"Your arrival is something Burqasso has tacitly approved of. I think he probably knew you would come to his door." Rorschach said.
Facing the two archangels, Rorschach did not show any different attitude.
"I think so. I can't guess what that guy is thinking, but we all know that he is very smart." Malthael nodded.
He would never belittle humans, and the nephalem who wanted to completely cleanse Sanctuary were just because their bodies and souls were the seeds of demons.
Of course, the Nephalem were also the seeds of angels, but Malthael didn't want to spend time waiting for the final choice humans made.
Become an angel or become a devil? Malthael didn't need an answer to this question. Solving the trouble as soon as possible was his way of thinking.
"So Rorschach, you should know the purpose of our coming to you. Are you willing to become a member of the Archangels?" Tyrell asked.
He seemed a little impatient to raise this question at this time, and Malthael shook his head aside.
Obviously the Archangel of Wisdom didn't think he could get the exact answer from Rorschach at this time.
"I probably know why Bulcasso has a problem with you. You are too anxious, so anxious that you don't even want to wait." Rorschach shook his head.
He understood Tyrael's impatience, because so did Justice.
Justice is always on its way, and justice must be on its way. As for whether it will be late, justice itself can do nothing about it. But he will eventually arrive, but there may be some bumps in the road.
"While I was waiting, the world was filled with howls. Didn't you hear those calls after you got justice?" Tyrell asked.
He is always eager to seek justice because he can always hear people's cries for justice.
Sometimes the calls are peaceful and firm, but more often they are filled with despair and misery.
Tyrell is never willing to be late, because every time he is late, the person who calls for justice may fall into the abyss.
But he couldn't always be there when he was needed, and Tyrell was powerless to do so.
"I heard it, or I heard it before I had the authority to do justice, and I heard too much!"
Rorschach was a little excited. If he could not react to this kind of question, then he would not be Rorschach.
"So why are you asking me why I don't want to wait for this question?"
Tyrell seemed to be asking questions. He looked deeply at Rorschach, as if he wanted to hear the answer he wanted from Rorschach.
"Because justice cannot be reckless, justice needs wisdom as a guide, otherwise justice will be exploited." Rorschach took a deep breath before saying.
"So justice needs us, and justice needs someone to speak out for it." Tyrell's face became a little more compassionate.
Justice is powerful, but justice itself cannot make choices. This is why there are Archangels of Justice and Rorschach.
"So you have never used the Judgment Hammer? Isn't this the best expression of justice for your choice?" Rorschach sneered.
When representatives of justice are unable to wield the authority to judge, the legitimacy of justice is questionable.
"Well, I can't refute this, but I just think you should know that the power I have is enough to carry out justice." Tyrell lowered his head.
As he spoke, he recalled his years as the Archangel of Justice, trying to find out what was wrong with him.
It's a pity that in the eyes of the Nephalem, his mistakes are just inevitable in fulfilling the duties of justice in Tyrael's eyes.
"I don't think I can convince you, but you should see the smile on Malthael's face. That smile is definitely not recognition. I think it should be ridicule." Rorschach said.
Of course, he couldn't see Malthael's expression under his hood.
But at this moment Rorschach felt that Malthael was smiling and laughing at Tyrell.
"Don't be like this, you can't see my expression." Malthael spread his hands to show his innocence.
But when he said this, he was undoubtedly admitting that he was standing and smiling.
Yes, Malthael was indeed mocking Tyrael, but only they knew the expression under the archangel's hood.
Even if they are also archangels, they have no way of knowing what other people's expressions are like.
"Is this your attitude at this time?" Tyrell asked.
Rorschach has already expressed his intention, but there is no answer to the question of whether he is willing to become an archangel.
But Rorschach at least made it clear that he wouldn't be friends with Tyrell.
"Although I can't completely trust Bulqueso, of course you can say that I am unreasonable, or you can say that I am ungrateful. But I really can't trust anyone, even myself. I just try hard to stick to my It’s just my ego.”
Rorschach shook his head and continued:
"But Bulcaisel said that I should try to communicate with Malthael first, and the archangel he least recommended me to get to know was you Tyrael. I am absolutely right what he said."
Rorschach spread his hands, somewhat mocking Tyrell.
"I understand, but I think we will meet again, and it will be you who comes to find me." Tyrell drank the wine in the bottle, and then disappeared into a gray light.
He is very busy.
As Justice, Tyrael was busy getting Justice where he was needed.
Now, as Death, he is working hard to bring the death that people in this world deserve.
I have to say that he is a very responsible archangel.
"Mathail, I'm somewhat curious as to why Burqasso still respects you even though he is determined to make you look good." Rorschach asked.
He no longer paid attention to Tyrell's affairs. At this time, communicating with Malthael was a more valuable thing.
"Perhaps it's because they all have a noble side, or are they all heroes?"
Malthael seemed a bit vague about Rorschach's question.
Normally, the Archangel of Wisdom should be able to come up with an answer, but he didn't seem to have any intention of talking to Rorschach.
"I thought you were the kind of person who wouldn't care about other people's feelings at all." Rorschach shook the bottle in his hand.
The few drinks left in the bottle made a few pleasant sounds.
"It's just not necessary. A fool is stubborn and a wise man is just as stubborn. Is there no difference between intelligence and stupidity?" Malthael shook slightly.
You could tell just by looking at him that it was pleasant.
Obviously Malthael is not as terrifying as Rorschach initially imagined.
"I don't know how to answer this kind of question, but I think we should talk about something more specific. For example, am I also on your elimination list?"
Rorschach tried.
"Of course it is, but it's not at the end as you think, but in the middle. Don't ask me why, it's a bit troublesome to explain."
Malthael waved his hand, still acting extremely relaxed, as if the topic was as unimportant as going to eat something later.
"Are you really going to start erasing all existence according to your list?" Rorschach smiled.
He thought this question was indeed a bit funny.
He already knew what Malthael did in Sanctuary, and this question was indeed a bit funny.
Malthael and his army of Soul Reavers did not look like they were executing a plan to eliminate humanity in the order written on a list.
At that time, if Malthael can really do this according to a list, then he will not be the one who fails.
"Not everyone is on my list. There are actually not many names on the list. There are probably not a hundred in total." Malthael said vaguely.
He had a list, and Bulkesso was the first one on the list.
It's just that he failed immediately the first time he acted according to the list.
"Okay, now I want to hear what advice you would give me, or how you would convince me to become an angel and then willingly die at your hands in the order on your list."
Rorschach asked.
He didn't seem to care much about the answer to the question.
"Well, that's a good question. But maybe you have to give me some time to organize the language?" Malthael picked up the wine bottle and took a sip of it very gently.
Rorschach was not in a hurry, just looked at Malthael quietly.
"Perhaps I would say that your choice will make the world a better place? I think this is probably your most fundamental appeal, and it is also the dream that you want to achieve but know that it is unrealistic?"
Malthael said with a somewhat questioning tone.
"It sounds very attractive, but it's just like 'Make America Great Again' and has no substance at all." Rorschach said with a smile.
"Well, although I don't know anything specifically about your country, I happened to have heard of this sentence. That person is very interesting." Malthael said as if he was changing the subject. .
"I just want to ask you, do you think most people are correct?" Malthael asked with a mocking tone.
"I have to admit that your words moved me to a certain extent, but I know that if the majority of people are not right, insisting on yourself is the only way out. But when you are the minority, how do you know what you are? is correct?"
Rorschach asked rhetorically.
"So I didn't intend to convince you from the beginning. Communicating with the purpose of convincing someone is a farce in itself. I prefer to call the exchange of views and opinions as communication. In my eyes, persuading others is more like animals using a certain method. To demonstrate one’s authority without using force.”
Malthael said.
"This may be the reason why Bulqueso thinks I should talk to you first. What you say is very confusing, but you never intend to use words to impose your ideas on others. What you choose is to use force. Addressing the problem directly may be a reflection of your wisdom.”
Rorschach's tone was a little weird, like he was mocking but with some sincere praise.
"I think it is a kind of tolerance to allow opponents to continue to speak out, but this does not prevent me from putting them in a narrow range to speak out. And the place I chose is death."
Malthael chuckled a few times.
He will not think that he has done anything wrong. It has nothing to do with whether he is right or not, it is just about winning or losing.
Does the person who loses have to be wrong? of course not.
It's just that the loser can only utter a few indifferent curses at most.
This has nothing to do with being right.
"It sounds great, but obviously Bulcaisuo is not saying that you and I can become friends, but that you can understand the Archangel more clearly through you."
Rorschach said.
"Yeah. Becoming a friend is a very emotional thing. It should require a little bit of fate. You can't force it."
Malthael nodded.
Friends will definitely get along? Not always.
It's just that friends will never hold each other back.
"If you were asked to judge who among the archangels would become friends with me, what answer would you give?" Rorschach asked.
"Well, this question seems to be a bit difficult for me. Maybe Israel? The Archangel of Balance is a very realistic guy. Maybe you, an idealist, can learn a lot from him?"
Malthael said with some uncertainty.
"I enjoyed talking to you, but when you stand in front of me and want to stop me, I will probably do my best," Rorschach said.
He was going to end this conversation.
Although this conversation contained a lot of messy things, Rorschach also got what he wanted.
"Well, so after all, you still have to compare your powers. If you want to become an archangel of justice that may be short-lived, I welcome it."
Malthael said.
He did not object, and even said that he would be happy to see Rorschach become the Archangel of Justice.
But he will definitely eliminate Rorschach when he sees fit, and he has no intention of hiding anything on this.
Playing tricks and scheming is not the archangel's style.
Most of them are cheerful and cheerful types who disdain lies.
"I've met Auriel and Imprius before, and I honestly think you fulfill my archangel fantasies better than they do."
Rorschach stood up.
"The archangel has his own will. It is not simply some kind of authority or rules. It will naturally be different."
Malthael slowly drank the last bit of wine, and then placed the empty bottle on the ground very carefully.
"I'm going to continue setting off. If you don't plan to do anything, then we'll part ways here?" Rorschach asked.
"Of course, I don't want to be stuck here and humiliated by Bulcaisuo after you leave. That guy is really a bit irritable, especially since I can't beat him yet."
After Malthael finished speaking, he laughed, as if the matter itself was very funny.
"Then you can leave first, but I think Bulcasso may not be that bored, and will still pay attention to our conversation at this time."
Rorschach couldn't help laughing either.
He had to admit that the process of communicating with Malthael was not uncomfortable, and even a little pleasant.
"Well, I can't say for sure. It's not that I'm saying bad things, but most of the Nephalem I've seen are a bit petty." Malthael muttered.
Then he bowed slightly as a farewell, and the next moment it turned into a blue mist and dissipated directly on the spot.
The archangels travel in more ways than the nephalem. The body structure of these guys is not that of human flesh and blood.
Whether it turns into light or mist, it depends on how they choose.
For example, Tyrael prefers light, while Malthael prefers this mysterious light and mist.
"Bulkessor is not that boring to pay attention to the conversation between you and Rorschach, because his trust itself is rare. But you are right about one thing, the Nephalem are a little narrow-minded, Malthael."
A teasing female voice sounded, and then the light mist that Malthael transformed into seemed to be captured back, and transformed into Malthael's appearance again.
"I didn't lie, did I? Li Min." Malthael greeted the Nephalem who had just appeared.
"But I don't like to hear such words, Malthael." Li Min looked at Malthael in front of him with a smile.
"So the Nephalem I've met are all a bit petty, and they're just telling the truth. Are you going to teach me to be careful about my words and deeds?" Malthael said without being nervous at all.
He knew that until Bul-Katho was fully prepared to absorb all the authority, the nephalem would maintain a certain degree of restraint when facing the archangel.
Of course, even if he knew that his death was coming, he probably wouldn't behave in any special way.
The Archangel of Wisdom is supposed to be open-minded.
"I'm not that bored, it's just that I was listening to all the talk about the Nephalem and happened to hear what you said."
Li Min smiled.
There was a hint of mischievous innocence and a hint of pride in her smile.
"Well, you look a bit like Ys." Malthael said this with some hesitation.
"Okay, this is the first time I've heard this description. Is Yisu as talented as me? Or is she just as beautiful as me?" Li Min joked.
But there seemed to be purple arcane energy flashing in his eyes.
"It's really troublesome. Why are there nephalems like you in the world? If Bulcasso's becoming stronger is like eating and drinking water, and there is a risk of choking, then your becoming stronger is like the passage of time. Just as natural and unstoppable."
Malthael said with a bit of amazement.
Li Min is the most unreasonable one among the Nephalem.
It was as if everything in the world was unobstructed in her eyes.
Malthael's evaluation of Li Min is really high, because she really didn't meet any resistance when she became stronger.
You should know that breathing may also cause coughing, but the passage of time is always determined and cannot be changed.
