Chapter 1461 Feather Pen, Who Are You?

Ser Egwene once told him the truth.

And now.

He also had to tell Bai Ye.

Lin En looked at him and said: "That is the real curse on the mistress. What really bothers the mistress is not the shackles, but the shadow derived from the light, and this should not be A secret that no one knows, as for most devotees..."

"This is tantamount to murder."

Bai Ye's face was as pale as paper.

Linn raised his head, his eyes filled with those heavy haloes.

He knew what Bai Ye saw.

In other words, after he saw the dark feathers left on the ground, he already understood everything that happened, because in this world, only when the dark fallen angel manifested, could Being able to ignore the death-binding curse on his body.

And those epidemic doctors obviously knew this and were willing to take risks.

Because as long as the mistress's curse is in full turmoil.

The emergence of the fallen angel is almost inevitable.

"It's not that they took away the mistress, it was that they finally found the opportunity to awaken the dark fallen angel they believed in, and awakened the dark side of the mistress."

This is the biggest secret of Night City.

This is also the reason why those epidemic doctors feel that they are still the most devout believers even if they betrayed, because in essence, they did not betray, but their faith was too thorough.

Lin En looked at Bai Ye complicatedly and said:

"Uncle."

"This is why I have been afraid to tell you this, and you also know that once some things are recognized as facts, our Night City may fall apart overnight."

Just like when you know that the Satan you have been fighting against for thousands of years is actually the God you believe in.

Lots of stuff.

It will literally collapse overnight.

Bai Ye's lips trembled and said: "Are you kidding? Lin En, you said that the betrayal of those epidemic doctors, including my teacher, including so many high-ranking night doctors in the past, was all because of something wrong with our mistress. ?Lynn, do you know what you are talking about?"

Lin En looked at him seriously and said, "I don't want you to waver, Uncle Bai Ye, and I know you won't."

Because of those who are shaken.

It's all because of people who doubt their ideas. Many people don't feel that this hell can be saved. So once they are bewitched by the dark side, they will easily switch to another camp. They will think that this hell can be saved. The dark mistress is real, and all this comes from the emptiness in their hearts.

Like true faith.

Not to a certain god or a certain symbol, but to those truly beautiful things that should be adhered to.

Bai Ye's eyes were already bloodshot.

He tightened his grip.

At that moment, he seemed to have aged dozens of years all of a sudden, and the black hair on his head seemed to become increasingly sparse.

"It's okay, I can tell the difference."

He is the Word at last.

But Linn didn't know what kind of confusion this was.

Lin En grabbed his rough hand and said solemnly: "Uncle, in fact, you only need to know one thing. There has never been any betrayal. The ideas that the mistress upholds are also what she insists on in her heart. That fallen angel It’s not her, that’s what the mistress has been fighting against all her life, and as long as you can tell the difference, everything is the same as before.”

It's only when you confuse them that real problems arise.

And he also believed in his Uncle Baiye.

We must be able to figure this out clearly.

Bai Ye was silent for a long time.

finally.

"I'm sorry, I have been hiding it all this time because I really don't know what to say..."

Because he still clearly remembers what happened that day, the pollution in the city, and those infiltrators who continued to commit suicide to release the disease, but what should he say, in order to protect your mistress? But at the last moment of the battle, you saw the dark wings unfold.

His eyes were vacant and tired.

"The mistress was not taken away...she left on her own..."

He remembered her eyes as she looked back at him at that moment.

It was a dark look that he would never forget in his life. He saw those epidemic doctors kneeling devoutly in front of her. Many of them were his most respected elders, those who had made countless contributions to the Night City. The oldest hero.

At that moment, his faith almost collapsed.

He remembered the invitation extended to him by those men to plunge into the darkness and chaos that was contrary to their own.

Lin En held his withered hand tightly, her eyes reflected his appearance, and said:

"Don't worry, I will definitely bring the mistress back intact. No matter it is the epidemic doctors or the flesh and blood dominators, I will not give them any chance again."

"I will bring the mistress back."

…

Many people can still only live in the ruins. Once the city that has stood here for thousands of years is destroyed, rebuilding it will definitely not be completed overnight.

But no one had the courage to approach at this time.

The appearance of the jailer, as well as the previous disaster that almost destroyed the entire hell, may have made all the roots of this hell tremble and only seek to protect themselves.

The quill still hasn't come back.

Ever since she disappeared.

He also asked many people, wanting to know what happened to her at that time.

He also tried to use the memories of the past to trace back, but the strange thing was that the scenes during that period seemed to have been forcibly erased, making it impossible for him to peek, but Lin En knew that someone who had the ability to take away his quill, It is possible and only possible that they are those at the jailer level, or in other words, those jailers.

He thought of the pig-headed butcher.

Although there were no witnesses, he understood that if he wanted to truly change the Night City, the first target must be the quills who stayed in the Night City.

He looked at the dim pen in his hand in silence.

Clench slowly.

So where are you?

Quill pen, you know? I really almost killed all of us. I summoned the darkness outside. I know too many secrets about this hell, but I survived, and I am saving us little by little. Everything lost.

But what I want to ask most now is...

My quill...

I have seen your appearance, and I have looked into your eyes, but do you know?

I have also seen a pair of familiar eyes like yours in those ancient memories that do not belong to me, in the fragments of reincarnations from one life to another. Can you tell me...

Who are you?

I really don’t want the people around me to be involved in a fate that has nothing to do with me.