When Ivan saw Gastens, he was standing in front of the window of the conference room commonly used by the council, watching the carnival people and soldiers in the square. The light of pyroxene hit his face through the window, and a pattern was reflected on his tired and haggard face. In the small conference room, several common council members did not appear. Ivan hesitated at the door for a while and walked in with Sinke.

"Ivan?!"

Gastens heard the sound and turned around, but saw a person he thought was dead. He opened his eyes wide in an instant, looked at the brother with a tired face and a little hesitant expression, and strode forward and hugged him.

"I thought you were dead! You were still alive! Just live! Just live!!!"

Ivan hesitated for a moment and reached out to hug Gastens. Compared to Gastens's joy when he saw him, Ivan's emotions were a little gloomy and hesitant. Not only did Sink notice this emotion, but even Gastens also noticed it.

"What's wrong? Unhappy? If you have any unhappy, tell me and I'll help you solve it!"

Gastens seemed to be a little excited because he finally won the battle. He reached out and patted Ivan on the shoulder, and the joy in his eyes came from the heart, which was obvious.

"It's good to be alive, it's good to be alive. We have too many people dead, really."

"Boss."

Ivan turned his head and looked at Gastens with an extremely serious expression.

"Are you a mage?"

"I'm not." Gastens looked at Ivan's appearance and vaguely guessed the reason for his depression. "I'm not a magician. I just happened to be a coincidence and could use the forbidden spell magic once, that's all."

Ivan was silent. He stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the people who were caring outside. They were dancing around a huge pyroxene lamppost, three circles inside and three circles outside, and almost everyone's faces were filled with happy smiles. Many young men and women even kissed under the attention of everyone, receiving waves of applause and cheering.

"Boss", while Ivan turned his back to Gastens, hiding the expression on his face.

"This time you took us out to fight, but I never blamed you. I have followed you from the beginning, and I have watched you create miracles after miracles with my own eyes, and I have watched you make communism from nothing to something, and make it what it is now. Even if you lose that battle, even if I die, as long as you can make you survive, as long as you can make Elena survive, I feel it is worth it! As you said, people cannot escape death, but we can choose our own way of death, right?"

Ivan's tone was very heavy, even with a hint of anger. Gastens and Sink both noticed his anger and did not say anything. Sink raised his hand and tried to say something, but was stopped by Gastens. He suppressed Sink's intention to speak, looked at the back in front of the window, waiting for him to continue to talk.

"Boss, do you know, when you left, when we were in the mountains, I really thought of dying. Six thousand people, a total of six thousand people, were all left outside by us. Belangel, Larenz, Rivi, Kraft, Krance, Hetva, so many people were dead, dead silently, we could not even find their bodies! We could not even give them a decent burial!! I felt uncomfortable, I watched them die, some of them were my comrades, some of them were soldiers I brought out, I watched them die, I could not do anything, I wish I could die for them!!!"

Ivan's hand pressed on the window frame clenched into a fist, and blue veins bloomed with his anger. Sink looked at the companion who walked out of the 19th Suicide Squad with him and gently rubbed his eyes.

"But!" Ivan turned around and looked directly at Gastens, "But I can't die! I must live because you are still alive! I must live because Elena is still there! I must live because the revolution has not yet won! I know that I will die one day, I know that I may die at any time, I am willing, I am willing. The road to victory in the revolution will eventually be paved by blood and life, and this is what you said, I remember clearly!"

Gastens stood up and looked at Ivan with a feeling of pain. He crossed his hands and placed them in front of his lower abdomen, stirring in pain.

"Along the way, we were chased away like dogs. So many people died in order to make you survive, and they all died fuckingly!!! So too, I am also prepared to die. The 723 people who left behind were all ready to die! We are willing, we are glorious, and we are proud, because this kind of death is meaningful!!!"

Sink stepped forward and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything. Ivan looked at him, then Gastens, and finally said the problem.

"But, but, if you are really a magician, if you can really put out the forbidden spell magic, why didn't you let it go earlier? Why did you watch your brothers die but don't want to put out that magic? You know they don't have to die, right? You know you can kill all those enemies alone, right? You know, you know, you know! You know!!!!"

As he spoke, Ivan went from a statement to a roar, and then from a roar to a cry. He was a big man, just standing there, looking at Gastens, looking at Sink, crying freely, with sadness and anger in his words.

"They all said you are the great magician! The great magician can do everything! When I came back, I saw those corpses and they all died! The enemies, tens of thousands of enemies, were all fucking dead under your magic! If you can easily kill so many people, why do you still have to fight to the death?! If you are the great magician, why do you still have to help you realize communism! With your strength, you don't need so much sacrifices at all, and you don't need so much life at all, so you can win the revolution! You are still watching us die, watching them die! Gastens, what do you think?!!! Are you playing with us?! You are talking the fuck!!!!"

"Ivan!!!"

Sinke couldn't bear to listen, and Ivan's thoughts exposed his most secret suspicion. He had the same question about this question, but he didn't even dare to think deeply. He didn't expect that Ivan would put this matter directly on the table. You know, even if Gastens personally admitted that he could only release this magic, there was no shortage of examples of the great magicians pretending that they could not release magic to lure enemies or play in the world. Whether Gastens could only release magic once, or was a big magician who was like a fake from beginning to end. In the game, he brought their group of hard-working revolutions to play, Sinke himself was not sure. However, according to Sinke's personality, even if he had doubts, he would choose a suitable time and a suitable way to communicate with someone who might be a great magician, rather than forcing himself and Gastens to a dead end.

"Don't talk!"

Ivan stared at Sinke, and the anger in his eyes shocked Sinke. He hadn't seen Ivan so angry for a long time, and the object of his anger was a man who might be a great magician. Even if that person was Gastens who crawled out of the suicide squad that he had used from the bottom of society and threw it from the army, when his name was prefixed with the Great Magician, everything had changed. The revolutionary friendship that was once intimate and shared life and death had appeared with that magic. The crack was deeply buried in the hearts of many people, growing and spreading quietly, and had turned into a gulf. And standing on the side of the gulf was the man that Sinke thought he had understood it for a long time, but found that he had never seen it clearly.

Gastens.

"Ivan", Gastens finally spoke, his tone was low and he was obviously not in high spirits.

"This matter is complicated to explain, and some things cannot be told to you now. However, with my life and the future of Elena, I have absolutely never despised your sacrifices and dedication, the efforts of each of you, the passing of each of your life, I remember, and I know! I will never, and will not, as you said, 'play' you!"

Ivan gasped and stared at Gastens. The crowd outside the window had already begun to call Gastens's name in unison. Every time Gastens' name was called, they would shout loudly, the Great Magician. The sound waves hit the window frame one after another, and came into the room, making the three people in the room a little embarrassed.

"And I will never lie to you! I can use magic once, but the prerequisite for using magic is to wear a special robe. I don't have this robe, but Luna Brewster has it! When I saw her, I knew that she brought one from the wizard tower and I took her in to keep a backup plan for myself. However, in order to avoid unnecessary suspicion, I never took the robe from her hand. Moreover, until I turned out the robe from her box, I didn't decide whether to release this magic! Releasing this magic is not as easy as you think-"

Although he was emotional, Gastens suddenly stopped. He could not say some things, and he could not reveal some things. Even when facing comrades who questioned himself, doubted himself, and no longer trusted him so much, he had to, and could only hold back those things and hide them deeply in his heart.

"It's not that I haven't seen your sacrifices, it's because I have seen your sacrifices, it's because I have seen everything you have done for Ailena that I decided that I decided not to fight fuck guerrillas! Don't go to the fuck Long March! Since I have a magic, why don't I use it!"

Gastens's voice was filled with a deep sadness and a hint of heaviness, but neither Sinke nor Ivan could understand Gastens's heaviness, just as they could not understand what choice the word Long March meant. They were just silent, looking at the angry Gastens, waiting for his explanation.

"I decided not to let you die in vain! I decided not to let everyone's sacrifices be in vain! I decided not to let the Elena, who we worked hard to build, give up people! That's why I went to find Luna, and, as I guess, her robe was still in place! I took the robe from her, put it on, and put that magic outside. Moreover, it is even more impossible for you to say that I deliberately did not put magic to watch you die! Before putting on that robe, when I went to war with you, I was just ordinary people, and I was injured and killed! Like you, I was taking my own life in the future of robe!"

Gastens's voice stopped, and he wiped the corners of his eyes, turned around, looked at the Communist Manifesto on the wall, and continued.

"As for why I didn't use magic earlier, it was because relying on magic, and magic that could only be used once, it was impossible to win the revolution! No matter how powerful a forbidden spell magic is, how big can it be? I killed more than 200,000 people today, which is already the greatest effect of this magic. How many people do you think you want to kill to win the revolution? Tell me, can you kill 200,000 people? If you kill only 200,000 people, you can win the revolution. Do you think I will not do it? Do you think I will put a shortcut and put myself and you in danger?"

Ivan shook his head gently and rubbed his hands silently. He was angry, but anger was not unreasonable. Gastens broke the truth and said it, so he could understand it naturally.

"And even if I am a great magician, I can release the forbidden spell without limit, but so what? The magician's life span is very long, but it will only last one or two hundred years. After one or two hundred years, what should I do if the revolution is dead? Will the revolution be destroyed by relying on the will of the great magician alone? If it is destroyed, what is the point of winning the revolution like this? I have told you before that I have always felt that the victory of the revolution must be created by the people themselves, and only the revolution created by the people themselves can continue, have the strongest vitality and survive!"

"grown ups……"

Although I don't understand some of what Gastens said, Ivan could feel Gastens' sincerity. He rubbed his hands crampedly and wiped the corners of his eyes, "I'm sorry, I'm a little excited..."

"I know," Gastens shrugged helplessly, "If it were me, I would be excited. After all, magic is too fantasy. Moreover, after the third great demon wave, it was impossible for a magician to exist. It was a coincidence that I could let this time, and it was impossible for me to reproduce it."

"What should we do next?" Sink interjected, and Gastens's answer to Ivan, although answered his doubts, did not completely eliminate the crack. However, after having an acceptable explanation, he decided to focus his attention more on the next strategy.

After all, there are still many things that Elena has to deal with now.

Ivan looked at Sink and knew that he no longer wanted to talk about this topic. He felt that the anger he had just now seemed a little unreasonable. Although most of his doubts had been eliminated, he also knew that it was not a good time to delve into this issue, so he continued to follow Sink's words.

"Yes, you used the forbidden spell magic to kill so many people in the Republic of Negro and Paul Gibson, and all countries will definitely be moved by the news. What should we do?"

Ivan also realized that the battle came to an abrupt end because of a magic, and the sudden victory did not mean that Elena could rest assured. What to do next still requires them to work together.

"I thought about this-"

Gastens had just spoken, but was interrupted by the guards who suddenly broke into the door. The man was the intelligence officer under Sink, who was looking at Gastens and Sink in the room with anxiety on his face.

"Chairman, Director Sink, Lord Daisy has found it!"

"Finished? Where is she? Why didn't she come to see me?" Gastens stepped forward, a little excited. There were too many things happening today. Although he had never found Daisy and had no time to find Daisy, he always missed her in his heart.

"Sir Daisy she--" The man glanced at Sink, hesitated for a moment, and gave an answer that almost made Gastens collapse.
Chapter completed!