The Righteous Player(s) - Chapter 1052

[Chapter 91 Damastes Burning Fang]

Chapter 1023 Damastes Burning Fang

has no turning point and no special description.

But Annan realized the desperation of Isaac when he was still young from Isaac’s bland narrative.

When he was most eager for knowledge, he was abruptly closed the door to knowledge.

“And after that?”

Annan couldn’t help asking.

“How do you say…”

Isaac stopped.

He looked up to the sky.

Denisoya’s sky was as blue as ever.

Just like in the old days when he was locked in a small dark room and saw the sky from the window.

“My heart…was full of hatred even,”

Isaac whispered. “I wanted to die at one point – I wanted to be killed on the corner of the table, so that the family couldn’t use me to get money. My uncle might also avenge me…but I was afraid of the pain, so I didn’t do it.

“I then thought about it…even if I die, I should never let them go.

Because at the end of the day, I don’t owe them anything, they owe me.

“—the mother who coaxed me to take out the money; the stepfather who took all the money; the younger brothers and sisters who laughed at me as a ‘nerd’; the grandmother who locked me up because she didn’t want me to have an accident and ‘can’t get the money’… …I even want a fire to set my room on fire and burn myself and all of them to death.

“Perhaps in some future I did.

After all, that hatred was too strong and realistic, as disgusting as the visceral breath overflowing from the cut abdomen.

“I even wondered at one point … if I had killed them and put me in jail. And went crazy because of it and hallucinated that I hadn’t done it yet…

“But in the end, I calmed down. down.

Because I saw those books in my room.

“—I think, if I burn this room down, they will be burnt too. There is still some chance that I can read books, and maybe there are children who are as eager for knowledge as me but have books. I can’t afford it.

” So I thought, if I really can’t go to school… I’ll teach myself.

”

Isaac’s voice was sonorous and firm: “The books I bought contain a lot of knowledge that we haven’t learned or touched yet.

I bought those books, partly ‘can’t wait’ and partly to show off my talents to my classmates – look, I can even read such advanced books.

“Of course, I don’t actually understand those books. Even if I can understand a little bit,

it’s only half-understood.

“But I can’t go out anyway.

So I concentrated on math, and just like that, a month passed… My uncle still didn’t get the money.

”

Speaking of this, Isaac’s voice gradually became indistinct: “So, my book was sold by them, and there was not one left.

“Part of the money from the sale was used to pay off the orchard’s debt. The other part was used to celebrate my sister’s birthday – I was given a chicken leg and a bowl of ham soup to encourage my ‘contribution’ .But I couldn’t eat it at all, I even felt sick.

“So I buckled them on my sister’s head.

And that was the first time in my life I’d been beaten – but I just wanted to laugh watching her cry.

So I laughed out loud while being beaten.

“Or maybe the whisper was too harsh. My stepfather was so frightened of me that he didn’t dare to beat me again. I was just locked up in a little dark room – this time with half the food, even the whale oil lamp. There’s no scratch paper, let alone a lamp.

“But I expected it.

”

Isaac said, with a smile on his face: “I had long guessed that they would sell my book sooner or later.

In that month, I actually almost recited them.

“Even without the book, without the pen, without the light, they couldn’t stop me from continuing to study – at least until I had digested that knowledge.”

“So, I’m in a dark little room, with my eyes closed, and I’m building formulas with my imagination. I’m imagining words with light that emerges in front of me… I have a good imagination, these numbers. Rapid changes, and will not collapse.

“Until one day, when I instinctively stretched out my hand, as usual, like a pen to write ‘numbers’ in the void.

“—The green light reflected by the ‘numbers’ illuminates my fingers in the dark night.”

This is the talent of a “wizard”.

Annan heard it immediately.

Because of an extremely strong desire and an unusually clear desire, Isaac, who was still a teenager, became a “witcher apprentice” without a teacher.

According to Isaac’s account, his stepfather was clearly the type of hawk who didn’t see the rabbit.

If he couldn’t be suppressed, he wouldn’t care about “the child born to the wife’s previous husband” who even had a different surname from his own.

As Isaac’s mother’s childhood sweetheart, Isaac’s mother was supposed to marry him.

But in the end, she married “Flammel” who had better talent, more beautiful appearance and more noble blood.

Annan could even imagine that Isaac’s stepfather would call him “elf bastard” or something like that.

After all, Isaac’s mere existence proves his failure—he’s not the winner over Isaac’s mother, but a spare tire.

Even though Isaac’s biological father had been dead for many years, he still did not receive all the love of Isaac’s mother.

Now, he even needs money from Uncle Isaac to make a living.

His self-esteem is completely out of balance, and even more extreme things may be done…

“After that, it was another month. My stepfather finally got the news that my uncle had passed away… I believe his It should also be hopeless.”

Because the money he borrowed was destined to be repaid.

Once it is known, even if he resells the orchard, he will only be deliberately lowered the price.

In the end, he will be in debt no matter what.

“So, he sent me to the gambling stall. Using the blood of ‘Flammel’ as a gimmick, he hoped to use me to pay off the debt. The reason was ‘someone pays a monthly payment for him’. But I I believe that he just wanted to take the opportunity to deal with me because I was useless.” The corners of

Isaac’s mouth rose slightly, with a sneer on his face: “But there is no such good thing in gambling stalls. Gambling stalls can It’s a place that can eat people without spitting bones, and a real pawnshop can’t accept such a big living person.

“So the gambler replaced me with a bargaining chip and asked him to gamble.

Needless to say the result – he not only lost everything, but even took his own life in it.

The Tower of Black Glory lacks such a ‘teaching tool’ that you don’t have to worry about dying.

“And he has always been an old man, so naturally he is not willing to admit defeat. So he found an opportunity and slipped out… just like that person.

“The stall owner of the gambling stall obviously does not lack such a big man as him. living person.

So the thugs who came after him showed no mercy at all – they beat him to death on the street, passed the fish hook through his belly, and hung him on the stake.

Used to warn other slaves not to think about running away.

“But I was worth more than him. The stall owner put his hand on my shoulder and let me watch him get beaten to death. The stall owner told me that children are worth more than adults. He won’t Sell me to the Tower of Black Light.

” Then he asked me, ‘Do you have anything to say?

What are you good at?

Do you have any special value?

If you don’t say it, it may be too late to say it.

‘

“So I told him calmly, ‘That man sold me cheap.’ So I showed him the spell I had comprehended.

“At that time, he was very happy.

The stall owner told me that he could sponsor me to study at the Wizard Tower, provided that he signed a contract with him and returned to serve him for sixty years in July after graduation.

He also asked me where I wanted to go.

”

…you said at the time, you were going to the Jade Pagoda?

‘

asked Annan.

Isaac chuckled. “Of course not.

” I told him I was going to sell myself again.

The price is the difference between the value of ‘Flammel’ and the value of ‘Flammel who knows magic’.

“—and I took this chip and won myself back in his booth, and won a tuition fee. Of course I wouldn’t want to go back to Denisoya Theological Seminary…I Since I can’t be a bishop of Javon, I can’t gain power. I’ll be hurt, just like before. And a mathematician, nothing changes at all.

“I want real power—I want to be a sorcerer.

“The stall owner lost money, but he didn’t embarrass me. Instead, he seriously explained to me the ‘Wizard War’ that just ended, told me the differences between various schools, and chose the right school with me. He returned the I gave me a travel fee, and sent my men to escort me out of the city… all the way to the Jade Pagoda.

“He said to me: ‘You must make this fucking world a better place.

This promise is what you sold me.

‘”

Isaac’s emerald green pupils seemed to be burning with flames: “I always remember this promise, and I also remember his name.

“His name is Damastes Burningfang. A loser in the ‘Burningfang’ family. He was passionate about trying to change the world, but in the end he chose to complicit… a sinner.

“Although he has committed many laws, he Denisoya’s laws didn’t punish him—for years after he sent me out, he was approached and killed by his nemesis.

Destroyed a whole door.

”

“…And then what?

”

Later…”

Isaac’s deep lake green pupils looked out: “I may have succeeded, and UU reading www.sonicmtl.com may have failed.”

I did make the world a better place…but maybe it wasn’t too good, maybe it was worse than I’ve seen it.

“But I’ve actually done everything I could – I’ve tried. I’ve failed. I’m not a god.

Isaac said, looking at Annan with anticipation and confusion: “But I think you should be different… Your Majesty. Probably different.”

Annan was silent, clenching his cane slightly.

As he thought, Annan’s pupils lit up slightly.

Then he was sucked by his ring for the first time.

He was silent for a long time, then suddenly spoke.

“Do you still remember the location of that gambling stall?

“If you remember…take me to see it.

“The

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