Chapter 285 What About Me?

"me?"

Gryanznuha made a low and old voice, reminiscent of a vibrating wing membrane: "Of course I... came to witness all this. That's all."

"witness?"

Annan laughed.

He turned and looked up at Gryanznoha.

That was a very old man.

His beard and hair are all white - not the pure white like Annan and Maria, after awakening the heart of winter, which gives people a feeling of coldness like a snow field. It was the extremely slender white hair of the old man, and the scalp could even be vaguely seen through the slender hair roots.

He was wearing a white trench coat and was holding nothing in his hands. The old figure is still tall and straight, with slender white hair fluttering in the wind, he looks like an old general.

Gryanznuha looks about 50 to 60 percent similar to Grand Duke Ivan.

If the two are placed together, it can be seen that they are related - but if they are not particularly familiar, it is impossible to tell that this old man is actually from the Winter family.

His pupils were not the ice blue common to the Winter Clan, but dark golden vertical pupils.

There are clearly visible wrinkles on his face, but his skin looks quite clean and fair.

Gryanznuha gives people a strong sense of contradiction. If you walk on the street, you may be able to catch the eyes of passers-by in an instant.

Annan asked rhetorically: "Believe in the Duke of Bones, trick others into sacrificing relatives and friends; encourage the nobles of the North to build curse cellars and assassinate the Grand Duke; unite with Melvin and other families to launch a rebellion, seek the position of the Grand Duke, and try to seize the power of the great cursed object... ...even, trying to turn the entire Duchy of Winter into a kingdom of the dead.

"And now, the Melvin family has been uprooted by me."

The corner of his mouth raised slightly: "But you said——you just wanted to witness?"

Annan would not believe his nonsense.

"I also know that no one will believe it."

Gryanznoha said in a low voice: "But it is the truth.

"I'm here to witness it all - as always."

he said,

Take two steps forward.

The shape of Gryanznuha will look a little awkward. Or rather, asymmetrical.

Although he was wearing a pure white double-breasted long windbreaker, his left arm did not come out from the sleeve of the windbreaker, but was just hidden in the clothes like this - judging from the bulging place, his left arm was not It's a broken arm, but it's like a housekeeper behind its back... and it's like a killer hiding a dagger behind its back.

But his right arm drooped obediently and naturally, without holding anything. From it, it can be seen that his knuckles are somewhat callused—this proves that he had practiced swordsmanship for a period of time before stepping into the silver rank.

Annan narrowed his eyes slightly and lifted his spirits.

Although he could "see", Gryanznuha's hands behind his back were only lightly clenched into fists, and he was not holding any weapons.

But as the man behind the scenes who was expelled from the reputation of "Winter" and tried to assassinate Ivan and Annan many times... I can't be too vigilant.

After all, Gryanznuha is also a genuine gold-rank transcendent—and he is still quite old. In the world of extraordinary people, old age usually means strength.

If the amount of "remaining souls" is not counted, this theorem is equally applicable to the golden order.

Annan even tasted a clear sense of danger from Gryanznuha.

This means that Gryanznuha also poses a sufficient threat to Annan, who now has a heart of justice.

"Do you know, Annan," Gryanznuha said in a low voice, "this is not the first time I've seen you.

"I saw you once when you were very young.

"It was Ivan who brought me to see you."

"...What do you mean," Annan's mouth curled up in a mocking arc, "are you an undercover agent? The best sixth man to kill those who oppose Lin Dong?"

"I have indeed been stripped of the name of Winter."

Gryaznuha did not react to this.

He just said plainly: "But that's not because I believe in the skeleton. It's because I try to turn the people I protect into materials.

"I think you guessed it too..."

"Skeleton Lord's sublimation ceremony, right?"

"That's right."

Gryanznuha nodded quietly: "From the very beginning, I was a ceremonial master like you. When I was very young, I came into contact with the ritual of Lord Skeleton...and then learned about his true history. "

His dark golden pupils are as deep as an abyss: "It's different from you.

"From the very beginning, I didn't think there was anything wrong with him.

"In every nation that does not fear, or even expects, death, to sacrifice their lives without their permission—it may be inappropriate, but is it really treason?"

"Of course."

Annan replied without hesitation: "Betrayal is not a continuous state. It only divides what is there and what is not. One time is as guilty as a hundred times, because the consequences of that time may be more painful than the sum of a hundred times.

"Therefore, mortals cannot measure the 'amount of betrayal' and are not worthy to weigh it. Even the smallest betrayal may turn into despair that destroys everything under the wings of butterflies in the brewing of time.

"And at that time, no matter how absurd, the traitors should pay for it..."

"You also said that responsibility—"

Gryanznuha interrupted Annan: "This is it."

The old man asked back: "Why - people have to bear the responsibility?

"Do people live for others?"

"Of course people have to live for themselves. But they can also live for others, it all depends on you."

Annan said softly: "You can live for yourself, there is nothing wrong with that. But don't laugh at those who give their lives for others."

Gryanznuha closed his eyes and shook his head slightly.

"It's easy to say."

He repeated: "Living for other people is the second hardest thing in the world. You have to be tied up in everything you do, and you have to think about others—thinking about stupid, short-sighted, cowardly mortals.

"If you can be sure, if you can be sure, the end result is good. Does the process really matter?"

Gryanznoha said.

He put his right hand in front of him.

One by one, he slowly unbuttoned his windbreaker.

At the same time, he said calmly: "I know, I have already lost. Although I did nothing wrong, it is only because there are people other than me who did it better.

"This world has a sky car, and I no longer need me to keep it going. It can live like a human being, with its chest up and its head up, without having to be a dog. This is very good, of course it is very good of."

After he finished speaking, he unbuttoned all the buttons of his windbreaker.

Gryanznuha grabbed the left chest of the windbreaker with his right hand, tore it off, and threw it up.

At this moment, a gust of wind happened to blow, and his coat was blown high.

"I sacrificed everything."

Gryanznuha said in a low voice.

"Fame. Money. Power. Love. I have a home and can't go back... I lost the most important [name]. The name I valued the most.

"But I don't regret it. Because I'm the savior - because I'm the last possibility in this world and they don't know me.

"I'm not afraid to tell you. I can ignore everyone's eyes. I can obey the arrangement and go to any country and do any job. This is because I know that the end of the world will come, and only those who follow me can survive; and Those who despise me, despise me, and reject me... are stupid because of their short-sightedness, and there is absolutely no place for them in my new world.

"I am the eldest son! I would have been the Grand Duke of Winter—I gave up this noble identity and endured this ordinary, mediocre, and boring life to 'wait for the time', just for something more noble!

"Yes, I am indeed not a good person. But are the wicked not allowed to save the world? If you want to save the world, you have to pass a spell judgment? Oh, you are not kind and righteous enough, please go back, we have to wait for better and more good righteous man?

"I am saving the world for the sake of fame and power in the future! There is nothing worth escaping from my motives, because no matter what, this is a kind of salvation!

"That's how I waited in the mortal world for a full hundred years...then you were born.

"Everyone who knows about worms is cheering for you. They all know that this world is saved, they don't need to be abandoned here, and they don't need to be transformed into undead... It's a lot better than the original plan Double the plan, then the original plan can be abandoned.”

With the narration of Gryaznuha.

His appearance gradually began to look younger.

It was as if time started to turn back on him - he gradually turned into a youth in his thirties.

The eyes are burning. High spirits.

Like a wild eagle.

"But, Annan."

His left hand is still behind his back.

Gryanznuha raised his head, stared at Annan, and asked word by word: "You are the new savior. You are the Skycart. You are the heir to the Skycart. You are the worm killer. You have been suppressed by this world." Love, every righteous god is your backer. Everyone loves you...I also think you are a good boy. You are only fifteen years old, you are full of vitality, young and beautiful.

"……what about me?

"I should die, shouldn't I?"