FVN Chapter 60: Fifty-One I could have not become this kind of person!_2
Chapter 60: Fifty-One I could have not become this kind of person!_2
Chapter 60: Fifty-One I could have not become this kind of person!_2
“Huh, that kind of thing doesn’t matter anymore; I’ve come to terms with it over the years.” Tim said, shifting his gaze back to the “West Cathedral Chronicles” on the table. “So, what was the question you wanted to ask?”
What was the question?
Ulu felt that there was no need to ask anything else, as Tim’s reaction had already made it clear that Bai Wei’s earlier words of desecration were complete nonsense.
Because before him was a truly devout follower of the Rhein Divine Sect.
Thus, Ulu wanted to discuss the matter of the examination with Tim more than anything, having kept it bottled up for many years without ever having someone to confide in.
“Do you think this is right?” Ulu leaned forward subconsciously, seeming somewhat agitated. “Doesn’t this go against... No, this must certainly go against the doctrine, but why? At which point did the Lord’s grace become so perverted?”
...
Faced with Ulu’s barrage of questions, Tim had to raise his hand to interrupt him.
“Calm down, calm down,” Tim said. “I know you’re dissatisfied with these things, and so am I, but...”
He shrugged his shoulders.
“I’m no Lord Bishop, just an ordinary member of the clergy working in the library.”
Ulu then realized he had probably been too passionate.
Yes, just as Tim had said, he was an ordinary low-rank member of the clergy, not even on par with the low-rank priests in the churches.
What difference did it make, whether he knew about certain things or not?
Ulu looked into Tim’s eyes, as if he could read resignation in those grey pupils.
He too must have been confounded once, but now he had come to terms with reality.
Ulu knew he should not trouble this old man anymore, so he was ready to leave, but at that moment, the silent for so long Bai Wei finally spoke up: “The most important question, you haven’t asked yet.”
Hearing Bai Wei’s voice, Ulu tensed up before coldly replying, “Do you think it’s necessary?”
“Why not ask?” Bai Wei said with a smile. “You’ve come all this way.”
At this point, Tim also noticed Ulu’s discomposure and asked with concern, “What’s wrong?”
Ulu took a deep breath.
Since you’re so persistent, let’s have you see then.
Ulu’s gaze fell once more upon the “West Cathedral Chronicles,” and he began to speak slowly, “I heard a... very blasphemous notion.”
This exhaustion made him want to leave this place immediately, so, like a soulless being, he stood up, ignoring the still-prattling Tim, and staggered to the door. Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught sight of the curtain, and his body stopped.
The next second, a burst of extra strength surged from within him, propelling him briskly to the curtain. Disregarding Tim’s loud questioning, he pulled it open directly.
Two young Priests were lying unconscious on the bed.
Ulu turned his head slowly and stared blankly at Tim.
Tim suddenly seemed embarrassed, shrugging his shoulders, “Well, you found out. Same old rules, one for each of us. I’ve had my eye on these kids for a long time; you’re getting quite the bargain.”
Ulu stared blankly at Tim, his vision blurring, so that Tim’s face gradually morphed, becoming Lu Ji.
...Lu Ji?
Ah, why.
Dead men, still talking.
Tim did not perceive Ulu’s transformation; he kept on muttering, “Really, all those good juniors have been...”
“Ptui.”
An old, rusty pair of scissors was thrust into Tim’s abdomen without warning.
He stared in disbelief, gazing at Ulu who had charged at him.
“Why, why...”
“Ptui!”
Another stab, then a third.
Ulu did not stop; it was as if he had returned to the night he had killed Lu Ji, as if he intended to rip everything apart.
With all his might, Tim barely managed to utter, “Why? Aren’t we... the same kind of people?”
“You gave me a choice?! Did you give me a choice?!” he dropped the blood-soaked scissors and gripped Tim’s neck with force, desperately screaming at him, “I could have been different! I could have been different ahhhhhh!”
“Why?!”
“Why?!”
Tim was no longer able to answer him; it was as if Ulu returned to that failed night ten years ago.
After screaming until hoarse, he was left with answers that would never come.