After all, the time traveler sighed, crawled to Rolf's side, and said softly:

"Rolfe."

"Midela Rolfe."

Although his consciousness had gradually faded, at that moment, Rolf's pupils still instinctively focused.

who is it?

Who will remember me?

Such a useless person waiting to die?

Thales gently pulled out JC's dagger and slowly put it against Rolf's neck.

"I know you are in pain right now, enduring torture and suffering that ordinary people cannot imagine."

"And I can end your life and help you get rid of all this."

Rolf's breathing through his throat and supernatural powers suddenly became chaotic.

torture.

torment.

relief?

"But I must ask you seriously and cautiously, Medila Rolfe, are you willing to let me relieve you of your pain?"

"Blink your eyelids if you wish."

"If you don't want to-"

"I'm only asking this once."

Thales had a serious look on his face, waiting for Rolf's reaction.

In the darkness, Rolf stared intently at the blurry outline of the boy in front of him.

relief.

Rolf felt the severe pain from his throat to his knees. Every "breath" was tearing open the wound in his throat, and every struggle would pull the fracture in his knee.

He was thirsty, hungry, cold, in pain, and most terrible of all, despair.

He remembered the feeling of the wind blowing around him, the first time he used supernatural powers to kill someone, the first time he joined a gang, the first time he got a reward from the boss, the first time he became a man in the body of that thin girl, the first time

It is like going on a pilgrimage to see the magician of Qi.

He thought of the fearful eyes of his enemies, of the obedient eyes of his companions, of "her" expression of admiration, and of the upturned corners of his mouth with pride and satisfaction when he heard the whispers about the "Twelve Strongest".

That was the scenery of the past.

And he has lost it all forever.

Isn't it?

The next moment, Rolf's eyes were firm, and he tried his best to activate his greatly reduced power, and took a sudden breath into his half-disabled body.

Then, Sui Feng Ghost trembled and used all his strength to fight against the pain of rubbing the locks on both sides. He tried his best to raise his head and looked at Thales seriously.

He prepared to blink.

A blink is enough.

one time!

Then Thales saw that Rolf's upper and lower eyelids twitched, trembled, and slowly closed toward the middle.

Thales lamented in his heart and slowly squeezed the dagger in his hand.

But Rolf's eyelids just trembled and stopped at the midline of his eyes.

It's missing the last thread and it's not closed.

a long time.

a long time.

The ghost who once followed the wind flashed in front of his eyes a familiar or unfamiliar scene, desolate fields, dirty dirt roads, wild dogs everywhere, and flies everywhere.

That was when he was a child, struggling to survive in the countryside of the Camas Alliance.

That time, he and a group of wild dogs were fighting for a piece of black bread that was almost eaten by flies.

Those wild dogs are really vicious - in the dungeon, Rolf thought quietly.

They roared deafeningly, biting at all costs, with crazy intensity, but - Rolf subconsciously licked his upper teeth.

That bread tastes really bad.

In Thales's eyes, Rolf's face trembled and twisted.

His eyelids slowly relaxed and opened, returning to their previous angle.

"Boom!"

Rolf's head, which he had managed to hold up between the two clamps, suddenly fell back in frustration, and the back of his head hit the ground.

After all, he didn't blink his eyelids.

Thales exhaled silently and slowly put down the dagger in his hand.

But Rolf was completely unaware of the pain in the back of his head and the scratches on his cheeks.

His distorted face was seen, and his head began to shake slightly.

"Woo-wu--"

This isn't a moan.

Thales couldn't help but be stunned.

He saw Rolf closing his eyes in pain, his face trembling, and letting the transparent liquid keep slipping from his eyes.

"Woo-"

The voice was very depressed and sad.

He is crying.

Suifengzhigui, this once powerful and glorious supernatural being, man, and warrior.

He was actually crying.

I don’t know if it’s because of my own cowardice or the current pain.

Like an ordinary person, a normal person, even a little weak citizen.

As if overwhelmed.

Crying.

Thales could only watch blankly.

Seeing this man who could not speak or breathe normally, he fell to the ground and cried bitterly after giving up the chance of relief.

Thales turned his head away sadly, but the dagger in his hand was held tighter and tighter.

Nsola, Ned, Kellett.

The beggars who died in the sixth room and did not even have surnames appeared in front of him one by one.

He thought about his situation, and about Gilbert and Yodel.

The time traveler frowned and looked down at his hand again. The newly cut wound on it looked as familiar as the scalding heat on his body just now.

At that moment, something seemed to fall in his heart.

Thales leaned close to Rolf's ear for the second time.

"I see."

he said softly.

Rolf was still crying unbearably.

"Then, are you willing to break free from these shackles?"

Rolf's crying paused and did not stop, but gradually became smaller.

The little girl with a broken leg wailing appeared in front of Thales's eyes, and almost every child who had died in the abandoned house in the past four years appeared in his mind.

Screams and wails were heard outside the cell again.

This fucking world.

The time traveler didn't know what was in the dungeon, but the way he looked at Rolf became simpler and clearer.

Then, the time traveler looked seriously at the ghost that could no longer fly with the wind, and continued categorically:

"Break off this shackles, and then, with this broken body, continue to struggle in this world and survive."

"Let's see how cruel it can be."
To be continued...