Chapter 1087: Section 682: Who Knows (7)
What is death?
It is a purgatory where one cannot read, cannot write, cannot laugh or sorrow, even the strong, even the envoys of the gods must face death one day.
Believers may have envoys to guide them, but... in Constance’s perception, even when falling into the abyss, he still doesn’t see any envoys, no one to lead him, Constance screams silently in endless descent, until light appears again before him.
Awakened from death, Constance Federon, enduring the intense pain in his chest, turned around and saw the square-eared figure standing there... no, it wasn’t Malin, though they all had square ears, this child’s eyes were icy cold, the dagger in his hand still dripping blood, Constance’s blood.
"I have no enmity with the Lord of Justice, you must be His Divine Envoy, why do you want to kill me!"
The Divine Arts repaired Constance’s lungs, allowing him to speak, but the difference in class instinctively made him feel threatened, and the threat taught him to yield.
"You, as a Divine Envoy, threatened Constantine the Sage, that shouldn’t be, as a Divine Envoy, you should understand that this violates our Lord’s taboo, this time you are lucky to survive under my blade." The small envoy of the Lord of Justice said as he sheathed the dagger, turning to glance at the corner: "Why not kill you, it’s simple, there are others who will."
Constance turned around, feeling the cold killing intent from the Divine Envoy of the Noble God, seeing a young man who shouldn’t be here.
"Constance Federon, I originally thought there would be no intersection between us." Malin shook his head as he walked out of the alley: "You shouldn’t have threatened my old friend Constantine Julius, you know he has a family, a despair that cannot betray but must betray me... you were wrong, you made an upright man bend, you forced an honest man to lie, all this just because of you and your so-called deity."