Chapter 3011: innocent

He Feng Ji, January 3, 4117.
Makaiji...I didn't see it, I don't know.
On this day, the wind is high and fresh.
On this day, the chaos remains.
Vicious fights occur on the streets, in gambling shops, alley corners, and even in custom shops. From time to time, it is reported that members of a certain organization have died due to fights.
At first, some people would handle the funeral, but as vicious incidents escalated, the funeral was gradually banned by the City Lord’s Mansion, allowing only small-scale mourning for the victims themselves.
As for the places where the remains were piled up, they were some abandoned corpses near the town.
However, sorrow enveloped the entire town, and the disputes between the various organizations still did not stop.
Finally, when the chaos reaches a certain critical point, chaos will come.
Just as the owner who sold my snacks said before, don't worry about whether the potato chips are fried or whether the snacks are delicious, because in the face of chaos, no one can say whether you will be alive next second.
This is like a prophecy, but in fact it is the experience of the grocery store owner.
According to him, almost every time the chaos comes, it will cause at least one percent of the population to be reduced, and the most serious one will even cause the entire town's population to drop sharply by one-tenth.
"This is just a civil war." The boss spit out smoke, his fingers trembling with the cigarette, and took a deep breath. He said again: "It is said that there was an incident in which organizations from other towns invaded this town thousands of years ago. After that, the number of aboriginal people in the town did not exist, and the function of the entire town was almost destroyed."
"Hiss!" I took a breath: "So tragic?"
"This is just a routine operation. It is said that disputes of this level will happen every few thousand years, and the most terrifying one was the dragon war hundreds of millions of years ago. It was just a death in that war. There are no fewer than tens of millions of adventurers, and the number of adventurers who were persecuted or killed in subsequent years by that war is more than ten times more than the total number of adventurers who died directly in the war."
Raising my brows, I was surprised and said, "So many deaths?"
"Surprised." The grocery store owner chuckled lightly. The laughter was full of emotions, ranging from complexity to sorrow, to self-deprecating, and to admitting fate.
"I believe the families of the victims at that time must hate Tyrannosaurus King Bakar?"
I tried to ask a question.
"Hate?" The grocery store owner looked puzzled, and asked, "Why hate?"
"With so many people dead, isn't it enough to cause hatred?"
"How can we hate?" The boss asked puzzledly: "He is the God who gave us hope!"
"The God who gives you hope?" Three question marks popped up on my head: "You mean...the great will?"
"Great will, what is that?"
The grocery store owner looked dazed.
"...Let's continue your words, why is Tyrannosaurus King Bakar called by you as the who gives you hope."
"This question is very simple." The boss vomited a smoke ring, stared at the smoke ring, and slowly said: "Because Tyrannosaurus King Bakar let us know, even the apostles are also afraid of our power, as long as we are strong enough, enough Unity."
"So, this is the unity of Professor Tyrannosaurus Bakar?" Having said this, I subconsciously glanced out the window, and several people from different organizations on the street were still fighting.
"Many young people now have forgotten those glorious years full of hope." The boss meaningfully extinguished the cigarette butts and said slowly: "When they are successfully absorbed by a certain organization, that firm and unyielding will, A crack appeared, and when they became crazy because of the instructions from the organization, and even wielded weapons at strangers they didn't know at all, the firmness and indomitability disappeared completely."
"Perhaps just because their living environment is too cruel, they have to swing their swords at each other, all they want is survival."
"Devildom, there is never lack of cruelty." The grocery store owner seemed to be a hermit who had already seen all the vain in the world. He lit a new cigarette, and after vomiting the clouds, he enjoyed it: "It is said that since the birth of the Devildom It is an ominous planet. Wars, conspiracies, and persecutions are just like commonplace. All humans living here are responsible for their words and deeds, including those who are still fighting and killing adventurers from major organizations."
After all, he put the cigarette on the table, got up, and went to the kitchen. Not long after, the smell came out, the smell of potato chips!
A quarter of an hour later, the boss came out with a plate of hot potato chips that had just been fried and put it on the table.
Just for your instructions, I picked up a potato chip and carefully observed its appearance. The appearance of the potato chips made before is many times more beautiful.
Pinch the potato chips, put them in your mouth, and taste them carefully. Well, the taste is much better than before.
So he can make potato chips!
While reminiscing about the good taste of potato chips, the boss once again said: "You are not from the devil, right?"
"Ok?"
Stunned for a moment, I nodded cautiously.
"You don't need to be vigilant, I'm not malicious." The boss breathed out a smoke ring again and slowly said: "I was also an adventurer."
"Then why not do it?"
"Tired" he said with a low tone and a deep voice, "and it's not worth it."
"what?"
He raised his hand, pointed at the adventurer who was in the melee, and said in a deep voice: "You should know the real reason why these adventurers like the joker are constantly fighting?"
After hesitating, I nodded.
"That's right," the boss said: "I don't want to be used as a gun anymore, so I gave up being an adventurer and opened a small shop instead."
"But the small shop's business obviously doesn't make money for adventurers."
"So what?" The boss took a puff of cigarette and threw the cigarette in the ashtray. He picked up a potato chip and stuffed it into his mouth. He chewed gently. After chewing for a while, he slowly said : "As long as I can maintain my food and clothing, as long as I have a little money on hand, I will be content."
Hearing what he said, I suddenly remembered a question, so I curiously said: "Nowadays, the town is in chaos and there is danger at any time. Why don't you call your family back?"
"They are all dead." The boss smiled bitterly: "My wife is an adventurer and died in a counterattack. My son and daughter... were strangled to death by people from the Shaxiu faction."
"...You must hate the Haxiu faction now, right?"
"No, I hate not only the Shaxiu faction, but also the second promise, the Swirling Demon Society, the Oath-Guardian, Tara Kuta, the ancient library, the apostle, and this demon world."
"But isn't it the Kaixiu faction who killed your daughter and son?"
"Under the avalanche, which snowflake is innocent?"
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