hsntnovel Chapter 671: The Fool’s Monologue (1)
Chapter 671: The Fool’s Monologue (1)
"Sages think they know everything, but we understand the morality behind those foolish actions.
In a war situation, there is no such thing as abandonment.
Because for this chess game, "checkmate" is not the end point. "
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(Warm Tips: For details, please refer to [Special Chapter: Winter Night Foolish Play], which is between Chapter 56 and 57.)
The mournful elegy echoed in the auditorium, ethereal and pleasant to the ears, yet also deeply saddening.
The voice of the girl is always so ethereal, and her voice always contains an ancient loneliness. Now, she is alone.
And those fellow creatures who once licked each other's wounds are now sleeping in the ice coffin beneath her... That is the great power of the Queen, which isolates them from all disturbances and grants the deceased absolute peace.
What kind of loneliness is that, spanning eternity and striking the soul. Buried under the ice coffin is not only an ordinary life, but also the extinguished soul of a young girl.
What a pity that was, she had already lost the qualification without even having the chance to try, and only a cold shell was left, which she could not "bless".
How tragic it was, he was so disgusted with sacrificing himself yet he achieved the greatest sacrifice... With his own strength and the sacrifice of a mortal, he created a unique miracle.
Multiple complex emotions mixed in the song, adding a touch of sadness to the solemn atmosphere. The elegy echoing in the hall was the girl's fiery and sad emotion.
Columbia had not experienced such big emotional ups and downs for a long time. The person in the coffin was regarded by her as a fellow being, but now he was gone.
She has no one like her, a lonely soul whose tribe no longer exists, and now she has lost even the other soul she could travel with.
Zuo Xi...May you rest in peace.
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From time to time, there was a "tapping" sound on the floor, like the sound of something hard hitting the floor... That was the inevitable sound when the cane touched the floor.
A group of executives gathered here, and there was one whose appearance was obviously more different from the others.
Elf-like ears and a nose as long as Pinocchio's. If the skin is dyed the same color as Kappa, this look will become well-known.
Oh... that was just a joke. Our mayor, [Rooster] Pucciniella, is already quite outstanding in terms of temperament.
Even the mayor, who is usually calm and never shows his emotions, actually showed some real emotions at this moment... What a pity.
Even with some incredible.
It was not until today, when he saw the solemn ice coffin in the center, that he was finally convinced that the magical and cunning guy had really met his end.
Since the Queen discovered that person, Dongdong has experienced earth-shaking changes. Whether it is people's livelihood or other things, they are all advancing rapidly and joyfully under the other party's invention.
Today, the normal operation of the winter can be said to be inseparable from these various machines. The social problems caused by the large-scale and widespread mechanical failures in the past few days are a good proof of this point.
So the mayor is having a headache now. Although mechanical failures have not occurred frequently since then, it is foreseeable that now that Dongzhidong has lost Motal, he will inevitably face various similar problems of varying sizes.
Even if we put these things aside, Motar's death is still regrettable.
Pucciniella has seen many people in his life, some extraordinary and some mediocre. He has witnessed many stars from shining to falling, and many rotten woods from falling to decay.
And in this long life experience, Motar can still be called "unique".
He was a human being, that was for sure, and physically speaking, Mortar lived up to his codename of executive officer.
To put it bluntly, with just a breath from his old bones, he might be able to kill the unsuspecting Motar.
But the achievements of such a mortal are jaw-dropping - no one will not break out in a cold sweat after reading Motar's resume, even if he is a god - this is Puccini's most intuitive evaluation of this genius.
In other aspects besides technology, Motar is still amazing... Having been the mayor for so long, there are not many people who can impress him with their political means, and Motar is the only one who can compete with him.
Now, the genius has finally fallen. This is a loss for Winter Solstice, and even for Teyvat... God is jealous of his talent.
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Opposite Puccini, a black-haired man wearing glasses and squinting eyes was quietly fiddling with a Mora in his hand.
Those who knew him well knew that this was a sign of the banker's inner unrest... Well, actually not many people could be said to be "familiar with him".
Unfortunately, the one in the coffin is one of them.
As a wealthy businessman in Zhidong, even he could not help but feel jealous of the speed at which Motar made money.
Everyone knows that arms make money, but not everyone has the ability to do arms business, and not everyone can monopolize arms.
Motar did it, and it was a world-class monopoly.
To this day, weapons that have been eliminated by Dongzhidong for several generations are still exported to Nata or other countries, and these weapons that have been deliberately selected by Dongzhidong can still achieve a monopoly level in the entire Teyvat.
This alone is enough to make Pantalone jealous, but the vampire Motal is not satisfied with this... he still wants to get a share of the civilian business.
As for the arms, Pantalone was jealous, but he knew he couldn't intervene. So he could only watch others make money.
But trade in people's livelihood has touched his cake, and he has to fight back... No wonder.
Motar's arrival did not cause much impact on his existing trade. Instead, his presence made the original pie bigger.
The rapid development of productivity has brought countless benefits to Pantalone. While he is grateful for the "big cake" brought by Motar, he is also thinking about how to get as much of this cake as possible.
However, he failed to achieve his wish. He felt that he did not suffer too many losses and his various plans were proceeding smoothly... But in the end, he discovered that his gains were far lower than expected, while Motar had reaped the benefits more than once.
It may happen once or twice but if it happens too many times even a fool can see that there is a problem.
Pantalone was no fool. He realized that Motar's methods were evil and his hidden cards were unfathomable, and that the expansion of the "cake" was inseparable from his contribution to productivity... After realizing this, he changed the way he treated this new colleague.
Since being enemies is so difficult, why not work together as friends?
Pantalone can be said to be the one who regrets the death of Mortar the most. After all, if you earn one less Mora, you lose one Mora. When Pantalone thinks about losing money every day, his heart is bleeding.
As for regret and sadness... maybe there is still a little bit. After so many years of intrigue, I can't say I appreciate each other, but I still appreciate it.
Pantalone placed the Namora in his hand on the ice coffin... one, no more.
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Rosalin threw the Mora into the corner, then stared at Pantalone with a cold expression as if she was looking at a corpse.
Seeing the other party shrug, Rosalin was unwilling to continue to care about it. When her eyes returned to the ice coffin, the coldness in her eyes melted, replaced by a complex and gentle expression.
She saw with her own eyes the blade piercing his heart, and she was helpless and powerless to do anything.
He could only attack the damn rock elemental shield in vain, and there was no way he could advance even a little bit.
She lived with regrets all her life. Five hundred years ago, she arrived too late and was unable to see her beloved Rustan even for the last time.
Fortunately, Zuo Xi made up for this regret for her, allowing her to live out the ordinary life that should have belonged to them with Rustan's soul in her dreams.
She let go of her regrets and said goodbye to the past. She swore in her heart that her life from now on would be controlled by the Queen and Zuo Xi... and then, at the last moment of her life, she still could not do anything.
After all, what is the difference between this and five hundred years ago? Five hundred years ago, I missed everything. Although I didn't miss anything this time, what has changed?
Nothing has changed... She is still the same person who lost everything, she is still the useless person who can do nothing but be helpless and furious.
But she didn't intend to give in... Zuo Xi made up for her regrets last time and gave her a perfect experience.
This time, she wants to make up for this regret herself...at any cost.
I hope it is as magical as the legend says, the Red King’s legacy - the Garden of Silence.