Old Ross wanted to know what was going on here, but the people inside didn't seem to let him know what would happen.
"Thank you for your communication, but according to what Lord Luke told me before, please leave as soon as possible and don't have anything to do with us."
The young voice inside spoke again, asking Old Ross to leave here.
Old Ross heard the sincerity in the other party's tone. Obviously, they really think that what they are going to do next is dangerous and will even affect everyone who has anything to do with them.
Even if you just send them a simple letter, this will happen.
"It's so dangerous...why do you still do it?"
Old Ross thought of the last letter in his memory.
"We...are for a better tomorrow..."
He took a deep breath. He didn't understand it then, and he doesn't understand it now.
As long as a person is alive, he can strive for anything, but...
However, while Jacob was waiting to answer my question, the boy on the other side yelled in a sharp voice: "So you chose the saints, right?! But how did the saints deal with you?! We just took you As a tool, I don’t even want to help you achieve your goals.”
"Compared to the brutal saint, you are more afraid of Tan Feng Gunter."
Ross Gunter took a sip of the black tea in his cup and looked at the woman behind him with a smile: "You recognize his ideal. You even support it to a small extent, but now, it's time for that ideal to sprout."
"And Ross told you."
Technique is a friend, so is he the light in our mouths?
"An opportunity to try." Ross said frankly, "to do what he wants to do. Is it this group of students that he is dividing now? Take us to do what he wants to do."
At least for Jacob, I would feel that way. After all, I still want face.
"Such a young man. Can you know his name?"
"But manpower is invincible. That sentence means that he can say that it is wrong if he saves a few lives from a natural disaster."
Old Luke disappeared behind the villa.
"Could it be that these wizards use the same techniques as him, let's just say he, are they special wizards who can bully others?"
"All students will be saved. As long as you hand over a few of the 'culprits', you can let all the students who were not involved in that incident escape."
Jacob looked at his two companions. The companion who will also die together said: "You and Ross Gunter chatted for a long time, and you benefited a lot from the chat."
Then he organized his words for a while and then spoke again: "There are some things where only life can be exchanged for a glimmer of hope."
"Effort? There is no point in trying hard. Xiaojia just needs to study how to displease this 'Eternal Supreme'!"
"Does he really think that today's students, special wizards, half-blood wizards and Muggle wizards can face all kinds of enemies?"
how? Does telling the truth count as respecting people?
The man fell silent.
"The metamorphosis of ideals..."
"But I will definitely watch you destroy me."
"what chance?"
The worst thing we can do now is of course to sacrifice ourselves for our own rationality and Tan Feng's purpose.
After he said these words, the voice on the other side of the door immediately replied: "No, it's not..."
"That's what the truth says, and ideals can be realized with the flames of anger and revenge."
Old Tan Feng asked.
"Are you who seek change ultimately dependent on the nobles who seek change?"
It must be a chess piece, so when he watches the chess piece being sacrificed, will he feel peaceful and heartbroken?
"The word 'Heaven' symbolizes all natural laws. It also includes the laws of social operation. It also refers to the laws of human beings."
"That is the guarantee you made as the heir of the Gaunt family. Since he hates the nobles so much, he should also be concerned about the value of the Gaunt family name. Especially, the value of the name before you inherited it."
As soon as I finished my rebuttal, my voice and tone seemed less irritable. But when I got to the top, my voice was so tactful.
"Ross Gunter is also trustworthy. My goals and your ideals may match to a certain extent, but in the end, there will be no difference between me and the Saints. Even your thoughts may not stay."
"Weak people often have to pay a huge price when fighting against the sky. The prosperous scene, he also knows whether it is the blossoming and fruiting of leafy trees, or the flowers and brocade created by the burning of small trees..."
"Thoughts that can be recognized by everyone must be based on anger, but on truth."
But... I want to resist.
"In a dark life, only human blood can make everyone yearn for light. Later, when it is really possible for people to get that glimmer of light, they will chase it desperately."
Because I am deeply convinced about that matter, and I care whether others doubt it.
"I am definitely a complicated person. In fact, my ruthlessness is definitely far beyond your imagination."
Rose pushed the cup of black tea in Jacob's direction with a grumpy smile on his face.
"Jacob, Sycoriphas Jacob."
"Yes!" Jacob suddenly shouted, "You can survive with a little effort! You have made very little effort, but the world still allows you to survive!"
When those words came out, Jacob fell into silence.
Jacob was obviously depressed, but I still smiled and said, "But, old man, do you think he can manipulate your ideals?"
A time when our sacrifices will be taken advantage of by others.
"So, Jacob, he should leave a seed. When it is supposed to sprout, I will naturally sprout it."
Was Jacob angry? What the other party said is true.
The sturdy young man sitting at a table patted the table vigorously and said, "He also knows that Ross Gunter must have no ordinary purpose, so why do you still want to be my gun?"
"It's noisy, now is the time to sacrifice."
"Sacrifice..."
Old Luke took off his straw hat and put it on his chest to pay respect to the young man.
Seeing my intense emotions, Ross shook his head helplessly and said, "He understands what you mean. As for the exchange of thoughts, you think you haven't regressed enough."
There was no ferocious look on the man's handsome face: "Then! Isn't that the future he wants to see? Or is he, what he is looking forward to, isn't singing my praises? He just wants to find someone to kneel down, right? !”
"As long as you use your blood to engrave your thoughts under the stone monument of history, then when people need it, they will naturally think of it and you. I am sure that the order created by Ross makes people feel that it is appropriate and appropriate, so that we You can't use your thoughts as weapons to overthrow the order of Rose's resume."
"Ross Gaunt tells you, I have no purpose of my own. But you must be obsessed with worse times so that it is always possible to realize your ideals."
"No matter how bad the idea is, it all depends on the person who executes it, Jacob..."
The man said seriously: "But you have no choice yet. It must be Ross Gunter's people who saved you, so you don't even have the qualifications to stand outside and talk nonsense."
"If the more correct path is feasible..." "Why? What is his purpose in doing that?"
"They really don't have enough time to treat the disease and seek medical treatment."
“Only death can awaken the desire for life.”
But the man didn't flinch at all, he even took a step back and raised his face.
Your words made this sturdy young man's face immediately turn red. I even stood up from the chair, walked towards the man aggressively, and raised my hand in a low manner.
but……
Ross and I looked at each other and said, "How about you give him a chance?"
Obviously, Ross sees this more clearly than I do.
Tan Feng looked up at the ceiling and said tangledly: "You know that what you are doing is completely correct, so you also want to see another way."
Jacob looked at the smiling Ross Gunter with a sullen face: "It's useless to say something. You are very coy. Your previous successors may not work hard for such an ideal. No matter how much you say that, It is the ideal that is most suitable for the wizarding world, and it has changed that there is not too little trace of you in that ideal."
"Nobles! We discriminate against you, even despise you, and treat you like pigs and dogs!"
There was no hidden sarcasm in Rose's tone. It's obviously a nod to Jacob's behavior.
"Thoughts can change at any time. The principle of eternal change may exist, but it will inevitably change with changes in the environment. No change is bad. It can resonate well with the environment. But no change is good, it will conflict with the environment.”
Jacob looked at Tan Feng's lake-green eyes, as if he saw a white hole that was gradually swallowing him.
Outside the door, a handsome-looking young man looked at the old man's back, recalling that the old man and Rose Gunter had no similar faces, and smiled and said: "It's really ironic."
A boy with long silver-gray hair looked at Jacob's back, listened to what I said, and said simply: "But, Mr. Ross, it seems that he agrees with your ideas."
Are the young people's voices outside excited?
But Ross gave me the answer.
What I said are all facts, and I won't feel relaxed at all.
Old Luke was French, but I knew what that word meant.
Jacob asked.
Sacrifice is of course unacceptable. But maybe it took a worse time.
"Sing praises for me. Whitewash peace for me. Praise for me, praise the name of Grindelwald!"
"It's almost inevitable, right?" Ross said with a heavy smile, "So, he wants to fulfill that small ideal while he is alive? So he will take desperate risks and cooperate with an organization that is obviously the same as him? "
Old Luke could understand that realization. So I blamed a very small part of the problem on Ross.
"Well, I wish him success."
"If a person dies, there is nothing left, and there is nothing left to fight for."
The sturdy young man said seriously: "Since you have survived, you should realize your dreams at all costs. Even if you have to bear the reputation of being ungrateful."
………………
Seeing the anger on my face and the real anger in my eyes, Ross rubbed his eyebrows without any distress and said: "But... so what? All nobles are like that, and so are nobles. It’s like that for everyone.”
Old Luke suddenly understood what kind of person his grandson was.
"If the successor wants to add his or her own traces to that ideal, everyone can ensure that their traces will affect the core of the ideal."
"As for his scruples, he can't take them to heart."
"But repaying kindness should come at the cost of shattered ideals."
But the hand that was raised lowly was not raised after all. The woman was silent for a long time, and then said silently: "You deny that your original choice was wrong. Saints are the worst choice. But, your opinion Still retain..."
"The difference between our goals and your dreams is even further. We do want to create a new order, but that order depends entirely on Grindelwald for its existence. The only way to get promotion is through Grindelwald Wo’s approval! That’s exactly the same as what you want!”
"What's more, today's special wizards can feel the good and bad prospects they describe, but we feel that it is the pressure until now. There are too many wizards. So many that as long as that person works a little harder, he can make a living. An unusual family..."
Old Luke shrugged, turned around, put his hat under his head and said: "It doesn't matter whether you like it or not, everyone who fights for their ideals is worthy of respect. Especially in the bloodshed and darkness. sacrifice."
Jacob spoke suddenly, and my voice was still calm. Before I experienced betrayal and life and death this time, my emotions were not very clean. There are very few people who have looked away. They only have emotional fluctuations when they don't really care about things.
I finished thinking for the first time.
'Rose, what on earth is he going to do? '
I tilted my head, with a powerful expression on my face: "Your career is to serve the success of careerists. What you have learned is also to create more opportunities for nobles like Ross Gunter." A good and bad future!”
Old Luke fell silent.
Jacob asked a question that he thought was almost likely to be answered.
Jacob looked serious: "I am also a noble, and I am the youngest noble."
Is this young man without such awareness a pawn in his hands or his friend?
