Chapter 251 The Gentle God

Standing next to this stove and chatting, after all, it looks outrageous.

Graysmith led Annan and his party to the top floor again.

As he walked, he explained softly: "The 'Trissino' who was defeated by you before will disappear like a bubble, not because he died in any strange place... but in Trissino's After the existence was disintegrated by you, it returned to me.

"So, in fact, even if we ignore the problem of the gray element being affected... I can come over after a while after I get all his memories."

Graysmith replied: "That's why I can get to know his students, know how he gets along with them, and know the name of the teacher inside the gray tower..."

As he spoke, he took Annan up to the top floor.

As soon as you come out of the elevator, you can see the ground that was blown up.

As the gray craftsman reached out and tapped the wall lightly.

The fine gray lines are like countless fine hexagonal honeycombs, spreading out from where he struck, covering the entire bombed-out empty ground in the blink of an eye.

Then, these gray parts were filled with color in an instant, or in other words, it was like the texture pack was suddenly "refreshed" when a very stuck machine loaded the game.

That's no ordinary "create the ground" fill.

And it seems that the ground here has never been bombed, and it has been restored to the same extent as before.

Graysmith calmly walked across the newly created ground, towards the place where Niusel was bound before.

He packed up and found a book.

The gray craftsman heaved a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, it is not damaged."

Afterwards, he handed the book to Annan: "I think you should need it."

Annan took the book and asked softly, "This is..."

"Knowledge about transplanting holy bones."

While talking, the gray craftsman carefully picked up the scattered book pages, sorted them, and inserted them back into the nearby bookshelf.

He also explained: "If you want to lock the body with the pages of the book] to lock the saint for so long, ordinary knowledge will not work at all.

"The books here are all written by Trissino himself. Strictly speaking, part of the knowledge he took away from me was written into books..."

The gray craftsman said, and glanced at Niussel with a smile: "Perhaps you will be blessed by misfortune.

"Through this method, you can directly obtain these difficult-to-learn mysterious knowledge. Although the process may be a bit painful, after you digest all the mysterious knowledge forcefully poured into your brain, you will probably be able to become the same as your little girlfriend. A powerful ritual master."

Hearing this, Nefertari blushed a little and looked away...but he didn't deny it at all.

"However," Graysmith said, his expression became serious, "Although Trissino and I are two people, I still have to apologize for the harm he caused you."

"Speaking of this," Annan was a little puzzled, "Actually, I'm a little confused. Why... would you want to separate and hate?"

He still hid half a sentence, but Annan felt that the gray craftsman should be able to understand.

That is……

Why is the hatred in the gray craftsman so strong and extreme?

According to what Annan and the others knew about Graysmith, this melancholy and gentle young man was indeed a genuine good god. Although his apostles are often called to assassinate some people... Graysmith and his disciples have been working to help those who have fallen into despair for various reasons.

A considerable number of people saved by Graysmith's followers are villains and fools. They were either hunted to the limit, ready to jump over the wall to attack innocent people or commit suicide in fear of crime; or they were deceived because of greed and other reasons, and lost all their belongings.

For these people, the Graysmith Church may not be so friendly because they will use magic to directly suck away their desperate memories.

They save the hopeless without distinction of good and evil,

But after the rescue, they will choose different disposal methods according to the characteristics of the target.

Give new life to the good, bring the wicked to justice, and make the foolish responsible for their actions. The philosophy of Graysmith Church is, "One cannot act radically out of desperation."

Or, "Desperation is not a reason for them to take their own lives, or those of others."

This concept is indeed respectable, but not everyone will like it. It's true that many people think that graysmith followers are somewhat nosy in preventing others from committing suicide... but they don't actually prevent everyone from committing suicide.

They only prevent "impulse suicide" or "impulse homicide".

In order not to let the "jujube cake memory" in a moment produce more "jujube cake memories", so as to break the cycle of despair...

If a person clearly considers all the possibilities, and handles his own affairs well, he can convince the believers who come while maintaining reason. Then the believer will not continue to prevent him from going to death with his own intellect.

These priests are as hardworking as the staff of a suicide intervention hotline.

Not only is it often misunderstood by others, and it bears the unreasonable or even offensive words of others, but also the confession itself is a kind of spiritual attack. While the priests listened, it was also the process in which their hearts were gradually polluted by the negative energy of the speaker.

After all, they are also mortals, but they are stronger and purify themselves faster than ordinary people.

A god with such gentle believers...why would there be such strong hatred?

"Part of it was the bloody battle. Then came the Wizarding Wars."

The gray craftsman said softly: "The two successive wars have filled the world with despair. War, death, famine, betrayal, massacre, screams, fear...

"Such intense despair is itself a curse. The children in my family are all mortals, how can they bear this degree of curse?

"So, I crossed over them, used my authority to set up a large barrier, and absorbed all the despair and hatred of the entire world into myself. I have been doing this since the end of the bloody battle... All the way to the decade after the end of the Wizarding Wars.

"This is also the reason why people can resume construction so quickly after two consecutive world-scale wars..."

As he said that, the gray craftsman smiled helplessly: "But I still overestimated myself. The resentment, hatred, and despair of bearing the whole world for more than a hundred years still made me gradually lose control.

"But what really made me lose control in the end... was at the end of the Wizarding Wars, that is, more than a hundred years ago."

The gray craftsman said softly: "At that time, there was a young man...he had good talents. After the baptism of the wizard war, he realized the evil of war and the great evil hidden in people's hearts. He wanted to get justice. Heart, become the new saint of justice... and use this as a springboard to become the god of justice.

"But he failed.

"Seeing him falling in the sky with his whole body burning with flames... At that moment, I thought of Sisyphus. I also thought of the Sky Chariot."

The gray craftsman said softly: "She is regarded as my mother by me. When I was still young, I was brought up by Tianche Yushou.

"I can't get over the image of her gone and Sisyphus falling from the sky. Maybe I'll never forget it... maybe I shouldn't either.

"It was at that moment that I felt a strong sense of boredom with this world. I had an extremely strong hatred for 'fate' itself. In order not to let myself fall and continue to bear the evil thoughts of this world, I could only carry out Cutting myself, isolating and banishing this part of my hate that I can't bear for now.

"Because as long as he dies, he will return to me. So no matter how mischievous he is, everyone just turns a blind eye...and I feel compassion.

"I think, after all, this is a life separated from me and gained free will. This is probably what my mother... or my father thought. When I looked at him, I thought of me at that time. I watched him grow up day by day with my own eyes. , From a boy to a youth, from a youth to a man, his abilities become stronger day by day, and finally bury himself in the mark of time.

"At that moment, I realized very clearly that he wanted to kill me. But even so, I was reluctant to end his life with my own hands."

The gray craftsman sighed a little melancholy: "I'm probably such an ineffective and sentimental guy.

"But fortunately...you are finally back. I also have the courage to fight against the despair accumulated a hundred years ago."

Gray Carpenter looked at Annan, and his voice was full of tranquility: "After all, the Tianche is back.

"everything will get better."