Many years later, when the elderly Molkar picked up his pen and decided to get involved in this history about Angel... he was actually a little confused.

Unlike Grey and Jones, Angel's life trajectory is very clear. He has lived in Cartier since he was a child, and many people who watched him grow up can tell Molkar about Angel's various truths and pasts.

However, these "truths" made Molkar even more confused.

He complained to his assistant, the same old Bubble: "He has a very strange personality. He is stubborn and stubborn to the extreme, but without any oppression, he gave up his loyalty to the blood elves and betrayed the entire blood elves clan without any signs. This is a very abrupt transformation. Normally, shouldn't he have experienced any drastic changes before he can do this? I have never written such a protagonist."

Bubble thought for a long time and then told him: "Maybe he has never been loyal."

“Never?”

"Yes, just like I used to." Bubble smiled and said, "You know, I'm just an orphan, and I don't even have a memory of my mother. I've been wandering since I remember it. It's not because of that famine. In fact, I've been wandering until I met you. Who was around me before that?"

"Other stray children?" Molka asked with a frown.

"Yes, but not only. There are also homeless men. It may be old men, young men, women, everything is possible. There are thieves and robbers... The place where I live is at the bottom of the world, and all evil is performed by me. That is all about me. And I have nothing to do with them. Any homeless man may never wake up after sleeping in a certain winter. He may be caught or disappeared at any time. No one cares about them, nor will anyone care about me. We don't even need names to each other. The only help between them may be to keep warm with each other in winter, and more often, it is bullying and enslavement. You can't understand Angel, maybe it's not because he is too complicated, but because he is too simple, so simple that it is unbelievable."

Molkar looked at Bubble quietly, and after a while, he opened the notebook and picked up his pen: "So, tell me, tell me what you commented on him. I want to hear it."

"Okay." Bubble shrugged and continued: "He is actually a person who has not entered the normal value system at all, or he is not a person we normally recognize. What should we say? A person who is loyal to the country will not be loyal to the country from the beginning, but someone tells him to be loyal to the country, and he believes it will be loyal to the country. A person who is loyal to the race will not be loyal to the race from the beginning. Someone told him to do this, and then he will be loyal to the race. Without the initial recognition, there will be no so-called betrayal, let alone the so-called betrayal, and there will be no so-called betrayal if he needs to be oppressed."

"You mean no one told him?"

"Someone must have told him that there is no doubt about this, but whether he believes it or not is another matter. Don't forget that he is wary of everyone, including his parents. From a certain perspective, because of his brother's affairs, his obsession and yearning for magic, he was hostile to the whole world at the beginning. He had no sense of belonging to everything. In his eyes, there was only the dividing line between himself and the whole world. Therefore, betrayal was not a psychological burden for him."

...

On the long school road, Angel walked alone, and behind him was a little devil with wings flapping.

Countless students passed by him, some glaring at him, and some respecting him. But no matter which one, he did not respond.

...

"In his memoirs, we see clips about 'the bards often laugh at him'. But in fact, we have not found any songs about him. No one has composed such songs, nor has anyone sung them. No one has heard of the residents of Cartier. Before he really became a evil spirit, most people did not know who Angel was, nor did they know that the traitor Andrew had a younger brother. As for the little devil in the memoir... there is no evidence to prove his existence. There is no record in the records of heaven and hell that we finally got. Do you think with Angel's strength at that time, he could hide the devil to the point where even angels and demons could not be noticed?"

...

The wind blew gently, and the shadows of the trees outside the window swayed. Angel slowly pulled up the curtains of the laboratory, then took out the potion given by the toad demon, closed his eyes, and slowly drank it.

The surging magic began to stir in his body, seeping into his bloodline bit by bit.

In the midst of pain, he slowly smiled, with a hideous smile.

...

"so……"

"That's all imagined." Bubble smiled and said, "I often imagined when I was a child. When you isolate yourself from the whole world and are full of distrust of the world, only imagination can support you to continue to live. Sometimes, those imagined things are like real existences. Many times I can't even tell the truth, and sometimes, hallucinations are even more real than real. No minstrel has mocked him, and he is himself. No devil has seduced him, and he is also himself."

Molkar took a breath and stared at the bubble in a daze. His eyes widened.

Bubble smiled and continued, "When I was so hungry that I thought I was about to die, I had thought about whether human flesh could be eaten. When I was so cold that I was going to freeze, I also thought... If I die, what is the meaning of this world? There is a devil calling me. I just don't have the ability and determination like him. So I understand very much..."

...

"That's great... hahaha... so good. The potions from hell are indeed different. Is this the first step in transformation? This growth rate is what I want. It's what I want! If there are more... more... hahaha, the power of the abyss!"

His forehead was covered with sweat, and Angel kept struggling, struggling in pain. The equipment on the laboratory bench had been overturned by him. He fell to the ground, covering his chest, but his face was covered with a hideous smile. He kept muttering to himself.

...

"But he hasn't experienced the displaced life like you." Molka said seriously.

"Yes, but he stripped himself from the whole world like me." Bubble pursed his lips and continued: "When he stripped himself from the whole world, he would not hear any kindness or advice. More importantly, what I just said... he cannot enter the normal value system. He does not understand what patriotism is, nor does he know what the racial position has to do with himself. All the ambitions declarations are nonsense to him. He will only ask what he can get."

“Extremely selfish?”

"Yes. It's extremely selfish. In fact, everyone is selfish, but the degree of selfishness is different. Starting from the individual, then family, friends, country, and race, if he is influenced by normal culture, then he will instinctively accept the conventional morality. But he doesn't. He is blank in everything, and he puts himself on the opposite side of the whole world. In addition... he is also very talented. In fact, the root cause is here. There is no betrayal, because he has never been loyal at the beginning. He has always been lonely."

Molkar looked at the bubble quietly, silently, and paused for a long time.

Bubble smiled and continued, "Some people say that children's goodness is true goodness, but sometimes, children's evil is true evil. He is the proof. He is different from the whole world. All the unconventionalities are just projections."

...

The curtains in the laboratory were opened again.

The light poured out of the window shone on Angel's white and cold face,

Everything in the laboratory was neatly tidy, as if nothing had happened.

Looking at the view outside the window, Angel smiled slowly, then turned around and left the laboratory.

...

After being silent for a long time, Molkar took a deep breath and smiled: "I'm very glad you didn't become like him."

"Because I met you, you saved me." Bubble said: "Actually, I've always been a little curious. Why did you choose to save me at that time? You might have starved to death by yourself."

"I...I don't know either. Maybe it's because I hope someone treats me as much as I do to you. Or maybe...I thought you were my hallucination." As he said that, Molkar suddenly laughed, laughing unnaturally.

...

"Almost all mining areas have been raised to alert, and it is no longer possible to sneak in as easily as before."

"This is bad news, but there is nothing we can do. If you can't get the benefits, what's the point of destroying the mining area? After all, you have to negotiate first and then do things. You can't take action against all mining areas before the results come out. That means nothing to you."

"Yes, that's it. This prize finally made me feel like a prize. But I must be more careful next time. Someone must be investigating now, and we must be careful. Before being discovered, get as much benefits as possible."

"You're mentally prepared to be discovered?"

"Well... it's true. If it reaches this level and can make me jump three levels of magic potion in one breath, then as long as I become strong enough before I'm discovered, all problems will be solved."

"Have you thought it through?"

"In ten years, I have improved to a thousand years, which means I have made 990 years. This is simply better."

"Okay, since you have decided, then do it! Hahahaha!"

Under the setting sun, the sunlight shines quietly through the gaps of the branches of the divine wood, illuminating the road ahead of Angel. It is like a sea of ​​fire.
Chapter completed!