Douluo's full-time soul master

Chapter 255 Interlude: The Moment of Return ([-])

I stand here and watch the world.

For 100 million years, the color of the sky has not changed.She is pure white.Even if the alien invaders burned her with fire and rain, and the restlessness of the elements made her appear erratic, but after all is calm, she will always return to her original appearance.

But the creatures protected by her have experienced generation after generation.

The newborn populations are like young shoots, and she can easily snuff out all hope of them with a little anger.But she didn't, not once.I stayed by her side and watched as generations of creatures learned how to survive.Watch them wield wisdom and create civilization.Watch them get delusional.Watch them desperately trying to turn their delusions into reality.

They are ignorant, but also tenacious.In the embrace of the sky, these children grow up willfully, gaining more and more dominion rights through their mother's gift and their own efforts.Their ambition amuses me, because when they grow old enough to stand on their own, their first thought is not gratitude but conquest.They wanted to conquer the sky, their mother, and the dragon that soared beside her.

I know that the time of my own children is over.Because children will tolerate the atrocities of these creatures and will take the initiative to keep a distance from them.My children, you are kind but also weak.For these insignificant enemies, why do you only think of giving up your own territory?
They are mortals, you are dragons.They shouldn't even have the right to beg you for the right to survive.

I looked up at the sky again.

My daughter is by my side.She is hesitating, hesitating whether to throw herself into the arms of the sky.Of all my heirs, only she knows my name and knows that she has such a sinful mother like me.

When I first met her, I was disappointed by the emotion she displayed.She is weak, incompetent, and opinionless.I even wanted to drive her away, never to see her cowardly face again.Why does the giant dragon, who has been flying in the arms of the sky for so many years, cry sadly just because he accidentally stained that piece of pure white, and attribute everything to his own sins?

I decided to tell my story to my daughter.I know that those despicable people who call themselves creators have completely falsified the memories of all children, and my words are just the nonsense of a madman to her.But I still want to tell her.I am so lonely.I've been alone for a million years.So, even if she thinks she's just listening to a joke, I'll tell the joke with all my grief and anger.

When my story was over, she accepted me.

Before I could be surprised, she told me that she was leaving here.She, who had been afraid to touch the sky, had made up her mind, an unshakable determination—that she would fly again, higher than ever.

She spread her scarred wings and threw herself into the embrace of the sky.

I let you go, dear daughter.My descendants are dying one by one, and their souls are gradually awakening my sealed body.I will be resurrected, but it will be a cursed rebirth.When I can touch the sky, she will change color, and then the whole world will suffer misfortune.I like the color of the sky.Flawless white has always been with me, and I absolutely refuse to be separated from such beauty forever.If my contact with her would disfigure her, I'd rather be imprisoned here forever.

I gave my daughter a crystal.Those are fragments of my memory, and my eyes.Child, your wings have been tightly bound by the shackles of fate.You can no longer be as happy as you were before, because the chains will not be released until you die.I know, this is my sin, I locked up the future for you.But please forgive me, boy.What you take away is hope, my atonement for this world.

I asked her, "Son, even after seeing your destiny, do you still decide to return to the sky?"

She nods at me.Her determination cannot be changed.

Looks like I was wrong, boy.You are not weak, you are strong.You have returned to that piece of pure white before I was reborn.I began to hope that what you found was not a key to unlock the shackles, but a sharp blade to completely crush it.

Let's go with my memory.She who is pure white will accept us and help us find the answers.

Yes, spread your wings as you are doing now.

Fly, fly.

For her, maybe she will never forget that cold sword in her life.

It was her own brother who held the sword, and she saw him drive it down the throat of their shared father.The side face of her brother was reflected in her dilated pupils due to fright. It was not the handsome and kind face she was familiar with, but a distorted, white, grinning devil face.In this way, with a crazy and twisted expression, he began to issue one massacre order after another.

Panicked, she was taken from her bedroom by a team of knights.The moment they jumped out of the window, she saw that the maid who had been taking care of her was beheaded by her brother.That was her last memory of her homeland.Also remembered was the sword called Frostmourne—or, rather, the cold that it sent that penetrated her bones.

Stormwind City is always a lively place, especially the Golden Rose Hotel built in the center of the trade district.There are three reasons. First, the food and accommodation conditions here are second to none in the city; second, the charges are not too expensive, and it is also close to the bank, making it easy to withdraw money;Earlier this summer, the Prince Regent, the Duke of Bolvar Fortagan, visited the place in person and specially designed a set of summer uniforms for the waiters. .Although the skirts were too short and the upper body was too exposed, there were many "serious accidents", and even the New Alliance Women's Association jointly signed a letter to protest, demanding the use of more conservative styles, but in the polls, all men unanimously expressed their support.Even rumors that the duke lured the young king with a comic book signed by Jaina voted yes.So this landscape has been maintained.

There are often mercenaries in the hotel.In this age, which is far from peaceful, many places can use this group of people. "Although I don't deny that they have similarities with goblins, they do everything for money, but it's not a bad thing to have such a person by your side when you go out." Robbed by robbers while walking at night in Elwynn Forest Kira Sansan, a baker who ran out of bread but was not robbed, said indignantly.

So, on a dizzyingly hot noon, Selna stumbled into the hotel.

"Oh, the queen is here..." As soon as she opened the door curtain, she heard someone whisper.

There are no regular guests in the hotel who don't know her - tall and slender figure; the lovely face and healthy complexion of a beautiful girl; the charming long black hair; and the life-sized sl Backpack - Selna Flynn, the best of the mercenaries, the young "Queen".

"Miss Boss, I want a glass of orange juice, the ice the better!" She yelled excitedly as she sat down on a chair in the corner.

"What is orange juice? Kharanos spirits are the best drink!" A dwarf's unique Kaz Modan accent came from not far from her.

"By the way, and, I want a big bowl of ramen!" Selna ignored the interruption, and continued to yell loudly with her throat open.

"What is ramen? Selzama's blood sausage is the best delicacy in the world!"

"Are you finished, you dwarf?!" Selna slammed the table and stood up, rushed over and kicked the drunken dwarf who dared to bicker with her out of the door.As a result, this kick made her feel very painful, as if kicking on a big rock.She secretly complained about the bodies of the dwarfs, which were as hard as granite, and when she walked back to her seat, she found that the dwarf had slipped back into her own place at some point, drinking happily from a large glass of orange juice.

"Are you finding fault on purpose?" She angrily picked up the dwarf, and gestured with her other hand on the front of her neck in front of him. "Anyone who gets in trouble with me at lunchtime is going to die! Get it, die!"

"Wait, don't get excited, let's sit down and talk slowly." The dwarf's mouth smelled like wine. "I bring you a job, Mercenary Queen."

"What job? Let me tell you first, I don't want to do murder. If you need to show off your appearance, show me the portrait of the target first. The uglier you are, the higher the price. This is the principle."

Selna sternly pushed the other party aside, then sat back in her seat, holding up the bowl of ramen that looked like a washbasin.While eating ramen with a brutal posture like a troll eating people, she didn't forget to let her mouth do some business in its busy schedule.

The dwarf laughed loudly: "You are so funny! Don't worry, we won't let you do anything against your principles. In fact, this commission is a tricky thing for our object-finding company. Last month, in Austria Among the newly produced cultural relics in Daman is a very weird pottery, engraved with a line of characters that we dwarves can't even understand. So the archaeological team planned to take this thing back to Ironforge. But the damn black iron dwarves attacked halfway Killed them. These dark scum stole the precious pottery! After we got this unfortunate news, we found a group of people to hunt down the robbers..."

"And then?" Serna put down the empty bowl, "Miss Boss, have another serving!"

"We rushed all the way to the Bastion of Pain, where all the Dark Iron dwarves were beaten up—in the name of Magni Beard, a great victory—but we still couldn't find the precious thing. Later we In the depths of the fortress, I found some kind of ambassador sent by Rahnaros - it turned out to be a group of fire that could talk and beat people! Mom, my beard was almost burned off, this guy is so hot! We put all The water that could be found was poured on it and finally subdued it. Then it confessed that the pottery was originally kept by it, but it was taken away by a despicable human before we came!"

"Oh... so you mean you want me to find a human man who doesn't even know his name and appearance?" Serna glanced aside—there was a dwarf with a thick beard and a man dressed in fashion male night elves are arguing over which is better, South Sea Turtle Soup or Redridge Stew.

"Haha, we are friends of mankind. Of course we would not let a friend do such a troublesome thing! Some time ago, out of concern for the theft of cultural relics, the king sent the great thief Zack Yuanshan to investigate this But soon another misfortune happened! He was going to Kalimdor, but he drank too much mead and got into a fight in Menethil Harbor. Guess what happened? Unimaginable! He was in He lay in the hotel for half a month! Fortunately, the report he sent back said that the guy who beat him like that is very likely to be the human man who stole the pottery we are looking for! Because he is going to pull out His famous 'nemesis of thieves' ax, the guy swung the crockery we've been looking for and hit him in the head! Poor Zack..."

Serna squirted the noodles all over the table.She picked up the poor dwarf again angrily.

"You've been talking for so long, but the result is that the thing you're looking for has been smashed?"

"It can be said like this... But, we can't stop here! This dirty thief must pay for his actions! He must at least give us enough compensation! In the name of Magni's beard, even if we chase to the ends of the earth, we Get him too, that thief, that hooligan, that scum... oh sorry, I'm so excited."

"...Please continue." Selna looked a little helpless.

"After the vicious brawl that rocked the port, the great Zack got something interesting from the inn's drunkard, Harkin Mudal. He heard the word 'Wayne', and Harkin Acknowledge that's the guy's name. Also, Zach, who was finally able to barely raise his hand recently, drew a rough outline of what the guy looked like."

Selna's face began to cramp.Not far away, the two people who had just argued about turtle soup and stew started fighting.The dwarf even whistled to drive his own white bear to pounce on it.The chaos in the hotel, the sound of overturned dishes, the essence of obscenities in various national languages, and the screams of waiters, plus the sound of 'soup! ''stew! ' mixed together with fierce shouts, it was almost like some five-rate band making more noise in a noisy vegetable market.

"Here, here is the portrait of the bandit. Ah, I want to spit at the portrait!" The dwarf handed a piece of parchment to the distraught mercenary in front of him.

"Is this guy from the Burning Legion?" Selna unfolded the parchment, glanced at it, and then frowned.

"No, it's human."

"Then why do you draw it like a demon?"

"I think it's because you hate this guy with your teeth. Ah, great Zack! You have such a love and hate!"

"What the hell is your relationship with that Zack?"

"What do you ask for this?"

"...No, it's nothing. I've taken the job. I'll contact you when the prisoner is caught. And..."

(End of this chapter)