Chapter 663 Devil's Scale

A damp sea breeze blew from the coast to this small town on the edge of Alexandria. The dumb girl smelled the salty smell brought by the sea breeze, wrinkled her nose, raised her head, and finally made the first gesture since Tom saw her. an action.

There was still no reflection of the street scene in those big empty eyes, and the ugly scars still blocked her longing perception like a shackle, and she couldn't see the rare scene in front of her——

The pedestrians on the street were frozen in this moment. They crowded into a group, like an ugly monster full of arms, trampling on the neighbor's body, trying to reach the center of the street with their hands, which were slowly melting in the red color. of silver coins.

Like a piece of melted ice, it loses its original delicate shape, and slowly seeps into the gravel-paved road. The scorching heat melts the sand into a rough glass embryo, and the melted silver is entangled with the unshaped glass. Together, charred black smoke emerges, and the smoke condenses into a devil-like form in the rising, twisting into a perverse and terrifying smiling face. It playfully spreads out a paw, and shakes hands with the townspeople who are grabbing at it one by one , like a busy devil, is patiently and efficiently signing a contract with every hungry customer to satisfy them.

A trace of unbearableness flashed in Tom's eyes who had witnessed all this, and it fell into Haierbo's eyes, which he regarded as a prophet's hesitation about the unseen future. The claws brushed against people's fingertips, mixing a drop of cloudy black ink into their souls that escaped under the weight.

Tom's heart fell into hesitation. He didn't know whether the scene in front of him was a historical necessity, and he didn't know what his position was. When he was in Sicily, his task was to support Nelson inside Herbo, one end of the balance. Always being firmly weighed down by his close friends from the same era as a weight, he can easily evaluate the value of all choices and make a unified decision.

But at this moment, Nelson is not in Egypt, and Hai Erbo has fallen into the shadow of a disastrous defeat. All he has to do is delay the time, but the scene in front of him is constantly tearing his nerves. Their lives have nothing to do with Nelson, nor Nothing to do with oneself.

"what should I do?"

Tom lowered his head and looked at the right hand holding the wand. He had heard countless stories about Nelson when he traveled the world, and he had also heard the struggles and choices he faced at the end of each story. In front of him, he, who has always been a listener, fell into confusion for the first time.

He couldn't deny that the moment he threw the silver coin, he felt a condescending pleasure that terrified himself, which was different from the order to bully those bullies in Hogwarts , more like the judge who tried Dumbledore in Norway, and also like a demon who played with people's hearts. Tom remembered the only prophecy related to himself among the countless prophecies he had heard so far. Rilawney may not have been born yet, so is his fate already sealed? The phantoms that come to mind when using the black magic become more and more vivid in the memory, almost indistinguishable from real memories.

"What are you thinking, Karkaroff."

The devil rising from the silver coin has concluded a contract with everyone. There is no complicated magic, just a simple handshake. The molten silver juice flows on the uneven ground, forming a head and tail. The ring of mouth was formed in the center of the crowd in the sea breeze. The dumb girl sensitively smelled the burnt smell, and twitched her nose curiously.

"What are you thinking, Karkaroff?"

Hai Erbo asked again, and the fragments in Tom's mind fell apart like a sandcastle washed by waves. He finally remembered the alias he borrowed from Nelson, came back to his senses, and replied: "I was just thinking about your What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to test a universal moral standard."

Haierbo chuckled, stretched out his burn-covered fingers, and pointed gently at the solidified ring-shaped pattern. The melted and recondensed silver had already been embedded in the ground, and he might not be able to dig it out with a chisel.

"I've always been curious about what these mortals with empty minds are thinking," Haierbo smiled, pointing to the dumb girl who lowered her head again, and said briskly, "To be honest, what's in their minds eliminates those boring people. Except for the trivial matters and worries that do not belong to them, there is not much more than that little thing with an empty head. They never think about the meaning of their existence, nor do they think about how they will live in the future. Destiny, wisdom, power , power... These things that are at our fingertips for us are like existing in an invisible and intangible mirror world to them. That little thing is shielded from light, shadow and sound, and they can see, hear, and Speak, but everything but ignorance is closed to them."

Tom couldn't refute it. For this era that still relies on serfs to survive, the fragility of civilization is hidden under the appearance of prosperity outlined by ignorance. He can only nod his head to express his approval of Haierbo's statement.

"Their atrocities are taken for granted by myself, but my grace is regarded as heresy by those who pervert," Haierbo sneered, looked at Tom, and asked, "Karkaroff, what do you think about the persecution of this little thing? Is it reasonable?"

"It doesn't make sense," said Tom firmly. "There's no reason for it, and it doesn't make sense."

"But the evil in people's hearts has no reason or reason, Karkaroff."

With a big wave of Haierbo's hand, dark red, reptile-like cold blood poured out from the wounds all over his body, enough to make anyone faint from blood loss. His whole body was also bathed in cold blood, which was terrifying, but these The blood quickly coagulated into a layer of blood scab, and with Haierbo's movements, cracks burst open, and these cracks became more dense, spreading like wriggling snakes.

Tom hid the horror in his eyes. Haierbo's undisguised aura was even more exaggerated than when Tekmon devoured countless souls. Tom didn't know what kind of transformation happened to Haierbo, but it was obvious that the current Haierbo Compared with the despicable, paranoid, and cowardly dark wizard he saw when he first came to Greece, he was more like the devil he saw two thousand years later, waking up from the long sleep of death.

The snake shadows covering Haierbo's body became denser and denser, and finally, in the sudden strong wind, they peeled off Haierbo's body, revealing new, pale, tough, and fresh skin.

"Do they know what happened to this little thing?" Haierbo asked the question, and then gave the answer himself, "They don't know that most of the people who shaped the tragedy of Kent Tanka have already changed rapidly in a few years. Aging and dying, only this lingering old thing is still peeping at his masterpiece in the gutter. They were not threatened by the lie that the princess needs to be sacrificed, nor were they hurt by the curse that has no way to verify, but they are not stingy with their malice , why? Isn't it because she can't hear, can't see? She can't kill people who insult her with a spell, can't shake her fist at them, can't curse at them, and she doesn't even know they are making fun of her , Insulting her, maybe only this old guy did it at the beginning, but they followed her even faster than people who love power followed me, can such clumsy evil be called evil?"

"Can they get anything?" Haierbo was so excited that he couldn't catch his breath, and then he said like a bamboo tube pouring beans, "The pleasure of hurting others? It's just a person without any feedback. Is it different from a wooden stake? Will they feel happy by beating a stake? Will their life improve in any way? Except for one more object of pleasure, will their life like pigs change? Whether it is material or spiritual, they gain nothing, but still Never tire of it, this is evil, Karkaroff, evil without reason, without reason!"

"evil……"

"I've been thinking about this question for a long time, until I woke up from the thirteen years of sinking, and I never understood the truth," Haierbo twisted his neck, moaning comfortably, and the stiff joints followed his movements. Crackling like a snake waking from hibernation, "I don't mind telling you about my sad, slave-on-display past, Karkaroff, I'm not proud of it, nor will I It's a shame, those years gave me a great education second only to the previous thirteen years, when I drove the snakes to bite off the throat of the former owner, I still enjoyed the pleasure of letting them eat his body, since then I just understood that I am just a snake, a snake with more hands and feet, more magic power than them, and a snake that can speak human language, that's all."

"..."

"Humans are nothing but animals with extra layers of false clothes. They reproduce and survive, and simplify all kinds of desires. Is there any difference between our desire to survive and animals?" Haierbo laughed wildly, and the vortex of dark clouds was brewing over Alexandria. , "What is the evil of man? Violating the morality conceived by those orators who call themselves philosophers, but only use eloquent speeches to fool fools? Two conflicting laws, third and fourth contradictory laws? This kind of boring evil is just a concept created by them, just to cover up the restless animal nature in everyone's heart, which they can't face, I long for Destruction, desire to kill, desire to dominate, desire to fear, it will not bring me anything, but I still enjoy it, this is the real evil, Karkaroff, my strength comes from this, I obey The call in my heart, spell out those violent desires, sway them with finger movements, they wrap the thunder of destruction, bring me supreme pleasure, the people who kneel at my feet cover themselves with covers Get up, only fear is left, and I can use these fears to become stronger!"

Tom was dumbfounded, looking at Hai Erbo who seemed to be a different person, and couldn't think of a response for a while.

Fortunately, Haierbo didn't care about his response, he only needed an audience who shared his joy, an audience who worshiped miracles, the snake shadow hanging from the dark clouds bit everyone's neck in the crowd, but he didn't take anything from it , On the contrary, something was injected into their souls. Tom suddenly heard the dense and restless cracking sounds. They lingered in his ears, like festival firecrackers, but without the slightest joy.

"You think they're unreasonable, unreasonable, and unreasonable, don't you?"

Haierbo raised his arm, and a few shattered bones flew out of the room, and quickly condensed into the bone wand that he made himself and was taken from the opponent's arm bone in his hand. Chopping away, a violent thunderbolt as thick as a bucket fell from the sky, and slammed hard on the ground surrounded by the silver ring.

When the smoke and dust dissipated, everything was calm, the air was terribly dull, and there was a sense of urgency. A silver-white balance stood quietly in the middle of the silver ring. It was exquisite and beautiful. Compared with the creation of the black wizard, it was more beautiful. Like a treasure of the gods.

"I won't hurt her, I won't even move one of her fingers," Haierbo glanced at the dumb girl across the street, and couldn't help laughing. Worried about throwing herself on the filthy mat, she couldn't see where the fish were, so she could only use this clumsy way to press on them, without realizing the ridiculousness and humbleness of the action, "I know your point of view What is it, Karkaroff, evil will be punished, good will be praised, their choices will be weighed in the scales, kindness to her will be rewarded for their application, and evil will and the girl will get Things are balanced, I am looking forward to what interesting stories will happen here when she regains her light and understands everything."

Haierbo raised his head and looked at the coast not far away. On the edge of the cloud, several people with bird heads were slowly taking off, approaching the town where Tom was. Haierbo shook his head disdainfully, and turned back. Arriving in the earthen hut, the dense thunder net instantly engulfed the figure in the sky.

"To pay homage to me, you can only walk."

The door closed behind Tom, and Herbo's voice echoed in Tom's ears.

The crowd woke up slowly, and they quickly resumed the interrupted behavior, looting the silver coins that no longer existed, completely unable to see the scales surrounded by them, and after noticing the sky, they did not investigate which lucky person got it With this wealth, he fled the streets.

Tom has come to the opposite side of the street, standing in front of the girl lying on the ground, so as not to hurt her from being trampled on. The tremors of the dense footsteps made her a little puzzled. Tom looked down at her, and the dumb girl seemed to have sensed it. Slowly Lifting his head, his empty gaze met Tom's.

Tom stretched out his hand to Kent Tanka, who was motionless, and when his fingertips were about to touch her forehead scratched by fish scales, a kind of electric shock-like pain hit his body from his fingertips. The pain blinded Tang's eyes, and he quickly withdrew his hand.

He saw a hidden, weak, and tough spell in the girl's supposedly beautiful eyes. He widened his eyes and looked at the palm in surprise. This spell he had never seen gave him a feeling that made him The familiarity of fear, as if it had been, or will be in the chaotic future, it will bring him a fatal blow that is enough to bring death.

The broken rune in the girl's eyes slowly dissipated, and Tom held his hand in front of his face without even a trace.

"What's this?!"