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The spiral sword in the bonfire shone brightly, the flames skyrocketed, and a figure emerged from the flames. It was Ashes, holding a blood-stained and outrageously bent long sword in his hand, but the armor on his body looked as shiny as new, and even the shield behind him showed no signs of wear and tear.

"Welcome back, Lord Ash." A voice came.

The fire-proof girl who had been standing by the bonfire early lifted her skirt and bowed gracefully. Ash just nodded slightly, he took out a cloth bag from his waist, and then walked straight to the deep passage where the sound of hammering was heard.

An old black-robed old woman sitting on a chair saw him coming, lowered her head, and asked respectfully, "Lord Ashes..."

The blacksmith who was blacksmithing, a burly old man saw him coming and grinned: "Ah, it's you! Finally back! Is that sword still in use?"

Ash walked in front of him and handed the blood-stained sword to him. The blacksmith frowned and looked at it for a while: "What did you fight with...? Why is the sword bent like this? Hey, I said You, it's not a hammer or anything. If you want to use a blunt weapon, I'm not without it. But since you're going to use a sword, use it well for me!"

"I saw some things that shouldn't exist. Use a little more strength."

The blacksmith's face became weird: "You're not kidding me, are you? It's not that kind of thing, is it?"

Ashes just nodded silently.

"Tsk...that's disgusting." The blacksmith smacked his lips in disgust, and then patted his strong chest with his heavy gloved hand: "You can rest assured, come and pick it up later, make sure she's as sharp as before. You know my Andre's craftsmanship!"

There was a rare smile in Ash's voice: "Yeah."

He went down the stairs on the left, and there was a small corner in the darkness, where sat a thin man with a strange mask, with a tattered cloth under his feet, on which lay some items such as Daggers, throwing knives, fire pots and the like. Seeing the arrival of Ashes, he waved his hand quite happily: "Oh! It's you!"

Ash stood in front of him and silently handed over the cloth bag in his hand.

After the man took it, he opened it and glanced at it, his body curled up, as if he had lost all strength, and even his voice became listless, with an undisguised sadness in it: "Yes, that's right. That woman is dead. what."

"Ha, I expected it. It's a lot easier to hear the news... That nagging woman..."

The man scratched his head, and his other hand tightly clasped the cloth bag in his hand: "You can hold that ring, and treat it as that one, hey, thank you."

Ash didn't say much, he has always been very silent, just nodded. Then back at the campfire, he sat down silently, not saying a word, and no one could see his expression because he was wearing a helmet. It can only be guessed from the direction of staring, he should be staring at the burning bonfire.

"...Lord Ash."

The fire girl sat down beside him and said softly.

Ash turned his head slightly.

"Have you met a strange traveler?"

"No."

"Really... If you meet him, please don't communicate with him."

"Why?"

The fire-proof girl turned her head, and she also looked at the small flames in the brazier that burned with the ashes: "He... may stop you from spreading the fire."

Ash just nodded slightly, as for his true thoughts, only he himself knew.

"You promised? Great..."

The fire girl seemed quite happy, but it didn't last long, because Ashes spoke a long list of rare words.

"Spreading the fire... Again and again, constantly reincarnating, is the life you give really meaningful?"

The fire-resistant woman squeezed the skirt tightly with both hands: "Do you... also think that way?"

"I just feel lost."

Ash turned his head, and he took off his helmet, revealing a rather unremarkable face. That face has nothing to do with heroes, but looks like a world-weary middle-aged uncle, full of exhaustion: "I... may have spread fire quite a lot. I have forgotten many people, but only Only remember the people I had to kill..."

"But no matter how many times I continue the flame, it will eventually go out one by one. Up to now, the world is lifeless. I can't see any hope. Do you think it is necessary for the flame to continue to be passed down in such a world? "

The fire girl didn't speak, but Rudaus, who was sitting on the throne, raised his head: "If you put your question in the past, it should be worth thinking about by many deviant philosophers."

He said slowly: "However, for me, spreading fire is the meaning of this rotten body to survive to this day. But after all, I'm just firewood, you are the king hunter, and the one who carries the power of flame— So if you want it to go out, do it."

The disheartened man who had been sitting on the steps also joined the conversation in a low voice: "Ah, put out the flame... Hehe, what a bunch of fools, even the doomed ashes don't want to go on, yet they are still stupid stay there stupid..."

There was a vague cry in his voice, and his voice became lower and lower: "I'm not qualified to laugh at them, right? After all, I'm the only one who escaped..."

Ash put on his helmet again, he didn't need a name, he didn't need an identity. At best, you don't even need to have feelings. Just put the helmet back on and he's back to that ruthless killing machine.

Blacksmith Andre shouted in the passage: "Hey! Your treasure has been repaired by me! Come and see!"

Needless to say about Andre's craftsmanship~www.novelmt.com~ Ashes took the sword and inserted it into the scabbard at his waist, which made Andre dissatisfied: "You bastard! What are you still doing the same as before? I don't care about anything, but I spent a lot of effort to repair it for you, don't break it again this time, or you will pay a lot of money to repair it!"

Ash nodded. He was about to leave, but Andre whispered: "I didn't expect to see you after so long. Then again, you never told me your name. Ah. Hey, Ash, what's your name?"

The question stopped him, and with his back to Andrei, he fell silent.

"What's wrong?"

"......I forgot."

Andre was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter, but whether it was a mockery or something else, only he knew: "Really? Even a hero like you forgets his name, it's really sad. world!"

Ashes just walked silently towards the Spiral Sword bonfire.