The accusation was serious to the point that Kun frowned and chuckled coldly.
Both him and Ya might possess astonishing powers, but they had to sacrifice their freedom for it.
They did this in order to achieve a certain goal, and because of a certain secret, there were a lot of bindings on Kun and Ya which they could never break any of. Should they disobey the rules, the consequences would be severe.
“What are you laughing at?” Ya looked at Kun in confusion. It was rare for him to care, but Kun was acting abnormally. Should Kun not argue back or show disdain at Ya’s accusation? Why would he chuckle coldly? The feeling was alien to Ya.
“Ya, are you concerned about my opinion?” Kun sat back down on the couch, his gaze deep and still. The answer he asked was beyond Ya’s expectation.
Ya was silenced. What should he answer? That he did not care? It would not work. He might not even bluff Shorty Twenty with his shallow lies, and Ya was so powerful that he had gotten used to the bluntness of their conversation instead of lying. His style was to be as straightforward as possible.
Therefore, could the conclusion be that he cared about Kun? It seemed a little strange.
Ya adjusted his body and changed his sitting posture as he did not answer and averted Kun’s gaze.
Kun did not care about Ya’s answer either. He accepted a glass of warm wine from Shorty Twenty and finished it in one gulp before he said, “You care, don’t you?
“Why do you care? Because it’s been too long, so long that even the lifeless machine changed and deviated from its usual precision. You and I have deviated, and that’s because we eventually have our own emotions. Our emotions cause bias, and bias will eventually lead to deviation.
“But, of course, I can’t show you the results caused by deviation. Still, after all this time, haven’t you learned? In the end, all you can do is bear with it. There are too many rules in the universe, but ultimately, they are just rules, aren’t they?”
Kun’s words were profound. Others might not understand what he said but Ya could.
Agitated, he waved his hand slightly, and the black cat on his knees keened in dissatisfaction before jumping off shortly after that.
“So, you let the deviation happen? Aren’t you going to correct your actions?” Ya waved his hand and a white cigarette appeared in his fingertips. The way he smoked the cigarette made him look even more handsome.
“Hoho? So, you won’t reject a deviated act like extinguishing the cigarette in your hand?” Kun glanced over at the cigarette.
Ya was stunned but did not extinguish the cigarette as Kun said. Instead, he remained quiet.
Kun chuckled and shook the sleeves of his robe. He lazily leaned back and said, “Actually, I didn’t do anything, did I? It is Liu He’s responsibility to inform the Dream Seeds about the rules and the decision is up to the Dream Seeds to make. As for what will happen inside, that’s a matter between the Dream Seeds, so how am I involved?
“Ya, everything I did is according to the rules. Why do you care about whether or not I’ve deviated from the rules? It’s been so long now. Don’t you understand that our hearts have deviated but making everything happen is based on God’s will?” Kun shut his eyes slightly. A strand of wintersweet flowers appeared in his fingers. He stroked the snow on the petals and his elegance was breathtaking.
“Is our deviation important when it comes to God’s will?”
Ya’s face became blurry behind the swirling smoke. He waved and the night sky of the Purple Moon appeared behind him. His deep eyes seemed to have penetrated the night sky as he gazed into the deepest part of the universe. “I’m waiting for God’s will to arrive, but what is it? Is it the once-glorious final law of the universe that has never been broken?”
“Hmph, who knows? I enjoy my time while I can. I don’t like to waste time thinking about other things. It’s too exhausting.” Kun widened his mouth and Shorty Twenty attentively fed him a perfectly grilled venison meat.
“Is that so? But I think your little ‘deviation’ went out of control in the Dream Domain.” Ya gave him a ridiculing smile.
Immediately, Kun sat up and gazed at the screen in the pavilion. He muttered, “You little bastard, why can’t you play according to the rules?”
“I suppose he must have known the building has secrets or he might have even learned the secrets of the building, and he doesn’t seem to be scared.” Gradually, Ya found Tang Ling’s actions interesting.
“You really hope things will get messier, don’t you?”
“Geez, why can’t he just simply get on with his main mission? I didn’t favor him. The difficulty of his main mission is the hardest of all.” Kun showed a helpless look, and if Tang Ling knew Kun was helpless as a result of his actions, he would be over the moon.
Ya chuckled without saying anything.
However, Kun showed delight again. “Look, everything is as God’s will. My deviation isn’t baseless. Of all your little toys, who else is more interesting than Tang Ling?”
“You assume that I’ve already lost. Hmph. There’s still some distance between Tang Ling and several of my Dream Seeds, especially that one…” Ya’s eyes were gleaming with confidence.
Kun did not argue or deny anything as he gently picked up a scarlet red cherry and put it into his mouth. “The game is only interesting when there’s competition. Besides, another interesting one has entered the dream. My hand is quite decent actually, and I have a better chance to win in the long run.”
Ya did not comment. He gazed into the screen and said, “Why don’t we keep watching?”
…
Pst!
As the sharp alloy dagger pierced a Fallen Knight’s head, it felt like a fruit knife cutting through a watermelon.
Tang Ling slowly pulled the dagger out.
He had snuck back into the building through an inconspicuous window and Fatty was in charge of diverting the other Fallen Knights and the black-robed figures at the entrance.
Their teamwork remained superb. At least, Tang Ling did not have much trouble sneaking in. He only ran into that unlucky Fallen Knight who looked rather anxious. Nevertheless, Tang Ling took him out silently.
Since he had killed the Fallen Knight, he did not want the body to go to waste, so he dragged it into an empty office quietly and changed into the knight’s armor.
The set of armor was great. It fit his body and covered almost every part of his body, even his face. At least, with his current physique, it did not look strange on him.
Tang Ling was looking for a storeroom. Without a doubt, the office building had such a storeroom that stored lamp oils, large amounts of animal fat and some firewood since all these were necessities. In the medieval age of the Light Continent, not having a light at night was terrifying, and on such a cold night, having no firewood to burn in the hearth was just as scary.
The storeroom was most probably in an inconspicuous corner on the first floor.
Tang Ling was casually moving across the first floor as if he was a responsible guard on patrol.
There were only a handful of Fallen Knights and no black-robed figures around. They might have swarmed towards somewhere else.
Tang Ling did not care and soon located the storeroom after turning around the corner of the branching corridor. He nodded in satisfaction when he checked the storeroom. He was not in a hurry as he closed the door and left.
Time was ticking. He expected more reinforcements from the enemy to appear after he killed the white-robed apologist, and he did not know when the secret of the building would be exposed.
He needed to hurry.
There were only a few more things that he had to do: locate the fatty’s backpack and lock all the windows from the first to the third floors.
There were only a dozen rooms on a single floor. Although Tang Ling was relaxed, he was fast. Of course, he would never let the chance to recover his strength slip. After he locked all the windows on the first floor, he took out the remaining Fallen Knights.
In his head, the number increased to 57/100.
43 more! I’m looking forward to it!
Tang Ling then went up to the second floor.
On the second floor, the air felt cooler. There were only a few Fallen Knights on patrol and no black-robed figures in sight.
His arrival from the first floor attracted the attention of the Fallen Knights.
“You, what are you doing up here?” one of them, who seemed to be the leader, yelled at him.
“Lock all the windows! The two goons down there caused some big trouble. Something has happened to our apologist! Before the reinforcements arrive, we cannot let anything or anyone out of here! Hurry!” Tang Ling sounded worried and serious with a tinge of indubitable dignity in his words.
The knight was surprised. Did something happen to the powerful lord apologist?
Tang Ling did not lie though. After all, he did kill the white-robed apologist and he had also interrogated one of the Fallen Knights on the first floor.
Of course, a mere Fallen Knight would never know the important secrets, so all the man said was, “Don’t release the devil, don’t release the devil…”
His words proved that Tang Ling was right about the building.
Tang Ling mimicked the Fallen Knight’s voice when he talked. It was not a difficult task for him since his Precise Instinct was able to precisely control his muscles, controlling his vocal cords to impersonate someone’s voice was not a problem.
While Tang Ling stayed calm, he saw the knight in front of him going blank, so he yelled, “Stop standing there! It’s the lord’s orders. The consequences of delaying the order aren’t something that you and I can bear!”
There was actually a black-robed figure guarding the entrance on the first floor, and even though Tang Ling did not know how to address the black-robed figures, calling them ‘lords’ would sound appropriate enough.
The Fallen Knight believed Tang Ling since shutting the windows sounded reasonable as well.
What a good assistant!
Tang Ling was pleased with the cooperation, so he started to search the second floor leisurely, hoping to find Fatty’s backpack there.
After coming back into the building and going up to the second floor, he saw the eerie flight of stairs leading to the third floor. However, he had a bad feeling about it and his instincts told him to stay away.
The third floor was actually where Tonnies’ office was. It was where he and Fatty went to after they escaped from the dungeon.
The accusation was serious to the point that Kun frowned and chuckled coldly.
Both him and Ya might possess astonishing powers, but they had to sacrifice their freedom for it.
They did this in order to achieve a certain goal, and because of a certain secret, there were a lot of bindings on Kun and Ya which they could never break any of. Should they disobey the rules, the consequences would be severe.
“What are you laughing at?” Ya looked at Kun in confusion. It was rare for him to care, but Kun was acting abnormally. Should Kun not argue back or show disdain at Ya’s accusation? Why would he chuckle coldly? The feeling was alien to Ya.
“Ya, are you concerned about my opinion?” Kun sat back down on the couch, his gaze deep and still. The answer he asked was beyond Ya’s expectation.
Ya was silenced. What should he answer? That he did not care? It would not work. He might not even bluff Shorty Twenty with his shallow lies, and Ya was so powerful that he had gotten used to the bluntness of their conversation instead of lying. His style was to be as straightforward as possible.
Therefore, could the conclusion be that he cared about Kun? It seemed a little strange.
Ya adjusted his body and changed his sitting posture as he did not answer and averted Kun’s gaze.
Kun did not care about Ya’s answer either. He accepted a glass of warm wine from Shorty Twenty and finished it in one gulp before he said, “You care, don’t you?
“Why do you care? Because it’s been too long, so long that even the lifeless machine changed and deviated from its usual precision. You and I have deviated, and that’s because we eventually have our own emotions. Our emotions cause bias, and bias will eventually lead to deviation.
“But, of course, I can’t show you the results caused by deviation. Still, after all this time, haven’t you learned? In the end, all you can do is bear with it. There are too many rules in the universe, but ultimately, they are just rules, aren’t they?”
Kun’s words were profound. Others might not understand what he said but Ya could.
Agitated, he waved his hand slightly, and the black cat on his knees keened in dissatisfaction before jumping off shortly after that.
“So, you let the deviation happen? Aren’t you going to correct your actions?” Ya waved his hand and a white cigarette appeared in his fingertips. The way he smoked the cigarette made him look even more handsome.
“Hoho? So, you won’t reject a deviated act like extinguishing the cigarette in your hand?” Kun glanced over at the cigarette.
Ya was stunned but did not extinguish the cigarette as Kun said. Instead, he remained quiet.
Kun chuckled and shook the sleeves of his robe. He lazily leaned back and said, “Actually, I didn’t do anything, did I? It is Liu He’s responsibility to inform the Dream Seeds about the rules and the decision is up to the Dream Seeds to make. As for what will happen inside, that’s a matter between the Dream Seeds, so how am I involved?
“Ya, everything I did is according to the rules. Why do you care about whether or not I’ve deviated from the rules? It’s been so long now. Don’t you understand that our hearts have deviated but making everything happen is based on God’s will?” Kun shut his eyes slightly. A strand of wintersweet flowers appeared in his fingers. He stroked the snow on the petals and his elegance was breathtaking.
“Is our deviation important when it comes to God’s will?”
Ya’s face became blurry behind the swirling smoke. He waved and the night sky of the Purple Moon appeared behind him. His deep eyes seemed to have penetrated the night sky as he gazed into the deepest part of the universe. “I’m waiting for God’s will to arrive, but what is it? Is it the once-glorious final law of the universe that has never been broken?”
“Hmph, who knows? I enjoy my time while I can. I don’t like to waste time thinking about other things. It’s too exhausting.” Kun widened his mouth and Shorty Twenty attentively fed him a perfectly grilled venison meat.
“Is that so? But I think your little ‘deviation’ went out of control in the Dream Domain.” Ya gave him a ridiculing smile.
Immediately, Kun sat up and gazed at the screen in the pavilion. He muttered, “You little bastard, why can’t you play according to the rules?”
“I suppose he must have known the building has secrets or he might have even learned the secrets of the building, and he doesn’t seem to be scared.” Gradually, Ya found Tang Ling’s actions interesting.
“You really hope things will get messier, don’t you?”
“Geez, why can’t he just simply get on with his main mission? I didn’t favor him. The difficulty of his main mission is the hardest of all.” Kun showed a helpless look, and if Tang Ling knew Kun was helpless as a result of his actions, he would be over the moon.
Ya chuckled without saying anything.
However, Kun showed delight again. “Look, everything is as God’s will. My deviation isn’t baseless. Of all your little toys, who else is more interesting than Tang Ling?”
“You assume that I’ve already lost. Hmph. There’s still some distance between Tang Ling and several of my Dream Seeds, especially that one…” Ya’s eyes were gleaming with confidence.
Kun did not argue or deny anything as he gently picked up a scarlet red cherry and put it into his mouth. “The game is only interesting when there’s competition. Besides, another interesting one has entered the dream. My hand is quite decent actually, and I have a better chance to win in the long run.”
Ya did not comment. He gazed into the screen and said, “Why don’t we keep watching?”
…
Pst!
As the sharp alloy dagger pierced a Fallen Knight’s head, it felt like a fruit knife cutting through a watermelon.
Tang Ling slowly pulled the dagger out.
He had snuck back into the building through an inconspicuous window and Fatty was in charge of diverting the other Fallen Knights and the black-robed figures at the entrance.
Their teamwork remained superb. At least, Tang Ling did not have much trouble sneaking in. He only ran into that unlucky Fallen Knight who looked rather anxious. Nevertheless, Tang Ling took him out silently.
Since he had killed the Fallen Knight, he did not want the body to go to waste, so he dragged it into an empty office quietly and changed into the knight’s armor.
The set of armor was great. It fit his body and covered almost every part of his body, even his face. At least, with his current physique, it did not look strange on him.
Tang Ling was looking for a storeroom. Without a doubt, the office building had such a storeroom that stored lamp oils, large amounts of animal fat and some firewood since all these were necessities. In the medieval age of the Light Continent, not having a light at night was terrifying, and on such a cold night, having no firewood to burn in the hearth was just as scary.
The storeroom was most probably in an inconspicuous corner on the first floor.
Tang Ling was casually moving across the first floor as if he was a responsible guard on patrol.
There were only a handful of Fallen Knights and no black-robed figures around. They might have swarmed towards somewhere else.
Tang Ling did not care and soon located the storeroom after turning around the corner of the branching corridor. He nodded in satisfaction when he checked the storeroom. He was not in a hurry as he closed the door and left.
Time was ticking. He expected more reinforcements from the enemy to appear after he killed the white-robed apologist, and he did not know when the secret of the building would be exposed.
He needed to hurry.
There were only a few more things that he had to do: locate the fatty’s backpack and lock all the windows from the first to the third floors.
There were only a dozen rooms on a single floor. Although Tang Ling was relaxed, he was fast. Of course, he would never let the chance to recover his strength slip. After he locked all the windows on the first floor, he took out the remaining Fallen Knights.
In his head, the number increased to 57/100.
43 more! I’m looking forward to it!
Tang Ling then went up to the second floor.
On the second floor, the air felt cooler. There were only a few Fallen Knights on patrol and no black-robed figures in sight.
His arrival from the first floor attracted the attention of the Fallen Knights.
“You, what are you doing up here?” one of them, who seemed to be the leader, yelled at him.
“Lock all the windows! The two goons down there caused some big trouble. Something has happened to our apologist! Before the reinforcements arrive, we cannot let anything or anyone out of here! Hurry!” Tang Ling sounded worried and serious with a tinge of indubitable dignity in his words.
The knight was surprised. Did something happen to the powerful lord apologist?
Tang Ling did not lie though. After all, he did kill the white-robed apologist and he had also interrogated one of the Fallen Knights on the first floor.
Of course, a mere Fallen Knight would never know the important secrets, so all the man said was, “Don’t release the devil, don’t release the devil…”
His words proved that Tang Ling was right about the building.
Tang Ling mimicked the Fallen Knight’s voice when he talked. It was not a difficult task for him since his Precise Instinct was able to precisely control his muscles, controlling his vocal cords to impersonate someone’s voice was not a problem.
While Tang Ling stayed calm, he saw the knight in front of him going blank, so he yelled, “Stop standing there! It’s the lord’s orders. The consequences of delaying the order aren’t something that you and I can bear!”
There was actually a black-robed figure guarding the entrance on the first floor, and even though Tang Ling did not know how to address the black-robed figures, calling them ‘lords’ would sound appropriate enough.
The Fallen Knight believed Tang Ling since shutting the windows sounded reasonable as well.
What a good assistant!
Tang Ling was pleased with the cooperation, so he started to search the second floor leisurely, hoping to find Fatty’s backpack there.
After coming back into the building and going up to the second floor, he saw the eerie flight of stairs leading to the third floor. However, he had a bad feeling about it and his instincts told him to stay away.
The third floor was actually where Tonnies’ office was. It was where he and Fatty went to after they escaped from the dungeon.
