"Am I a little too extreme?" "Exactly." Roland nodded and said, "What do you think of life?" "Even if you have power, never regard yourself as the judge of justice. Once you start, you can never go back to the past." On the road of exercising justice, the most taboo thing is to be inconsistent with one's words. Finn does not really love human beings as property like Roland. To force himself to do such a thing is nothing more than a recurrence of the tragedy of Stratholme. That’s all. Moreover, the adventurers who can survive until now must have gained a lot of experience in this disaster. It can be expected that this experience will increase geometrically in the subsequent cleanup of zombies. There were not many surviving adventurers, but if Finn lost a batch, where would Roland find such fresh leeks to cut? "But... the culprit who saves his strength to attack the dungeon should be the right one..." Finn wanted to say something more, but was ruthlessly interrupted by Roland. "If you really think that these people's lives are different, then why are you asking me what to do? Why don't you just go and do it?"
The words that revealed the reality left Finn speechless. "This disaster is not your fault. You have done enough. Just like when the gods did not descend to the world a thousand years ago, the humans who were pushed into desperation step by step by the monsters became like this because they did not work hard enough. ?” At this point, Roland softened his tone. "This is beyond their capabilities, so at this point, you just have to give your heart to hope and miracles." "You're going to do this?" Finn heard what Roland meant. "Of course, there is no one who loves life more than me." Roland said this righteously. Whether from the perspective of a demon or a human, humans are an important part of Roland's growth. "I'll ask Ais and the others to help you..." "It's not necessary," Roland chuckled and said, "Finn, you seem to have done the opposite. It's not that heroes represent hope and miracles, but those who can bring hope and miracles. What a hero." —— In a closed tavern, Eina was looking at the adventurers around her vigilantly. On days when such disaster strikes, the first thing to collapse is order. Among the good and bad adventurers, even in ordinary times Orario, bullying and oppression happen all the time, let alone now. After hiding in a safe place, the surrounding situation immediately became stalemate. If it hadn't been for the roar of the zombies outside at the beginning, which made everyone temporarily unite to seal the tavern, I am afraid that there would have been some survivors of this tavern. Conflict broke out. Almost half a day has passed now, and it seems that rescue will not arrive immediately. Although a battle will not break out immediately, a leader will inevitably be determined around the distribution of the remaining supplies in the tavern. However, although it sounded serious, it didn't take much effort. A few adventurers from the same family had a natural advantage in this regard, and they quickly took over the leadership of this temporary team. Eina, who is not an adventurer, has no say in this aspect, but she still hopes to protect the ordinary people behind her as much as possible. "Miss Aina... your face looks so ugly, are you okay?" The person who asked Eina in a cautious tone was a boy with rare white hair and the same red pupils as Roland, who looked a bit like a rabbit. "It's okay, Mr. Bell, I'm just a little worried about the situation outside."
Aina showed a forced smile. Speaking of which, the reason she entered this tavern and survived was precisely because of the young man in front of her. At that time, he was looking for a clan to join, but was ridiculed by the adventurers in this tavern. "You're so thin, but you still want to receive favors? Why don't you dream about it when you're an adult?" "You probably came here after hearing the legends of adventurers from the countryside. With a look like this, if you go to work in Happy Street, you might get a chance to join the Familia?" They said very unpleasant words, pushed Bell, and trampled his dignity unceremoniously under their feet. It was Eina who came over to rescue him, and then this crisis broke out. But for Bell's situation, Eina can't provide any good help. Unlike Roland, a monster that transcends common sense, the boy named Bell Cronny is really a man from the countryside, as the adventurers said. , a simple and naive boy. His face has a childish look that has never been shed, his body is also very thin, and his fighting ability is no different from that of a boy of the same age. In comparison, Sword Princess had the ability to enter the dungeon to fight alone when she was less than ten years old. , to the picky gods, Bell is indeed of little value. But even so, there was still no despair in his eyes, but instead full of determination and longing. "Mr. Bell, why did you come to Orario?" Aina leaned on the wine barrel behind her and said with some sigh. Hearing this topic, Bell felt a little hesitant, but remembering how Aina helped him out before, he still spoke. "Because, my grandfather said that you can find encounters when you come to the underground city." "Meet beauties of all races?" Eina looked at the blushing Bell and followed the fourteen-year-old boy's thoughts and said teasingly. "No...although I have had this thought occasionally, I came to Orario because I wanted to see heroes." Bell said with some embarrassment: "I heard that a living hero appeared in Orario, so I rushed over immediately." "A hero of swords..." Hearing Bell mention Roland, Eina showed a proud expression. Just as she was about to describe Roland's great achievements to Bell, several heavy figures came over. "What do you want to do?" Aina subconsciously protected Bell, but was pushed away ruthlessly. "Don't panic, Miss Aegina, we are just going to let this kid play his role." The leading adventurer looked at Bell with an evil look. "Boy, don't you want to join our family? Then I will give you a chance. There is no movement outside now. You go out to check the situation and come back to report to us. I will introduce you to our Lord God. .” "you……" Eina's expression changed, and she immediately realized what this group of adventurers wanted to do. Before the order completely collapsed, these adventurers did not have the courage to burn, kill, and loot, but they had the intention of bullying the weak in the name of rules. They still have it at their fingertips. "It's okay, Miss Eina." Bell, who knew that resistance was useless, did not struggle. Instead, he walked alone to the door that had been opened by two strong men. He squeezed out an ugly smile towards Eina and accepted his fate calmly. This picture This appearance only made this group of more powerful adventurers angry, and they pushed Eina in their hands towards the door. "Half-elf, since you want to be a hero, then go feed the zombies with this guy!"
"snort," Eina just snorted coldly, followed Bell without any hesitation, and showed a mocking smile towards these adventurers who were much higher than her. "You still dare to laugh? Do you really think there are heroes in this world who will come to save you?" As if his despicability was highlighted, the stout man was deeply angered by Aina's righteous appearance. His eyes turned red and he waved his fist towards her. "Miss Eina!" Bell screamed subconsciously when he saw this scene. However, the muffled sound of the iron fist hitting the delicate face did not come. Instead, there was the sound of something breaking. "Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--!" Inside the tavern, high-pitched men screamed. Eina raised her head very strangely, blinked her eyes, and the hand of the man who punched her stopped in mid-air, and then disconnected instantly. "boom--!" Then, the door, which was stacked with overlapping tables and wine barrels, exploded like a battering ram, and the cold sword light danced like a silver snake. The sword light seemed to be alive, turning the assailant with wide eyes and half-open mouth into a ball of debris. The fragments of flesh and bone mixed with blood splashed into the air in an unnatural pink mist. In the smoke and dust, walking on the road made of flesh and blood, the dazzling hero spoke reassuring words. "What a pity, I am not a partner of justice." Among the people present, except for Aina, no one heard the implication of these words. If you spend a little time with Roland, you can appreciate his willfulness and wantonness. Most of the time, his emotions are quite subjective and one-sided. Roland does not have a so-called sense of justice in his heart. He just does whatever he wants freely. Therefore, if you see anyone you are unhappy with, kill it, and if you see something interesting, you should mix it up. The so-called boundaries between good and evil are very blurry for him. Most of the time, he is just a hero out of interest, as he said. Seeing that his companions didn't even leave any bodies behind, the remaining thugs were about to roar when the companions next to them stopped him in a panic. "Idiot, look at what he looks like!" Under this scolding, the anger of his companion being killed suddenly stopped. The remaining thugs quickly looked at Roland. When his eyes swept across the iconic black hair and the magnificent ruby-like pupils, At this moment, the whole person suddenly trembled, showing an expression of fear, and subconsciously showed a flattering smile. "I'm sorry, Lord Sword Hero! We didn't mean to offend you. It was that guy who forced us. Thanks to you, we were liberated..." "It doesn't matter... I forgive you, but who makes me a good person? How lonely it is to let your leader die alone like this." Roland made a gentle voice and raised Esther with a smile. "As a family member, it's better to stay organized." "You guys...we are humans, not zombies!"
"There's no fundamental difference between you and zombies, right? If you insist on saying so, the zombies have just been eroded by the virus and lost their minds. Do I have to be soft because of this?" Hearing Roland's words, the remaining thugs couldn't help but retreat, but they still couldn't move faster than the sword light that exceeded the speed of sound, and they turned into a puddle of flesh one after another. Until the last thug huddled in the corner looked at the smiling hero walking over. Under the fear of death, his anger finally overcame the fear in his heart, and he shouted angrily at Roland. "How many people have you killed?" Bell will never forget today's scene. The floor was piled with blood and flesh, and the streets were littered with corpses. The savior descended from the sky like a light piercing the darkness. Also, the hero's blood-moon-like eyes, and his adoring answers that seemed to be filled with magic. "-Do you remember how many slices of bread you ate?"