These Rands have all heard it before, and it seems that they have heard it more than fifty times. Now he always seems to know what he is going to say before this population. Some of them are things that he hopes he will never know, such as the entertainment method of Thermohagrid, while others are meaningless. Did Desmond throw himself into the shadow because he was jealous of Lu Si Celine Tramon? Randall imagined that being jealous of others would lead a person to do such a thing, which is definitely impossible. Yasmodine said that the reason for his fall was to gain eternal life so that he could enjoy music for a limited time. He said that he used to be a famous composer, which was meaningless, but this messy and often bloody information may contain the key to life in the doomsday war. Rand knew how he told Murray that he would eventually fight with those who abandoned the light. Whether in the last war or before, he drank the glass and put it on the floor in one gulp, which could not wash away the fact.
There was a light touch on the bead curtain. Rand turned his head and saw the white-robed vigilante coming into the room. They cleaned up the leftover wine and food on the carpet scattered by him and the tribal leaders. In addition, a man put a large silver tray on the table tray, and there were several covered dishes, a silver cup and two large pottery pots with green stripes. One pottery pot should contain wine and the other water. A female vigilante sent a lighted gilded oil lamp and put it next to the tray. It was already dyed red and yellow by the setting sun outside the window, and it was hot in the day and cold in the night, and it suddenly became comfortable.
Rand looked at the righteous people for a while before continuing, "Jessin, what do you think my chances are in the final war?"
Yasmodine hesitated to pull the red and blue striped wool blanket on the mat, and then he tilted his head and looked up at Rand as usual. "On the day we met here, you found something in your square."
"Forget that!" Rand said fiercely that they were two things, not one. "I have destroyed it anyway." He felt that Yasmodine’s shoulders sank slightly.
"In that case, the dark emperor will devour you alive. Once I know that he is free, I will cut my blood vessels. If I have the opportunity to do so, it will be much better to die quickly than my other ending." He threw the blanket aside and stared blankly at the front. "It will definitely be better than being crazy. Now pollution has harmed me just like you. You have destroyed the link to protect me." There is no bitterness and despair in his voice.
"What if there is another way to isolate that pollution?" Rand asked, "What if it can be removed? Will you kill yourself then? "
Yasmodine gave a bitter laugh. "The shadow devours me. You must have. You are the damn creator! We’re dead! We’re both dead! Is it blind pride that keeps you from seeing this, or is it because your brain is too stupid? You shepherd? "
Rand restrained his anger. "Then why don’t you finish it for yourself quickly?" He asked sternly, "I’m not blind to what you and Lanfeier are going to do, and I’m not stupid enough to be fooled by her and bind you like this." If there is no hope, no chance, no possibility … then why are you still alive? "
Yasmodine still didn’t look at Rand. He rubbed his nose. "I once saw a man hanging from a cliff." He said slowly, "Weathered rock is turning his fingers into powder. He can barely catch a few roots of Artemisia scoparia loosely attached to the rock surface and grow leaves. That’s his only chance to climb back to the cliff." He suddenly smiled without joy. "He must know that those grasses are broken when pulled."
"Did you save him?" Rand asked, but Yasmodine didn’t answer.
As Rand walked to the door, the melody of "Death Song" sounded behind him again.
Bead curtain closed behind him and crouched in the wide corridor. Five guns marched lightly across the light blue floor and gathered around him. Except one of them, they were taller than the average woman. Although their height was not outstanding according to Eigil’s female standards, their captain’s name was Adeling, and Birand was shorter by one punch. The shortest one was Anera, whose hair color was red as fire. Like Alwen, they were almost extremely sensitive to the topic of height. Like those tribal leaders, their eyes were blue. Gray or green hair is light brown, yellow or red, except for a bunch of long hair at the back of the neck, which has been cut short. On one side of their belts, there is an arrow pocket, and on the other side, there is a long dagger, which is placed in the middle corner of the box. Behind their backs, each of them is holding a short spear with three or four long blades and a small cowhide shield. They don’t want to guard the fireplace and children. Eigil girls have their own warrior regiment-Fadari Smai-shooting at the crowd.
Rand made a slight bow to them, causing the gun audience to chuckle. Bowing is not Eigil etiquette, not the way he was taught before. "I saw you. Where is Adeline Qiao Yindai? I think she should have been with you just now. Is she ill? "
"I saw you, Rand Arthur," Adeline replied. Her suntanned face made her short yellowish hair look brighter, and there was a pale white scar on one cheek. "Maybe she was ill! She mumbled to herself all day, and less than an hour ago, she put the bride’s corolla at the foot of Garland, a clan of Gao Xin Ai Yi Jie Hyde. "Several of his gunmen shook their heads, and getting married meant giving up their guns." The day is the last day of his or her righteous followers, and Qiao Yindai is the black rock clan of Salad. "She deliberately emphasized the tone of this sentence, which is very special. Rightists and their masters often have marriage and love, but tribes with blood feuds rarely marry, even when blood feuds are temporarily put on hold.
"This is a disease that can be broadcast," Anella said with some excitement. "The sound is always as full of heat as hair." Since we came to Rudian, one or two gunmen have made their bride’s corolla every day. "
Rand nodded. He hoped that they would take this action as sympathy for the "patients". It was his fault. If he told them that he wanted to know how many gunmen would still risk staying with him, maybe they would all keep their honor and they would not have more fear than the tribal leaders. Even the gunmen would think it was better to get married than to experience what those tribal leaders had experienced. Maybe, "I’m going to leave immediately," he said to them.
"We will wait patiently," Adeling said, but Rand and his wife don’t see much patience. They all seem to be on the verge of immediate action.
However, Rand really didn’t have much time to weave his soul and fire to wrap the room and separate it from himself, so that it can be independent and stable. Now everyone can freely enter and leave the room except men with guiding ability. Now he or Yasmodine is walking through this door like walking through a solid fire wall. This is because he accidentally discovered that a weaving is bound. Yasmodine doesn’t have enough strength to pass through it. No one should question what a singer does, but Jacin Netta has been sleeping as far as possible away from Ai. The coachman Hadang Kader and his bodyguards also fully understood his choice. Now Rand can know exactly where this man shot tonight, and the audience never asked questions.
He turned around and shot the crowd. Behind him, the formation appeared as if he would be attacked immediately. Asmodin still played the sad line.
Arms outstretched to both sides, Matt Cauthorn walked along a dry white fountain pool and sang to people watching him in the fading light.
"We’re going to drink wine until there’s no drop left.
Kissing girls makes them stop crying.
Throw the dice high
Until we rushed to that thousand-kill shadow. "
During the day, the heat subsided, and the air became cool, which reminded Matt for a moment that he should embroider gold and green silk coat buttons. But the kind of drink called Aussie in Eigil seemed to be stuffed with a group of buzzing bees in his head, which made him immediately drive away the idea. On a platform in the dusty fountain pool, there were three white stone statues of naked women, each of which was twenty feet high. They all held their shoulders with one hand and the other hand. A water bottle was poured forward, and one statue’s head and high arm disappeared, and the other shoulder bottle was broken.
"We will dance all night.
Girls on their knees play together
Until the moon crossed the sky.
Then you and I will ride side by side.
Rushed to the thousand kill shadow "
"It’s a good song of death," a coachman shouted with a strong Lugard accent. "Hadang’s hands are tightly clustered away from the Eigil people who are waiting for the fountain. These coachmen and bodyguards are big and fierce, but everyone believes that Eigil people will cut their throats if they are not pleasing to the eye. It’s not wrong for them to think so." I heard my old grandmother say’ Thousands of shadows are killed.’ "The Lugard man with big ears continued." But it’s not right to praise death like this. "