Chapter 1199: The sorrow of being a weak

Milo didn't tell anyone the matter. Of course, both he and Yu Tu knew that they could not hide Misha.
In the process of preparing to leave, Mikhail sat alone in the church hall. Facing the statue of the moon Diana, he began his first and last prayers.
Misha walked out quietly, looked at her father, and waited silently.
She hid her hands behind her back, looking a little hesitant. In her hand, it was a very sharp dagger.
"Misha, come and sit down."
Mikhail made a sudden voice, causing Misha to step back like a frightened rabbit. The dagger originally held in her hand accidentally cut through her palm.
She opened her mouth and forcibly suppressed the cry of pain.
"Father, I didn't bother you, did I?"
"Come and sit down, let's have a good chat."
Misha hesitated for a while, carefully came to Mihaluo, and sat behind Mihalo.
Milo sighed. He got up, changed directions, and sat down facing Misha.
Misha's performance was completely different from the previous performance in the basement.
Miluo sighed as she looked at her tight and weak daughter in front of her.
"hand."
"what?"
"Hands out."
Misha immediately stretched out her right hand. His face turned pale.
Mikhail said helplessly: "Left hand. Is that hand hurt, don't you know?"
Misha put her hand back, and after a while she held out her left hand.
At this time, his left hand was almost covered with blood. There is also a clear mark on the handle.
Misha almost subconsciously wanted to withdraw her hand, but was caught by Milo.
I don't know where Mikhail took out the water bottle, and directly started to clean Misha's wound.
"Usually, I didn't see your wounded in the kitchen. Why did you cut yourself into this shape after playing with a dagger this time? I was thinking about hiding. Did you forget that we orcs have a very sensitive sense of smell? With your mutated listening talent, it's easy to determine if a person is injured."
"It's just a small injury. It's just accidental."
"Can you fool me? I have eaten more salt than you have eaten."
Misha's ears drooped. After hesitating for a while, looking at his father who patiently bandaged his wound, he couldn't help but ask: "Father, I want Xiaoxi and the others to live."
"Well, I think too. I have already talked to Yu Tu. He will arrange for you to go to a relatively safe place. Don't you always want to go home? He will take you back."
Misha looked at her father with an incredible expression, but the dagger in her hand was tightened.
Mikhail said indifferently: "I know, you have always hated me. After all, your mother, your uncle Hult, and the village you love can be said to have been destroyed by me. But you have to know One point. It's not just that you lost them, it's the same for me. Moreover, I am more heartbroken than you. Because I have no goal to vent my hatred, all I have is regret."
Misha turned her head to the side and said flatly: "You will just say nothing. I have never seen your regret. If you really reflect on it, the village now has more than 27 people."
"Yeah. You are right. Regardless of my thoughts and goals. What I have done afterwards is wrong. I can't deny this. However, you are wrong. There are only 26 people in the village. . I. I'm already dead. You should have heard."
"Yeah, I heard it. But I don't believe you."
Milo smiled bitterly and stretched out his hand, pulled Misha's right hand out, and directly took away the dagger in her hand.
"Believe it or not. But I have confiscated this thing. You should still use a kitchen knife. That chopper is much better than this small fruit knife."
Misha did not respond, but pulled her hand back strongly. He took the bandage and began to bandage the wound. I completely ignored the wound that started bleeding again because of the big action just now.
Miluo opened his mouth, hesitated for a moment, and closed it again.
The two were silent like this. Everyone has countless words in their hearts, but no one speaks first.
Finally, Misha bandaged the wound and spoke.
"In the beginning, why did you choose to leave?"
"Leave?" Miluo's gaze became a little dazed. Recalling the original scene, closed his eyes.
"for freedom."
"So, have you got the freedom you want?"
"Not the freedom I want. I want to take everyone to get rid of the shackles of fate and return to the final state."
"Really? But now, all we get is imprisonment. You live what you hate the most. Moreover, you always make your own way. When you make a decision, have you considered our ideas? That's why I hate it. You. Hate your selfishness. Like you said, everyone is dead, but you are still there. So all my hatred is given to you. But I also know that I should not hate you. You are in me In my heart, I will always be that strong father. If I can, I don’t want to be like this."
She stood up excitedly, looked at her father, and said excitedly: "Time and time again, you have imposed your own ideas on us. You have become my nightmare! You keep talking about freedom, but do you have I have thought about it. Freedom, the weak and the weak have no extravagant rights at all. We must depend on the strong. We must live by the rules set by the strong."
Milo looked at his daughter's face with a dull expression.
He had never seen his daughter so excited.
After being silent for a while. He stood up. The tall body is no longer as straight as before, and even the strong muscles seem to shrink in a circle.
If we say that the original Miluo was a strong adult lion, mighty and domineering. Milo who came to this world was a fierce old lion. Strong and brave.
But now. The hideousness of this old lion receded. It became a twilight lion hiding in a corner, waiting for death alone.
Mi Tu Luo didn't say anything, walked into the depths of the church silently, and passed Yu Tu.
Yu Tu didn't say anything. enlighten? Pointless. Mikhail didn't need these.
He regretted his choice, so he made the decision like this. Disgust and hostility towards her daughter. These are all within his expectations.
What Yu Tu can do is just like what he said before. Reset these villagers well.
Looking at the crying girl sitting in front of the Moon God statue, Yu Tu slowly walked out of the church. Looking at the sky, the sun is gradually falling. Closed his eyes.
"This is the weak."