A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

"Crack crack crack crack crack!! Crack crack!" Baphomet burst out with a series of strange laughs.

“Yes, that’s right, I’ll help you find it.” Baphomet’s tone sounded very excited.

“Let me grant your wish.” Budsh ran and ran.

After escaping from the venue, he never stopped moving.

Finally, he was exhausted.

Budsh bent over, supporting himself on his legs with his hands, panting heavily; his beard was covered in sweat.

He ran for a long time, just wanting to escape that place and not wanting to get involved.

His life was saved, but unfortunately, his beloved Eordórce was probably going to be destroyed.

"Damn it, do we have to start all over again?" Bud Bush rubbed his white hair, looking annoyed.

He lost everything, he lost everything!

“No, you no longer have the chance to start over.” Latis’s voice rang in Budbush’s ears.

Upon hearing Latis's death-like voice, Budsh instinctively backed away.

Cold sweat dripped continuously from his forehead.

"How did you catch up so quickly?!" Budbush looked at Latis in disbelief.

Even if Latis ran at full speed, he couldn't catch up with himself, who had already escaped long ago.

“Because I helped him a little,” Baphomet’s eerie laughter followed.

"It's you! Weren't you helping me?!"

"Why...you betrayed me!" Badbush pointed at Baffomie in a fit of rage and roared.

"No, I did not betray anyone, because I am not an ally of any of you."

“I am merely fulfilling the wishes of those who have committed grave sins,” Bhavam said quietly.

If you think that Baphomme has helped you, then you are making a big mistake in considering Baphomme as your partner.

“This time I will definitely kill you, Bud Bush.” Latis’s eyes were filled with coldness.

"No! I don't want to die! I've already lost so much! And you still want to kill me!"

“This isn’t fair!” Budbush was so frightened by Latis’s gaze that he sat down on the ground.

He kicked his legs haphazardly backward, looking as pathetic as a clown.

No, calling him a clown would be an insult to the clown.

He crawled on his hands and knees, trying to get away from Latis.

But he hadn't climbed more than a few meters when he bumped into something.

Budsh opened his eyes, only to find that he saw nothing in front of him.

But something was indeed blocking his way out.

Budsh turned his attention to Baffmie; the culprit could only be him.

"Let me go! Whatever you want, I'll do it!"

"Didn't I help you get Eors to sing before?!"

“You can’t just turn around and forget about this!” Budbush started rambling, wanting only for Baffom to let him go.

Latis, closing in step by step, is his Grim Reaper.

With each footstep, Budsh's heart skipped a beat.

"Please, let me go!" Budbush could clearly feel the killing intent emanating from Latis.

Latis, holding the dagger given to him by Baphomet, slowly approached the middle-aged Whitebeard.

"Ah! No!" Bud Bush, who looked so strong, now had tears and snot streaming down his face.

He lacked the courage that matched his physique, but harbored great evil intentions.

“Bardbusch,” Baffomier said as he floated directly above Bardbusch.

Bud Bush instinctively looked up at Baffmie.

The cloak covering Baphomet's body revealed only a small portion of bone beneath, a sight that sent chills down one's spine.

The white-bearded man trembled incessantly, not knowing what Baphomet wanted to say to him.

But now, does he have any other option but to listen?

It seems not.

"You know, I told you before that the god with the most followers right now is 'The Sons of Light,' right?"

“…” Budsh felt a chill run down his spine for no apparent reason.

"The doctrine of the 'Children of Light' (or 'Letson's Church') proclaims the Seven Deadly Sins."

"The greatest sin is pride. There was once a couple who tried to do the same thing as the gods."

"The second greatest sin is jealousy. There was once a human who wanted to take everything away from this couple."

"So, do you know what the third greatest sin is, counting from the top down?"

“What is it?” Budsh swallowed hard.

At this moment, Latis was already standing in front of Budbush.

The shadow of the red-haired elf fell upon Budbush, making him gasp for breath.

"The third sin is wrath, and now one of the couple's children wants to kill this human."

"Although I fear the gods, I am also someone who opposes them. I like to help people who have committed great sins."

“Take you for example, or this ‘young man’ in front of you.” After laughing, Baphomet let out a strange laugh.

Latis raised his hand, then plunged the dagger into Budbush's heart.

However, Latis's hand was firmly held by Budbush's hand.

Budbush's expression was ferocious, like a man-eating beast.

A cornered dog will jump over a wall; how much more so a person?

"You all want me dead, don't you?!"

"Then come on!!"

Faced with death, Budsh decided to fight Latis to the death.

As he grabbed Latis's wrist, his eyes remained fixed on Baphomet above.

Once he was certain that Baphomet wouldn't intervene, Badbush revealed a sinister smile.

"..." Although Budbush's resistance surprised Latis slightly, it still couldn't make him remain calm.

"You bastard, don't look down on people!" Budbush unleashed astonishing power, reversing his previous defeat, and punched Latis in the face.

But after that punch, even with blood streaming from his nose, Latis didn't back down an inch, still staring at Budbush with murderous eyes.

"Aaaaaaah!!!" Budbush was filled with terror and could only roar to dispel his fear.

Meanwhile, Baphomet remained suspended in mid-air, silently watching a battle between mortals.

Yes, it's a battle of mortals.

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Latis lay on the ground, looking at the sky with his left eye, which was not swollen.

The sky was overcast; it looked like it was going to rain soon.

It's springtime now, so rain isn't unusual.

Latis was too weak to do anything but lie there, surrounded by blood, some of it from Badbus and some of his own.

Before anyone knew it, Baphomet had put away the dagger that had fallen to the side and then quietly left.

As for Bud Bush, he leaned against the corner of the wall and remained silent.

Bud Bush is almost no longer human-shaped.

After killing his opponent, Latis unleashed all the boundless rage in his heart.

He himself didn't know how many punches he threw at Bud Bush or how many stabs he made.

More than a decade later, he finally got his revenge.

But what happens after he gets his revenge? Oh right, he also needs to fix Eors, and he needs to fix his other sister.

He still has goals in life.

"Swish-swish-swish—" A light drizzle began to fall from the sky.

But an umbrella shielded Latis from the rain.

“Go and turn yourself in,” Bray said to Latis, who was lying on the ground, his right eye lowered.

"To surrender...?" Latis murmured weakly.

“This doesn’t count as you catching him.” Bray, carrying the immobile Latis, turned to look at Eric behind him.

Eric, with his hands in his pockets, glanced casually at the unconscious Latis.

Latis fainted shortly after seeing Bray.

He probably lost too much blood, which caused him to fall into a coma.

"Captain Alice, what do you think?" Eric asked Alice beside him, snapping his fingers as he pulled his left hand out of his pocket.

“It’s not really us who caught them; we arrived at the scene too late.” Alice leisurely held her notebook, making dots and marks on it with her pen.

"By the way, Colonel, you could have just asked directly; there was no need to snap your fingers."

“Well, let’s just say this guy turned himself in,” Eric said directly to Bray, ignoring Alice’s last sentence.

“What will he do?” Bray looked at Eric and asked a very serious question.

"Blind man, do you know what's next door to him?"

“The body,” Bray replied honestly, glancing at Bud Bush’s corpse.

“Congratulations on getting it right, you blind man.” Eric snapped his fingers, his gaze as indifferent as Bray’s.

"Then, who killed him?"

"..." Bray chose to remain silent on this question.

This is a question whose answer is obvious to everyone.

This was not some roundabout murder; the killer was Latis.

Although Bray wanted to say that Latis might have been framed.

But Bray ultimately couldn't bring himself to say those foolish words; he couldn't bring himself to deceive himself.

“That’s the red-haired elf you’re carrying,” Eric said, pointing at Latis and raising an eyebrow.

"So what will happen to him?" Bray asked in a deep voice.

This is the second time this question has been asked.

"What will happen to him depends on the verdict."

“And I am not the one who makes the judgment,” Eric said helplessly, unable to give Bray a confident answer.

"Is that so?" Bray sighed deeply, a hint of dejection in his eyes.

“You’ll heal him, right?” Bray tossed Latis to Eric.

Eric frantically caught Latis in mid-air.

"Tsk, don't just throw the wounded around like that," Eric said, displeased.

Alice glanced at the heavily injured Latis.

“It can be treated; there’s no fatal wound,” Alice answered Bray’s question for Eric.

"That's good."