Chapter 160 (2/2)
”But I'm afraid, old friend!” Celtic murmured, ”the force is like my mother...” he buried his head in his arm and didn't want to hear Ilminster's explanation: ”I'm hesitating. If the gods are shallow, where will my soul convert? In my craziest days, the gods make me sick!”
Ilminster can feel that kind of torture and uneasiness, because truth is sometimes more terrible than blasphemy. The reason why the mage is difficult to be godly to the gods is simply because of a desire for truth. For the gods, revealing their truth is more evil than blasphemy, because the former makes them angry, while the latter makes them afraid.
It was a master who played with human nature. The old master smoked a few mouthfuls of tobacco to warm himself to dispel the lingering cold. The man in black, or milko, could always grasp the most vulnerable place of human nature. He knows that lies and deception can only last for a while, but truth can change a person forever.
It is more terrible to let a person know the truth he should not know than to deceive him. Ilminster knows how that truth can destroy a person, just as the city guards who are manipulated, ruled and used know the truth of nobles and councils. They must understand their situation and the deception they have been deceived.
The fact is that they have no future, or most of them have no future. They serve and survive in danger and war. Finally, they retire as the backbone of a moderately rich family to support a warm home. Young people can't accept a future without a future, and they don't know the value of plain and warm.
Ilminster is willing to trade what he has for it, but he also knows that those young people give unremitting attention to it. They are chasing power, wealth, prestige and dignity. They are eager to become masters, but the fact is, it is impossible!
Businessmen, nobles, guilds and councils, those who have stood there cannot make room for them.
This is the truth that they should not know. It will certainly arouse the ambition they should not have, and then feel angry about injustice, suppression and framing. Finally, this anger in the pursuit of fairness and justice will burn everything.
Those smart young people, those children who have been instilled with conspiracy and power by milko, will use the weapon given by evil to pursue their dreams and ambitions. Ilminster feels sad that there will be no winner in this game of power, and the hypocrisy and justice exposed by milko will eventually destroy these children.
Together with deep water city.
Ilminster tightly pressed the bronze ring in his palm. He was a little afraid. It was because of this fear that he was able to keep alert to the ring.
”How did you finally get rid of these crazy visions?” Ilminster looked back at the silent Celtic black stick.
Celtic raised his head, shook his head with a bitter smile and said, ”ring!”
”What are you talking about?” Ilminster asked a little seriously as he walked quickly to him.
”It's a ring! Nineteen rings!” Celtic began to sing: ”the elves in the world cast three rings, the underground dwarfs got seven rings, the mortals hold nine rings, the demon demon world is under shadow, and the dark king sits on the supreme ring.”
”You're wrong, black stick, you're very wrong!” Ilminster warned, ”give it to me!”
”It's not with me...” Celtic shook his head.
”Give it to me!” Ilminster snapped. ”Give me the ring in the name of the goddess!”
”I can't do it!” Celtic responded angrily. He soon realized his gaffe, remained silent for a moment, and whispered to Ilminster, ”I feel its control over me, but I can't leave it. I need it to protect me against Darth Celtic. That ring has magic...”
”So that night, the night I told you about the crisis of deep water city, when I was briefly awake, I abandoned it and threw it into the deep sea, just downstream of the port, which was swallowed up by strong winds and waves.”
”I hope what you said is true!” Ilminster said seriously, ”but you have to tell me why you came to me in great fear today? Darth?”
”No, it's an eye!”
”Above the high tower, it has the eyeball of flame rolling. It is red and like the iris condensed by magma. It is like a crack in the blood red flame, leading to the deepest darkness. The eyeball is like a flowing flame, but the iris is more like fine blood. In the middle is the darkest and most evil soul! That eye!”