then his body, and finally his whole body. He staggered up and walked step by step to the cage, staring at Asdailun's voice.
"You...I remember this voice, I remember you..."
Sebastian's scarlet eyes widened.
A trace of struggle flashed across Asdalen's face.
"Yes, I remember you too..."
An almost ferocious, imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of Sebastian's mouth.
"You... have called me many sweet names. When my name comes from your tongue, it sounds as beautiful as a poem..."
"Sebasti Ann, I..."
"I still remember...I still remember the smile on your face at that time. In the tavern, you came to me with a charming smile, and you made me drunk with a joke...You taught me a lot Things..."
"..."
Asdalen remained silent.
"Then...you destroyed me again with your own hands! Uh-ah!!!"
Sebastian suddenly went crazy! At that moment, he seemed to get rid of all his weakness, exploded with all his strength, and instantly hit the solid prison door! Then he acted like an enraged beast! Try your best to stretch out your sharp claws from the cage! I want to tear this despicable and shameless villain in front of him to pieces!
Asdalen subconsciously took a few steps back, but soon he realized that even if he didn't step back, Sebastian wouldn't be able to catch him. This prison firmly locked his freedom. He could even smell the rotten smell emanating from Sebastian's weak body. Due to the long-term pain and neglect, the attack just now was all the strength he had left.
Sebastian could not hurt himself. This thought came to Asdalen's mind, but this thought did not bring him any relief. On the contrary, he felt heartache. The conscience that he thought he had completely died a long time ago was stabbing him in his chest.
No matter how stupid people are, after seeing what is happening in front of them, they will realize what Kazador did to them. No matter how much they deny it, it will be useless, because the truth is that everything here People...everyone! They were all the trophies and food that the former self, and the other six brothers and sisters, had captured for Kazador over the past 160 years.
Asdalen had never doubted the final destination of these trophies in the past. They were already dead. This idea did not even need to be actively thought about, because in their opinion at that time, as long as it fell into In the hands of Kazador, death must be their only destination, but that bastard obviously deceived him and all his spawn brothers. These poor people are still alive...
Life is worse than death. .
"How long..."
Sebastian exhausted his last bit of strength and knelt down on the hard and cold iron plate in embarrassment.
"What...what?"
Asdalen was stunned for a moment.
"How long has it been..."
Sebastian said again.
"How long has it been since I was here..."
Asdalen clenched his fists unnaturally, but looked at Sebastian who was full of pleading and despair. eyes, he still let go of his hand, slowly and slightly sighed his last breath, and then said the painful number as if he was giving up on himself.
"...a full 168 years."
Asdalen said with difficulty. He had said before that he could instinctively forget all the prey that passed through his hands. , this sentence is not an arrogant lie, this sentence is true, he can indeed do this...
Until these people he thought were dead appeared in front of him again.
Sebastian... He is different from others. When Asdalen was just starting out, the first prey he encountered was Sebastian. He was the first person he encountered. The person who was pulled into this abyss, and the time he spent with Sebastian, and the subsequent betrayal of him, had cut off a large chunk of his heart called conscience. of meat.
"100..."
Sebastian's eyes became even more painful. He wanted to squeeze out a tear from the corner of his eyes, but he couldn't even do this, because even The blood in his body has slowly evaporated over time, and his eyes can no longer shed a tear...
"My family...my friends...they are all gone." , you...you took them away from me."
Sebastian huddled on the ground in pain, and the continuous bad news almost completely defeated him. Asdalen wanted to reach out to comfort him, but stopped halfway because he realized that everything here Among people, he is the only one who is least qualified to say those words of comfort to others.
But after a moment of silence, he still spoke.
"You...you don't have to be like this anymore. Let me tell you good news! Kazador! That damn old monster, the mastermind behind all this tragedy, has now been defeated. We saw that scene with our own eyes! It was so relieving! He was beaten to death! He was only one step away from going to hell. As long as he died, you would be truly free. !”
“Freedom…no, there will be no freedom.”
Sebastian interrupted Asdalen’s words, and then continued in silence. Curled up.
Darkness and loneliness are a pair of painful partners that can give them long-term torture, but on the other hand, these pains have tempered him. In the 168-year loneliness, the only thing Sebastian can do is Just keep thinking.
So when he saw Asdalen from this underground prison, but did not find Kazador, he speculated that something might have happened to Kazador, and Asdalen could not say anything more. It can only be regarded as confirming this guess. But even if this guess has been verified, it has no meaning at all to the situation they are currently facing. After all, no matter who the person is who rescues them, as long as he is not completely crazy, he will never let it go. More than 7,000 hungry and crazy spawns rushed out of the cage wantonly.
Think about it, if this really happened, what would it all look like? The hungry spawn will rush straight into the city, rush into the fat meal closest to them, feast on food, drink blood, and no one has the ability to stop them from doing this, not even death.
For today's spawns, there is no difference at all between dying before they are full and dying before they are full, because they can accept either outcome.
Whether you try your best to satisfy your appetite before death, or enjoy a sweet death while pursuing this desire, it is absolutely a sure profit for the spawns.
Asdalen was silent again. He was also not stupid and realized this possibility, but his desire to survive desperately prevented his thoughts from sliding in this terrible direction, but Sebastian An has already pierced this layer of window paper, making Asdalen have to consider this situation and possibility, but in the end...
"...Maybe you are right, Sebastian , Maybe for monsters like us, only the ending of death can be worthy of our dark identity."
Asdalen said this silently, he gave up, if Nohir. If Asdalen really wanted to kill them, he couldn't think of any way to stop him from killing them, but Sebastian didn't pay attention to the despair in these words. On the contrary, Sebastian was moved after hearing these words. Bastian showed only strange anger.
"Don't! Put me! and you! This! Such! The remnant identity! Put it together! Compare! You!...Who do you think caused me to end up like this!"
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Asdalen was silent again for a moment, then shook his head.
"I will no longer deny the mistakes I have made, Sebastian...I am sorry, I couldn't help myself at that time, I really want to say this, but I know this You will never accept this level of apology..."
Sebastian did not speak, but continued to curl up. Asdalen's mouth opened and closed slightly, and finally in a brief silence , he continued to speak.
"I...I'm sorry, Sebastian, I'm really sorry, not just to you, but to all the people in the prison who came here because of me. I have committed unforgivable sins, and I know this better than anyone else.”
“If possible, I really want to atone for everyone’s sins, and I really want to save you as much as possible. Everyone, but I can't do this, we're all going to die because I can't convince the one to defeat the Kazador."
"I can't think of any possibility that he would let us go. That's too unrealistic, so maybe in the next second, all of us will explode into a ball of plasma, but before dying... I want to confess to you... ..."
"Are you really willing to do your best to help these people who have fallen into such a pitiful situation because of your help?"
"Ah!"
Asdalen instantly jumped up like a cat with explosive hair, dodging far away from Nohir who quietly ran to his side at an unknown time and place.
"How...how did you...did you hear everything?"
Nohir nodded and continued.
“You haven’t answered my question yet, Asdalen, are you really willing to do your best, together with your other six brothers and sisters, to help them survive in this difficult world? "
Asdalen's throat rumbled, and then he asked cautiously.
"What would happen if I said yes...?"
The corners of Nohir's mouth twitched, revealing a fairly friendly smile.
During the time when he took the elevator down here, he had taken the time to use a cleaning scroll to clean the blood and minced meat on his body. Now there was only a faint smell of blood left on his body.
Although he still needs to take a good shower to get rid of the smell, at least it makes him feel less oppressive now. Instead, he has gained a little more kindness, making the communication between them easier. The reunion cannot proceed because the two sides are too unequal.
"What will it be like? At least it won't be like what you just said, just waving the staff and causing all the spawns here to explode. Is it after what I have done? You Haven't you discovered how kind I am? "
Kindness...means beating Kazador into a deformed body and then hanging his half-dead body on his former staff?
Asdailun secretly vomited in his heart. Although he could not deny that this guy did save them from fire and water, the unique performance that happened half an hour ago really shocked his little heart. , Asdalen really didn't know how to face the guy in front of him, who could break bones like a stick as thick as a little finger.
But...
"You... are indeed right, you know? Although you are somewhat inconsistent with the image of a hero I once had, such as the wings and horns, and the hanging on your hand. But at least in my eyes, what you did is worthy of the title of hero."
"You avenged us and saved our lives. Revealing the darkness buried under the ground, I feel... we can trust you. If you are really willing to let us go, then I am also willing to promise you that I will definitely try my best and do my best. Help my colleagues survive.”
Asdalen’s words were serious, and Nohir could tell that, at least at this moment, his words were absolutely serious.
“Very good, I am very satisfied.”
Nohir nodded with some relief, and then continued.
“I can let you go, yes, you heard me right, I am talking about everyone, all of you can leave this damn, useless place, as long as you agree I have two conditions."
"What...what conditions?"
"A very simple, but also very difficult condition. I ask you to restrain the blood-sucking desire of these spawns, but It’s not a complete restriction, you can still suck the blood of some animals to satisfy your hunger.”
“I also ask you to take these nearly 7,000 spawns to leave Baldur’s Gate and go to the dark and deep underworld. Make a home for the time being in that endless darkness.”
"As long as you agree to these two demands of mine, I will let you go. At the same time, I personally promise that I will act as a protector in this large-scale relocation and do my best to help you complete the move quickly. ”
(End of this chapter)