Chapter 418 Responsibility

I don’t have much of a good impression about Princess Aurora, especially when I think of the attachment and despair of the demonized bat boss before his death.

I thought I would become a good person, but unexpectedly, I became an accomplice.

It’s not that I want to pass the responsibility to anyone, it’s just that I hate this kind of behavior that despises other lives for the sake of my own life, especially after the demonized bat boss lost his life for this, they still don’t know how to be grateful or repent. .

This is the most heartbreaking for me, and at the same time, it is also the most shameful.

However, I remember that at that time, Mi Lulu was the only one who was willing to bend down to dig the soil with me and showed a sad expression, so I was able to talk to her.

"Why do you want to return to Airui City?" I asked puzzledly: "Especially, you were attacked here."

Mi Lulu opened her mouth and said nothing, but her eyes were a little erratic, as if she wanted to hide something.

I sighed, stood up, and said, "You should have a good rest, I'll go back first."

After that, he turned around and left.

And at this moment, Mi Lulu's weak voice came over again: "Wait, please wait."

I stood still but didn't turn around.

"Please help, please help."

Before she could finish speaking, I turned around, raised my hand, and said with a slight smile: "You have a good rest first, and if you have anything else, we can talk about it later, okay?"

This was the most tactful rejection I could express so far. Mi Lulu's face was full of sadness. She opened her mouth slightly, but could no longer make a sound.

I nodded and turned to leave.

After leaving the weapons shop and walking on the street, I frowned.

Mi Lulu can beg me with such an attitude. I think the person who needs to be saved is Princess Aurora. However, I don’t want to save, and I don’t need to save. It’s not my fault to waste my power for an outsider. Who knows, I will let her be saved. We had no choice but to leave our homes.

Yes, it’s impossible to commit. None of this is possible. There’s no need for me to listen to it, and there’s no need to do it!

Clenching my fists hard, I walked home quickly.

Phoenix and the others were sitting leisurely in the yard, listening to Taylor telling stories.

As we passed Tyler, he gave me a small nod, and I nodded back.

In a flash, it was late at night. I quietly walked out of the door and came to the yard. Tyler was lying on his recliner to rest. When he saw me coming out, he raised his hand and waved at me twice.

When I got to his side, I said, "Old man, is there something wrong?"

He tapped the armrest on the side of the recliner rhythmically. After a while, he slowly said: "Are you encountering something troublesome?"

I nodded.

"Is it convenient to talk to the old man?"

Then, I will explain everything about meeting Princess Aurora, killing the demonized bat boss, obtaining Salatika, discovering the corpse of the demonized bat boss’s lover, and so on.

After I finished speaking, Taylor nodded slightly and said, "I generally understand, but do you think this is the dwarf princess taking advantage of you?"

"Isn't it?" I asked.

He shook his head: "Of course not, all this is caused by your kindness. You can't see the people who need help are trapped. You want to help them, so you take the initiative to help them. You think you have done a lot of things." Very good and determined, but that's not the case. In their eyes, you are a good old man with a kind heart, so they will entrust you and borrow your power, but all of this is not taking advantage, because those You agreed to lend them the power."

"Did I agree?"

"Yes, you agreed." Taylor opened his eyes, stared at me, and said, "If you don't agree, even if they think about it again, will they borrow even a little bit of power from you?"

I fell silent. While he was telling the story, my mind kept replaying all the previous clips. Taylor was right. From the very beginning, when he accepted Lao Patch’s commission, met Mi Lulu, and talked with them We fought against the enemy together, killed the demonized bat boss, and obtained Salatica. All of this was done willingly. But why did I feel like I was being used? Where does that strong feeling of being used come from?

I couldn't help but blurt out: "Well, old man, why do I have such a strong feeling of being used? And why is that?"

Taylor sighed: "That's because you can't bear the guilt of your conscience."

"What does it mean?"

"In other words, you are shirking responsibilities and trying to hypnotize yourself in your heart, telling yourself that these responsibilities are all the dwarves' responsibility. They are the problems caused by them and have nothing to do with you. You are just a An innocent victim, a fool who was taken advantage of." Taylor's eyes were sharp and questioning: "That's what you think, right?"

"Can't take responsibility. Pass the responsibility to the dwarves. Is that really what I think? Is this true?"

I felt like I was wandering, and even my heart began to waver, as if a wall was slowly cracking, slowly breaking, and then slowly collapsing.

He sighed, turned back again, and looked at the sky: "Stop trying to shirk it. You have to shoulder the responsibility that's yours to bear, just like when I rescued you that time, you had that eagerness for survival in your eyes and your stubbornness. We must remember that shirk is just an excuse for the weak. Taking responsibility is the expression of the strong. Xiaoyi, you are a born strong person. Don’t let the acquired cowardice defeat you. Stand up bravely and be you. Do what you think you should do, do what you think is right, and do what you don’t regret!”

What should be done.

correct.

Leave no regrets.

These three sentences have always been lingering and echoing in my mind and heart. Suddenly, deep in my heart, a flash of brightness flashed through me. In an instant, I felt like I was being slapped.

"So... that's it." I felt my eyes become brighter. I turned to Taylor and said, "Yes, I understand. Then I'll go back and rest. There are still a lot of things to do tomorrow."

Taylor waved his hand and continued to doze off.

When I returned to the room, I felt surprisingly calm. For some reason, an indescribable force traveled through my left arm, first flowing through every finger and every nail, and then, in the palm of my hand. Spin, and then slowly move up, walking to the arm, and keep drawing circles, as if there is a watercolor pen scribbling on the wrist, and then the feeling is thrown into the mud and disappears into the sea.

And I, at some point, fell asleep.

Early the next morning, I got up out of bed as usual and looked at the clock hanging on the wall: 4:30

Ha, it’s a bit early, but why are you so energetic today?

I curled my lips, stood up, went to the bathroom, and habitually removed the waterproof bandage on my left arm. The moment I saw the graffiti on my left arm, I was stunned.

This. What is this?