Old William pressed his hand on his heart, which was beating violently as if it was about to pop out of his body.
"Why did my child suffer this fate."
His heart was in severe pain, and old William's face became a little distorted due to the heart's cramp. He thought to himself, turned around and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his hands.
"William, do you know what you will face when you chase your dreams?"
Old William's voice was so weak. The elf gave little William the blessing that he would always pursue his dreams, but he never said that little William's dream would definitely come true.
"What is it?" William asked in confusion.
"It's despair and unwillingness!" Old William pressed his chest with his hand.
"What you pursue is a mirage, a flower in the mirror. How can I, as a father, watch you throw away your life for your unrealistic dreams."
Old William has no intention of letting his children pursue their dreams. This is not a blessing, but more like a vicious curse from the elf.
"William, do you understand my despair and unwillingness? I am obviously a blacksmith, but when I stayed in my master's workshop, I worked hard as an apprentice again and again, and then faced the master's tests and expectations for me. , I failed again and again, even though everyone encouraged me, what I got was despair again and again."
"Then I continued to work hard and continued to be desperate. I looked forward to the light again and again, but in the end I was still faced with darkness. Without talent, there is no talent. I will be mediocre and ordinary. I am not willing to accept it, even though I have put in all my efforts. No less than the apprentices in the workshop, but they failed in the end, left the apprenticeship in despair, and returned to their village in despair."
"William, you have to understand that no matter what kind of dreams you pursue and how great a person you imagine you will be in the future, when you return to reality, you have to wake up and understand that the vast majority of people in this world are ordinary people. , will eventually return to the ordinary.”
Old William spoke earnestly, recounting his past experience as an apprentice in a blacksmith's workshop. To this day, he still regrets that he did not stay in his master's blacksmith's workshop to work.
Just looking at his child William, thinking about his wife, and seeing him living a relatively prosperous life in the village, I felt somewhat comforted.
Although he could not master the skills of real magical weapons and cannons, so that he was highly praised by the nobles, he felt more free when he returned to the village to run his own blacksmith workshop.
Staying in his master's blacksmith shop, he will study the craft diligently, master superb skills, and even master the taboo ability to summon the flame elves. Even with the protection of the nobles, if someone who has been taught comes to visit Come on, that's troublesome too.
Old William kept comforting himself, and even comforted his son with such thoughts, but what he saw was William's somewhat firm gaze.
These words are undoubtedly the honest words of a person who has been severely beaten by society. If it were the original world, it would even tell the truth.
Not everyone can become a prominent figure in the country. Whether they are the richest man, mayor, or general they expected when they were young, they are all so desired but out of reach.
People always have to return to the ordinary, admit that they are the screws of the entire society, and live a good life. This is the case for most people in this world.
"It's just, father, are you really willing? Whether desperate or unwilling, father, are you really willing?"
William said calmly, his eyes as clear as water. These were not his eyes, but the eyes of old William's son.
This is a world where miracles happen and prayers are heard.
Old William knew this clearly, why did he say that he had to get used to being ordinary, but why was he so unwilling in his heart.
Old William was silent, how could he be willing to do so, but he had no choice.
Whether he is willing or not, his emotions and his choices have no meaning.
"Little William, something happened to you!"
Suddenly, there was a "bang", and the door of William's house was kicked open by a knight in armor. A group of villagers holding swords, spears and fishing nets rushed in led by a priest wearing a cassock. Come in.
"In the name of God, destroy evil! Satan, it turns out you are here!"
The priest held a cross high, and two deacons from a nearby monastery helped to carry the cross and shouted in the blacksmith shop. The apprentices of William's blacksmith shop looked at each other. The priest seemed to be the deputy abbot of the Andachi monastery.
The copper cross exuded white holy light, like a big light bulb in the room, full of deterrence against "evil". William stared at the priest who rushed in with his mouth open, and pointed at himself, "I It’s Satan!”
The priest had white hair and looked to be in his forties or fifties, but his determined eyes made him look much younger. He nodded and confirmed William's words.
"Yes, you are Satan."
Damn it, I am Satan, how come I don’t know.
William, no matter how little common sense he had, knew that Satan was the enemy of God, the evil man in charge of hell, a symbol of power and evil.
Am I so awesome?
"William Raistlin von Jakob, you must have sold your soul to Satan and that's why you came back from hell."
The priest held the cross and spoke eloquently. When he saw William, he seemed to have turned into a devil with two horns on his head, black wings on his back, and a pointed nose and erect ears.
"I did not sell my soul to the devil!" William denied. The power of the church in the Middle Ages was very powerful. The Crusades and the trial of witches and heretics by the church's heretical tribunal were even more horrifying. Obviously, he did not Interested in experiencing it for yourself.
"Okay, so you didn't betray to the devil. I understand that the real William is dead. It's you, Satan, who actually took over little William's body. Your evil soul actually took over the body of the Lord's pure believer. Damn it. , Deacon Alode, take out the holy water and pour it on me, I must destroy this Satan."
The priest suddenly understood and hugged his cross tightly. The deacon on the side took out the holy water and poured it directly on William. Once William was attacked, the priest would smash the cross to kill this "devil".
After being smashed to death, they were cremated, prayers were recited in front of the villagers, and a sermon was held. This was how the entire exorcism process ended.
William stared blankly as a basin of water was poured on him, soaking his clothes and turning him into a drowned rat. He wiped the holy water on his face with his hands and said in confusion, "Why? It smells sweet!"
"Dean Bernard, this Satan seems to have extraordinary powers, and the holy water doesn't work on him."
Deacon Aloyd said in surprise that he had never met such a demon who was not afraid of holy water. The dean had obviously removed the crosses from the church and brought them over as weapons. Why was this demon so weak under the holy light of the cross? Nothing happened.
Could it be that there was a mistake? The other party was a human being, not a demon.
No, how could such a big thing go wrong?
William must be a devil, and a great devil, the incarnation of Satan, an existence that can rival the evil witch.
"Heretic! The incarnation of Satan! Accept divine judgment and punishment!"
The priest raised the cross and was about to smash it down. The heavy cross was swung with great force. Under this kind of power, not to mention William as a devil, even a human being would be saved by the cross.
"O God, Jesus, Mary, Joseph, all saints, cast out this evil!"
William looked at the huge cross that the priest was chanting and waving. At this time, he looked less like a priest and more like a strong man.
It turns out that you can't achieve magical salvation, so you need physical salvation.
"Holy Sword, you are also a holy object, please say hello to your Holy Cross brothers!"
William had no choice but to block the holy sword in front of the cross. He looked at the priest who was glaring at him, his eyes full of helplessness. Now he could neither run away nor be treated as a demon and abscond in fear of crime, nor could he allow himself to be purified by the other party's cross.
"I'm not Satan!"
"No, you are!"
"I'm not."
"Why aren't you, Satan?"
"How do I look like Satan?"
"You don't look like you anymore."
William and the priest looked at each other, communicating with each other. The cross and the holy sword faced each other, pushing, and the two sides were in a stalemate.
Suddenly the light of the cross continued to dim, while the holy sword wrapped in cloth was hot and glowing.
"Oh my God, why does the light of the cross dim? You evil Satan, I will be defeated by the incarnation of evil. No, Satan, I will fight for justice until the last moment!"
The priest watched the light of his cross disappear little by little, and was about to cry. Satan was too powerful, and it seemed that he could only die for God.
William felt that the Holy Sword seemed to be reviving, and stared at the cross with wide eyes, his eyes lit up.
This is not a cross. This is simply a power bank. The holy sword can actually be charged with the energy of the cross.
Stealing electricity is so cool!
