The air in the old elf's apartment also stopped. As the lightning passed, the wind blew in from the gap of the closed window, causing the candle's fire to continue to flicker.

　　 The old elf was full of stunned faces, while Old Man Ryansam had a frustrated and helpless face, and he was ashamed to look at his friend's face.

"Yes, I did use my friends thirty years ago. In order to relieve the curse that bothered me, I didn't tell the truth to them from the beginning...The subject of the curse was to bring me close to eternal life, and The price is that I will be lonely forever, anyone close to me will suffer misfortune, and anyone who loves me and my love will suffer disaster, even if that love is just not said in the bottom of my heart..."

　　 He sighed long, as if to spit out a long story. It is difficult for Jenkins and the old elves to imagine how thrilling and sad stories he has experienced for thousands of years. This should be regarded as the most severe punishment that a mortal can withstand.

"I will be a generation of foreigners, I do not belong to the advancing era, I do not belong to any city, I do not belong to any organization, any group, any family... I will bear Walking forward alone, until I die two epochs later, the curse of the gods on the family will truly end. I know that my cursed uncle and aunt are also wandering in the world like me, I hope they will be well, I knew their location for a while, that was probably the beginning of this era, but I didn't dare to meet them.

　　 The old man lowered his head and looked to the ground, so neither Jenkins nor the old elf could see his complicated expression at this time.

"So you succeeded? Thirty years ago, you told me that you did not find the ability of [Foreigners], and all your friends except you suffered misfortunes during the expedition, even the female fortuneteller who provided information , Because of the backlash of fate, I had to leave Nolan to recuperate...You won't tell me, these are lies too?"

　　 the old elf suddenly asked.

　　 "Only part of it is a lie..."

　　 "Flowers~"

　　 Elf **, continue to listen to the story with Jenkins.

"Everyone really died, but it was not because of an accident, but because we really gained something. Greed has made us lose our nature, and the fight against each other has stained every piece of the underground tombs. These thirty-odd Over the years, I have often dreamed of them, dreamed of the fight that lasted all night, dreamed of those friends who were chopped up by me..."

　　 Jenkins's mouth twitched uncontrollably, and he looked at the old elf, who was trying to suppress his angry expression.

　　 Although Ryan Sam Carmel is a victim of family desires, he is a poor man who bears a curse. But he has been distorted. What happened thirty years ago was not a mere expedition. In order to get clues from [Strangers], Ryan Sam killed everyone and wounded Miss Bronie Ance who was unsuspecting.

　　He is not innocent.

Chapter 1155 Chapter One 136

"The long life has distorted the soul of Ryan Sam Carmel, and the souls of short-born humans are not adapted to the erosion of the long years. Only by improving the quality of the soul can obtain longevity, such as raising the level of the benefactor or obtaining the gift of the gods. , Is the legal means of longevity..."

　　 Jenkins thought about it in his heart, thinking about Carmel’s story, and at the same time remembering the conversation with Mr. Augustus about the death of mortals. And the story of the old man Ryan Sam continues:

"I used some means to become the final winner. After all, in order to get rid of the curse, I swear I can do anything. Even if everyone knows that the probability of finding the target is small before everyone leaves, I still put some trigger-type black powder along the road. In the end, the tomb collapsed and the few people who were behind me were buried alive...After leaving the tomb, I was worried that the female fortune-teller for us might leak the wind, so I wanted to kill her. But she was too strong and too cautious. Even if I relied on the immortality and the tricks I obtained for thousands of years, I finally let her escape... But she was at least forced to forget my face, otherwise I cannot stay in Nolan."

　　 The distortion of this person is higher than Jenkins thought, but it also explains the source of the ring that Miss Yindi picked up in the abandoned tomb.

　　 "So what did you find? Did you really find a way to obtain the savior's emblem [Strangers]?"

"Yes it is."

　　 The old man Ryansam nodded heavily. Although Jenkins had seen this from his fate, his heart could not be restrained from beating faster.

"We found a book, a fairy tale book. In that book, the story of every [foreigner] is recorded in a childish tone. There is definitely nothing wrong with it. The book contains the information we want. ."

　　 "Ryan Sam, tell me the truth, so you now..."

"No, I didn't get that qualification. I have held that book for 30 years. I tried all the methods in those fairy tales, and even asked the devil at the cost of blood sacrifice, but I didn't succeed. I found out by accident half a year ago. A fairy tale book called "Stories of Foreign Landlords", I realized at the time that maybe I am not the one waiting for that book at all. Fate has never looked after me, never has."

　　 After saying this, he actually put his hand directly into his clothes, and then strenuously took out a book with crumpled pages and yellowed pages.

The cover of the 　　 book is a hand-painted pattern, and a lone figure stands alone in the heavy snow in the sky. It's just that because it is a child's stick figure, it doesn't look so bleak.

　　 "Jenkins Williams."

　　 The old man looked at Jenkins, his eyes flashed with emotions that Jenkins couldn’t understand:

　　 "Come and see what is hidden in it."

　　 "No, Jenkins, don't touch it."

　　 The old elf stopped immediately, and then shouted loudly:

"Ryansam, put away your methods! Don't you think I can't see it? Your vicious curse is attached to this. Anyone who reads this book and gains knowledge will be forced to say it for himself. The thing that arrived and died suddenly! Did you forget? This is the curse you got from me fifty years ago. This is one of the basic defense methods of the Elf Library. How dare you... .."

　　 The old man's face flushed with elves, but when his hand tried to put his hand on the old man's shoulder, the latter turned into a string of bubbles and disappeared.

　　 "Be careful, this is his unique ability, as long as the air flows, he can appear in any position within 30 seconds!"

　　 said the old elf, and scolded the short wooden stick that was leaning on the corner of the coffee table. With a flick of his hand, the wooden stick stretched out of thin air, and finally turned into a simple longbow wrapped in green leaves.

　　 When this bow appeared, the originally cold and dim interior gave Jenkins an illusion of spring.

"Ryan Sam, I know what you want to do. Even if Jenkins really understands this book, he can't tell you anything. Even if you get [Foreigner], you never want to get rid of the curse. Oh, Are you really crazy, wake up!"

　　 He flicked the bowstring without an arrow. With the trembling of the sound of running water, a green arrow appeared out of thin air, and then flew directly to the southwest corner of the ceiling in a circle.

With a weird sound, the figure of the old man lying on the ceiling like a spider in the corner flashed, and then immediately disappeared.

"Williamt, since fate may have chosen you, then you must also meet the standards of [foreigners]. This is the rule of the savior's emblem. I know this very well. But I have learned about it through multiple channels in the past six months. You, what exactly do you fit [foreigner]?"

　　 Lane Sam's voice came from all corners of the room, and the old elf's arrow with automatic tracking function could not find his trace.

　　 "Am I [a foreigner]?"

　　 Jenkins lowered his eyes, the cat yelled worriedly, and then stretched out the cat's paw to point towards the door, and the green arrows flying around immediately flew towards the target.

　　 billowing black smoke came out from the door, and a weird and distorted figure appeared out of thin air in the black smoke.

　　 "Damn it, this is my house, what do you want to summon?"

The old elf Siam Nuod cursed, put his hand into his pocket and threw the enamel bottle with the liquid toward the door, as the light blue liquid flowed out and turned the ground into a mirror, a white and tender right hand with a vine-like bracelet Stretching out from the mirror, following the ballad of Elvish, the black mist and hands disappeared at the same time.

　　 Although the elves do not have the ability to grow with age like dragons, the long lifespan will always make the long-lived species possess extraordinary knowledge and power. Compared to Siam Nord, an old elf who grew up outside the material world, Ryan Sam, who has been cursed by God for his entire life and wandered in the material world, is obviously no match.

　　 "Jenkins Williams, are you really a foreigner? Why does fate choose you alone? Have you experienced the loneliness of being in a busy city but being isolated by everyone?"

　　 The old man's voice sounded behind Jenkins, but without Jenkins' action, the old elf's wooden coffee table directly turned into a small tree to block his attack.

"Jenkins Williams, are you really a stranger? Why does destiny want to spoil you? Have you experienced the pain of the kind of lover who is right in front of you, but dare not promise her, dare not stay with her for a lifetime? ?"

　　 Lane Sam’s voice came from all directions, Jenkins had a gloomy face, even the cat didn’t know what he was thinking at the moment.

Chapter 1156 Chapter One 137th Jenkins' Proposal

　　 I don't know who extinguished the erected candle. In the darkness, the old elf's roar became louder and louder. When the light appeared again, the angry elf was holding a bow, squatting on the bookcase with the best view in the room, looking like a leopard hunting.

"Jenkins Williams, are you really a foreigner? Why does destiny only give you a chance? Do you experience the sadness that you don't dare to make friends, you don't want to socialize, and you live a normal life, but seem to be isolated from the entire era? "

　　 Old Man Lin Sam’s words were full of despair and resentment, but every time he was uttered, the hunting elves could accurately capture his position.

　　Siam Nord wanted to be a good archer in the elves when he was young, and now with that wonderful bow, there is no reason why Ryansam would hurt Jenkins in the cramped living room.

　　 "Why are these all? Jenkins Williams, why was you selected? Is it just because your middle name is [Redampute]?"

　　 There was a sound of wind behind his head. Jenkins slightly turned his head, and then kicked it in a reversal direction. The old man was kicked out like a cannonball and directly smashed the wooden cabinet on the opposite wall.

　　 "I was selected not because my middle name is [Redampute], but because I can save the world, so my middle name is [Redampute]."

　　 Jenkins said so, standing in the middle of the living room watching the old man trying to get up. Even after being kicked by Jenkins with all his strength, the old man did not see any changes.

　　The curse of the gods is both a curse and a gift. The price of loneliness is longevity, and the price of longevity is loneliness.

"Have I ever experienced the sorrow of being cut off from the entire age? Yes, I have experienced it, I have experienced this feeling more than anyone else. I shouldn't belong to this **** age at all, I don't belong to this **** one more than you era."

　　 While speaking in a low voice, he walked quickly to the old man and pressed him directly against the wall with a heavy punch.

　　 "Have I ever experienced the pain of not daring to promise my lover? Yes, I have experienced it, and have experienced it more than once. You **** thing, you dare to ask me such a question."

　　 Jenkins used ugly words that were rare, and he was not angry with other questions, but this question made him very angry.

　　 The old elf still shrank on the bookcase, pulling his longbow to point at his old friend's throat. Jenkins reached out and pinched the throat of the old man who was struggling to breathe because of a heavy blow to his lungs, and then lifted him up with just one hand.

　　 "Have I ever experienced loneliness?"

He took a deep breath of pressure, but inevitably he thought of all his experiences during the six months he came into this world, thought of his cat, thought of his family, thought of those beautiful girls, and thought of his father. .....

　　 "You have to think that you are the loneliest person in the world, damn, do you really think that you are unlucky like this? You at least still have your own..."

　　 He didn't say the word [world], but raised the old man harder. The latter made a "Uh~uh~" sound from his throat, his face immediately turned pale, and immediately began to turn blue.

　　 It's not that he didn't resist, but even though he tried hard to pull the palm of Jenkins's throat, he couldn't get rid of it.

　　 Jenkins thinks he is a person who can manage emotions, but the three questions just now really angered him. He lost everything in the past for no reason, came to this strange and backward world, and was forced to interact with a group of people who didn’t understand society at all, and whose ethics and morals were in serious contradiction with him. The sewer system was extremely backward in city life, but he never complained about it, but accepted his fate and carried the name Jenkins Williams on his back.

Even now he has his own cat, his own house, his own teacher, his own career and love, but his reluctant memory always reminds him that this is not his hometown, and that deep-rooted way of thinking always makes him Feel that I don't fit in here.

　　Even if he tries to integrate into the identity of Jenkins Williams, he always understands who he is. He couldn't completely abandon the memory of the past twenty years, deceiving himself and pretending that it was just a dream.

　　 And now, the person in front of you dare to ask him that kind of question.

　　 "Do you think you are innocent, don't you? In this world, who is innocent?"

　　 Jenkins thought he was the most innocent one compared to the old man in front of him. Ryan Sam became a "alien" because of his family, at least, and Jenkins became a "alien", there is really nowhere to find the reason.

　　 While he was talking, he slightly let go of the right hand that was holding his throat, so that the old man had a chance to breathe and speak.

　　 "You don't understand anything at all!"

　　 Seizing the opportunity to speak, Ryan Sam Carmel roared in a hoarse voice. Jenkins' hands could feel the organs in his neck vibrating. The old man's eyes were bloodshot, and his face looked like he was about to eat Jenkins.

"You don’t understand anything at all. A person like you who is chosen by fate will never understand the thoughts of those of us who can’t ask for it. Do you know that those things that are at your fingertips are the pursuit of my life. Is my last salvation."

　　 His throat vibrated at a regular frequency. After Jenkins noticed this, he realized that his right hand was actually turning silvery white. He felt more and more unable to control that hand, as if someone had stuffed a silver nugget into his flesh and blood.

　　 "Huh~"

　　 With a cold snort, the spirit of life quickly poured into his right arm.

　　 "Every one of us pursues differently, and I don't want to talk nonsense with you. Since the stranger did not choose you, then it makes sense. I have no intention of changing your thoughts, but I think I have a way to end your curse.

Since the Kamel family tried to summon the power of blood to spread the entire family at the cost of [sacrifice], it eventually provokes divine punishment; therefore, if you want to end this long curse, let the soul of the family rest in peace, let you If you can step into the eternal death, then you must also end with [sacrifice]. "

　　 "What to sacrifice? I have nothing. Except for the vigilant Siam Nord, other friends were sacrificed by me thirty years ago."

　　 Lane Sam asked while struggling, if ordinary people were picked up by Jenkins' throat like this, they would have suffocated and died.

Chapter 1157 Chapter One 138 The Doomed Sacrifice

　　 "Despicable stranger."

　　 Hearing that Ryansam heard the sacrificed friends again, the old elf on the top of the bookcase couldn't help but cursed, but Jenkins and Ryansam ignored them.

　　 "You can still sacrifice yourself."

　　 Jenkins looked at him with strange eyes.

"Myself?"

　　 Old Man Ryansam frowned, then looked out the window abruptly.

"You have realized it a long time ago, so that's why you were so afraid after the angels appeared. I think you should know that ending with your sacrifice can save the people in the entire city. This means for Nolan at the end of the era. Extraordinary, so the curse can disappear. But you can't bear to have your almost eternal life. Although you bear the curse of eternal life, you also realize its convenience, so you want to find the [foreigner] who can be free without sacrificing yourself. ....."

　　 "That's the angel of the gods outside, young man, even if I really run out bravely with a kitchen knife, it won't be useful."

　　 "Fate has already marked some price..."

　　 Shocking thunder sounded again, and two dark shadows flashed through the window, even Jenkins could not tell which side it was.

"Since you also believe in fate, you should have guessed what you should do now. Thirty years ago, Mr. Siam Nord, who was supposed to go on an expedition with you, was eager to raise money to buy an elf creation, and Yin Survive by mistake. And the thing he bought..."

"B-01-1-8381 [Elf's Arrow of Destruction], sacrifice a mortal soul, sacrifice a special creation, sacrifice an expensive currency, and shoot an arrow with the strongest posture... Only creatures with elven blood can use that arrow, and once it is fired, the arrow is protected and cannot be recovered, but it can at least blow up an entire forest."

　　 The old elf said this message, and then looked at Jenkins with piercing eyes:

"Even in the world of the elves, this is a divine object that can only be forged for hundreds of years. It is a mortal artifact worthy of dedication to the great people of our faith. If I am in my current state, I will shoot it against the ground without risk. That arrow can barely blow up one-third of Nolan. Once the strength is strengthened through [Dedication], the more strange and twisted the soul, the more magical the special creation, the greater the power of the arrow, but the sin coin. ....."

　　 "I have blasphemy, don't worry about it."

　　 Jenkins said, and then looked at the old man who was pinched by him:

　　 "I also have special items and can make sacrifices. But for a fresh soul, I think you have to sacrifice it. This is also good for you. Don't you always want to be liberated?"

　　 Jenkins thinks he is not a bad person, but when he said this, he feels inexplicably that he is really a real villain.

　　The old man Ryan Sam who was pinched by him shivered suddenly, and then squeezed a voice from his throat:

　　 "No, no, I don't want to sacrifice, I have my own way to solve that curse, I don't..."

　　 "Are you still looking forward to [Foreigner]?"

　　'S empty left hand punched the old man's abdomen again. Taking advantage of his effort to cover his stomach and fall to the ground, Jenkins turned around and drove away the curious cat, and picked up the ancient book that fell on the ground.

　　 This is a manuscript, and the fairy tales are described in the same font throughout. But it is obvious that although these stories with a high probability of being adapted from real events are not boring, they are mostly terrifying. The style of the text is closer to documentary literature, and each story ends in a tragic ending.