Vol 3 Chapter 33: Kindness and death

>A sixteen-year-old child, bracing his body to move forward, stood in front of a group of once-shattering continent pinnacles, saying they would pay the price for arrogance.
Die?
But when the Sanctuary pattern on Murphy's left arm suddenly lit up, and he reached out to pull out the blade of a Lankinus holy gun in the scabbard, this group of people who previously mocked Murphy's uncontrollable Suddenly his face changed!
"Profane! This is profane! This cannot happen!"
The round table knight Vagland, who was holding the magic steel dagger, screamed and stepped out. He almost appeared in front of Murphy in a blink of an eye, striking directly on the holy gun that Murphy raised and blocked. !
"Keng!"
In the face of this most basic block action, it is reasonable to say that the round table knight’s terror blow is enough for Murphys to cut into pieces with his raised arms and his body-but the terrifying power With the brilliance of the Holy Gun suddenly blooming, it was completely blocked!
The golden gun body intercepted the Neapolitan magic steel dagger of the opponent's energy state, and Murphy's teeth were clenched. Obviously, it was equally uncomfortable. He clung his hands awkwardly and was stabbed by the real round table knight. , The gaze of staring stared at the holy gun in Murphys's hand, his expression hesitated for a moment, but he immediately made a thunderous three-shot combo!
Murphy only had time to block the first sword, and then was scratched the left arm of the gun with the second sword that followed, and then a sword pierced the right rib!
There is no counterattack at all.
The holy weapon is a holy weapon, but no matter how strong it is, it is still a weapon — more of all, whether his users are really powerful.
"Boom!"
A ruthless kick hit Murphy's chest.
Murphy flew out, and once again hit the unusually solid wall of the Holy Sepulchre!
The muffled sound echoed in this spherical room, but still did not give Cain any superfluous reaction.
Blood flowed out of the wound, and the unbelievable pain made Murphy unable to get up. The round table knight Vagram stepped towards Murphy, and the magic steel dagger in his hand skillfully rotated, bringing up the air. A strange wave of wavy waves.
In addition to the "discipline" trained by Murphys and the "crazy" practiced by Sarah, the knight route was also part of the "Paladin" department of the Holy See. "Judgment" and "Holy Light" were also included. Waglan was originally affiliated with the Vatican. The Holy See is directly under the "Crimson Cross" of the First Fanatic Knights, and he serves as the head of the group. His power obviously comes from the "light", but after being imprisoned by the scepter, this power became the darkness of the abandoning the light, the blade Where it was, there was a smoky cloud of black smoke, and at the moment there was a bitter cold.
He stood in front of Murphy, who was consciously in a semi-comatose state, and the magic steel dagger in his hand suddenly pointed to his soft neck.
"Fragile ants."
"Kind people will benefit from more kind people, and overbearing people will suffer from more overbearing people."
Varian raised his head, looked at the city of Sisrin not far behind, and whispered to Minos who followed him all the way.
"What is kindness? If I distribute half of my bread to him, would it be kind?"
Minos honestly followed the old man and bypassed the city of Sisrin. Originally thinking that he would face the horrible guy in Varian's mouth, the old man decided to go to Hegel's military camp first. Refugees who withdrew from the west of Wenley City are diverting along the road to other cities in Lampard.
At the moment, the young Minos pointed to an old man on the roadside who was unable to travel because of hunger.
Varian turned his head and looked around. The leader of the creed holding a cane said nothing. He stepped up to the beggar, squatted down, looked carefully at the dying old man, reached for his bag, and took The remaining six cakes were raised into the other party's clothes, and the water bag was opened, and the old man was fed with two sips of water, and then the remaining half of the water bag was tied to the other's waist.
After getting up, Varian continued to walk forward, and Minos trot to catch up with his grandpa in two steps: "That's all your food!"
"I give him half of the food, and I give him all the food. Which one do you say is kinder?"
Varian asked without looking back.
Minos replied without thinking: "Of course, give him all the food, kinder."
"Really?"
The old man asked back, turned his head, and pointed to his suitcase. "Am I really missing those foods?"
To be honest, the idea of ​​starving a powerful person beyond the i-level existence is unrealistic. Even if they cannot obtain food by themselves, even if they do not eat or drink for more than ten days, these existences beyond ordinary humans can still jump around. .
Minos hesitated. He seemed to understand something. He took a few more steps and walked to Varian. He continued: "Then I give alms to them, but also depends on the value of the alms to me. ?"
"No, as long as you help others, you can call it kindness, but what I want to tell you is whether you gave him five pastries, two pastries, or grabbed him and punched him. Tell him to live well, as long as you really want to make him live better, then you are kind."
Varian pointed to the front, where Hegel was in the direction of the army, and continued: "The height of our thinking determines the height we can finally reach. Some people seem strong, but they are actually fragile, and some people Unable to hold on to the long sword, he can do things that even the most powerful warrior cannot."
"Are you going to stop Hegel's war?"
Minos felt that what Varian was about to do was what the word "goodness" meant.
"Give you a multiple choice question. If you kill Hegel today, you can stop the death of three thousand people. Will you start?"
"Why not do it? I have such power in my hands, then I will do it."
"But his death may eventually lead to the death of more than 30,000 people in three years. I said so, would you still do it?"
Minos froze.
"In another way, kill him, kill 3,000 people, not kill him, and kill 30,000 people, which one do you choose?"
"I'm sure--" The young Minos opened his mouth, but suddenly froze.
What is the concept of three thousand people?
The total population of about five or six villages.
What about 30,000?
The minimum population standard for a core city.
Minos, who experienced all kinds of grinding and strength from a young age, suddenly discovered that when he faced this problem in his heart, he could not make a choice.
"Kindness, is it really that easy? When you have the right to change the fate of countless people, is it really easy to make a choice?"
Varian smiled and said nothing more. He threw the question of conscience and morality to the younger generation and continued to move forward.
Minos stood stunned for a moment, looking at Grandpa's back, wondering what to think.
Struggling on the edge of life and death, at least one hundred thrilling missions to lose one's life, hunting dragons in the deserted primitive jungle, swimming alive in the endless ocean, 16-year-old Minos has a life that most humans can't imagine Experience, even though he is still young, but his efforts are enough to let him have enough confidence and even conceited to face most problems.
But what about morality?
The Consanas family is one of the powerful families in the mainland. First of all, it is a noble with a thorough and long history. Therefore, all his members will reveal the arrogance of their blood and lineage left by their ancestors from the bones, and this The sense of responsibility brought about by the arrogance-values, outlook on life, world outlook, can be said to be far ahead of ignorant civilians and even most new nobles.
But what choices can this inheritance make him make?
Minos chose to continue to follow in the footsteps of his grandfather, to follow the footsteps of this elder, and to continue his long journey of learning.
In the distance, Hegel's army started new moves.
"Are you afraid of death?"
A long time ago, the old guy who lived in the hut on the edge of the town of Hook smoked a cigarette and asked Murphy in this way.
That year, Murphy was ten years old.
No bright clothes, a dirty leather vest and a few linen trousers that were about to decay, a rusty scimitar, and he gave it to Tang Jidi de for a while. There was a reply.
"How does it feel to die?"
In that year, the prey that died under Murphy's scimitar and traps were hares and squirrels. The biggest one was a wild boar that nearly killed him. He was injured and bleeds. Is he afraid of siege?
Fear, he is afraid of death.
But he didn't know how death felt-he only knew that death was painful, like the pain of a struggling hare struggling when his blood dripped.
For this question, Tang Ji Tuo De happily took down his cigarette, waved his hand to signal Murphys to keep up.
Corus Falls, a 300-meter drop, the deafening sound of Murphys suffocating when standing under the waterfall. He looked up at this miracle of nature with awe.
"Walk past ~EbookFREE.me~ under the waterfall!"
Murphy will never forget the expression of the round-table knight at that moment-he looked at himself as if he was no longer looking at a human but a piece of wood, his eyes were cold and numb, and his voice was unprecedented.
Walk under the waterfall? That is equivalent to being hit by countless rocks from a height of several hundred meters and hit him. What's the difference between it and death?
But Murphy nodded still-he knew what he had to face.
"Go experience death! Remember it! Then defeat it!"
Tang Ji Tuo de shouted behind him, Murphy stepped forward, facing the turbulent flow of a waterfall that was like a tsunami. He stepped on the rock above the water and stepped forward step by step.
The water vapor filled and wet the whole body, and the noise made Murphys have a strange illusion-as if the sound around him suddenly disappeared completely.
Experience death...
At ten years old, he closed his eyes gently and walked forward.