is hanging.

The clock struck midnight, and the room was still full of fragrance.Karas stared at the ceiling, not sleepy.

The crucifixes on the ceiling were as exotic as the white handkerchiefs.

"Do you still remember what I promised the little black-faced cat?"

Olin's voice sounded beside Karas, this time it was his own voice, not a virtual voice constructed by magic.

"Ah, I remember..." Callas turned his face, "Isn't it unfair to me? I finally cured you, we negotiated some conditions, everything is waiting for the dawn, you want to Fuck and say nothing. It's as if my time and yours aren't on the same page."

Olin gently raised his left hand and put it down again. He could move now, and his hand and heart shook together.

Karas was willing to risk offending the gods for his rotten life, but he only wanted to be free.

Thinking of this, Olin's thoughts drifted away again.He felt that he was in a vacuum early on, and he had signed too many contracts with the gods of the previous era, so that he could not continue to the next era.

History and the future are rushing by him, and he doesn't know where he should go.

Sometimes he feels he should ditch some of the contracts and magic and embrace the next 46 billion years.

And the remaining conscience told him that he was a remnant of the old empire and should go to the grave with the last empress.

...Don't tell him about the rose.

Olin looked at the ceiling, and the exotic cross-shaped pattern came into view. When he wanted to move forward, the conscience and memory left by signing the contract let him be buried with history.

While the princes and gods of the present age compel him to advance, the advance is hindered.He felt his own torn apart, and staying in the past was not an easy task, because his body still had the blessings of the old age, which kept him free from death.

And stepping into the future means facing his own incompetence first, and the residual self-esteem of the old era will not allow him to do that.

Except for himself, no one knows what kind of contradiction he is in, but now, the physical torture forces him to make the final choice.Doing one more wrong thing under the fig leaf for it to end.

Even if the roses can't bloom.

Orin chanted the spell softly, forcing his still-healed body to move.

Callas tugged on Olin's pajamas: "It will take a while for the bones and gold to fuse, so don't move around."

Olin pulled out the ceremonial dagger that he carried with him, and pressed it against Karas' throat: "Take off your pants..."

The room was still filled with the strong fragrance of roses, and Olin's mind was spinning, how to make up a heartless story so that the little black-faced cat would not come again next time?

Callas let out an "ah", grabbed Olin's wrist, and quickly disarmed.

Olin suddenly remembered, how many times has he lost to Callas?

In Halloni's graveyard, in the "Shrine Challenge" arena, every time it ended in exhaustion and despair.

"We all know that the current problem cannot be solved by soothing..." Karas looked into Olin's eyes, and wiped away the dried herbal juice from the corner of his mouth, "What you have to consider is how to let go of the intense Otherwise, your body will always be in a state of extreme abnormality."

This may be the fastest time to lose, and the two are thinking about completely different things.

Olin closed his eyes. Although it was early in the morning and his body was tired enough, he was not sleepy because of his complicated thoughts, which was normal for insomnia.

Midnight had passed, but the room smelled like a room of roses in early summer.

A series of cases flashed through Olin's mind, most of which were records of Ain's madness during the love period.

Ain had to suffer madness in order to continue the royal bloodline, but Orin didn't have this responsibility, he didn't want to become like that for no reason.

Karas sheathed the ceremonial dagger and threw it under the bed.He also climbed out of bed, and drew a magic circle with his back to Olin.

"Lie back and don't think about anything physically. I'll prepare and return your body to how it was before.

What's going on tonight will be a closed time loop. If you don't want to go out yourself, everything will just torture you again and again, and it will never end. "

Orin's heart skipped a beat.He is very clear, not only tonight, he has been in this state for many years.

He knew Karas knew, too, that Karas would wait, but never force a decision for him.

What's more, what caused all this has nothing to do with fate.

Orin shook his head. Feeling a cat-like itching in his left eye and blurred vision, he climbed out of bed and walked into the bathroom.

There was new water in the bathtub, and he bent down to wash his face. The candlelight reflected the faint light in his sleep, illuminating his face.

A red rose protrudes from his left eye, blooms and disappears, repeating itself like some sort of trick fit for a grave.

rose bloom.

Olin sighed, this is the consequence of forcibly driving his body with magic, if it lasts for a few more minutes, his body will be covered with roses and then rot, and he will remain awake during this process.

Those roses will bloom at that time, and then wither in a few days and nights, turning into dust together with his consciousness and body.

"What kind of side effect of lost magic is this?" Karas reached out and pressed Orin's shoulder, "The projection produced by excessively borrowing biological energy...beautiful but terrible. But, why is it a rose?"

Olin became nervous. This is the power magic of death that he has learned. Its effect is to absorb the energy of the surrounding creatures and maintain its own life. He named it "The End of the Rose".

The magic itself has nothing to do with the rose, and the name of the rose is just to imply that the discoverer is related to the Ellowyn royal family.

Death did not teach the magic of his powers to anyone, not even death's priests.

This magic was learned for the first time when Orin was fighting with Death and was attacked for the 444th time, and it was also one of the secrets of the gods.

After the battle with Reaper, the rose in Orin's eyes continued to bloom, and Reaper also turned against Ellowyn and refused to hand over the cure.

Fortunately, there is also Prime Minister Yaleshiya, who spent six full months to completely cure Olin.

The principle of magic was also discovered by Yalexia during the treatment process, and at this moment, Karas could see through it at a glance.

The second rose came out, and Olin could only feel the rotten smell of decaying petals around him.

Callas reached out to caress Olin's eyes with gentle movements, as if eternity is so gentle.

The cyan magic circle gathered on the ground like a vortex, shining like a star.Orin just felt empty inside, not relieved or empty.

But time has come to the end of life, whether it is to die here or to go back to some previous point in time and lose the memory after that, it may as well tell the truth.

"I like you, but I don't like myself. My love is limited. If I want to live in the court, I can only pour love on myself.

But you, like you, need to let go of your love for yourself.Losing my love, my sanity would make me realize my incompetence and stubbornness.The more I love you, the more I hate myself. "

"You have to think about it the other way..." Karas rubbed Olin's face, "I like you too. If I didn't like you, would I still come? My love for you can more or less offset your love for you Your own dislike?"

The rose sticks out of the branch and no longer blooms.

Olin smiled wryly, at that moment he seemed to have found the reason why he was stuck in the mud but not drowned.

But fate never forgives, and he vaguely feels that the oracle's explanation may not be correct.In other words, his interpretation may not be correct.

"There's a handkerchief in the guidebook. It's an oracle. You can see what kind of trouble you're about to face. Even so, please do me this favor."

"Tsk, please, tell me please..." Callas pinched Olin's palm, "Scared me to death. "

Orin adjusted his body, knelt down on one knee, and held Karas' hand with his last strength.

This is the etiquette for the Ellowyn nobles to meet the gods, and Karas knew what he was about to face.He pinched the palm of Olin's hand, and smoothed out the messy long hair caused by the torment of fate.

"Sleep peacefully, let the gods arrange your body and mind."

Orin fell asleep in a state of decorum, like a statue.The sky is getting brighter and the rose fragrance is gradually dissipating.

This matter has probably come to an end, Karas thought, he carried Olin back to the bed, opened the travel brochure, took out the handkerchief, and began to read.It is a precious thing left by my mother and mentor, but the content is sad.

After reading it, Karas solemnly put the handkerchief back in its original place.

Karas hugged Olin, looked at the hazy sky, and wiped his face gently: "If you want me to say, it may not mean that."

Orin didn't answer him, nor did he let out his customary snore.

"If you think about it this way, the oracle is the official document of the gods. I have written this kind of official document, and I can't understand the language of my colleagues very well.

What you're dealing with isn't physical death, maybe even temporary relief.Now rest well, though, and I'll pay another day's rent. "

Orin's life was saved, and his magical abilities were not compromised. "Fate can't let it go, can it?"

He spent two days and two nights in Caldyran with this idea in mind.In the early morning of the third day, he didn't bring enough money, so he could only ask Karas to open a portal to go back to Halloni.

Halloni still maintained the same state as it was a few days ago. The golems were working in an orderly manner. Olin called a golem and prepared to have it notify Anna to pick him up. The golem looked at him with a horrified expression.

Olin

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