"Ah, sorry." Rebes smiled as if she was slightly flustered. "Because I really didn't expect guests to come, so I didn't clean up the room...it looks a bit messy."
She hurried to the sofa and ran in holding the quilt.
And taking advantage of this time, I began to look at the room in detail.
I discovered this from the very beginning when I came in - although these decorations are complicated and gorgeous, neither style nor shape belongs to any civilization style that I know.
Therefore, I had a little doubt about Rebeth's origins.
Based on the situation I encountered now and the situation Rebeth finally showed, I have to make this judgment: Rebeth is most likely not a modern person, but a person from a certain time in history. The last survivor of a ruined dynasty, and in this case, he acquired the ability of the undead, or... because of this ability, he escaped possible destruction and finally survived.
No matter what, her nature is not exactly what she appears to be.
The only thing in this room that fits the era is the fireplace.
Within the grate of the fireplace, the charcoal that had turned to ashes was mixed with the unburned charcoal, glowing slightly with red light, as if it had just been extinguished. And when I was observing the fireplace, the red light on the charcoal suddenly lit up, and then a wisp of fire appeared in my eyes. With the appearance of this wisp of flame, all the charcoal burned so hotly. Getting up made the room seem a lot warmer.
Even though...the room wasn't cold.
"I'm sorry, it's really embarrassing that this happened when receiving guests, but I'm not a competent host. I still hope to get your understanding." Rebes was embarrassed but generous. He said quietly, "Please sit down, what would you like to drink, tea or coffee? I also have juice here."
"Ah... well, tea will be fine." I touched my head, then glanced at the sofa, and then said a little uneasily, "Black tea will be fine."
"I only have black tea here." Rebes said with some regret. "There is a war in the south right now. I heard that many tea gardens have been destroyed. It is not easy to get fresh tea now."
"Well... there's really no way around it." I said with a wry smile.
In comparison, Kyle Rath doesn't seem to care about these things. In other words, even when facing a legend, Kyle Rath has the ability to deal with it head-on, so he can be more tough and casual.
Well... one reason is the mysterious strength of Kelras - even if she can recover demons just by breathing for so many years, she must be a legend, let alone a hellhound, and the other reason is Rebeth's manner.
It can be said that Rebeth's attitude was completely beyond my imagination, which made me even more curious...
What she wants to do, what she wants, what she wants to achieve.
Although I comforted myself that this was just a cross-examination, the mystery itself has a fascinating charm that makes people unable to help but explore the logic and reasons behind it.
"The war itself is a sad thing. The countless deaths after that were just for some things that may not seem painful to ordinary people." Rebes sat down gently. The dent in the sofa was not big. , she herself seems to be very light, "The so-called royal family's orthodoxy is just a means of oppression. After all, if you fight for this kind of thing, it would be too ridiculous for soldiers to try their best to defeat the opponent."
Because he comes from the earth, he certainly scorns the justice and legitimacy shown on the surface of the war: "Such a war is inherently funny. If it is fought simply because of the fight for inheritance, it would be a tragedy for all citizens. But as far as I know, this war is not as simple as it seems."
I do not intend to directly throw out the so-called heterogeneity, which is nonsense, but is indeed the main reason for the war. Instead, I intend to come up with another set of rhetoric, which pierces the appearance of the so-called struggle for inheritance rights. Look at the problem from the second level.
Rebes tilted her head with interest and said, "Oh? So what are your views on this war?"
"This war has become more intense because of the uneven distribution of interests among interest groups." I smiled and said, "The people behind the second prince and the eldest prince are not the same, or they can be divided according to their obvious nature. There are two groups of people now - one group is the big aristocrats and the old aristocrats, who safeguard the traditional rights and interests of the aristocracy and family business; the other group is the new aristocrats and big businessmen, they hope for more opening up and policy adjustments, and It’s not about sticking to the old policies.”
Rebeth's eyes flashed slightly, and then she asked with a smile that seemed to make people intoxicated: "Now that you have seen it so thoroughly, according to your thoughts, who will you choose to support?"
"Me?" I was slightly surprised by Rebeth's question, but it didn't prevent me from tricking her into saying something. "I choose, and neither party supports it."
Rebeth raised her voice slightly, looked at me with interest and said, "Oh? In this case, do you plan to form your own group?"
"If you simply don't support any party, then too many people will be divided into one faction." I said helplessly.
Rebeth joked: "You can all be divided into a faction, called the faction that doesn't care about worldly affairs, or the faction that just follows the trend. Most people nowadays are like this. Anyway, as long as you don't hit them on the head, you will end up with it." Whatever happens.”
I said helplessly: "Would it be better to say that most people here realize that they cannot change this situation, so they just don't consider it?"
Rebeth looked at me with a weird smile, and then asked softly: "In that case, are you saying you have this ability?"
"I can do it," I said unequivocally, "but I don't plan to do it, because it will only cause more damage in the end, which I don't want to see."
There was something bright in Rebeth's eyes. She looked at me with a half-smile and said, "Really? This is your idea. It looks like this adventurer, but unexpectedly has the thinking and flavor of a philosopher." Well."
"This can't be called a philosopher, this is called... talkative talk." I said with a helpless smile.
"Talk...what?" Rebes was in a daze for a moment, as if tasting this strange word, "Use puzzling words like cannonballs, blast them at the other party, so that the other party can accept your thoughts or criticisms. , is it something like this?”
"It's better to say it's just nonsense." I spread my hands and said.
"Pfft..."
Rebes couldn't help laughing, but then she remembered that it seemed inappropriate to do so, so she hurriedly covered her mouth with her hands, and then stuttered: "That, that, it's not me who wants to laugh. ...Hahaha. Hey, forget it, this is really interesting. Have you ever thought about going over and saying - ah! There are not many people like you who can talk nonsense so easily now!"
Although Rebeth doesn't know why the repayment period is so long, in general, I can still feel that... at least, it seems that the favorability level has improved.
Of course, this is not a GAL, and the favorability level is just an incorrect means of my own evaluation. Judging from the ecological mood shown by Rebeth now, it seems that my words have a certain effect.
Rebeth still had a smile on her face, but her eyes seemed to have become sharper, reflecting the sky outside the window: "In this case, I think our conversation can enter the next stage, etiquette You can skip the sexual drama and wait until the end, it may help improve your mood."
...It was indeed beyond my expectation.
Rebes smiled lightly and said: "The appearance of the undead in the Immortal Fortress has no purpose. They only exist because they are refugees from the war. They only became the undead because I fulfilled my creed. If there is any If there is any special reason, then it is because you have gathered a large number of refugees, so there are more undead among them."
I swallowed slightly and said, "...So, what is your creed?"
"I don't like this meaningless death." Rebes placed the tea cup in front of us. The brewed tea exuded a rich and mellow aroma, which made people feel refreshed.
"As for what's next -" after she poured the tea, she slightly lengthened her voice, then playfully winked her right eye and said with a smile, "It's a secret, you can guess."
Isn't this boring?
How do you guess something so imaginative?
"And...the undead are really dead now, right?" Rebes's voice became a little deeper at this moment, "Although it is not the result I want to see, there is nothing I can do about it."
The living room fell silent for a while, with only the crackling sound of charcoal echoing in the air.
After a long time, I picked up the conversation and said softly: "I'm sorry, but the undead are... not that pleasant existence at any time."
"I know." Rebes said a little lonely, "I know the behavior of some undead... Their bodies are even worn out and they can do surprising things. What do we undead want to do? do not know either."
Moreover, the undead will destroy the reincarnation of living souls.
Of course I didn't say this out loud. Rather, this is my core issue.
"It looked like the conversation was still going well."
I smiled and planned to leave, but Rebes stood up at this moment and said, "You... want to see how this place is developing now?"
She bit her lip gently, the expression on her face was like pleading.
... Damn it, my weakness seems to have been discovered!
In this case, it is difficult to say no.
But the circumstances are unclear, so I still have to refuse...
"Well, Miss Rebes, it's getting late now. If we continue to visit, I'm afraid I won't have enough time. After all, I have a lot of people to take care of." I said with a stiff face.
"It won't take too much time..." Rebeth's tone gradually weakened, and the meaning of her plea seemed to be self-evident.
"...If the time is not too long, you can take a look."
I'm also a little curious about what this place, which can be considered a base of the undead, has developed into.
"Great, please come with me!" Rebeth opened the door with excitement, stood at the door and stretched out her hand to me.
Kellas snorted softly, then folded her hands as if quite dissatisfied and said: "Tsk tsk tsk, it's really an old snake skin. It can't walk when it sees a beautiful girl."
Who taught you that kind of thing? Moreover, shouldn't this kind of enemy base camp be taken a closer look at, and then...find the weak point, and destroy it when necessary?
I sighed helplessly.
If the underworld is strict enough, then this will be the final destination of this place.
Thinking of this place, my heart became slightly heavier.
I touched Kellas's head a little, grinned for a while, and then said to her calmly: "Let's go, let's go see how the development is here."
Kellas was stunned for a moment, and the expression on his face softened.
"...Forget it, I won't do it next time."
I closed my eyes slightly, then opened them again the next moment, facing this new world, followed Rebeth's steps, and walked out the door.
The flow of people on the street became more and more, and the bustling sounds rushed into my ears the moment I went out, and it was only at this time that I discovered that Rebeth's house was actually in a downtown area.
"Surprised, aren't you?" Rebes looked excited. She walked in front of us very lively, turning around and walking backwards from time to time to look at us.
On the streets, buildings from various periods are piled up here. Although it is an extremely weird mix and match, it actually looks surprisingly harmonious in this town, as if everything should be like this.
The faces of the vendors on both sides were also filled with happy expressions. They were hawking and doing business with passers-by smiling. Through the door of the store, I could also see customers walking slowly inside, seeming to be hesitating about what kind of products they wanted to buy.
Everyone here seems to be immersed in this kind of happiness and prosperity.
If it weren't for Rebes who was guiding me, I would have doubted whether I was dreaming on the streets of a commercial city.
But as I moved on the street, I gradually discovered something strange.
Or rather, some obvious facts.
There are no businessmen dealing with children here, and there are no running children.
