Guild Boss's Ambition

She definitely doesn't want to see my face like this, but she always has to face this past.

That’s why I deliberately didn’t change my appearance.

I want her to remember that it was Lila who killed her respected mentor.

I stopped gently in front of her. She huddled between her legs, not saying a word under Xiaoban's gaze.

"Are you going to be depressed?"

"..."

She raised her head, pursed her little mouth, and looked at me.

She didn't say anything, and I waited for her to speak.

After a long while, she broke the silence.

"I'm hungry, do you have something to eat?"

"Well, it's ready for you."

Before coming here, Ke Luoluo also asked me to deliver today's breakfast.

The breakfast was very rich, including peanut butter cold noodles, corn cream soup, honey juice and various other delicacies and drinks. As a little girl's breakfast, this was definitely more than the recommended amount, but considering that the girl had not eaten a single grain of rice all night, such preparation had to be careful.

I took the food out of the bone spirit ring and placed it in front of her.

In silence, she ate the food in front of her with big mouthfuls.

Hush! Hush! Hush!

The sound of sucking the noodles was extremely indecent. After replenishing her water, she didn't know what she was thinking about.

Tears and soup dripped onto the ground.

But it seemed that Lolo's breakfast was going to be wasted again. Halfway through her meal, she put down her soup bowl because of violent trembling, and walked to a place where Xiaoban and I could not see her, and started sobbing.

She wanted to be strong, but she couldn't.

However, I couldn't just stand there and cry at this moment, I had other things to deal with.

"Miss President has woken up. She will need you to help her, especially after losing Ebi."

"Bai Ye, do you know? She is still there──"

she?

For unknown reasons, Ulu started to speak strange words.

I asked cautiously, "Uru, which one are you talking about?"

Ulu simulated the posture of holding a pistol, and said faintly: "Lila... Lila has not disappeared... Even if I kill her... She has not disappeared... Her spirit has not disappeared... Bai Ye... You also know what Lila's essence is, right? She will not disappear... She will exist forever... Forever... Forever... Exist..."

Uru, she really looks a lot like me.

She discovered Lila's existence just as I had in the past.

She was afraid of Lila.

But I had already overcome Lila's hurdle.

Or I could stop Uru from falling, so she wouldn't have to be dragged into the abyss by Lila's ghost.

I said softly, "I am Lila, so I know very well that Lila never existed."

The black-haired girl looked at me with hurt eyes. "I know what you mean. Everything is a matter of probability. There aren't that many coincidences in the world. No one can win the lottery every day. Lila is just an extreme case. We are not very unfortunate. On the contrary, we are very lucky. There are still many things we can lose before we really lose everything."

No normal person likes the feeling of losing.

Generally speaking, people's experiences are ordinary misfortune and ordinary luck.

But there are occasionally extreme examples.

Even though there are slight differences, people's nature is often so similar. Even if she is extremely intelligent, Lila is just an ordinary person. She was not much different from everyone else from the beginning. It was fate that made her born in such a family, it was fate that made her get those things, it was fate that made her lose those things, and it was fate that made her hate fate.

In the face of fate, humans have no autonomy.

All justice is self-righteousness.

All justice is crazy thinking.

All thoughtful people are crazy, just in different ways.

In Lila's eyes, justice judging evil and evil challenging justice is just a mess between lunatics.

So, Lila, like me in the past, went crazy in her enlightenment.

She embarked on a different and crazy path, trying to challenge the established absolute fate.

Even if she can't defy fate, she still wants to try to break destiny.

In the end, she failed on both ends and she died under a huge rock falling from the sky with a one in a million chance of death.

However, Uru said that Lila was not dead.

That's because she believes that the same misfortune will repeat itself in the future. Lila will be reborn in the world at some point, and there will be some victims like Ebi. This tiny uncertainty unexpectedly makes the girl feel fear. The reason for the fear is that the girl believes in the so-called fate.

Only those who believe in fate will fear it.

If the deaths of Ebi and Lila were due to that one in a million misfortune, then Uru's survival was due to that one in a million luck. In a series of events, Uru felt the luck that happened to her, and in one miracle and absurd story after another, she came up with the assumption that fate exists in the world.

But what frightened her was not fate.

What frightened her was Destiny.

"Uru, Lila doesn't exist. Misfortune and luck are determined by oneself. Don't think that God is particularly bad to you just because misfortune happens to happen in your life. If you don't play the roulette game to the end, you won't know how far your luck will go. I don't think I am the embodiment of misfortune."

In the dark room, the black-haired girl raised her pistol and pulled the trigger towards me.

Click.

The metal mechanism rubbed against each other and made a faint sound of blank bullets.

The girl smiled faintly.

She said tiredly, "It turns out that if you don't load the bullet, the bullet won't be fired."

Finally, during this shooting, she found confidence and temporarily got rid of her fear.

She did not fall like Lila, nor did she continue to stare into the bottomless abyss.

She returned to the ignorant and crazy world and no longer pursued the boundless truth.

Shh! Shh!

She ate the noodles slowly, still looking sad, but at least she was not possessed by the devil.

……

……

88. Burial (Little Blue)

(Ulu-Lannon)

Although I wasted a lot of precious time, I finally got out of the nightmare.

I really want to hate someone, but in the end I am too lazy to hate anyone. It is too easy to hate someone. For example, President Ehard's naturally dominant personality is very annoying. It is said that everyone has an independent personality, so what right does she have to influence other people's thoughts and make everyone do things according to her wishes?

Isn't that too overbearing and wishful thinking?

Look──

We can easily hate someone as long as we have a malicious heart.

Hate is just too exhausting for me.

Besides, I don't want to blame anyone for Ebi's death.

All the evidence shows that Ebi died an unfortunate death.

As for the high elves who instigated the wrath of nature? Hating them was the most boring thing in the world.

Forget it, let’s not think about these boring things. I’ve thought about enough in the past two days.

From the moment I left and locked Hai Lao's room, I handed over the funeral arrangements of Hai Lao and other adventurers to Boranie. Originally, I just wanted to handle Hai Lao's funeral myself, but when I really came into contact with these practical matters, I was shocked to realize that funerals in this alien world were not any simpler than those of the Chinese on Earth.

Not to mention the money involved, the entire ceremony alone would take a total of fourteen days.

To be honest, after the first day of taking over the funeral, I was too busy to have time to grieve.

Because I had to deal with other heroic adventurers together, I had to constantly come into contact with many family members and friends of the deceased these days. Seeing them crying their eyes out, I felt sad but numb. When it came to the part where I had to cry for Hai Lao, I couldn't squeeze out any tears after being sad for several days. In the end, I had to ask Lian'er to act as a filial daughter to Hai Lao.

Ha ha.

There was no need for any eye drops. The little girl, who had been strong for a long time, burst into tears the moment she saw the shrimp urn. The sound of her crying mixed with her tears made it difficult to understand what she wanted to express.

However, if it was Hai Lao, he would surely be able to accurately identify Lian'er's mood, right?

Thanks to the numerous consecutive ceremonies, I finally calmed down from my sadness after following the funeral director around all day long. Sister Meng'er, who had just woken up from her injury, seemed to be worried about the affairs of the guild. But even though she looked like she was about to be overwhelmed by the work, she still asked me to take care of the funeral first before coming back to help.

"You're absent-minded all day long. You can't help even if you come back, right?"

When I insisted on helping the guild, I was lectured by the knight girl like this.

Since I couldn't refute it, I just asked Bai Ye to help look after her and immediately returned to the funeral.

It was not until the seventh day of funeral preparations that I became very familiar with the funeral director named Kailin. He was a taciturn man with an equally taciturn assistant. You could tell at first glance that he was a man with a story to tell. Every move he made at work was very cautious and delicate. He was a craftsman who did not work just for money.

Although the city of Mopolis has had a tragic fate, there are many people who are serious about their work.

While applying makeup to the bodies of the adventurers, Kailin once said something to me thoughtfully.

He said that the most important thing about the funeral was not to bid farewell to the dead, but to boil a medicine for the living, a magical medicine that could relieve grief and sorrow. Because he had been healed by this medicine in the past, he chose to become a professional funeral director now, wanting to do something for people who are living in the trough when they are in their most difficult times.

Then, just as he was saying these handsome words, our Bai Ye just happened to appear behind him.

At that time, the necromancer lady told us a lot of secrets of the ghost world, such as the existence of cursed spirits and the fact that being disrespectful to the dead might result in being cursed, etc. As she was talking, our ritual master Kailin hid in the bathroom alone and did not come out for a long time. It was not until I went to ask his assistant lady out of confusion that I realized that he was actually very afraid of ghosts.

but……

Because he had always done his job competently, Kellen had never done anything disrespectful to the bodies of the dead.

After Bai Ye left, the etiquette master returned to his work and kept emphasizing one point to us.

"Ghosts don't exist! It's absolutely impossible for them to exist! That woman named Bai Ye must be a liar!"

He convinced himself with confidence, but his subsequent work attitude obviously betrayed him. He made up each of the dead bodies perfectly. If he had only used 90% of his strength just now, then after Bai Ye had threatened him, he became 200% focused, and in the end he painted all the adventurers vividly.

If Bai Ye hadn't burned Hai Lao to ashes, Kailin would probably have been able to recreate his listless appearance? However, for Hai Lao and me, a body made up is just a body made up. It's not the person we knew. Death means we've really lost him.

The funeral went smoothly with the preparations made by me and the funeral director.

The high elves also withdrew their troops on the eleventh day after Hai Lao's death.

One night when I was sorting out funeral fruits, eleven magic salutes rang out from the east city wall.

One after another, colorful magic fireballs flashed in the night sky of Mopolis. The fireballs were as short and beautiful as fireworks and life. They symbolized the peace won by the blood of the martyrs and the return of the good life we ​​love to all of us. However, even if peace returned to Mopolis, how many of us would be willing to stay in this city?

Since the peace salute sounded, many of our adventurers have started packing up. Most of them decided to return home to enjoy their lives after receiving huge rewards. Others, such as Luke, who have become accustomed to life in Mopolis, are happily planning a beautiful blueprint for their retirement life...

Except for those who have special reasons like Miss Raftan, the remaining adventurers will basically leave the stone house.

Everyone will leave this dilapidated border town.

But I firmly believe that this is just a metabolic process. When the news of the ceasefire spreads back to the territory of the Alliance of Light, those adventurers who want to get rich and famous will flock to this gold-digging land. No matter how many people died in the last Wrath of Nature, as long as there are enough benefits in front of them, people will forget their own safety until the great danger really comes to them.

Because of Ebi's death, I have considered leaving in the past few days.

But in the end I decided to stay.

Ebisu would want me to stay because he knew I liked this city.

The busy time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye it was the day of burial. The adventurers who died in the war would be buried in the Martyrs Memorial Park in the center of the town. Since Hai Lao did not give detailed instructions, we also took it upon ourselves to find a quiet place there and erect a tombstone to provide a tangible place for the living who wanted to commemorate him.

As for his ashes, we scattered them into a muddy river in accordance with his own wishes.

When we were worrying about which river to throw the ashes into, the coachman named, who was familiar with Ebi, told us by coincidence about a small river in the city of Moupolis. Although it was a small river, it was actually a very wide stormwater ditch. He said that when they were children, he and Ebi would often play in this stormwater ditch.

He said that this small river would flow into the river, cross the plains and mountains, and lead to the western ocean, over and over again.

He said that dirty old guys like Ebi are suitable for this kind of clear and turbid water flow.

He has stayed in this city for too long, and it's time to go out and see the scenery outside.

So we believed Mr. Malone and threw his ashes into an unknown river outside the city.