"What are you going to do?"
Robin shouted in terror. Rosse's reassurance had already made her feel afraid, and with what Verlan did, and the comparison with what her mother did, she was already on the verge of collapse.
Now she suddenly noticed, Olvia picked up the gun again.
And this ti, Olvia pointed the gun at her.
Seeing this scene, Gion and Zephyr, who had been watching, had their pupils shrink suddenly.
Although they had so criticisms of Rosse's actions, these people ultimately had to be killed, just a matter of how.
They originally thought Rosse was using faith to threaten an ordinary woman and make her fall.
But now, judging by Olvia's behavior, how was she a historian unyielding for her faith? This was simply a lunatic.
No matter how important that history was, could it really be more important than one's own flesh and blood?
Pointing a gun at one's own biological daughter, this kind of scene, in their view, was simply unimaginable.
If Verlan's suicide earlier made them feel regret, then now, as for Olvia, they truly felt she deserved to die.
Those who study that forbidden history really aren't normal people.
"OLVIA, ARE YOU CRAZY!!!", Robin shouted in breakdown, not just because soone was pointing a gun at her, but because she felt she had trusted wrongly.
For Olvia, she had given so much.
But in the end, Olvia actually wanted to point a gun at her just to study history.
"Is studying history really that important?"
"Robin, you don't understand," Olvia pressed her lips together, her hand holding the gun trembling, but still did not move away from the target, "That is the blood, sweat, and tears of all the people of Ohara."
"Uncovering history and letting everyone know the truth is the long-cherished wish of all of us Ohara historians."
"After today, only I can fulfill it."
"Robin, I'm sorry!", Looking at the crying and broken-down Robin, two lines of tears flowed down Olvia's cheeks.
Olvia slowly closed her eyes, aid at Robin's body, and suddenly pulled the trigger.
BANG!!!
The gunshot rang out, the bullet shot forth.
At this mont, Gion and Zephyr wanted to move, but under Rosse's signal, they ultimately stopped.
Bullets are fast to ordinary people, but to soone as strong as Rosse, the speed was just so-so.
He casually moved Robin's body a bit.
SHH!
The bullet struck Robin's abdon, dyeing a large area of her body red.
Even though the bullet used was of the weakest power, under the kinetic force of the modified silver pistol, it still caused great harm to Robin.
But the pain in her body, at this mont, didn't hurt as much to Robin.
The greatest pain was the death of her heart.
Olvia had really shot at her.
If Rosse hadn't saved her, that bullet would've pierced her heart.
"OLVIA, I HATE YOU!", In the final mont before losing consciousness, Robin looked at Olvia, there was no more familial affection or love for her mother in her eyes, only full of resentnt.
'Also a historian, Uncle Verlan can kill himself for his family, yet my mother wanted to kill .'
She too was a historian recognized by everyone. It was never said that the history must be made public like this.
'Never!'
'Olvia, I hate you!'
'You'll regret it!'
"Take care of her," Rosse gently picked up Robin and handed her to Gion, who walked up.
Gion sighed, glanced at the still eyes-closed Olvia, and her eyes were filled with disgust.
'Such a woman is unworthy of being a mother.'
Taking Robin, Gion began to administer ergency treatnt.
Rosse's small movent just now had been seen by her, and she knew Rosse didn't want Robin to die either.
Robin's injury wasn't that serious, not even worse than what she suffered during regular training in the camp.
But this not-so-serious wound would be rembered by Robin for the rest of her life.
"Saint Rosse, I've fulfilled my agreent with you," Olvia collapsed weakly to the ground, not daring to look at Robin, only casting a hopeful gaze toward Rosse.
"Not bad, I'm very satisfied," Rosse smiled and stepped forward, standing in front of Olvia.
As for Olvia's actions, he was very satisfied.
'So ruthless.'
'To continue studying historical texts, she actually shot her own daughter?'
It couldn't be said that Olvia didn't love Robin, just that the degree of love didn't surpass her own dream.
If Olvia really had killed Robin today, he had no doubt that she would repent every day.
But at the sa ti, this woman would be even more determined in her path, either completing her dream or starting a new life.
Such a person, if placed in his previous life, would have boundless prospects.
Unfortunately, in this world that requires strength, no matter how ruthless your heart is, without strength, it's useless.
Rosse bent down and gently stroked Olvia's silver hair, as if caressing a newly bought pet.
When his hand first touched Olvia, he clearly felt her body tremble slightly, but soon it stopped.
She let his hand gently stroke, let him touch at will.
She had already lost both her companions and her daughter. Other than the historical texts, Olvia had nothing left to lose.
"Co on, stand up," Rosse said softly, wrapping his arms around Olvia and pulling her up from the ground.
After experiencing what just happened, how could Olvia still have strength?
As soon as Rosse pulled her up, she almost collapsed again.
In her panic, she instinctively leaned against Rosse, as if she had found so support.
Finally stabilizing her posture, Olvia also realized sothing and hurried to pull away.
But before she could move, she felt Rosse's arm around her waist, "In your current state, you can't walk out of Ohara."
Olvia fell silent.
The killing just now, combined with the pain and psychological trauma, she really couldn't even walk for a while.
She didn't struggle again.
At the mont Rosse stroked her hair, Olvia had already imagined what might happen next, and even the scenes flashed through her mind.
Olvia thought she would be furious.
But the dominant emotion in her heart turned out to be indifference. She couldn't believe it herself, but it was the truth in her heart, and she was sure of it.
'Yeah...'
'I have already shot my daughter. Is there anything else worth struggling for?'
As long as she could continue studying the historical texts, everything else didn't matter.
"Take this, and keep it safe. If you lose it, I can't make a second copy,".Rosse's words sounded in Olvia's ear, prompting her to reach out and take the stack of docunts from his hands.
Olvia held them like a treasure, hugging them tightly to her chest.
These docunts were the lifelong efforts of her companions and what they exchanged for with their lives, she had to protect them well.
"Let's go!", Rosse called out, holding Olvia in his arms and taking the lead toward the escape route.
Ti had already been delayed long enough. It was about ti to prepare for a fireworks show.
Zannie and Zephyr silently followed behind Rosse. Gion turned back to glance at the Tree of Knowledge, then carried Robin and caught up with the group.
Spandine stayed at the back, watching Rosse depart, and knelt again on the ground, "Farewell, Saint Rosse! The direction you walk will forever be the direction of our blades!"
As he said this, he bowed his head in a full prostration in the direction Rosse had left, not rising.
Not until Rosse disappeared from view did Spandine slowly stand up, "All right, everyone, pack it up!"
He waved his hand and ran toward the port.
Behind him, though so of CP9 looked at him with contempt, many of CP9 genuinely admired Spandine from the bottom of their hearts.
Such a person naturally deserves the favor of his superiors.
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