"Fitties, they have been down for a day, and there is still no news. And the person in charge of the guard reported that there had been an obvious tremor underground Eaton''s face is not very good, half of which is due to her previous battle with the sea demon during the ebb tide, and the wound still seeps blood to this day. The other half was because she was worried about the warden''s action. She was against letting fitti bring only two young witches under the spire. In her opinion, the sorceress group could raise a more secure team.


    However, the people who listened to Eaton''s words did not agree with her concerns. In fact, as the leader of the sorceress group, the great witch has not revealed negative emotions for a long time, and this time is no exception. Holding a silver knife and fork, the old man slowly cuts a piece of steak. The cutting and forking are carved with flowers and plants with exquisite craftsmanship, showing its high price. After listening to the table mate''s words, the big witch laughed and put the small pieces of blood into her mouth. Her face was full of wrinkles and slight wriggling. Judging from her expression, she was very satisfied with the food in her mouth. For a long time, the food was swallowed. The old man took a sip of red wine and slowly opened his mouth, "have you heard the story of the God of death in Aesop?"


    Eaton was stunned. She didn''t expect the witch to ask this question. But the blue eyed witch had seen the story, and immediately replied, "are you talking about the old man who made fun of death? I think I remember, but what does it have to do with where we are now? "


    "It''s hard to tell if it''s true. I just came up with the story. You know, I''m too old to remember a lot of things, Eton. Can you tell me a little more about this story? " The great witch put down the tableware, wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, and lay back in the soft cushion.


    "Well, if you wish." Eaton''s expression was a little confused, but she said as the witch said, "there is an old man in Aesop. He is very old, so when death finds him one day, he is not surprised. The old man was calm when he saw the God of death. He recognized that the man who came to his house was the God of death and what he was here for. But he did not want to die, so he said to the God of death, "Mr. death, would you please do me a favor and satisfy the last wish of the dying man?" In view of his attitude, death agreed, and the old man''s wish was to eat a mouthful of fruit from the apple tree in front of the door, so death took the ladder up the tree to pick for him. But the crafty old man took away the ladder while death was picking the fruit and trapped him in the tree. The God of death was very angry. He asked the old man why he wanted to do this and whether he knew that it would make many people unable to die on time. The old man was sorry for death, but he really didn''t want to die. He said that as long as the God of death could give him a few days, he would take the ladder back. Death has no way but to promise, and God can''t lie. So death left angrily and reminded the old man that he would not be so polite next time. But when death went to the old man a few days later, he was fooled again


    "Well, I remember the following story." The big witch said with a smile, "the poor God of death has been played by the old man several times. He has to wait for the old man to finish all his wishes before finally taking him immediately. It''s an interesting story, much more comfortable than any other death story I know. "


    "I beg your pardon, but Sir, I still don''t understand what you mean." Eaton frowned. She didn''t believe that the witch just thought of a story casually, and the story was just an anecdote told by sailors. The image of death did not have the ability of a God.


    The great witch heard the ups and downs in Eaton''s voice and shook her head gently. She said, "this story, in fact, is not so important. The important thing is, death, this God. Or, being. My dear Eaton, have you never been curious? Is death really there, and how does he know who should die when and where? "


    "I..." The blue eyed witch hesitated for a moment. She did experience many deaths and even made some of them herself. But Eaton did not really think that while she was witnessing death, there was another pair of eyes that she could not see watching the transformation of life and death.


    "You''re thinking, that''s good, but don''t rush to get the answer. Because it doesn''t matter whether death exists or not. What really matters is why we think there is a god of death in this world. " The great witch tapped the armrest with her fingers and closed her eyes. "The image of the God of death seems to appear in legends and stories of various regions and races, which is not difficult to understand. As one of the most mysterious things in the world, death should have a God''s residence to be responsible for. But why did he become like that in the story? Why does the God of death have to go to the door to reap the life of the dying? Oh, of course, in some myths, it''s not death himself who comes to the door, but something under him, but that means the same thing


    "It''s because we never feel that death is because of ourselves. In our subconscious mind, we don''t think we''re going to die. When we make plans, plan for tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, or even longer, we always think we can live to that time. All of a sudden, it''s like a robber who comes from the door and steals away from us "The witch said and curled her mouth, fingers stopped tapping," this is wrong. "She looked at Eton, her eyes deep like the starrless night sky. "Death is not an alien thing, never. Death occurs only because our bodies can no longer sustain our lives, so we stop moving. This is death. So if there is a god of death, he will never care about who has died according to the expected life. He must be the most leisurely of all gods, for all he has to do is watch and wait, and the creatures in the world will change naturally


    "What you say reminds me of something else, sir. I don''t know if they''re the same, but if you''re right about death, then... "


    "So it''s no different from the sea monster''s mouth, is it?" The great witch followed Eton''s words and licked her lips. She took another sip of red wine to moisten her throat. Maybe it''s because I''ve been here too long, and the way I see the world is similar to those fishmen. However, I think that if there is a god of death in the world, the end result is the most possible way of existence. That''s why I agreed to let Karen lead the team underground. Because as long as she organizes the team, the boy with the strength of home will follow. There is no better arrangement for death''s waiters to deal with things that repeatedly repeat life and death and let them sleep forever. Are you right? "


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