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"However, death is fair after all, and they also have a day of death. The heroes of Gonord have created a spit head named [Dragon Break], using their hatred for the dragon as their will to let them experience death. So they realized that they were not fearless. What they fear most is death that they have been neglecting!"

"So what does this have to do with Jonah?"

"He is a dragon descendant, and there is a real dragon hidden in his heart. Being constrained by a mortal's obsession with life and death, it is death that makes him afraid and succumbing. In the face of such fear, his courage is weak and unbearable. One blow, look, he will not let himself die, let alone Jonas."

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The winery was very hot. Jonas stood in front of a large copper distillation chamber, carefully watching the flame rise in the combustion chamber, hitting the top again and again, being suppressed and scattered, like a flame plate, holding From the huge wine room.

"Sometimes, I think, what is flame? Does it have quality? It is moving, just like water flow, but water and fire are so different that they can't coexist—hey, you say, why do the opposite behave? What about similar traits?"

He did not speak, now it is his turn to speak.The two people who were incompatible with fire and water have actually reversed their personalities.

He always likes to say some fantastic ideas, showing curiosity about natural phenomena, many of them are reasonable, many are also very absurd, in his mouth, the world is very beautiful, like a drama, preparations are in the background , The things presented are all operating in invisible tracks.Why does the flame rise, why the rain drops, the reproduction of animals, the rise and fall of cities, the brewing and bottling of a bottle of wine, these are all organized.

He likes those natural organization, not artificial organization.

Among the nine holy spirits, his favorite is Giuliano, the god of wisdom and logic.

However, he did not believe that the logic of the world was created by the Holy Spirit. He regarded Giuliano as the embodiment of the reason and logic of the world.

If even God does not have the right to be a beak of the rationality of the world, then the order of mortals is even more ridiculous.

There are so many novel ideas, some are thoughts from childhood, some are ideas from wandering, and some are strange ideas in college.He dismissed these things.

"Sometimes I think, when will I die." He continued to chatter. At this moment, Jonas in his memory started to eat dinner, and the winery only offered him two meals a day, a piece of moldy. Rancid bran bread, half a bowl of turbid, sour, bitter and salty potato soup with coarse salt.The slave merchant sold him cheaply to the owner of the winery. Although he was still a free man in law, he was actually a prisoner, not as good as a prisoner, because there is no end to such days, and only death can save him. pain.

Many older slave workers said that when he grows up and has strength, he will be able to eat better things.What they didn't say was the more onerous work.

This is also a kind of order. If this kind of order is judged by people who have nothing to do with it, it may ignore the sad faces of the slaves and boast that the slave owners are particularly responsible for their families.

Jonas just didn't like this order.

He said suddenly, "Stop talking."

He didn't care, "Death is not a humiliating thing, just like a holiday, it will always come, and it also has the suddenness of surprise."

"Enough! Stop talking!" He yelled.

Death, death, death, he always tried his best to avoid the word, but he just didn't follow his will and talked about his views on death, like an expert who is obsessed with investigation.

"You know what a shit! Of course the life of a mortal ant is nothing to care about!"

He smiled, "So my father said that some people are more fair in life. The life of dragons is life, but the life of humans is not?"

Chapter 288 Individual Efforts

This is a cold rainy night.

The torrential rain has poured in for two days and three nights, and it doesn't mean to stop for the time being.

The day is also dim, but after all, the sun will rise little by little behind the clouds, unstoppable, just like the logic of the world movement recognized by Jonas.The sun has come, bringing light, hope, heat, and new life.Even if it is covered by rain clouds, there will still be an unyielding light shining on the earth that silently endures the shadows.

Jonas gently peeled away the thin soil on the head of the grave, and got out of the ground. There was no one around. He stood up straight, bathed in cold rain, and the mud on his body was washed away a little bit.

An Argonian slave from the Black Marsh in the southeast corner of Tamriel told Jonas some tricks to make simple paralyzing poison.

Five hours ago, the unbearable slaves rioted together and were quickly suppressed. The living returned to their cages, and the dead bodies were buried in the wasteland outside the winery.Jonas drank the paralytic poison, made a few cuts to himself, lay in the pile of corpses, and died together.

The sun rose, and he was born again.

The rain washed away some of the soil, revealing some pale bodies, without even a piece of clothing to cover the body, how to come into this world, how to return to nature.

Jonas blessed their dead souls, just as the kind Argonian blessed his life. He was a man who was given hope, so he survived.

"You see, life is so precious to a low-level life like us, we are even willing to play a game with death for it."

He chuckled, "Weak!"

"Don't you know what death is like?"

"On the contrary, I have seen many humble microorganisms die under my sharp claws."

"What is your past like?"

"You don't deserve to know."

"Do you still refuse to let me know you?"

"..." He was silent for a long time, and suddenly sighed anxiously, "Hurry up, time is running out."

Jonas went to the capital city, and he remembered that city, Markas City.

Before going there, he had two wishes, one was to find guards to rescue the slaves in the winery, and the other was to find his lost mother.

He didn't finish any of them.

This is a cold stone city, and the people in it are cold and not kind.

When he asked the guards for help, he was warned not to be troublesome, and asked the residents, who also sloppily perfunctory.

Jonas has never felt such a huge frustration. What's funny is that when he was trekking alone in the wilderness, his hopes gave him infinite power, but when he entered the town where humans gathered, his strength was all a little bit Take time out.

He angrily said: "Shameful! No honor!" This was reprimanding the guards.

"I remember very clearly, I died once to live, and took risks to live for more people, but I found that everything was my wishful thinking."

He stopped talking, just secretly surging in angry emotions.

Jonas fled Markas because he saw the slave merchant.He doesn't know when he will return, but he knows that this matter will never disappear in his heart. This is his own revenge.

He asked: "You want revenge."

"of course."

"I also think, you see, this is what we have in common. As long as you entrust your body to me, I can kill the slave merchant and retrieve your female elders."

"That's my mother."

"To me, your social relationship is meaningless. How about it, just nod your head and agree..."

"This is my revenge, do you understand? Mine."

"Ha ha ha, is there any difference between us?"

"Yes. And it's big."

"I thought that after so long of sharing weal and woe, we have become intimate."