The First Law God Black History Handbook

Not only Legston couldn't understand Cecil Dill, but Cecil Dier couldn't understand this guy who popped out of nowhere.

He glanced at the shocked look of the other party, stood up holding his breath, "Teacher, I have something to say."

"I also have something to say." Legston turned to look at Thrander.

Thrander raised his eyebrows, but did not comment.He got up and went to the table and poured two glasses of water, then came back and handed one to Cecil Dill and the other to Legston.

After the two of them finished drinking the water, Thrander said slowly, "You're not a child anymore, don't be willful."

Legston blinked, and his lips were pursed in silence.

Cecil Dill held the cup in his hand, paused and said, "Teacher, I really have something to say."

"I know." After Thurander finished speaking, he looked at Legston who was leaning on the bed, and bent over to cover him with the quilt. "You are injured, so lie down and rest first. I'll be back in a while."

Legston's eyes sank, but he didn't say anything after all.

Thrander and Cecil Dill arrived at the bench in the yard.

Some plants that are unique to the dark world are planted in the yard. They are not too lush, but they are still alive.

In Thrander's memory, there are not many plants that can grow in the dark.There are very few that can be eaten.

Cecil Dill could see through his teacher's thoughts at a glance. He walked to those plants, squatted down/body, and caressed the branches and leaves, "This is called black stem grass, and it can survive without seeing the sun. It can be eaten, it is sweet Yes." He folded off half of the grass body, got up and walked back and handed it to Thrander, "Try it."

"What are you going to say?" Thrander didn't pick up the grass.

Cecil Dill smiled, "Are you worried about that person in the room? I thought you would be happy to talk to me and ask me what I have been through these days and why I am the way I am today."

"Of course I want to know." Thrander stared at Cecil Dill in the dark sky, "Ceci, your eyes tell me that you are still you, you haven't changed."

Cesidil smiled sincerely when he heard the words, his eyes were shining brightly, as if the stars in the sky were shining brightly.

"Teacher, will you help me?" He reached out to grab Thrander's hand, lowered his eyes slightly, and the surrounding scenery was changing rapidly.

"Look, this is the Dark Demon Realm. A place without light and warmth all year round."

"Tick, tick..."

The sound of water droplets was clearly audible, and Thrander looked to the side.There is a low mountain wall with flowing water passing by, part of it continues to meander forward, and part of it reaches the ground through the raised corner of the mountain, forming a small puddle on the ground.

Beside the puddle, two skinny women were carefully filling up part of the water, and then went to the plowed fields not far away to continue working together.

The sky was dull and dark like a roof covered with a black cloth.

"That's the most common food in the Dark Demon Realm, called ground amaranth. Its stems and leaves can be made into cakes, vegetables, or eaten raw. Under the ground, they also grow a kind of fruit, which is a bit Like our mainland potatoes. It's just not as good, it's bitter."

Cesidil explained softly, with a touch of compassion in his tone, "No one dislikes their bitter taste. Because it is the only staple food that the people of the dark land can eat. Those things are very hungry, and eating one can fill you up for half a day. "

Thrander twitched his fingers in Cesidil's palm, and he knew what Cesidil meant.Only he can't.

"Teacher, the Dark Demon Realm is not full of evil and killings as we thought. Most of them are ordinary people, no different from the people on the mainland." Seeing Thrander's slightly lowered eyes, Cecil Dier felt a little sad, "The teacher taught me that I always feel the hardships of others, and told me to be a kind, fair and responsible prince."

There is a sticky wind blowing over, which makes people feel very suffocated.

Thurander pulled out his hand and looked at the former prince with deep eyes, "Sisi, you are the prince of the Metropolitan Empire, not here." He said, "This is the Dark Demon Realm, not the Western Fantasy Land. Not the Light Blessed Metropolitan Empire."

Cesidil's eyes widened slightly, with disbelief in his eyes.

"...It's not like that." He shook his head lightly, looking away from Thrander, as if trying to avoid something, "Teacher, you were not like this before."

Thrander closed his eyes, feeling a bitter taste in his heart and throat.He didn't even know how to make a sound.

"I thought you would support me, teacher. I am the demon lord now, the only hope of the dark demon world. They have nothing, no food, no clothes, and they have to avoid the expulsion and killing of the gods of light. Teacher, did you hear that? There are crying cries everywhere, and the world is full of their sad cries. These are the appeals of souls without owners. They want to go home and be relieved."

"How do you let them go home and let them go? Are you fighting against the gods of light with your own strength?" Thrander shook his lips and growled in a low voice, "Cesidil, put away your ridiculous thoughts for me." !it's out of the question!"

"So are you afraid?! Is my teacher afraid?" Cecil Dill almost laughed out loud when he heard Thrander's answer. His teacher, who has been rumored in that continent for decades, is brave, powerful, and kind. The wise teacher is actually afraid!

"The war between light and darkness has lasted for 17 years. In 17 years, how many times have you fought against darkness, how many monsters have you fought, and how many times you have been seriously injured? I thought you didn't know what fear is, and you would never back down. I thought Your Excellency Thrander is a true warrior, and he will give everything for the ideals he upholds."

"Enough, Sisi!" Thrander interrupted him, "Do you think I don't know what you're planning? Do you think everything about you can be hidden from the gods of light? You are so naive."

Since being sent to this time and space by Ilmo, Thrander has been thinking about the questions Ilmo left him.

"What is a trial, what is a verdict."

"What is faith, what is God."

He also thought about not exploring, because he knew that these seemingly mild questions were actually sharp weapons that could take away everything from him.

But fate is beyond his choice after all.

Cecil Dill is his greatest weakness and also his strongest armor.They started with Cecil Dill, intending to destroy him.

"You want to protect, you want to resist, and you want to help them get rid of the endless darkness and the fate of being imprisoned." Thrander stretched out his hand and slowly stroked Cesidil's face, "You are right, You are brave and kind."

"But you forgot, you are only one person."

"Sisi, you will never be able to fight the entire Protoss by yourself, let alone the entire continent."

"Do you know what the dark people represent in Western Fantasy Land? They are traitors, heretics, and terrible demons. They deserved to be expelled and slaughtered!"

"How do you change their ideas, gain their trust, and let the Metropolitan Empire, and even the entire continent, and the entire God Realm, accept these dark people who have been excluded and expelled for generations?" Thrander stared at Cecil. Er, with a pale and sad smile, "Sisi, some things don't just need to be rushed forward. You should know how difficult this road is. Once you choose, you will be the mortal enemy of the entire continent in the future."

"You are first the prince of Metro, then the king and queen's child, and then my student, and you will have a wife and children in the future. These are also your responsibilities. Sisi, you shouldn't abandon your original responsibilities. Choose the people here."

Cecil Dill gritted his teeth and said nothing. There was a slight struggle in his eyes, but within a moment, he became firm again.

"Does the teacher know how I came to the Dark Demon Realm?" He grabbed Thrander's hand and asked softly.

"I will accompany you to the third trial stage. There, I met a divine envoy who said that I can only follow you to the next stage if I pass one trial."

Following Cecil Dill's words, everything around him began to change again.Thrander saw the incomparably huge sacred tree back then. He and Cecil Dill were wrapped in blue water elements, and then disappeared.

Only this time, when his vision was clear again, he did not arrive at the temple of Irmo, the god of inspiration, but at a battlefield full of gunpowder smoke.

There are bloody bodies everywhere.The howls of the soldiers broke through the sky, and light and darkness each occupied half of the sky.

Countless magic swords fell in sight, piercing people's bodies.The sound of fighting enveloped Thrander's eyelids and eardrums.

"I play a role in this war that you can never imagine." Cecil Dill's voice suddenly rang in his ears. He embraced Thrander's waist from behind and rested his chin on his shoulder. There was a trance, "I am a captive. A captive kicked off his horse by the army of darkness."

Thrander watched the chaotic battlefield as calm as a rock.

"The dark army didn't kill me. They gave me food and water. They wanted to exchange me with the light army."

"I didn't know what to think at the time, so I just said thank you to those dark soldiers." Ceci Di paused, "They probably didn't expect me to say such a sentence, so they were all stunned. "

Thrander waited quietly, waiting for Cecil Dill to say things that he had not participated in.

"...the army of darkness sent me back to the side of light."

Cecil Dill rubbed Thrander's shoulder, moved to the side of his neck, and summed up all his experiences in one sentence, "The light side thinks that I have been infested by the dark army, and I am a stain and traitor of the light side. My faith has been shaken, and I am no longer worthy to be a member of the Army of Light."

Thrander clenched his hands tightly in his robe.

"They began to insult me, reviled me, and finally put me in shackles, put me in shackles, and tortured me with the most menial jobs. They trampled my dignity on the ground and devalued my beliefs to nothing."

"Teacher... Do you think I should resist?"

Cecil Dill couldn't wait for Thrander's answer, and finally grinned silently.

He said: "In the end I killed those who insulted me and spurned me. I hung their heads on the flagpole and let their blood stain my hands. The dark army shouted for me, and the light army feared me." Incomparable."

"So, you chose darkness." Thrander's voice was dry and hoarse.

"I didn't!" Cesidil let go of Thrander abruptly, and retorted loudly, "I didn't choose darkness! I didn't betray the light! It's them! It's those people!"

Cecil was panting violently, and it took a long time to calm down. He gritted his teeth and said heavily, "It was the envoy who sentenced me to death. He judged me to be a heretic and threw me into the world of gods and demons!"