The devil is coming

Chapter 384
"Um…………"
Xue San lay on the ground, put his nose into the grass, took a deep breath, and looked intoxicated.
Beside Xue San, A Ming silently opened his wine bottle again, drank the last sip of blood inside, and asked at the same time:
"The smell of nature?"
"No, it smells like sheep manure."
"You have a great appetite."
Xue San shook his head and said, "Do you know what I smelled?"
"Did you just say that?"
"Not only that, I also smell the sheep here, they are strong and healthy."
"This skill is good, I admire it."
"necessary."
"In the future, when the Lord's son is sick, you can help him eat something and tell it to show your loyalty."
"Why should I eat the Lord's son's stuff?"
"Could it be that you want to eat..." A Ming frowned slightly and said, "I'm going to end this topic. It's so disgusting, it makes me feel a little rebellious."
"You are interesting too. Why do you insist on coming out with me if you don't stay in the city? The workshop has not opened yet, and the production has not been connected. You are not sleeping in the ice cellar but you are running out. What are you doing?"
"Play." A Ming said.
"Your hands are itchy? Oh no, your teeth are itching?"
"Part of it is for this reason. In the past, on the battlefield, I had to stand beside the Lord to help him block arrows."
"Like a tool man."
"Yeah, so I can't let go, I can't have a lot of fun, my lord is very unlucky, and I always get shot by cold arrows on the battlefield."
"Understood, what is the other part of the reason?"
"The other reason is that after my screening and comparison, I found a kind of blood that even if it is not strong, it still tastes delicious, that is blood of ***."
"What blood?"
"***'s blood."
"No, I said you are talking to me face to face, why do you need to wear a silencer?"
"You're used to it." A Ming pointed to the side of his head and said, "When we were in comics before, what are we talking about? Shouldn't there be a circle dialog box here?"
"Yeah, what happened then?"
"Wouldn't some words that cannot be spoken automatically become coded? For example, if you remove the eyes of a horse, it will become **."
"So whose blood is it?"
"I mean I can't tell you."
"why?"
"I'm afraid you'll snitch."
"Is it so real?"
"Yes, we all know that you are holding a ball of anger in your stomach right now, and you are afraid that you will drag me into the water."
"I feel wronged."
"No."
A Ming smiled and tied the empty wine bag back to his waist. In front of him and Xue San, there was a tribe.
The tribe occupies a large area and has many livestock, but it seems there are not many people.
This is the west of Shentan. It was originally the territory of the Anyang Tribe, but the Anyang Tribe has been annexed by the Naiman Tribe. According to the tradition of the Snowy Plains, the people of the Anyang Tribe will be reduced to the lowest slaves of the Naiman Tribe and moved back to the Naiman Tribe. Then the Naiman tribe sent out their own tribe to take over the pasture that originally belonged to the Anyang tribe.
This is a kind of digestion and division, and it is also the most common tribal development law in the snowfield.
But the newly separated sub-tribes are undoubtedly still very weak and will need some time to develop and recover.
"I still remember the first time I went on a long trip with my lord, it was almost the same situation. It's just that my lord and I were in the camp at that time, and now we are outside."
In the past, I was attacked by surprise, but now I am trying to attack others by surprise.
"Have you figured out the situation clearly?" A Ming asked.
"You didn't come with me?"
"Oh."
"Do you think I can smell the opponent's troop layout from sheep dung?"
"Can't you?"
Xue San opened his nostrils and looked at A Ming.
"are you serious?"
"I think you can develop more in this direction."
"Hehe, our skill points are all set, but now they are grayed out. You can't fool me into changing the skill tree."
"Recovering step by step is actually quite boring. Why not do something new if you want to do it again?"
"hiss……"
"what happened?"
"I suddenly feel that your consciousness is so high."
"Thank you."
Xue San stood up, shook his three legs a few times, and did warm-up exercises.
"This tribal stronghold was attacked by the Naiman tribe earlier and has not been repaired yet. In fact, there are holes everywhere. Do you see the place in front of it?
There are two towers there, let's call them towers first, and over there, there is a horse team patrolling at night, you choose one side. "
"The cavalry."
"Okay, then I'll go deal with the tower, and let's agree on a time, one hour?"
"can."
"Be silent."
"Use your teaching?"
"Hehehehe." Xue San smiled and clapped his hands. Then, nearly a hundred black figures appeared behind the two of them. "You will follow up in two hours. Dai Li, notify the soldiers and horses behind, three Rush to camp on time after the hour."
"Yes, my lord."
Dai Li began to run back to deliver the message, while the others slowly disappeared into the surrounding darkness again.
A Ming said:
"The name Dai Li is quite unique. Did you choose it?"
"His parents gave it to him, so I kept it for good luck."
"Where did you see the auspiciousness?"
"I can't fly in this era anyway."
"Too."
"Okay, let's go. I'm also suffocating. You don't know. The day before yesterday, I castrated a subordinate who had dirty hands and feet and fed it to a dog. I slept a little more soundly after smelling the smell of blood."
"nausea."
"I feel sick when I smell blood, but you're still drinking blood!"
"Those who are good-looking are called flirting, and those who are not-good-looking are called obscene."
"Your fucking personal attack!"
A Ming took half a step back.
bend over,
arm hem,
Full of etiquette,
Road:
"Goodbye, my three great men."
finished,
A Ming straightened up, turned around, and walked out.
Xue San pointed at A Ming’s back and said:
"I thought you would turn into a blood shadow and disappear after you finished showing off, but now you still have to use your feet."
A Ming waved his hand and ignored Xue San.
On one side of Xue San's body, the whole person was submerged in a shadow, advancing towards the camp in front.
……
In the big tent,
The third prince of the Naiman tribe was sitting in a tent with red sleeves and fragrant night reading.
It doesn't mean anything special,
Because the third prince was indeed reading a book.
The woman serving beside her was wearing a red skirt, with a beautiful face and exquisite accessories. Her surname was Wu and she was called Lady Wu.
Everyone in Jin Dynasty was born in a lady's family and was well-educated and well-educated. Her husband was originally a local county magistrate.
After the savages entered the pass, the county magistrate defended the city, but the city was destroyed and destroyed. Lady Wu was kidnapped and turned into a slave. When she was sold into the snowy plains, she was bought by the third prince of the Naiman tribe for fifty sheep and became his concubine.
The third prince has a calm personality. Unlike other savages, he likes poetry and books.
In the words of the Naiman leader, the third prince’s father,
Even he, a father, never imagined how he could raise such a species.
If it weren't for the fact that some of the facial features of the third prince were very similar to his father, King Naiman would really think that he had been put in a hat by some scholar.
The third prince's reading is not arty. He can even compose poetry, and his level is very good.
When the Savage King first rose, he was praised as the Wenqu star on the snowy plains and the seed of the prime minister.
On the one hand, this is praise, on the other hand, it is also to win over.
But the Naiman tribe chose to wait and see and did not place a bet.
The third prince tried his best to persuade his father to send troops to help the Savage King, but he failed.
Later, with the defeat of the Barbarian King, almost all the main force of the barbarians who entered the Pass were wiped out in Jin. The Naiman King also scolded his son because of this, saying that he did not understand the depth.
The third prince's brothers and clan elders all praised King Naiman for his far-sightedness.
Later, as the Naiman tribe annexed the Anyang tribe, the third prince was arranged by his father to take care of the Anyang tribe's pasture.
The Anyang Tribe is too close to the Naiman Tribe. The princes who are really valued will be assigned to pastures far away from home to give them enough space to develop and expand the tribe. The third prince is equivalent to being detained under the eyes of the Naiman King. Under the bed, help "grazing".
"Your Highness, would you like some soup?"
"I'm not hungry. By the way, I told you, don't call me Your Highness, just call me by my name."
Originally, there was only one barbarian king in the snowy plains, and his father was the leader of the Naiman tribe. Later, a prince from the Yan Kingdom came to the snowy plains and brought an edict, conferring his father the title of king.
His father thus became king, and they were all called princes.
My father was very happy about this and held a banquet for three days.
The third prince couldn't be happy, because the Yan people didn't pay anything of value at all, and the Naiman tribe and other snow tribes didn't get a sheep, a horse, or a slave at all. They just sat back and watched the Snow Customs being controlled by the Yan people. Later, the main force of the Savage King was trapped south of the Snow Pass, unable to return to the snowfield, and was completely annihilated by the Yan people.
"Your Highness has a distinguished status, and I dare not make any mistakes."
"Haha, don't say such things, I'm just a savage in the snowfield."
The third prince put down the book in his hand, shook his head, and then called a subordinate who was serving outside. After the subordinate came in and knelt down, he asked:
"Have the envoys from the tribe such as Luo Meng arrived?"
"Third Prince, here we are. He passed by us before nightfall. He should have arrived at the king's tent by now."
"Well, I see, you go down."
"Yes, prince."
"Ugh."
The third prince sighed.
"Your Highness, those tribal envoys have arrived, what are you still sighing for?"
"It's just that the messenger is here, what's the use? The Yan man Pingye Bo from Xueguan has already told Xueyuan that he will attack our Naiman tribe. If our Naiman tribe can't gather the warriors of ourselves and allied tribes as soon as possible, how will we do it?" Resist the Yan people’s cavalry?”
Speaking of which,
The third prince could not help but touch his forehead and said with emotion:
"Unfortunately, after receiving this news, my father did not make up his mind and exchanged the pastures for cattle and sheep in exchange for the tribes such as Lemeng to send troops to help as soon as possible. He actually wanted to unite many tribes to put pressure on the Yan people, hoping to Use weapons to resolve this dispute.
Father, it’s really…”
The third prince did not say the following words. He has admired Zhu Xia culture since he was a child, and he still understands the principle of a son not to mention his father's faults.
"Your Highness, are the Yan people really going to call so soon?"
"The Yan people have always acted vigorously and resolutely. The Pingye uncle at Xuehaiguan, observing his style, dared to lead a lone army deep behind enemy lines and surprise Xueguanguan. Furthermore, he was young.
This person either doesn't do things or does them simply and neatly, and never just talks about it.
It's just that the troops at Xuehaiguan should be stretched thin. If the father could gather allied troops early, there is no doubt that things could turn around.
If it’s the worst case scenario…”
The third prince looked at Mrs. Wu, stretched out his hand to hold her hand, and said:
"You can go home."
"Your Highness, I don't dare to think like this. I just want to stay with His Highness and serve His Highness."
"The wind in the snowy field will wrinkle your face, and the cold in the snowy field will age your voice. The land of Jin is the place that truly nourishes people.
I told you a long time ago that if you want to go back, I will agree. This is not irony or a lie. I mean it. "
"Your Highness, I no longer have a home. Even if I return to Jin, how will I deal with myself?"
Upon hearing this, the third prince sighed and said:
"Home is still there, otherwise, why would the Jin slaves in the tribe want to escape to Xueguan.
Alas, in the final analysis, my eldest brother acted too arrogantly this time and just chased the escaped slaves. He actually killed those slaves and built a fortress in Jingguan.
In the past few years, the Yan people have been on foreign expeditions with successive victories, defeating Qian, swallowing Jin, killing Chu, and expelling our holy clan. How could the young uncle of the Yan people endure such humiliation?
In fact, after all, I am too good-for-nothing to do anything. Otherwise, when the king started to rebel, even if my father did not agree, I should have led a group of loyal men to kill my father and several brothers first, and then asked the king to send troops. Come and help me control the Naiman tribe. "
A murderous look flashed in the third prince's eyes.
Lady Wu immediately said:
"Your Highness, if Your Highness goes, maybe, maybe..."
"Are you afraid that I will die south of Xueguan? Haha, in fact, it is just a loss. Regardless of the current glory of my Naiman tribe, it is just a delay in losing for a while.
In my opinion, the reason why the Yan people did not take advantage of the situation to attack Xueyuan was that they needed to recuperate and be wary of Chu.
But when the Yan people are ready, they will definitely send troops to the Xueyuan. Uncle Pingye, Uncle Pingye, the Emperor of the Yan people gave the title of Commander-in-Chief of Xueguan Customs, and the intention is actually very clear.
It's now………
If I can really do the job,
I should also have contacted the Yan man uncle at Xue Customs earlier before my eldest brother committed any crime and asked him to help me rebel against my father and control the tribe.
In this way, although I, the Barbarian Tribe, will be reduced to a dog led by that count, it is still better than becoming a dead dog. "
"Your Highness, what you said today..."
"Since reading the book, I have become more aware of one thing. Do you know what it is?"
"Your Highness, I don't know who I am."
"Oh, that means you are a useless scholar."
Madam Wu did not dare to speak.
The third prince slapped the table hard,
Although this prince has a savage face, he exudes the atmosphere of a scholar.
At this time, he said word by word with red eyes:
"But originally, my holy clan had a chance to win!"
……
Xue San has been in a bad mood since he was beaten by his master, and it was very bad.
Over the past few days, he had been reflecting;
I am obviously smart, cute and graceful,
Why would you make such a stupid mistake?
He can't figure it out,
The more I can't figure it out, the angrier I get.
Therefore,
When he thrust the dagger into the Naiman soldier's neck, he deliberately penetrated it a few centimeters deep and stirred it.
This is a big no-no for assassins, as it may result in more noise or blood being spilled.
But Xue San felt that the depression in his heart seemed to dissipate a little,
Therefore,
After lurking next to another Naiman soldier,
He stabbed the opponent's chest hard with the dagger again.
call,
Much more comfortable.
The two corpses were thrown aside. Xue San looked up at the two soldiers who seemed to be dozing above, and climbed up at an extremely fast speed.
These two people were indeed dozing off.
Back to back, already fast asleep, still snoring.
This makes Xue San a little dissatisfied. I have worked so hard to lurk here to kill you and pull out nails. How do you treat my efforts like this?
It's hard work for you to keep vigil, but please respect my work, okay?
Therefore,
Xue San reached out and slapped them awake.
After they open their eyes,
Two daggers were stabbed into their necks by Xue San very accurately. The two were struggling, their eyes widened, staring at Xue San in extreme horror, and they could not make a sound.
Xue San just looked at them, enjoying the feeling of looking at each other.
until,
They lost their breath.
"call……"
comfortable.
Xue San pulled out the dagger and stood up, his steps a little shaky and his body swaying a little.
look up,
Look at the clear and bright sky over the snowy fields,
This is who you are,
The life you want.
The third master wanted to sing a song, but this was not the time.
The only option was to get off the tower, lurk under another tower, kill the two Naiman soldiers below, and then climb up the tower.
This time, the third master was quite satisfied. The two Naiman soldiers on the tower did not sleep.
But the vigilance is actually not very high.
One was leaning against the railing, seeming to be thinking about the girl in someone's tent.
One was sitting on a tower plank, weaving wreaths.
The painting style is very melancholy, and to match the starry sky, a soothing violin soundtrack should be added to enhance the atmosphere.
The third master felt a little pity for this scene.
Silently, he hung himself on the edge of the tower, "drinking together as three" with them, enjoying the literary and artistic atmosphere together.
I don't know how long it took,
Anyway,
Because I am so efficient, I still have a lot of wealth in the time agreed upon previously.
But the soldier weaving the wreath on the tower stood up and shouted below, probably in response to his companions below.
Therefore,
The peaceful and peaceful atmosphere ends,
Just as people can choose to immerse themselves in this tranquility for a short period of time, but in the end they still need to raise their heads and face reality.
A concealed crossbow was aimed at the soldier holding the wreath. At the same time as it was fired, Xue San's body flew over and sent the dagger into the neck of the soldier who was staring into the distance.
Two people died quickly and simply.
Xue San sat down silently,
Now, there are still three people.
But the feeling seems to be different.
Xue San stood up and put the soldier who was looking into the distance back into his previous posture. He also used extremely precious silk threads to fix it.
The other sat cross-legged and placed the half-woven wreath on his knees.
After doing this,
Xue San leaned against the railing,
Close your eyes slowly,
Ok,
It's that smell.
……
Unlike Xue San's side, which needs to be quiet because it is close to the camp,
The cavalry team that A Ming needs to deal with is relatively far away from the camp, so he can be more free.
There were eight people on the other side, swimming aimlessly around the perimeter.
They seemed to be on patrol, but you could feel the carelessness exuding from them from a distance.
Obviously, Uncle Hirano, the commander-in-chief of Snow Customs, has announced his intention to conquer the Naiman tribe to all tribes in the snow plains.
But the people in the Naiman tribe didn't seem to realize that the war was coming.
On one side, they mobilized their troops without hesitation. The barbarian soldiers who had just arrived were transferred directly without even taking a rest, and an extremely detailed battle plan was formulated.
On the other side, it seems that they are still leisurely enjoying the rare beautiful season of the year in the snowfield.
Whether it's really carelessness or confidence,
A Ming felt that he liked the posture of the eight Naiman sentries very much.
Therefore,
Instead of lurking secretly, A Ming chose to stand on the ground where they were about to come, just standing there without moving.
The sentry team came over, and the leader quickly spotted the figure standing in front of them through the moonlight.
It has to be said that they were very lax, but they still remembered what they were doing for wandering outside at night without sleeping. Immediately, two Naiman tribe sentries raised their bows and nocked arrows, and shot at A Ming without hesitation. .
"puff!"
One arrow missed, and another hit A Ming in the chest.
then,
A Ming fell down.
Immediately, these eight sentinels came on horseback and surrounded A Ming who was lying on the ground.
One of them had a very good habit. Even though A Ming was lying motionless on the ground, he still drew his bow and shot another arrow at A Ming.
It's a pity that Uncle Zheng is not here at this time, otherwise he would definitely praise this kind of last-ditch behavior.
"puff!"
This arrow hit A Ming in the abdomen.
A Ming remained motionless.
But because the clothes A Ming was wearing did not look like slaves, the leader still signaled one of his men to dismount, pick up A Ming's "body" and put it on the horse, intending to take it back to the camp for closer inspection.
They started to return.
If this is a game of Russian roulette, the first lucky player has already come out.
And by accident, he ended up at the back of the team.
The lucky wild man knight only felt a gust of wind behind him, and then he felt like he was being bitten on his neck.
How does it feel to be bitten by a vampire?
If it is a low-level vampire, it will be very painful when bitten, no different from being bitten by a dog.
But high-level vampires are different. After all, at their level, they have begun to enjoy the atmosphere during meals and begin to understand respect for food.
Therefore, when A Ming's fangs pierced the neck of the savage soldier, the savage soldier did not scream, but had a look of intoxication on his face, as if he was enjoying this feeling.
That itching, that soreness, that comfort,
It's like dreaming, dreaming that you are flying in the clouds.
then,
In this state, he lost his vitality.
immediately,
A Ming jumped up, jumped onto the horseback of the barbarian knight in front, and stabbed his fangs into it.
And then,
Draw a scoop according to the gourd.
Because A Ming's figure was as light as a ghost and his movements were extremely smooth, he used this method to kill five wild knights without being discovered.
If the leading savage hadn't just turned around to say something and saw all his men lying on the back of their horses, A Ming might have been able to send them all back to the embrace of the stars in silence.
but,
If you are discovered, you will be discovered.
A Ming's figure was ejected directly, and then fell behind a savage in front of him, his fangs piercing it, but this one was not the lucky one, and he did not enjoy the spiritual spa before death like his previous companions. A Ming raised his neck and broke the brother's neck.
Of the eight sentry riders, only two were still alive.
The leader drew out his knife. Faced with this strange scene, he did not choose to run away, but took the initiative to rush towards A Ming.
A Ming jumped up and greeted him.
"puff!"
The blade of the knife penetrated A Ming's chest with almost no resistance, but the inertia of A Ming's body caused it to slide forward along the blade and came to the front of the leader.
The leader of this sentinel cavalry team has even felt that his palm holding the handle of the knife is actually inside A Ming's body.
Not hot, very cold, very icy!
"Buzz!"
The leader released a ray of light. It was obvious that he was a warrior.
A Ming doesn't know how high his rank is, and he doesn't need to know.
Because when there is a real fight, in addition to the absolute strength factor, there are actually too many external conditions that can affect the real outcome of the duel.
For example, when the leader is just glowing,
A Ming’s ten nails,
It had already penetrated the brother's chest.
"Crack!"
Under agitation,
The opponent's body convulsed, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his life was immediately cut off.
The only remaining fish that slipped through the net did not have the courage of the leader. This was the previous savage brother who had good last-ditch habits.
Precisely because he "finished the kill" himself, he was convinced that A Ming was really dead, but the dead man came back to life and killed his Shangfeng and other companions, which directly broke his mind.
Run away, run away, run away!
This is the devil, the devil!
A Ming didn't chase him.
Instead, he silently drew out the bow and arrow hanging from the leader's saddle,
bow and arrow,
aim,
The whole set of actions is done in one go.
Because it was often used as a target for archery practice by the Lord.
Therefore, A Ming has long been accustomed to and proficient in the art of archery.
The keen perception of the vampires is instilled into the arrows,
Even the wind speed has been taken into consideration.
"Buzz!"
The arrow shoots out,
It penetrated directly through the neck of the last survivor, and he fell down directly.
A Ming stretched out his hand, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, pulled out the knife still in his stomach, and threw it on the ground casually.
The injuries on the body are recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
If you could stand next to A Ming at a close distance,
You can even hear the slight crunching and squirming sounds of skin and flesh reuniting, like a torn sweater that has had its threads removed and started to be knitted again.
A Ming took out a small bottle from his arms and pulled out the stopper. Inside, there was black blood.
Yes,
Xue San was not the only one who experimented with blood.
In fact, when the demon kings have nothing to do, they will beg each other's blood for research.
In the past, it would have been difficult to find so much fresh blood, but the owner happened to be here, and there were a lot of raw materials, so it was easy to borrow.
Today I ask you for a few hundred milliliters, and tomorrow I will give you a few hundred milliliters back, so that you can borrow and return them easily, and it will not be difficult to borrow again.
In this bottle,
What's inside is the blood of Pixiu.
Yes, that's right, it's the Pixiu under Uncle Zheng's crotch.
When A Ming walked towards it with his fangs exposed, it could only lean there aggrievedly and let A Ming take some of its blood very quietly.
In order not to be discovered by the master, his beloved mount was artificially bled,
A Ming also specially chose the position of Pixiu’s abdomen for bloodletting.
Then when the Pixiu obediently turned over and let you pick it,
A Ming found that the guy's stomach had been opened with many holes, which proved that a group of animals had arrived before him!
at this time,
While my wounds are healing on their own,
A Ming poured Pi Xiu's blood into his mouth.
The power of the blood clan comes from the blood. The classification and strength of the blood clan are the essence of the blood clan level, which is the level of power contained in the blood.
A truly powerful vampire, even if there is only one drop of blood left, can rely on the power contained in this drop of blood to start repairing his body again.
So what A Ming is doing now is to try and see if he can find another way to increase his power horizontally if his level cannot be improved.
then,
hiss…………
The wound on the abdomen that was healing suddenly became disordered. The yarn that was being tied suddenly became disordered and knotted randomly.
This kind of pain can no longer be described as torture.
A Ming's arms tightly hugged the war horse under his crotch. The war horse was also affected by A Ming's aura and became very obedient and did not dare to mess with it.
a long time,
A Ming raised his head with a pale face,
He reached out and touched his abdomen,
The wound has not completely healed, and even because of his previous torture, his body has become extremely empty.
"Is this the bond that blind people often talk about, the bond between us and the Lord?"
Whether vertically or horizontally,
You simply cannot obtain the possibility of increasing your own power from sources other than the Lord.
A Ming opened his mouth,
He let out a few self-deprecating laughs,
"hehe………
in the end,
I still have to go back and continue licking the master. "
"What, you still want to overthrow the world?"
Xue San's voice appeared beside A Ming, and then he walked out of the shadows and said with a look of disgust:
"I said, do you vampires love to show off so much? If you don't give yourself some credit for fighting, you can't pretend that you have strong self-healing ability, right?"
immediately,
Xue San sniffed,
He smelled a familiar smell,
Immediately shouted:
"Damn it, this is Pixiu's blood. How dare you secretly bleed the Lord's precious mount!"
"Ha." A Ming was too lazy to answer him.
Because he didn't believe that Xue San hadn't let him go.
"How should I put it? If you want to do an experiment, I will build a small laboratory and let's do it together. What do you think? If you do it by yourself, you will easily become disabled. It is too unsafe."
"If I let you do it, I'm afraid it will kill me directly."
"Look, look, that's an ugly thing to say, isn't it?"
Xue San did not continue to grind his teeth, but looked to the other side. There, there were already hundreds of black shadows following the route that he and A Ming had cleared before, and began to penetrate into the savage tribe camp. The scythe of the god of death had already Under the cover of night, held high.
"Actually, the simplest and most practical way is just two words."
Xue San jumped up as he spoke, patted A Ming on the shoulder, and continued:
"Do you know what those two words are?"
Xue San pursed his lips.
Spit on the ground,
Asked and answered himself:
"Accept fate."
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Goodnight everybody.
(End of this chapter)