"There''s something else I want to know before I make a decision." Marcus seems to have made his own decision when Atwood and Glen have moved from stone turned Atticus to recent weather and vegetation. He looked at them and said.


    The two beings on the tree and under the tree turned their eyes to the mushroom man. Although they did not speak, they made a listening gesture. Thus, the king''s hand tried to keep calm. He was afraid that what he said would irritate the two men and make him unable to return to reality from here, or even die directly. "Well, I want to know if, I mean if, it''s just a hypothesis," he said, taking a deep breath. "Well, if, I choose to accept the power of the devil. Will you really help me? Or, in fact, there was no such option in the beginning. "


    Silence, make people nervous to suffocate. Marcus knows the world''s attitude towards demons and demons, and that they are not really good things. But he could not, as ARTWOOD had said before, even if he could give up the devil''s wisdom with great self-control, but the situation of the grey lion now does not allow him to do so. The king is dead, but sitter is no less important to Marcus than he is to Lothar. The monarch who brought himself up to trust and guide him is a benefactor that he can''t repay. For him and for the name of hern, Marcus can''t be out at this time. He has to stick to it.


    "Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. Marcus didn''t understand what was ridiculous about it.


    After a long time, the laughter finally calmed down. The green stick took the lead to climb up from the ground. He was leaning on his cane and covering his neck with one hand. It seemed that he might fall again at any time. "Ha ha, I didn''t expect you were afraid of this. In fact, it''s totally unnecessary for you. You don''t have to worry about our attitude towards this matter. "


    "What? You don''t care, but... " Once again, the king''s hand was confused. Listening to the old elves, they didn''t care about their choice.


    "That''s the truth, man." King Cui''s voice calmed down. He jumped to the lower treetop and said in a voice that could not tell the gender, "maybe you think the existence of a devil is a very important thing. It''s about your country and everything you know, and the devil has the power to mess them up like a pond. But for us, it doesn''t matter. Whether the devil is alive or dead, whatever your choice, the pond or the pond, that''s enough. Even if the water in this pool is stirred up again, it will return to the day of tranquility, sooner or later. "


    Marcus opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he didn''t say anything after all. He understood that he couldn''t understand the idea of Glen''s existence, just as he couldn''t figure out what Atwood meant by bringing himself here. "Well, in that case, my next question is meaningless. When can we start? What do I need to prepare for? "


    "Don''t be so impatient, Marcus." Different from King Cui, green stick seems to want to persuade this human. He smoothed the hair on his chest and pulled out a bunch of raspberries from it. "I can understand your choice. But don''t forget that strength and wisdom are not the only sources in this world. I''ve been commissioned to treat you, and I''ll do the same. But I don''t want you to regret your whole life because of your rash decision. Your life is still very young, there is no need to rush to decide your own path. "


    You may say, sir, that I do not need wisdom. After all, I don''t reject simple life. To be honest, the more I go up in the Kingdom, the more ugly I see. No country is absolutely just, right? It''s like no one is absolutely right, unless he''s a fool who doesn''t want to think. " Marcus stopped talking about it. He thought of a fool''s name. He didn''t know if the guy was still alive when he rushed to Xigu city with cheese.


    "Of course I can go away, be a farmer or a small businessman. Those so-called reputation, family, status, I can not. But I''m gone. What about the others? What about the guys my age who sleep in the camp with their weapons on their heads? I''m not a God, I can''t help them to the end, but I understand the value of human life better than those who only have interests in mind


    Green stick, smile. This time he wasn''t laughing, just a slight movement in his facial hair, and a slight change in the way he looked at Marcus. "Perhaps the devil''s wisdom conceals the more precious quality in your soul. This makes me even more sad. You choose to sacrifice for others, but the way you choose will make you lose humanity gradually, and finally become an existence that only knows how to obtain benefits. The way you choose will make you the most despised person you have now. "


    "If I run away now, I will immediately feel bad about myself." The king''s hand said firmly, just like when the rat attacked the city, he resolutely boarded the city wall to fight.


    Atwood sighed and turned to the man in the treetop. "What do you think, sire?"


    "Has he not made up his mind? Why do you ask me again The king said softly, but his tone did not show his attitude towards Marcus''s decision.The old elf nodded and turned to look at the man. He pulled off one of the raspberries and threw it into his mouth. Then he threw another high up to the crown and gave it to King Cui. Finally, Atwood put the rest of the raspberries in his hand and took them all to Marcus. "If you make up your mind, eat them. When you wake up, it''s all done. "


    The king''s hand took the small fruits with the hands of mycelium, and their red color was very attractive. Marcus was sure that the ladies of the nobility would be happy to treat them as refreshments after a tea party or dinner. But now, they are more like potions of unknown effect to him, and there is no doubt what will happen after eating them. Hesitation did not last long, the mushroom man looked up and swallowed all the berries in his hand. He didn''t even have time to taste the fruit, and the deep darkness enveloped him again.


    Looking at Marcus, who had fallen straight to the ground, the green stick went over, pulled up the former''s feet, and dragged him to the middle of the forest. King Cui followed him on the top of the tree, and neither of them said anything more. By the time they reached the clearing in the woods, a building that looked like a nest of some giant bird had been waiting there for a long time. Atwood threw the mushroom man''s body into it without any effort. Then he reached out and pressed his finger against the protruding branch. His skin was punctured and dark red blood flowed down the wound to his hair. The old elves used the blood stained hair as a pen to write a large number of lines on the ground. Most of these lines were like whirlpools and connected to each other like knots.


    When the spirit finished all this, he stood up and looked in the direction of King Cui, "he can''t come here again, can he?"


    "Of course, tainted with the power of the devil, he will be permanently shut out of here."


    The green stick nodded, and with a stroke in the air, the top of the wooden stick began to catch fire. Then he lit the building with the fire. In the crackling sound of the flame, he said a light sentence,


    "it''s a pity."


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