bullyxtreme Chapter 998 Everyone has their own way, but the street in front of Andorn is so quiet
Chapter 998 Everyone has their own way, but the street in front of Andorn is so quiet
“That sounds great,” Beulah commented.
Andorn said in a deep voice:
“I didn’t know if I could succeed or if this was the right thing to do.”
"Whether we succeed or fail, and whether we have made contributions or failed, we will leave it to future generations to judge." Beulah smiled with a bit of arrogance, "We just need to move forward. Each of us is on our own path."
Listening to the radical remarks of the girl in front of him, Andorn gave a complicated and bitter smile.
He asked, "What if your progress happens to block the way of others?"
"Tell the reason first. If you can't make it clear, fight. If you can't beat them, call for help." Beulah showed his three qualities in a row.
"Even if other people's paths are not wrong?" Andorn asked.
"How can there be so many right and wrong in this world?"
Beulah shrugged and said nonchalantly, "It's not uncommon for two groups of people to fight over different ideas while trying to do good things or even accomplish the same thing.
This earth is like a paint box. Countries, organizations, and even individuals are like the various colors of paint in the paint box. No one can stipulate which color is absolutely correct, and no one can stipulate which color is unforgivable.
If I need a certain color, I just need to pick out the corresponding pigment. If the color I need is not available, I can mix multiple pigments and eventually get what I need."
"You are really... ambitious." Andorn made a repetitive comment, "Is this your desire to establish a religion?"
"No, no, no, you misunderstood."
Beulah waved her hands: “I did found a religion, and my religion is dedicated to enabling everyone to live their own life, but these are my means.
I am not a saint. I have done so much, and my ultimate goal is just to make myself valuable enough to not be abandoned. I am also a member of a religion, and I am also trying to live my own life. "
"Are you so confident in your religion that you are sure it can lead believers to the future you talk about?"
"Of course!"
"…Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to question your beliefs."
Andorn realized that his words were no less important to a religious believer than Beulah's evaluation of the law just now.
"This is not a question of belief or not, but of fact," Beulah said firmly.
"Well, I believe you."
Andorn didn't take Beulah's emphasis too seriously.
Most of the Sakota also believe in the law.
Seeing that Andorn couldn't understand, Beulah shrugged helplessly and didn't force anything.
She had no intention of revealing her identity and showing off in front of others.
Andorn is also on his own path. Beulah is happy to see a new possibility for this land, and she believes that Qi Yan feels the same way.
"Do you still feel discouraged and confused now?" Beulah asked with a smile.
"Thanks, I feel better now."
"So what are you going to do next?" Beulah took out her terminal. "We get along very well. Leave me your contact information. If you encounter any difficulties, you can try to contact me. I will try my best to help you."
Andorn did not refuse, but when exchanging contact numbers, he still said tactfully:
"I don't know what I will encounter in my next quest, but if I can continue to walk on this land, I will contact you."
"Look at you. I told you that we have people in the Holy City."
"……it is good."
After the two exchanged contact information, Beulah saw that the food on the table had been almost eaten.
She stood up and stretched her body, then said cheerfully:
"It's time to say goodbye to this brief encounter. You have your own things to do, and I also want to continue to get in touch with the Lateran religion."
"I wish you all the best."
"Don't worry, my former boss will protect me."
The two left the dessert shop side by side and came to the street.
Andorn glanced at the cathedral in the distance, then his gaze slowly dropped back to his feet.
It feels so quiet, and there are no noisy Rutland residents on the streets. It is very different from usual days.
Andoin guessed that it was probably because of the Liberia beauty pageant that attracted the attention of most residents.
But it doesn't matter anymore.
He was in a good mood.
He had to continue to work hard. The conversation with Beulah made him realize that everything he had accumulated was meaningful, and it would be the same in the future. As long as he did not stop, the road would continue to extend...
squeak--
The tires of the luxury business car rubbed against the ground, making a sharp, piercing sound.
Both Andorn and Beulah were startled by the commercial vehicle that suddenly drifted and stopped in front of them. They stood there in a daze, not knowing what was happening.
Until the door of the business car was kicked open, a red angry bird took off and kicked Andorn in the face.
"Andorn, you must face it! You must repent!! You must pay back!!!"
Amid Fiammetta's roar, Andorn was kicked several meters away. He bounced, fell, and slid on the ground until he hit the billboard in front of the dessert shop.
Without giving Andorn a chance to breathe, Fiammetta stood firm and pulled out his grenade launcher on the spot.
The crisp sound of guns being loaded could be heard from far away in the quiet street.
Fiammetta rushed forward again and put the muzzle of the gun against Andorn's face, wishing he could use brute force to slam his head directly into the hard tiles.
"Uh...hiss...huh..."
Andorn was nearly beaten into an Ursus internal guard by this small combo, and he gasped in pain.
He didn't think of resisting.
The moment Fiammetta's figure appeared, he realized that Qi Yan had finally arrived.
"Hiss... why didn't you shoot immediately?" Andorn asked, taking a breath, "Your gun was already against my head. I thought you would kill me without hesitation."
"You think I'm hesitating?"
Fiammetta’s face was filled with anger: “You were allowed to die too easily after being shot, do you know that because of your actions, Lemiaoan’s injuries have not been healed for so many years!
Do you know how many strange looks Mastema had to endure because of your betrayal, forcing her to become a messenger of all nations and travel outside Lateran all day long?
Do you know...you have destroyed the most beautiful memory in my life!"
"Do you want to hear my confession?" Andorn's voice had returned to calm.
"Now that you know this, what are you still waiting for?" Fiammetta said angrily, "You confess to me, I want to hear your wail, don't you have any guilt from the beginning to the end?
Andorne! Answer me in your *Rutlan slang*!"
Qi Yan and others who got off the car were stunned by the sudden sound of "birds singing and flowers blooming".
There wasn't much substance in that short sentence, but Fiammetta successfully used Andorn's mother as the center and ten generations of the family tree as the radius to launch a saturated, all-round firepower coverage!
Andorn was lying on the ground. He could feel the anger coming from the slightly trembling muzzle of the gun.
Taking a deep breath, Andorn looked directly into Fiammetta's eyes and said calmly:
“I have never regretted the decision I made that day.”
"Andorn!!!"
Fiammetta roared and pulled the trigger.