Black Sword twitched the corner of his mouth, shook his head, took steps that were vain after being injured, and turned around to leave.

Nicolai stared at him blankly.

Staring at the man's leaving figure.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Nicolai's eyebrows twitched, as if he was hesitating.

Until the figure of Black Sword disappeared behind the corner wall.

After an unknown amount of time, the meteorite man sighed.

"Okay." He snorted lightly as if he had made up his mind.

The footsteps behind the wall stopped.

"The death of Horace Bright Star," he said calmly, "in return, if you really want to know..."

There was no sound from behind the wall..

I saw Nicolai slowly slipping against the wall, his eyes lowered, and his gaze drifted back to the past.

"That night, that battle..."

Nicolai murmured: "Horace, that cold butcher is wearing his black armor, and together with his bodyguards, he is covered in wounds and broken armor..."

"It was a real bloody battle and everyone went crazy."

Nicolai's eyes were wandering and he was already looking at another place that was not in front of him.

That rocky pass.

He said in a calm tone: "Tylende, Jules, Tuleha, and the people beyond the stars... Each of us has forgotten everything in the sword and blood, and feels nothing but killing and death. I feel

The blood in my veins is boiling."

"Tulha left injured, we roared loudly, Jules was at a disadvantage, but laughed loudly, Tyrunde died in the battle, we became even crazier... That was the final battle, so the Star People were the same.

…”

"The living people bleed and fall down one by one, and the dead are carried away one by one..."

Nicolai lowered his eyes: "Everyone is crazy, you know the battlefield."

He chuckled incomprehensibly, his emotions unclear and his intentions unclear.

There was still silence behind the wall.

Just like Nicolai talking to himself.

But the meteorite man knew that there were naturally people listening to his story.

"But Horace is different." Nicolai raised his head again. He changed the subject and a subtle change appeared on his face: "When all of us were as crazy as beasts, he had no expression at all, just like

He doesn't care at all about the battle in front of him."

Nicolai lowered his head and said softly:

"He died peacefully."

The voice fell.

A second later, a low but scattered breathing sound came from behind the wall.

"Peace?" Heijian's voice came tremblingly.

Nicolai nodded and sneered, whether it was irony or helplessness: "When he fell into my arms... his expression was like he was finally free."

The black sword behind the wall did not speak, and his breathing gradually disappeared.

Nicolai lowered his head and sighed: "The few blows that killed Horace were not pleasant."

"Because it didn't feel like fighting at all."

There was still no movement behind the wall.

But Nicolai was still talking, with a cold expression and a sad smile.

"That feeling... it's like he's seeking relief," Nicolai said silently, with a desolate voice: "Have you ever seen someone on the battlefield who was seriously injured but couldn't die for a while?

…”

"It's that feeling... those eyes looking for relief..."

The sound of fingers rubbing against the sword hilt was heard from behind the wall.

Although it was very small, Nicolai heard it.

The breathing became louder again.

"Relief?" Heijian's voice came, his voice trembled slightly, and his words seemed a little difficult:

"Why?"

The meteorite sighed: "I don't know."

"And I don't want to know," Nicolai shook his head, his eyes dazed: "I guess, before death, people will have this or that thought that they don't usually have, right? The prince is no exception?"

Maybe.

Especially the prince.

Thinking of King Nun and Prince Suril, Nikolai's eyes darkened.

He took a deep breath and cheered up.

The breath behind the wall disappeared again.

And Nicolai's eyes drifted into the distance, and he only heard him chuckle in a daze, and the sarcasm in his words was extremely strong: "Meteor... Meteor... Haha, haha..."

Under the eaves, the two men on both sides of the corner remained motionless and speechless.

A long time passed.

"Thank you." Black Sword's voice came from the other side of the wall.

Nicolai came back to his senses, shook his head and snorted: "It's just in return for saving me, there's nothing you need to thank me for..."

But he was interrupted.

"No, this is not for me," the man behind the wall said calmly:

"For Horace."

Nicolai was slightly startled.

Why?

He really wanted to ask this.

But after a few seconds, Nicolai still closed his mouth. He understood something and nodded as if he had some understanding.

There was no sound behind the wall.

The Fallen Starman leaned against the wall behind him, his eyes silent: "Okay."

"Good luck to you," Nicolai whispered, "The man with the black sword."

On the other side of the wall, Black Sword did not answer.

This lonely-looking man raised his head and took a deep look at the northern sky.
Chapter completed!