32 Here Comes the Angel (1/2)

The wind drove the heat away. Roland's robe was blowing in the wind, but Falken's green-edged robe was not affected at all.

It seemed that Falken was already beyond the physical realm.

After a brief silence, Roland asked, ”You're asking me to leave Red Mountain Town sooner?”

It was not a random thought, it was what he was reading between the lines.

Falken smiled and said, ”You're truly smart. I do hope that you can leave Red Mountain Town as soon as possible.”

”Why do you want me gone?” Roland asked curiously.

”It's not about you, but them.” Falken's soul looked down at the town gently and said, ”You've disrupted the balance in this town. I do not blame you. You did a good thing, but it's not necessarily a good thing for the town.”

Roland stood next to Falken and asked with even more interest, ”I haven't noticed it yet. In what way did we influence the town?”

”You're different.” Falken looked at Roland and said, ”You and the Golden Son who just came are different from us. You are neither humble nor arrogant, and you treat everything equally. It's a good quality, but not a good thing for the children of our town.”

Roland was puzzled. ”Why?”

”Because they do not have strength,” said Falken helplessly. ”They do not have a notable familial background. They can't even read. Yet, they're learning how you deal with things. What do you think will happen to them when they face nobles or other strong professionals with pride but absolutely no strength?”

His words were direct, if not blunt. For Roland, it was rather shocking. The chirps of insects and birds seemed a lot louder.

Subconsciously, he cleared his throat and said, ”Is this world so horrible that one cannot defend their pride?”

”They can if they are strong, but they are not,” said Falken. ”Is the world of the Golden Sons one where everybody has lived in peace without any discrimination since the very beginning?”

Of course not! Briefly stunned, Roland smiled bitterly. ”Got it.”

Then, he looked at Falken, finding it odd. ”Why do I feel that your mind is a lot more active now that you're a soul?”

Falken replied matter-of-factly, ”Old age will certainly affect your abilities. My current appearance is from when I was strongest in my life.”

Roland sighed. He too felt that Betta and he had stayed here for too long and somewhat influenced the town. He looked at the lake, where Betta was still playing swords with the kids. ”When did you realize that it's inappropriate?”

”Half a minute before my death, I thought through many things.” Falken shook his head helplessly. ”In fact, our town is too small and the population is too little, so you can easily influence us. Large cities are different. One million people live in Delpon. If you go there, it will be like a bottle of ink being thrown into an ocean. Nothing will be changed.”

Falken was briefly stunned. Then he smiled and said, ”It does feel strange if you put it that way… There's a Guild of Mages in Delpon. You can try to join it. You'll be able to learn a lot of basic knowledge there. However, you should be careful. Mages believe in survival of the fittest. You have to be prudent, or other Mages might easily kill you. After all, all the Mages seem pretty smart to me.”

”The Guild of Mages, got it!” Roland thought for a moment and said, ”I'll keep you company until you go to paradise.”

”That's unnecessary. The goddess's envoys are here.” Falken pointed at the sky.

A gold ring had appeared in the sky at some point. It grew large and eventually turned into an enormous gold mirror that occupied half of the sky.

Green plants, lakes, and opaque spots that seemed to be living humans could be vaguely seen on the mirror.