The First Law God Black History Handbook

Thrander turned his gaze away, walked slowly to the window sill, and looked towards the street below the castle, "I was the one who destroyed your home, your past, and I was the one who separated you from Sisi."

"No, it's not you, my lord!" Carl's right hand on his chest unconsciously tightened, and then slowly released, "It's his own fault, it's him who brought you down...it has nothing to do with you."

Thrander sneered, not knowing whether he was laughing at himself or Karl, "Thank you, Karl."

In the historical dust unknown to the current mainlanders, there used to be a powerful country.It is the only empire and the only dynasty on this continent, and it once ruled this continent for more than 800 years.

It's called Metro.

Perhaps only the few remaining people know how powerful the Metropolitan Empire was.And the ones who really had close contact with it and witnessed its decline and collapse were Thrander, Karl, and... the person who had fallen into the dark abyss.

— Cecil Dill Leffy Chesterton.

Thrander's only student, the last heir to the throne of the Metropolitan Empire.

He is powerful, just, and kind, with a handsome face that even the gods would envy, and an incomparably noble identity.He was once the hope of the whole continent, the savior of all people's fantasies.He is like a star in the dark night, guiding all the lost people on their way home.

Thrander named him "Cesidil", which means "the only light in the endless darkness".

He has high hopes for him.

Compared with Cecil Dill, Carl Chesterton, another child adopted by Thurland, is much more low-key.

He didn't have a talent that was dazzling enough to attract attention, he didn't have an identity that was noble enough to shake an empire, and he didn't have a pair of parents who loved and cared for him.

He is an outcast, the outcast blood of the royal family.

He and Cesidil studied by Thrander's side. When Cesidil was strong enough to defeat most of the fighters and magicians in the world, he was still just a little apprentice by Thrander's side.

He never even considered himself a student of law and theology, and always insisted that he was a servant.

He envied Cecil Dill, hated Cecil Dill, and guarded against Cecil Dill.

But neither Thurander nor Karl himself could deny Cesidil's attention and friendship to Karl.

Cecil Dill gave Thurander and Karl the best he had.

He respects and loves his teacher and loves his brother.

But he chose darkness.

This alone offset all the goodness he had given.

"He betrayed you." As Cecil's brother, Karl felt ashamed, "It was his actions that betrayed you, making you lose the godhead you have gained so hard; it was his actions that betrayed you." It is what he did that betrayed the light, and made all the light in this world regard him as an enemy!"

"He deserved it, he deserved to fall!" Carl concluded, he didn't know who he was trying to convince, "Metro was destroyed because of him, the temple collapsed because of him, you...you lost your godhead, and it was also because of him!"

Even though 260 years have passed, Karl can't forget the blood and tears at the beginning.No one knows better than him what Fashen-sama has paid, what he has lost, and what he has gained.

He respects and loves Lord Fashen and regards him as his father, how could he allow such harm to Cesidil!

"I don't care about losing anything." Thrander spoke slowly, with an undetectable magic in his voice.This magic can make people around you calm down as soon as possible, "You care too much about my feelings, Karl. In fact, I never feel wronged or betrayed. I also had my own reasons for doing that. In short, Metro I am also at fault for perishing."

He slowed down, as if sighing, "So you don't have to worry about it."

Carl lowered his head and said with the most respectful gesture, "You don't need to be like this, my lord. It was Cesidil... who betrayed you and caused Metro's demise. He is the one who deserves the most atonement. Everything It has nothing to do with you. You don't have to bear all this for him. And this time of darkness... If he brought all this, my lord, you must show no mercy to him. Only in this way can we guarantee that you will never be hurt again harm."

Thrander did not answer immediately.He stared at the figures in the street below, watching a laughing Legston dragging Peake into a fight for a drink.

——What a vivid and familiar picture, isn’t it the same for Cecil Dill and Carl?

Innocent, kind, full of love and longing for everything in the world, and even his soul is full of worship and dedication to the light.

"Everything in the dark is not necessarily evil, and everything in the light is not necessarily true and good. Sometimes your eyes can deceive you." Thrander withdrew his gaze, "Karl, use your heart to see, use your wisdom to see Analyze, understand with your kindness. You have too much prejudice against Sisi, which blinds your eyes."

"Is it right for him to fall into darkness?" Karl couldn't help but ask back.

Thrander was silent for a moment, "He just made his own choice. It doesn't matter right or wrong. Just like some people like the warm day and some people like the cold night, we chose the day, but it doesn't mean the people who choose the night It’s just wrong.” He paused, “Or, only by doing it and trying it will you know whether it’s right or wrong.”

Thrander said the last sentence softly and meaningfully, but Karl didn't notice it.

"You mean, you won't do anything to Cecil Dill? Do you? My lord?"

"I said, you don't have to worry about it."

"Do you think it's me who's holding on to it?" Carl's voice trembled, "So my lord, what did you let go in the dungeon today?"

Thrander said lightly, "It's just a monster that hasn't formed yet."

"Even an unformed monster is enough to kill an ordinary person in a village." Carl pursed his lips, "Because Cecil, my lord, you have become too kind. Just like you are now facing a Some similar children are extra indulgent, are you using your kindness to test whether these despicable souls are extra merciful to humans?"

"Karl..." Thrander called him helplessly, "I will not let the evil monster go, you know."

"But now the darkness has spread! Evil is in the light! My lord! How do you distinguish each monster?"

"...I will think carefully about your words." Thrander looked at him, "Now, my lovely butler, can you please return these stones to that child?"

"My lord!" Carl opened his mouth, indicating that he hadn't finished speaking.

Thrander sighed, "You have a lot of doubts and anxieties, but I can't answer you for now." He walked over, lowered his head slightly and kissed Karl's forehead, "The only guarantee I can give you is that It will all be over soon; then you will be as simple and happy as ever."

Karl stood silently for a moment, but finally he didn't have the heart to ask any more questions.

He changed the subject, "So my lord, what are you going to do with this child?"

"Shouldn't you ask yourself this question?" Thrander took two steps back and looked down at his butler, "Karl, he is your relative, the only remaining blood of the Metropolitan royal family, you are the most qualified The one who decides whether he will stay or not. If I recall correctly, you have promised him to stay."

Carl was stunned. He remembered what he said when he was in the wooden house, so he saluted and apologized very sorry, "I'm sorry, my lord, without your permission..."

"You never need to say sorry to me, let alone ask for my consent." Thrander turned back to the table and poured a glass of sweet fruit wine, "Carl, I have always regarded you as my child, I hope you Remembering that, I can give you all my love and forgiveness, you know."

Karl immediately looked up and asked him, "Then you will stay away from that child—I mean Aruman?"

"Huh?" Thrander put down his glass, "What's wrong with him?"

"He's fine." Carl found a more gentle way of saying, "I just think you're too conniving with him, like...do you take him as Cecil Dill?"

"Of course not, my butler, you are too sensitive. At least more sensitive than me." Thrander smiled. Although his smile was always almost invisible and fleeting, the butler It was very clear that the corners of his lips raised at that moment, the corners of his eyebrows and the corners of his eyes were vivid, like the hot sun, they suddenly crashed into the bottom of his eyes and the bottom of his heart.

Lord Fashen is laughing because Aruman is laughing.

Carl lowered his voice and tried his best to control his uneasiness and objection, "He's not Cecil, my lord, you shouldn't indulge him like this, it's wrong. He will bring you endless trouble."

"Of course he's not Sisi." Thrander corrected him, "He's a good boy, just like you."

"..."

Carl simply didn't know how to continue the conversation.

"Cesidil? Who is that?" The young voice interrupted, causing Thrander and Karl Qiqi to pause and look at him.

"It has nothing to do with you." Carl resisted rolling his eyes.

Pick, who followed behind, looked back and forth at the people on both sides, then slipped quietly to Thrander, and saluted him.

Thrander nodded to him.

Legston then walked in, "I guessed that you guys were hiding something from me, and I happened to meet you this time, Your Excellency Fashen, maybe I can help you?"

Thrander didn't answer him, but turned to the housekeeper, "Carl, you should go back and see that child."

Carl hesitated.

"Go, go! Little Peake is very curious about Esso." Legston showed a big smile, making one wonder how much he had heard.

Carl finally left Thurander's bedroom with a dozen stones and little Pick.

The smile on Legston's face faded gradually.

"Is it the 'forbidden' person that is widely rumored on the mainland? Your Excellency the God of Law?" He walked up to Thrander and met his eyes. into darkness?"

Thrander's originally expressionless face became more and more complicated because of Legston's words, and in the end it felt quite difficult to explain.

"You can learn how to create poetry from bards. After all, your ability to make up stories is good enough. What's missing are those gorgeous rhetoric and tiresome arias." Thrander bypassed him and sat aside. After the long table.