Chapter 3836

The road to 【Saint's Cliff】 is not long, and Xia De and the doctor soon arrived at the edge of the cliff together.

At this moment, the rustling snow fell from the cliff toward the undulating snow mountain. After experiencing that long night last week, Fatumonster Snow Mountain seemed to have not changed at all, but it seemed that everything had become different.

Xia De took out the pure white 【Rebirth】 Apple of Destiny and looked at the outside of the mountain cliff with the doctor:

"Doctor, the price of your gaining power is to watch over that thing, the price of the priest gaining power is to collect remains and be affected by the power of the remains, the price of the writer gaining power is to have another individual who is connected to his soul, and together they are endowed with some great responsibility."

"The diviner doesn't need to be mentioned, she got the most, but the price paid is also the most."

Xia De threw the apple in his hand down the cliff, and then sensed that this thing finally dissolved in the wind and snow:

"Then what about me? What will be the price for me to gain such power and embark on such a life path?"

After throwing the apple, Xia De carried the cat and looked at the snow mountain in the snow with his hands behind his back. The doctor asked him:

"Detective, are you worried about the future?"

"I am worried about the past and the future. I don't know what the past me experienced; I don't know what the future me will welcome. The current me only has to firmly grasp what I already have, and then wait for a certain moment in the future to know the story of the past and pay the price I should pay."

Regarding the fear of what happened in the spring of 1853, the outsider didn't even reveal a bit in front of long-haired Luvia, but at this moment he was willing to tell the psychologist beside him his most real thoughts.

Although Xia De didn't tell the doctor in detail about the "Fall", he had mentioned before that he would go to the ruins of a Moon Tower on Mount Kalas soon. Coupled with the understanding of Xia De's past experiences, the doctor easily understood the fear in Xia De's heart:

"If the time really comes for you to pay the price, all of us friends will be by your side."

Xia De asked with a smile:

"I thought you would comfort me by saying that there won't be any price in the future."

The doctor looked at him:

"If I comfort you like this, would you believe it?"

The outsider wouldn't believe it, because he knew how lucky he was, and he also knew how much he had gained in just two years.

The help of the Old Gods, the favor of the girls, drop after drop of divinity, blessing after blessing, a body that can absorb external power to strengthen itself, a soul that is powerful to the point of being almost invincible, all of this is of course not normal.

Xia De knew that some of these things were fought for by himself, but the ability to gain the opportunity to "fight for" itself was already a treatment that no one else could obtain.

He had known for a long time that he would have to pay some price, and this feeling had reached its peak after the story of destiny ended.

The cold wind blew from the left with snow, and the sunlight was refracted by the snowflakes in the air, presenting a strange color on the top of the snow mountain that no ink could copy. Under the vast sky was the magnificent snow mountain. At the edge of the top of the snow mountain, Xia De breathed the air, felt the snowflakes and the cold wind, and didn't speak for a long time. The doctor was very optimistic:

"You are just expecting that you have to pay a price, while I am destined to welcome very miserable things in the future. Detective, I am not worried, so what are you worried about?"

The doctor closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if enjoying the leisure at this moment:

"I understand your mood. In the few years before I decided to start hunting demons to gain power, that is, the few years when I was most confused, I had the same confusion as you, but what I feared was more specific than yours."

"Then how did you adjust, doctor?"

Xia De asked, and Bill Schneider opened his eyes and smiled at the outside of the cliff:

"Didn't adjust, I am still worried about the future. It's just that twenty years have passed, and I have accepted my destiny."

"Because you can't resist, so you accept?"

"No, because there is hope, so I accept."

The doctor asked:

"Detective, although it is snowing now, is there still sunlight?"

"Of course, don't talk about such snow, even in blizzard weather, you can still see the sunlight."

"Look, you also understand such a truth. Keep hope, and then wait to grasp the moment when destiny might turn around. If destiny is really a double-edged sword, it gave us power, so it wants us to pay a price, and we paid the price, then what about the other side of the price?"

Behind him is the square, the tower. And at the edge of the cliff, Xia De carried the cat with his hands behind his back, and the doctor beside him stretched out his right hand toward the front, as if to grasp something in the air.

"I sealed that terrifying existence for this world, making this part of the power of the Primordial Demon almost completely silent; and you, detective, you have saved this world so many times, saved countless people, and defeated countless monsters that shouldn't have appeared."

"Don't we do all this, shouldn't destiny give feedback? If destiny only collects rewards when people gain, but doesn't give feedback when people actively pay, then destiny is unfair."

The doctor said to Xia De quite seriously:

"I don't mean that we should do nothing and just wait for destiny to give us salvation. I just believe that everything has meaning. I chose this path for myself, so I will definitely go on. As for future things, I also believe that I can find a way to solve them."

"Destiny has two sword edges, one is you, one is destruction. When the world welcomes destiny, whether it is you or destruction that faces it, I don't know, and others don't know either. The choice is in your hands."

After saying this, the doctor didn't speak anymore, but stood with Xia De at the edge of the cliff looking at the scenery under his feet.

Under the gloomy sky, the snow mountain is silver-white as a whole, and the rugged outline and silver-line-like mountain ridges show infinite desolation. The two standing on the top of the majestic snow mountain look like ants. The snow surface reflects the sunlight, and the snow particles are dense in this picture, but they make the picture produce a hazy effect.

Snowflakes fall rustlingly, dyeing their shoulders white. The wind on the top of the mountain blows the corners of their clothes, but it can't blow them at all. This looks like an oil painting with dull colors, and the falling snow makes the atmosphere exceptionally gloomy.

It's just that Xia De in the picture suddenly raised his right hand, letting a cluster of slender pure silver flames appear in his palm.

So that ray of pure silver light illuminated the center of the picture, like hope blooming again in despair.

Xia De looked at that cluster of flames, as if seeing the past, present, and future from it. The doctor's words didn't comfort Xia De, but they did inspire him.

This moment is far from the final moment. Although the story of destiny has ended, the outsider's story is still continuing. Even if he has to pay some price in the future, as long as he continues to walk, he will eventually be able to pay the price for that "gift" one day.

His tightly frowned brows loosened, and he exhaled a long breath. At this moment, looking at the pure silver flame in his hand, even though there were still doubts and troubles in his heart, the outsider was already prepared to welcome new challenges.

"After all, I won this time."

"She" laughed in the wind. Xia De held the flame and looked at the silver-white mountain range undulating like the spine of a giant beast in the snow from the swaying pure silver firelight:

"Then, say something."

"She" voice made the wind on the top of the mountain gentle, and made the snowflakes at this moment have temperature—

【Sixth Era, General Calendar 1855, early spring, month of wind. The smoke of destiny has dissipated, but the snow of winter has not stopped yet. The stage after the seven-act performance has been curtained. Behind the curtain, the snake fell to the sword of destiny, and the falling moon also knew the truth behind the curtain. Outsider, the story is wonderful because of you, and destiny has given birth to new possibilities because of you. Standing at the place of falling at this moment, are you looking forward to the next story?】

Xia De exhaled white smoke in the snow:

"This time's words, although they are still as high-level as before, I want to hear you comfort me."

"She" laughed in the wind, laughed under the desolate sky, laughed in the vast snow mountain:

【Destiny has two sword edges, one is you, one is me. The two edges will never confront each other, but will be tempered together in the furnace until they move toward extinction together. At this moment, you are leaning on me, and I am leaning on you.】

Even no matter how depressed his mood was just now, Xia De still couldn't help but show a smile in the snow.

"But when this double-edged sword faces the enemy, why is it always me facing the enemy?"

He felt again that someone was hugging him from behind, and the feeling was very gentle:

【As long as one edge is not destroyed, the sword will not perish.】

"The two edges of the double-edged sword, since they won't confront each other, does it also mean they can't touch?"

"She" smile became more and more gentle:

【Destiny is a double-edged sword.】

"What do you mean?"

He asked in the wind.

【And you, my dear outsider, what you chose in the Tower of Myriad Images was not destiny.】

Xia De, who smiled and exhaled a long breath, looked at the magnificent scenery at this moment:

"Yes, destiny is a double-edged sword."

The silver flame held in his right hand swayed in the wind. The gloomy scenery on the top of the snow mountain and in the snow became beautiful and full of hope because of this touch of pure silver moonlight.

However, Bill Schneider didn't look at the silver fire in Xia De's hand. From just now, he noticed that there were undulating silver light threads on Xia De's back, as if his back had grown hair, or as if a person with silver long hair overlapped with him, only the hair was blown by the wind.

But soon, the golden light and shadow emerging from the void replaced those silver light lines, eventually forming a huge and blurred Ouroboros disk.

It's just that the disk looked like an apple for some reason.

The doctor, who waited for the expected strange scene in the snow, nodded secretly, feeling that this was reasonable, and then he continued to enjoy the scenery outside the cliff.

The silver light marks continued to drift behind the outsider, that was "she" continuing to hug him gently, but he didn't turn his head, only the cat on his shoulder looked at the moonlight drifting sideways.

【It has been a long time since you turned your head to look behind you when I spoke.】

"She" said again.

"Then, will you be behind me?"

Xia De turned around to look behind him, but sure enough, he didn't see anything. While sighing deeply, he turned his head back, but at this moment, it was as if the wind brought snowflakes to kiss his face lightly. The outsider looked at the continuous snow mountain ridges with some surprise on his side face, and then laughed dumbly in the snow.

That snowflake that kissed Xia De's cheek then spun and was carried by a gust of wind toward the higher part of the gloomy sky. The two on the top of the desolate snow mountain became smaller and smaller, while the undulating silver-white mountain ridges remained the same as ten thousand years ago, waiting for the next wonderful story.

In the wind, "she" voice came:

【Outsider, you have gained new power.】

(End of this volume)