Chen Huijie, I am not a good person anymore!

With a "bang", one of the strings of the black and white cello broke, and Arturo's consciousness was played out before she could see anything. She looked at the cello in her hand in a daze, and she never thought that just spying on Roya's thoughts could be a dangerous thing.

This was a situation she had never imagined, but it also proved how special the listener in front of her was. Perhaps their meeting was also a kind of fate.

Chapter 166 Arturo's Allegiance

The cello strings broke, which was the first time for Arturo. The cello in her hand was both the instrument she played and the device she used to cast spells. She had always been accustomed to playing this cello, but when she saw the strings that seemed to have been torn apart by a powerful force, she realized for the first time how special the audience she had invited was.

The next moment, she found that things were far more unusual than she thought.

The originally exquisitely decorated theater turned into a green lawn. She sat on a yellow-brown painted bench with the cello she played as a child at her side. She seemed to have turned back into her childhood self. Not far away, her mother's funeral had just begun.

Roya not only broke Arturo's strings with her spirit alone, but also played her heart in turn.

Mother, Arturo still remembers everything about his mother Luciana, a gentle and kind woman with a strong sense of justice and compassion.

When he was a child, his mother told Arturo a story about a giant who was bound by tough silk threads since he was a child. No matter what he did, he could not break free. He kept trying and failed, until he no longer had the courage to try and was willing to be bound by those silk threads. He finally cheered up after being encouraged by others.

Arturo could hear her mother's inner struggle, and she felt that her mother was also troubled by various threads, so she wanted to encourage her mother. Her mother then became her first real listener, and also the first sin she committed, a mistake that could never be undone.

When Arturo's mother, a diplomat, resolutely quit her job after hearing his performance and followed her inner thoughts, picked up a camera and became a war correspondent, Arturo's life could no longer turn back.

A few months later, Arturo learned the news that her mother had died in the war. At that time, she had never thought that her mother would die like this. She could no longer feel any emotion from her mother, and she didn't understand why death could destroy a person so easily and crush all the other person's dreams.

"Arturo was so sensible, but he lost his mother at such a young age..."

"This child is so pitiful."

"Lucana too. Why are you so depressed?"

There were many people attending the funeral, all of whom were the mother's good friends. Each of them was remembering their mother, expressing their reluctance to part with her and lamenting her kindness and strength. Some of them couldn't help but shed tears for Luciana's passing.

"Luciana is a dedicated and funny lady who has given me a lot of guidance in my career..."

"She has never really left us. In our memories, she will always be..."

"Luciana is my best friend. I knew she dreamed of becoming a war photographer when we were in college. I understand and respect her choice."

Obviously everyone was sad, but Arturo heard their voices, which made her feel indescribable anger and confusion. She chose to pick up the cello, just like that day.

As the sound of Arturo's cello reached everyone's ears, the torrent of emotions swept everyone away, making them voice out as loudly as a drowning person calling for help. No matter what people had said before, now they all showed their true side to the fullest.

"He wants to die for no reason, leaving me with a lot of troubles to deal with, and I have to attend this time-wasting funeral!"

"Hahaha, thank you Luciana, if you hadn't stupidly left without saying goodbye I wouldn't have been able to get a promotion!"

"When will this funeral be over? She obviously wanted to die, and she's taking up our time."

"I don't understand, Luciana. Why are you so stupid? Is your dream really worth giving up such a happy family?"

If the human heart is a lake, then Arturo's music undoubtedly drains the water from the lake, exposing the truest side of the lake bottom to people without reservation. As she plays, she is accompanied by anger at the hypocrisy of these people and doubts about why they have such hypocrisy.

Everyone was overwhelmed by emotions, and no one cared that Arturo had actually stopped playing long ago. She just looked at these people, sensing their emotions but finding it difficult to understand.

She didn't understand why people were always unable to understand each other's feelings and thoughts. Even compatriots who could empathize with each other would have such hypocrisy. Was it those things that only restrained personal emotions and made people numb, hypocritical and cowardly?

Just when young Arturo was lost in confusion, a hand was placed on her head and rubbed it.

“This is where all your actions start, this is what’s inside of you?”

Roya's voice rang in Arturo's ears. She turned around and met those eyes shining like gold. Suddenly, she realized that the Roya without any racial characteristics she had seen before was not her illusion. She just felt the true self in Roya's heart at that time.

By taking advantage of Arturo's performance, Roya in turn resonated with her inner world. He wanted to see what Arturo's motives were. At first he thought that this performance was directed at Viviana, but soon discovered that Arturo's Originium skills seemed to be more centered around himself.

After a brief surprise, Arturo quickly calmed down. It was reasonable for Roya to appear here. He was the most special person among all Arturo's listeners so far.

"Yes, it seems that you are more special than I thought. This is the first time in all these years that someone can enter my heart."

Although he looked young, Arturo's consciousness was still that of his adult self, and looking at the people in front of him who had revealed his true thoughts, Arturo bowed slightly to Roya to apologize.

"I am truly sorry that you had to witness such an indecent scene."

"No, at least this is the real you. I thought you would be unhappy with me for entering your inner world without permission, but it seems that you didn't."

Roya sat next to Arturo, watching those people tear off their hypocritical masks and speak out their true thoughts. If this was Arturo's inner world, then he could more or less understand her motives.

Arturo, who has a keen sense of other people's emotions, can almost read people's minds. No matter who the person is, it is impossible for them to hide their true thoughts in front of her. However, Arturo never understood why people are always hypocritical until her mother told her that story.

This made Arturo understand that everyone living in this world is bound by various threads, and has been accustomed to living in this numb state of inertia of thinking since childhood. She herself should become a person who encourages giants, and she has the ability to become a person who encourages giants.

And she did witness the brilliance radiated by her mother as a "giant". Her mother Luciana's deeds were the origin of all her actions, and the performance of everyone at the funeral became the driving force for Arturo to embark on this path.

"I once heard that although the auras and wings of the Sakota people are different, they all have the ability to allow them to empathize and understand each other. Now it seems that this is an exaggeration?"

Roya looked at Arturo. She did not grow up like Viviana, but remained young. Her cute face had a smile that did not match her age, and there was a kind of emptiness that was difficult for others to detect.

Arturo reached out and stroked his cello, thinking for a moment.

"As you said, the Sakota people can indeed empathize to a certain extent, which allows them to understand each other's feelings, but you can also see that not everyone will open their hearts to others, and the Sakota people are no exception."

"So you want to play with everyone's emotions, untie the strings that bind them, and let everyone speak their mind openly and do what they really want to do. You even know what they want better than they do?"

Roya's summary made Arturo stunned, because Roya was right, Arturo really knew what they wanted better than many people, and she could listen to other people's feelings.

Last year, Arturo traveled to Sargon and was invited to perform publicly in the territory of a certain chief. She heard that the chief's subjects, who had long held grudges, were longing for a fire, but they did not dare to resist. They felt that they could not and dared not resist, so Arturo played their voices and sent the chief to the gallows surrounded by flames.

Although Arturo was wanted by Sargon afterwards, she did not feel that she had done anything wrong. At least the subjects only thanked her when they saw her off. If it were not for Arturo, they might not have known that they had such thoughts in their hearts until they died. But after doing so, they felt that they would not regret it.

Seeing Arturo nod, Roya continued to provoke her emotional fluctuations while letting his consciousness cover and sense her inner thoughts.

“If morality is a code of conduct that can safeguard social order, then you are undoubtedly the most dangerous criminal who regards morality as nothing;

"But if morality is the motivation and ability to understand and respect the experiences and emotions of others, you are arguably the most moral person I have ever met."

This is the best summary of Arturo that Roya has given so far. Her ability is a threat to the existing public order. If the order of modern society is maintained by people's self-restraint, then Arturo's ability is a threat to this order.

But this ability is the key to allowing others to search their inner selves and face their true thoughts. Who can deny that it is a wrong thing to let a person understand his own inner self?

Arturo never thought that she would receive such an evaluation from Roya. She felt that Roya did not like her behavior that arbitrarily aroused the emotional resonance of others. However, she did not expect that Roya did not blame her, but gave her such an objective evaluation instead.

"Can I take this as a compliment?"

"Just speaking of the facts, to be honest I don't really like you that much, but I sympathize with you."

In this inner world, Roya and Arturo are facing the real each other, and any trace of lying by the other party will be discovered, so Arturo feels that Roya's sympathy for him is not just nice talk.

Seeing the tears in Arturo's eyes, Roya let go of all his previous dissatisfaction with Arturo and just felt that she was a pitiful person.

"Arturo, you have never walked out of this funeral. You will always feel sad and regretful for your mother's death, and always feel angry and confused about the hypocrisy of these people.

"You have been playing for more than ten years and have listened to too many people's feelings and thoughts. You hope that everyone has no regrets in their hearts, but you have never truly understood other people's feelings. Your heart is empty."

When his consciousness expanded to Arturo's entire heart, Roya realized how empty the heart of this girl was. She wanted everyone to communicate with each other honestly and use emotional resonance and mutual understanding to bring people together to cross the gap called death, but she only existed as a container of emotions.

“People are born with pain and must face it. Your performance does make people face their inner feelings, but the results it brings are usually not satisfactory. Emotions are not enough to become the code of conduct for most people.

“You are a mirror, but when there is no one standing in front of you, can you reflect yourself?”

Roya stood up and suppressed the idea of ​​using Arturo's ability. Arturo would be of great use to Roya, and her Originium skills were constantly awakening Roya's thoughts. But what to do should be decided by Roya himself, and he never allowed his emotions to run wild.

"You are walking on a black-and-white road, but the world is a delicate gray. You just drift with the flow of other people's feelings, but you don't find many feelings that truly belong to you."

As Roya stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, Arturo and Viviana's consciousness returned to reality.

While the two were still in a daze, Luo Ya slowly stood up and prepared to leave. Entering into the inner world of two people continuously made him somewhat tired. He thought to himself that he was entangled by strange people and things again today. Could it be that he had a physique that attracted troubles?

Seeing that Roya was about to leave, Arturo chose to walk off the stage with his cello and come to Roya after a brief hesitation.

"Can I leave with you?"

When she asked this question, Arturo felt her heart suddenly relaxed. She even subconsciously thought that she might have come to Casimir just to meet Roya.

"why?"

The fire that was invisible to the naked eye gradually gathered together and turned into gorgeous flaming flowers. Although it looked harmless, it was enough to raze the theater to the ground.

Arturo's abilities were very useful to Roya, and he didn't mind having Arturo follow him, since she couldn't shake Roya's heart anyway. But he didn't think there was much about him that was worthy of Arturo following him.

"I think I can find the answers I want in you. Your mind is the most powerful I have ever seen."

Completely in control of his own feelings and heart, yet not bound by them, he is determined to do what he wants to do. Perhaps this kind of Roya is the answer that Arturo has always longed for, and this is what everyone should be like.

Having said that, Arturo still didn't understand why he cared so much about Roya. He was attracted to him from the moment he touched him. He even felt that staying in Roya was the best choice. Perhaps this was what the other Sacotas said, a kind of guidance and revelation from the Lord.

Thinking of this, Arturo took the initiative to hand over her cello to show her sincerity. She really wanted to stay with Roya.

"I won't cause you any trouble."

Luo Ya said nothing, but left on his own. However, this time he did not need anyone's support. All the fire flowers in the air, except the one in Viviana's hand, turned back into flames that were invisible to the naked eye, dissipating in the air to light the way for him.

But what Roya still didn't understand was why he was always associated with these weird people like Arturo. Arturo was not a dragon.

Without a direct refusal, Arturo understood that this was Roya's tacit consent to his request, and then turned around and bowed to Viviana, who was still dazed.

"I hope you can return to your hometown soon, ma'am."

After saying this, Arturo didn't even say a word to the theater manager, and left with Roya. She wanted to observe more and see if she could find the answers she wanted from Roya.

Only Viviana held the flower of eternal flame in her hands. She seemed to see the towers of Leitania and the bright sunrise in her memory that she and Roya had seen. She subconsciously chanted the name of her hometown.

"Letania..."

On top of a high tower of Ludwig University in Trilinterme, the capital of Leithania, a strange old man with a beard sat in a rocking chair enjoying his hard-earned leisure time. Few people came to disturb him, but the old man frowned unconsciously, obviously an uninvited guest had come.

"Ermengarde, if you don't know how to knock next time, I will throw you off the tower."

The shadows around him stretched out countless thin lines, and with the trembling of space, a young female witch appeared in front of the old man, holding her hat. She looked around and then returned to the old man.

"Teacher, after so many years, can't you change your temper?"

"I'm too lazy to change it. Tell me why you came to me. Don't tell me it's because of the civil war between the siblings. I have no interest in getting involved, and the lich will not get involved in any internal fighting between the Sarkaz."

As the old man spoke, he stretched out his hand, and the hot tea on the table automatically flew into his hand. Ermengarde was of course very clear about the rules he was talking about. That was the agreement made by the liches when they joined the Sarkaz clan thousands of years ago. The liches would never be swept away by the hatred in their blood like other Sarkaz.

And all this is thanks to someone. He made the liches record the correct history and told them how to hide themselves and prolong their lives. Ermengarde also came for him.

"So I came to you not because of the brother and sister, but because of that thing."

The warm tea spilled on the old man's collar. He didn't care about anything else. He sat up in the rocking chair and stared at Ermengarde.

"That person showed up?"

"Didn't you expect this a long time ago?"

Ermengarde glanced at the newspaper on the old man's desk, which reported what happened in Victoria. This meant that the other party had long realized that a new era belonging to Terra had arrived.

"But I still didn't expect it to happen while I was still alive. Do you know what this person did last time?"

"I know. The Four Emperors' Battle wiped out Gaul. You were the recorder beside him at that time."

As recorders of history and preservers of knowledge, the Liches knew many secrets about Terra, such as who was behind the Four-Nation War between Victoria, Lethania, Ursus and Gaul, the strongest country on Terra at the time.

"Yes, but this is not surprising considering what he has done. And it has only been fifty years... and the events of fifty years have reappeared in this world. This means that time is running out for that person on Terra."

As he spoke, the old lich walked to a bookshelf and took down a book. He opened it and took out something that was sandwiched between the books. It was a coin that looked like it was carved from white crystal. This was also the purpose of Ermengarde's trip.

"Here you go." The old lich casually threw the coin to Ermengarde, and he felt the burden on his shoulders lighten a little. "Hurry up and find him. It's best to find him before those guys with light bulbs on their heads."

Having a light bulb on his head is usually used to describe Sakota in Terra. Ermengarde put the silver coin into the triangular hole in his chest to avoid losing it, and then looked at his teacher with some confusion.

“Why should we be on guard against them?”

"Because those guys are not normal in their brains. The older the bloodline, the more likely they are to be attracted to that person. But those guys with light bulbs in their brains, regardless of whether they are ancient or not, are born with a high degree of admiration and affection for that person. Once they come into contact with him, who knows what they will do."

The old lich stroked his chin, his eyes full of disdain. Ermengarde knew very well where the Sakota people's natural affection for Roya came from.

"After all, if that person hadn't helped more than a thousand years ago, there would be no Sakota race."

After packing up her things, Ermengarde no longer had to worry about not being able to find Roya with this coin. However, she did have to find Roya first, after all, recording history was the job of the liches. As for the group of Sakota? She should just go back and eat their ice cream.

Watching Ermengarde leave, the old lich was about to take a sip of tea, but then he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have forgotten to tell Ermengarde something, which was that although their natural favorability towards Roya was not as high as that of Sakota, it was growing fast.

"But... Roya seems to like those with good figures. Ermengarde shouldn't stand a chance. The same goes for those people with halos on their heads."

After taking a sip of tea, the old lich knew very well that Terra would probably not be peaceful again in the future. He had to prepare early to avoid being beaten to death on the beach by the tide of the times.