...
...
"Tss!"
Just three short sentences, yet it caused Miser’s body watching from here to tremble slightly, shaking off a lot of spore powder.
Shh shh shh...
The mushroom rchant was truly shocked, she hadn’t expected to have such a strong reaction.
The other party was just a high-tier warrior, and these records were noted many years ago.
But after reading those words, she felt an incredible killing aura, as if blood was constantly flowing from the words.
She hadn’t expected this seemingly ordinary short and stout young man to emit such a dangerous aura.
"..." Herbert’s reaction was much stronger than Miser’s.
Because he already knew Cyril’s story in advance, he wasn’t shocked, just sighed softly, feeling sorry for his tragic fate.
For Cyril and his father, they did nothing wrong, yet they still couldn’t escape the fate of death.
Those who devour others have never just been beasts.
Humans are the monsters that devour others the most.
And after an unknown period of ti, Cyril’s notebook beca much calr.
He recorded many things in a normal tone.
Verbal conflicts with friends, dissatisfaction with his paladin ntor, complaints about competitors... he noted all these things down in his little notebook.
But he never wrote down a single na again.
"..." Herbert flipped through it for a while, directly turning to the second last page of the recent records.
He wanted to know what Cyril thought about that incident?
...
...
Today, I did sothing wrong.
I couldn’t control my anger and ended up making comnts about others whom I didn’t understand.
And these were malicious comnts... a truly despicable act.
Although I still think he’s not a qualified leader now, I won’t deny his arrangents anymore.
I hope, one day, I can muster the courage to formally apologize to him.
...Maybe wait a bit longer, it feels too awkward to say now.
(At the end of this passage, he forcefully wrote down a na——)
（[Cyril]）
...
"The na he wrote down is his own na?"
Herbert looked at that na, sowhat surprised by Cyril’s calmness.
Despite his young age, this young man wasn’t hating others but hating himself.
Truly resentful of doing sothing foolish in immaturity?
"He’s matured a lot, no longer easily controlled by anger."
Herbert thought with emotion, habitually flipping to the next page.
Last page:
...
No no no!
He dared to touch my butt!
He even tried to hug my waist!
No!
I’m not pure anymore!
I’m not clean anymore!!!
Aaaaah!
Kill kill kill!
I want to kill them all!
All of them!!!
...
"Hmm?"
Miser curiously asked, looking at Cyril’s last emotional outburst, "What happened to him? Did sothing happen to make him so angry?"
"I don’t know."
Not bothering to explain further, Herbert shook his head without thinking and said casually: "Maybe he was ambushed from behind?"
Saying that might not be entirely wrong.
After reading the last page of the notebook, Herbert’s eyebrows suddenly raised, and he changed direction, flipping to the last page of the Book of Hatred.
And then, he was stunned.
"As expected, it’s like this..."
The entire last page was densely filled with nas, layer upon layer.
Different colors of ink, so painted with blood, so carved with a dagger.
All were the sa na.
After successfully getting revenge, Cyril did not feel joy and peace, but increased remorse and anger.
Cyril hated that person.
Hated everything about him.
Hated his inability, his incompetence, his lack of strength, his weak will... the Book of Hatred was filled with that unforgettable na.
[Cyril][Cyril][Cyril][Cyril][Cyril]...
They were all his own na.
The person Cyril hated the most had always been himself!
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