Uriel thought he had already broken free from the bones of the dead. "I lost my, my family." He restrained his emotions before continuing. "Many people lost their homes and relatives and friends. It was a nightmare. In fact, it was a continuation of another nightmare." Danlfin's crying face flashed before Uriel's eyes. Not only me, Mr. Ez's friend was killed first, and even Gavin, he could have gone on another path.

"I am more accustomed to using the place where we become demons as our hometown," Wittke replied. "This is our habit. Most of us cannot live a good life in the place where we are born, and later our companions unanimously decided to use the place where we become the place where we become the place where we are."

"This power has made your situation better."

"It was indeed the case before the demon hunter was discovered." The sheriff admitted.

Uriel hesitated for a long time and said his own thoughts. "In my opinion, Mr. Wittke, the power of the demon is just magic. It is not much different from mystery. As long as you are careful, this secret will always be a secret."

"Be careful"

"For example, I mean, never use the power of the demon." Ulier saw the sheriff's gaze gradually becoming weird, but he still said with a thorn in his mouth. "Just pretend it does not exist and ignore you and you are still the same. No one knows that you are a demon, and this power cannot change you."

"As you said," Wittke spoke, as if he had considered this issue a long time ago. "Let's assume that an ordinary person suddenly got magic without rituals. Well, this magic might be."

"Invisible." Urial interface.

"Well, invisible. Next we pretend that it is not there, it is conceivable that life keeps calm, work as usual, not going to church services but only buying indulgences, avoiding possible exposure, keeping our mouths to everyone, never using it for profit."

“This can be done.”

“This is the ideal state.”

Uriel motioned him to continue.

"But life is not static. Even if the future you can see is not turbulent, the actions of others will disrupt your life. Everyone's destiny is not just his own destiny. Just like one day when this person encounters a robbery, using magic is the only way to escape, he will have no choice. Or it is more serious, he chooses to kill the robbers in order to keep the secret."

"No, there is no need." said the apprentice. "The secret is known and can be kept away from them. I mean, as long as he is willing to find a way, things can always be solved, and people always have excuses."

Wittkeshazo heard a firm belief in his voice. "Is there always a way?" he was thinking.

"When people think about it optimistically, they have no choice but to find more possibilities." Ulier remembered his habit of reading newspapers that he picked up again. In the tower, he had a better source of knowledge. "We know more and think more. The demon uses his power to tempt people to fall, often on the premise that he knows the price of doing so. But if he can see another direction before the destined tortuous road begins, then the power of the demon is no longer a temptation."

"It can be seen that people only take risks when they are desperate." Wittke said gently.

The moonlight in the bedroom ripples quietly.

Gradually, a person appeared on the empty chair behind the apprentice. The button worker's expression was unpredictable. No one was surprised by his appearance. He stood up and walked silently on Mrs. Ferner's floor. The inquiry downstairs continued.

"Mr. Gunther." Uriel called him. "We are here to find you."

Compared to Andrew Ferner, Gunther, who has a close relationship with Hobson, must know more. Perhaps he knew it because Bertha met Hobson, or he had contacted Bertha through Hobson. In any case, when Hobson planned to murder a church priest, he could not pull a stranger on the street. His accomplices must be trusted, and good enough is excellent in action.

"We will help you, sir." Wittke said in a soft voice with a fierce face. "We have kept your secrets, and each will be no exception."

A ripples of pain flew across Gunther's face.

"I never thought she would commit suicide."

Finally, he spoke. "Your assumption is logical. One day, the person who is determined to hide the secret forever encountered a choice. At that time, he thought he had only one way to go, so he had to go up. He was no longer himself. This is the beginning of the story."

Uriel and Witke listen quietly.

"There are always people in this world who don't like a peaceful life. Most of these people are adventurers. Of course, there are more nobles. They are not the low-level aristocrats who are content with the status quo, but ambitious and eager for glory. They repeatedly tax the territory, expand their army, hoard wheat from the market, acquire weapons, provoke discord in parliament, and get votes. In the end, they call for war and get what they want." The storyteller inserted a meaningful silence here. "You know that there are not very few such people, yes, not a little bit, right? Their choice should have nothing to do with the life of this ordinary person, but there are no two unrelated things in this world."

"We live in the fate of others." Wittke whispered.

Gunther nodded. "In this way, the war broke out between the two countries. The future of countless people was dragged into this vortex, and a complete and forever twist." At this time, he turned his head and looked directly at his apprentice. "The recent disaster of the undead is Four Leaf City. You are from Eastman."

Uriel is sure that he hasn't mentioned Eastman. He knows my homeland. How is this possible unless

"I'm from Motouge," Gunther said, "there's nowhere on the map now. Forty years ago, neighboring Eastman captured our last Berret Castle, and a large number of refugees moved to San Carlos, the city of fog after the war."

Uriel was so surprised that he couldn't speak.

"The goddess is above." He didn't know that he actually felt a little belonging to Eastman of Knox. "White Gorge City in the West." When he first arrived at Knox, he also learned about this strange place name.

"That's Mottog's capital."

The apprentice was speechless for a moment.

"War changed everything, and everyone's future trajectory was broken. I don't know much about the Raven War. At that time, I was not yet an adult, but the nightmare came without asking the reason. Of course, I didn't have to go to the battlefield or even face the chaotic city. In order to fill my stomach, I used magic to smuggle with my mother to San Carlos." Gunther smiled. "This is not the first time I have used the power of the demon. My mother is a staunch believer in Gaia. She wants me to restrain myself and warn me not to be swallowed by the darkness. The demon will not give you benefits for free, and it will cost to use it. If you don't fall on purpose, the goddess will forgive you. I am so grateful to her."

"She is such a great mother." Wittke exclaimed.

"She died soon. The air in Mist City caused her to suffer from severe lung disease, and the doctor was helpless, and so did my magic." Gunther lowered his head, "She was my price."

Ulier silently prayed for her. At the cost. The apprentice began to face the word and vaguely felt that his words were not unreasonable.

"It's not your fault." The sheriff told him seriously, "Although the power of the nameless comes from the demon, we don't need to pay for it. It is magic, just a part of the fire when used. Fate has its own gear. When the goddess wants the kind to accompany Him, the suffering world can no longer retain them."

"I really don't want this. People like me are destined to go to hell, and my soul will not see her after death." Gunther's tone eased a little. "I saw Bertha for the first time on the boat to Mist City. She helped me, but she disappeared as soon as she got off the boat. Later, I saw her again on the stairs of Bloomnott. At that time, people called her Mrs. Ferner." He stopped and looked around the entire bedroom.

They could guess what happened next, and there was no need for Gunther to say anything. Ulier wanted to comfort him, but didn't know how to speak. From the bottom of his heart, he didn't think there was anything worth sympathy for this intimate relationship that was contrary to common sense. Bertha's death may not be without Gunther's responsibility, or rather, it was her inner sense of morality that promoted the growth of despair and self-deprecation.

He sighed and changed the topic, "Hobson knows your relationship with his sister."

"Bertha never hides anything from him," Gunther admitted, "but Hobson is a bastard, he doesn't want to discuss anything with his sister. Sometimes you think these two are completely opposite, Bertha is prone to emotionality, while Hobson is cold and extreme, thinking about some ridiculous things in his mind. He doesn't bother to pay attention to Bertha, and he will starve to the streets without her support. I never understand what he is thinking."

"Does Hobson have any connection with Father Fielding except for Witke's matter?"

He thought carefully and replied, "These two people are completely incompatible."

"Where is Bowman"

"Hobson owes money and doesn't pay it back, so the Whistle Gang sent people to trouble him. Bowman has been finding Bertha's house, but this guy has never come back and asked Bowman to knock on her door and hide himself."

"It seems he is really cold enough," said Sheriff Wittke.

"The last question." Ulier looked away from an oil painting and looked out the window. "Do you know Hobson's addiction to tobacco?"

"I know." Gunther also looked at the glass. "He said he couldn't win money without good tobacco leaves. To be honest, I don't think he was in debt to win money. This bastard is just looking for excitement. He doesn't care about everything Bertha did for him."
Chapter completed!