Arad's unruly savior

Today, all parts of the divine realm are illuminated by the warm rays of the sun, and everyone is enveloped by the power of hope and future, including the troubled land of the demon clan.

But in some places beneath the earth, darkness and cold are still the norm, and the only way to illuminate them is with fog lights.

Ye Lin and the talkative Hazel walked down all the way to the cell where Cladis was imprisoned. The former warden of the Eye of Mist had dim eyes, pale cheeks, and a body as thin as a reed, who would fall down at the slightest breeze.

The room was underground, with no sunlight. A not-very-bright light hung from the ceiling. Cladis sat behind a single table, holding a pen and writing something very slowly.

Apart from restricting his personal freedom, the Eye of Mist did not make any more harsh criticisms of the former dean, and did his best to satisfy him in all aspects of life and provided him with very good treatment.

Hazel whispered, "The God of Mist sent down an oracle not long ago, saying that Cladis's merits and demerits offset each other, and that he will not be held accountable after being relieved of his position as dean. We in the Eye of Mist are all happy for him."

"But Lord Cladis seemed unable to get over the hurdle in his heart. He remained silent for a long time after hearing the news. After thanking the God of Mist, he still stayed here."

Ye Lin nodded, pushed the door open and walked in. He saw what Cladis was writing at the desk. After a quick glance, he found that the content was very familiar. It was the holy book of the Eye of the Mist Order. He was copying the holy book devoutly.

He greeted Cladis and sat down opposite him.

Cladis raised his head slowly, his eyes unfocused. After a while, he gathered some spirit and greeted in a hoarse voice.

Ye Lin raised his eyebrows. Judging from the state of Cladis, his act of copying the holy book just now was almost instinctive, and he did it without any conscious effort.

After sitting down for a while, Ye Lin said to Cladis: "The God of Mist has forgiven your sins. After learning the whole story, the Eye of Mist also expressed understanding for your actions. No one blames you."

During the time of imprisonment, Cladis' hair gradually turned gray and became messy. His handsome face was filled with fatigue and numbness, as if he bore all the sufferings in the world.

Cladis looked emaciated, his body swayed, and he said hoarsely: "Some people died because of my choice, many people..."

Mist Eye forgave him, but he couldn't forgive himself.

"Haha, we've only met a few times. Thank you for coming to see me. Please go back."

Ye Lin sat there without leaving. Instead, he reached out and picked up the copy paper on the table and said calmly, "I didn't plan to come. You are not important to me. I came to see you because Shu Mo asked me to."

Shu Mo originally wanted to ask Yue Na for help, as she heard that the priests were very good at helping people to ease their emotions. But Ye Lin intercepted her because Yue Na and Cladis had different beliefs.

He was responsible for solving Cladis's problem, and the reward he asked for was a pair of white stockings on Shu Mo's legs and short boots on her feet.

Shu Mo was confused about this and didn't think about it any more. She just said that if he wanted to give stockings and shoes to other girls, she could recommend stores to buy the same style or buy new ones.

Ye Lin said no, the new one doesn’t have that “flavor”.

"Shu Mo..."

That small, reserved, quirky, and stubborn child... When he first came to Baihai to serve as the protector of the land, he was looked down upon by everyone and traveled to all the major forces in Baihai amidst the ridicule.

Many thoughts flashed through Cladis' mind, and a complex expression appeared on his pale face. He moved his lips with difficulty, but in the end he did not say anything.

“You give people the feeling that you don’t want to live anymore, but you don’t really want to die.” Ye Lin glanced at the half-eaten bread on the other table. The other party was eating.

Hazel, who was standing behind Ye Lin, secretly stuck out her tongue. The master went straight to the face when he first came up. It was really a unique style. People admired him more and more.

People like Idan of the Eye of the Mist, Scriben, the Protector of the Earth, and Great Elder Lutan have all come. They all tried to persuade Cradis to be more open-minded, saying that the main responsibility did not lie with him and that he was also carrying a heavy burden and moving forward. They said all the comforting words they could.

Look at the master's impatient tone, it seems that he is hoping that Cladis will go to send it the next second, and then ask a professional team to carry it away and bury it.

Cladis's face twitched a few times and he lowered his eyes to avoid the fear. Yes, he was afraid of death, afraid of falling into the bottomless darkness, afraid of the eternal sleep after losing consciousness.

Those who have never had a close encounter with death have no idea how terrifying it is.

Ye Lin casually threw the copy paper he had just picked up onto the table, then leaned back slightly on the chair, crossed his legs, and said sarcastically: "What's the point of copying these things you copied ten times, a hundred times, ten thousand times? What else can it do except waste paper?"

Cladis' pale face suddenly lifted up, his eyes widened with anger. This was the Holy Book of the Eye of Mist, a compilation of the oracle of the God of Mist. It was meaningful and not just some "stuff".

"Why are you glaring at me? Even if you copy the Eye of Mist a hundred million times, other than bringing a little comfort to your own heart, can it bring even a penny of comfort to the families you've hurt?" Ye Lin snapped his fingers. Hazel, who was standing behind him, immediately understood what he meant and took out a thick stack of white paper, almost ten centimeters thick, from her cross-body bag.

"Copy it, copy it fully, and then burn it. Perhaps the dead will forgive you."

Facing Ye Lin's rude ridicule, Cladis's face turned paler and his body trembled slightly in an abnormal posture. Indeed, copying the holy book was just deceiving himself.

Using the contents of the holy book to comfort his guilty heart is not only useless for the real victims, but will also increase the burden on the fog god, who can see his condition.

The fog god forgave him, but he did not forgive himself.

Seeing the expression on Cladis' face, Ye Lin waved back, and Hazel very sensibly handed him a bottle of sour fruit herbal tea, which was sold in the shop of Piaomiao Palace. It used to sell for ten yuan a bottle, but with the dismantling of Liyun Chamber of Commerce, the resource is no longer monopolized, and now the price has been reduced by two yuan.

Ye Lin unscrewed the lid and took a sip of the sour-sweet drink, then scolded Cladis without any politeness, accusing him of being afraid of death, accusing him of avoiding reality, accusing him of living in his own dream and saying that he might as well die.

coward!

At some point, Yidan and Shumo also quietly approached the cell, hiding where Cladis couldn't see them, listening to Ye Lin's chatter.

"My swearing skills seem to be very average. There are only pure words without any emotions. I should find Natalia to learn from her when I have time. She is really good at making people angry." After a while, Ye Lin muttered to himself.

After a while, Ye Lin handed the half-drunk sour fruit tea to Hazel, using her as a little follower, and said lightly:

"So, I have two suggestions for you. First, either die quickly or stop being depressed and confused all day, feeling guilty about yourself, and not being able to do anything of value."

Dang rang~

A well-sealed crystal bottle was thrown on the table, with some unknown black liquid sloshing inside. It looked like ink, and it gave people a very dangerous feeling.

"This is the black heart blood of a demon beast. It is extremely poisonous. If you drink it, even the Mist God can't save you."

Ye Lin reached his hand back, and Hazel blinked, paused for a moment, and placed her chin in his palm.

"Stop being cute~Give me that information."

"Oh~"

Hazel puffed her cheeks, then opened her bag and took out another stack of papers, which were information files filled with content, and placed them on Cladis's desk.

“Whichever you choose, be decisive. Don’t let me, Shu Mo, and the entire Mist Eye look down on you. Hazel, let’s go.”

Ye Lin didn't even look at Cladis again, and left the room with Hazel. He glanced at Yidan and Shumo and went upstairs.

…………

In front of Cradis was a list of the victims, their home addresses, and information on their family members.

He understood what Ye Lin meant. Copying the contents of the holy book ten thousand times here was not as good as visiting these families once to express his condolences.

Since he was still alive, he could still do something for the less fortunate.

Cladis was silent for a long time, then came back to his senses and slowly picked up the stack of information. At the same time, the crystal bottle containing the poison quickly became glittering.

(End of this chapter)