The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 285: What about me?

"Me?"

Gryaznuha made a low and old voice that was reminiscent of vibrating wing membranes: "Of course I... came to witness all this. That's all."

"Witness?"

Annan laughed.

He turned around and looked up at Gryaznuha.

That was an extremely old man.

His beard and hair are all white - not the pure white like Annan and Maria, who awaken the heart of winter and give people a feeling of coldness like snowfields. It's the old man's extremely slender white hair, and the scalp can even be vaguely seen through the slender hair roots.

He was wearing a white double-breasted trench coat and was not holding anything in his hands. The old figure is still upright and the slender white hair is flying in the wind. He looks like an old general.

Gryaznuha looks about only 50-60% 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 will not be obvious that this old man is from the Winter clan.

His pupils are not the ice blue common among the Winter clan, but dark golden vertical pupils.

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

Gryaznuha gives people a strong sense of contradiction. If you walk on the street, you will probably catch the eyes of passers-by in an instant.

Annan asked back: "Believe in the Duke of Bones and trick others into sacrificing relatives and friends; encourage the nobles of the North to build curse cellars and assassinate the Grand Duke; join forces with Melvin and other families to launch a rebellion, seek the position of the Grand Duke, and try to seize great-level cursed objects The power... even tried to turn the entire Principality of Winter into a country of the dead.

"And now, I have uprooted the Melvin family."

The corners of his mouth raised slightly: "But you said - you are just here to witness?"

Annan will not believe his lies.

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

Gryaznuha whispered: "But this is the fact.

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

He said and took two steps forward.

Gryaznuha’s style looks a bit awkward. In other words, asymmetrical.

Although he was wearing a pure white double-breasted long windbreaker, his left arm did not come out of the sleeves of the windbreaker, but was just hidden in the clothes - judging from the bulge, his left arm The left arm is not broken, but is carried behind his back like a butler... and like a killer hiding the dagger behind his back.

But his right arm drooped honestly and naturally, not holding anything. It can be seen that there are some calluses on his knuckles - this proves that he has practiced swordsmanship for a period of time before entering the Silver Rank.

Annan narrowed his eyes slightly and cheered up.

Although he could "see" it, Gryaznuha's hands behind his back were only lightly clenched into fists and did not hold any weapons.

But as the mastermind who was expelled from the "Storm of Winter" reputation and has tried to assassinate Ivan and Annan many times... one cannot be too vigilant.

After all, Gryaznuha is also a genuine gold-level transcendent - and he is also quite old. In the world of extraordinary beings, old age usually means strength.

If the amount of "remaining soul" is not calculated, this theorem is also applicable to the golden level.

Annan even tasted a clear sense of danger from Gryaznuha.

This means that Gryaznuha is also a sufficient threat to Annan, who now has a righteous heart.

"You know, Annan," Gryaznuha said in a low voice, "This is not the first time I have seen you.

"I met you once when you were very young.

"Ivan brought me here to see you."

"...You mean," Annan raised a mocking arc on his lips, "You are an undercover? The best sixth man to trap those who oppose the cold winter to death?"

"I have indeed been stripped of my name of winter."

Gryaznuha had no reaction to this.

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

"I think you have guessed it..."

"Skeleton Lord's sublimation ceremony, right."

"That's right."

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

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

“From the beginning, I didn’t think there was anything wrong with him.

“In every country that does not fear or even expect death, sacrificing their lives without their permission-this may be inappropriate, but can it really be regarded as betrayal?”

"Of course."

Annan replied without hesitation: "Betrayal is not a continuous state. It only exists and does not exist. It is equally guilty once and a hundred times, because the consequences of that one time may be greater than the sum of a hundred times." It’s so painful.

"Therefore, mortals cannot measure the 'quantity of betrayal', nor are they worthy of weighing it. No matter how small a betrayal is, it may turn into despair that destroys everything under the wings of a butterfly over time.

"And when the time comes, no matter how absurd, the betrayer should bear responsibility for it..."

"You also said, responsibility——"

Gryaznuha interrupted Annan: "That's it."

The old man asked: "Why - do people have to bear 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 devote their lives to others."

Gryaznuha closed his eyes and shook his head slightly.

"Easy to say."

He repeated: "Living for others is the second most difficult thing in the world. Whatever you do, you must be restrained and you must consider others - consider those stupid, short-sighted, and cowardly mortals.

"If you can be sure and convinced, the final result is good. Does the process really matter?"

Gryaznuha said.

His right hand was placed in front of him.

One by one, he slowly unbuttoned his windbreaker.

At the same time, he said calmly: "I know that I have failed. Although I have done nothing wrong, it is just because there are people besides me who have done better.

"This world has a crane, and it no longer needs me to make it survive hard. It can live like a human being with its chest and head raised, and it doesn't have to be a dog. This is good, this Naturally it’s good.”

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

Granznuha grabbed the left breast of the trench coat with his right hand, pulled it off and threw it up.

At this moment, a strong wind blew, blowing his coat high.

"I sacrificed everything."

Gryaznuha whispered.

"Reputation. Money. Power. Love. I have a family and can't go back... I lost the most important [name]. The name I value most.

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

"I'm not afraid to tell you. I can ignore everyone's gaze, I can obey the arrangements, go to any country, and do any job. This is because I know that the end of the world will eventually come, and only those who follow me can Survive; and those who despise me, dislike 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 was originally going to be the Grand Duke of Winter - I gave up this noble status and endured this ordinary, mediocre and boring life to 'wait for the opportunity', just for the sake of something more noble!

"Yes, I am indeed not a good person. But aren't evil people 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 just enough, please come back, we have to wait A better and kinder righteous person?

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

"Just like this, I waited in the mortal world for a full hundred years...and then you were born.

"Everyone who knows about worms is rejoicing for you. They all know that the world can be saved, and they no longer need to be abandoned here or transformed into undead... With the original plan If the plan is several times better, then the original plan can be abandoned."

With the narration of Gryaznuha. ~IndoMTL.com~ He gradually started to look younger in appearance.

It was as if time began to flow backwards for him - he gradually transformed into a young man in his thirties.

The eyes are burning. High-spirited.

Like a wild eagle.

"But, Annan."

His left hand is still behind his back.

Gryaznuha raised his head, looked at Annan, and asked word by word: "You are the new savior. You are the sky chariot. You are the heir to the chariot driver. You are the worm's nemesis. You are The world loves you, and every righteous **** is your supporter. Everyone loves you... I also think you are a good child. You are only fifteen years old, you are full of energy, young and beautiful.

"...What about me?

"I should die, right?"