Although Ivan knew how small the chance of successfully fighting the emperor was, and although Ivan knew that the emperor's army was invincible, when he really confirmed that this civilization that he had placed great hopes disappeared, deep frustration and despair still enveloped Ivan again.txt e-book download**

Although Ivan had been tortured by this despair before, he always thought that his nerves could see through everything and let it go... but the facts still proved that he could not do it.

In his latest shelter, Ivan hugged himself tightly, curled up, cut off the lighting technique, allowing himself to experience the most complete darkness. There was nothing in the shelter, except his thumping heartbeat and his dull breathing.

Ivan remembered that the days before the Apple committed suicide were the same as himself now. A few days later, when Ivan went to see him, he found that his space was filled with blood-red condensed solids, just like the fruits produced by the tree of life at the last moment.

Ivan released an eye of space to let it penetrate his skin. He saw the red liquid flowing in the blue blood vessels, just like the magma that was longing to burst out from the ground. For the mage, suicide can be done very much. Just open the blood vessels to the outside world, and the mage himself can see the flowers blooming with his own life.

Magic had almost taken shape in Ivan's mind, but Ivan had not yet made up his last courage.

Is this your ending?

When the blood flows dry, his body will float in the air like a well-preserved mummy. In a few days, the body will gradually begin to gradually turn into rotten, crawling with white maggots. Decades or hundreds of years later, someone may find this place. When he enters this refuge and sees the words of corpse floating in the air, Ivan can imagine his eyes. He will be extremely surprised, excited, and panic. When he finally realizes that this is not a trap, the owner of this corpse will use all his strength to point at his bones and scold, "Idiot, the number one idiot in the world, coward, I have found this place for several years, but what I found is a broken bone... How good would it be if you were alive..."

He would, like he had done before, curse in this refuge for one day, two days, or even longer, until he had almost vented all his despair and suppression, take out a scroll, remember the address here, and add a name - he would not know his name, because he did not leave any name here, maybe he would name it according to his skeleton, maybe it would be called Skinny Sheep Bone...

Ivan reached out and gently stroked his index and middle fingers. A sheepskin scroll appeared in his hand. Then he turned on the lighting technique and slowly unfolded the sheepskin scroll. He saw the records he had made on this scroll, the little lamb bone, the big féi cow...

They used to be mages, but in the end, they all became a clumsy code name on this piece of paper. They were not in a desperate situation. Among these planes, Ivan even found a lot of legacy they left behind - the safe planes they discovered. They committed suicide entirely because of despair. Few people could actually kill the mages, and most of the murderers were mages themselves. Tool: no ads, full text, and more

Ivan, who was a little more awake, realized that he was on the verge of collapse. If he continued to let himself go, then what was waiting for him might be destruction.

A mage once told Ivan that when he felt that he was almost unable to think about it, do something he had never done before and find something new to his life.

...

The mage is not the kind of person who lacks a sense of superiority. In fact, as a mage, no matter where he goes, as long as others know his identity, he will inevitably gain envious eyes. In his previous experience, he has pretended to be a god and was worshipped once or twice. As mentioned earlier, he was even regarded as a savior by the entire plane.

Ivan used to think that the kind of civilians who gain pleasure entirely through sensory experience were "low-level" and sad, but he never thought that one day he would become such a person.

If a mage wants to find fault in the civilian world, there are too many opportunities.

This was the first time Ivan wore armor. Because of the long-term lack of exercise in the shelter, he felt that the well-made plate armor was so heavy that he could hardly breathe. The big sword in his hand made him feel even more embarrassed. He tried to wave it, and the sword in his hand was like an iron hammer. Without moving twice, he felt a little panting.

He is no longer suitable to continue to be a knight, Ivan thought sadly.

Ivan's clumsy movements made his opponent, a strong man who was one head taller than him, bent over his smile. The other party skillfully waved a one-handed sword with one hand and a half-body shield in front of him. Although he was not familiar with the customs of this plane, the huā pattern and words on the shield should mean that the other party was a nobleman, and it was indeed the case, depending on his appearance.

Well, dying under the sword of a knight can be regarded as a dream I had when I was a teenager.

Ivan originally thought that looking at the civilian world should make him commit suicide gradually faded, but he found that Ivan saw a shop selling armor in this city. He bought a set of armor that could barely fit and picked up a ready-made sword from the store. He thought that doing so would make him happy, but he didn't.

When he left the shop, he saw several men teasing around a kid holding a cow. The kid dodged in panic. Ivan chose the current one from among these people. He took off his gloves, walked to the man, and threw the gloves hard on the man's face.

Maybe the customs of this world are not like this, but it doesn't matter. Ivan successfully saw the other party's face flushed because of anger. He drew out his sword, took the shield on his back, and made a posture that seemed to be fighting. Then he spoke and said to Ivan "…&%%#".

Without magic, Ivan cannot understand any plane, but Ivan is not going to use magic now. At the moment when the other party draws his sword, he secretly said to himself, just this time, if you can win without magic, then continue to live, otherwise, this is your death, a rusty knight sword, the stranger in front of you whom you never know, a tragic street duel, is the end of your life and the end of pain.

Ivan used all his strength to raise his sword and slashed at the other party. The other party leaned his head to the right. While easily dodging, the sword in his hand poked towards Ivan's neck like a ghost.

Ivan's hand was not fast, but as a sensitive mage, his observation speed was absolutely first-class. He noticed it when the other party was doing the movement, but this was basically useless. In the past, he only had to move his brain when he wanted to do anything, but now he needed to move his body.

The mage's body was so spoiled that Ivan lowered his head and wanted to avoid it, but when he was hiding halfway, he felt like his head was hit by a sledgehammer, and there was a buzzing roar in his head.

"The helmet is of good quality," Ivan's body was almost collapsed by this powerful blow, and the sword in his hand was also dropped to the ground, but his mind was extremely clear thinking about the details that were not relevant, "Oh, maybe his sword is too dull, and he should have slashed my head with one sword."

Ivan raised his head and took off his helmet that had been smashed. A stream of blood flowed down his side face, but he didn't feel any pain at all, but instead began to smile at his opponent.

The opponent raised the sword, and Ivan closed his eyes calmly, waiting for his last moment. At this moment, Ivan felt as if he had become relaxed for no reason, and he could not feel the heavy feeling in his heart. He knew the source of his ease. He felt that this method was easier for him to accept than suicide.

But this moment seemed an extra long. Ivan didn't know if it was a problem with his time. He waited for a few seconds, but he did not respond. He opened his eyes, but was surprised to find that the child he had just saved was spreading his hands, his body trembling, blocking him like an eagle protector. Not far away, a rolling bull bucket fell to the ground, and the air was filled with the unique fragrance of the product.

After the opponent left with a look of contempt, the nv child turned around and showed him the bleeding wound on his head in a hurry. Ivan saw that she was talking to him with her mouth, but he couldn't understand a word.

He raised his hand to the nv kid's head, which made the accent in the other person's mouth easier to understand. She was caring about her injuries.

Ivan shook his head and said he was fine. He struggled to stand up, picked up the helmet that had been smashed from the ground, looked at it, and put it on top of his head. The crowd around him pointed at him, like a group of annoying sparrows.

The feeling of ease just now, but now Ivan can no longer feel it, as if the helmet on his head is a controller. The only difference from the moment was that he felt that he had not died like he had just now.

Humans are such a ridiculous creature. The instant feeling is never reliable. How many years will it take for them to die next time? Ten years? One hundred years? Two hundred years? Or longer?

Just thinking of these numbers, Ivan felt a dry and colic.

At this time, the crying of the child beside him attracted Ivan's attention. He raised his head and saw her staring at the white flowing all over the ground in a daze.

She is an ordinary servant who gives cows, and is the lowest-level one in the noble family. For her, this bucket of cows may face a preaching or even a whip from the housekeeper...

Her appearance was a blessing and a disaster for her. She was even blaming herself. If she didn't show up, she would be entangled for a while and she would be able to return smoothly, but now...

Conscious investigation has almost become Ivan's instinct. When the thought of death gradually fades away, the habits that have been developed for a long time have allowed Ivan to regain their habits.

"Forget it," Ivan said to himself in his heart, "what she longs for the most is enough to give her one as an apology."

The child's crying stopped, and her consciousness began to think uncontrollably under the influence of suggestive techniques. When she returned to consciousness, her face flushed uncontrollably.

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