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Agamemnon slowly holstered the revolver in his hand, gazing steadily and deeply at shapeshifter: "But if you find a life that you are willing to strive for, to enjoy and fight for, it seems to me that whether you are human or a monster, it's not so important after all."
Agamemnon's words weighed heavily in the silence of the tavern. He gazed at shapeshifter with a subtle, almost imperceptible sympathy in his eyes. "I know that every life yearns to be understood and accepted. Even if you are a monster, if you choose a path that does not harm others, seeking peace, then I have no reason to stop you from continuing such a life."
shapeshifter Upon hearing these words, its body of soft clay appeared surprised and uneasy. It trembled, seemingly trying to understand the intentions of the Half Blood. "You... will you really spare me? Even though I am not human?" Its voice carried uncertainty and suspicion.
Agamemnon nodded, his expression serious and resolute. "Yes, as long as you abide by my conditions. You cannot harm anyone anymore, and you must sincerely experience and cherish Der Yi and De Xin's lives. Perhaps then, you can find what you truly desire."
Shapeshifter softened slowly, seemingly digesting the unexpected tolerance and understanding. "I understand, Half Blood. I will abide by your conditions, and I will cherish this opportunity," its voice filled with a new determination.
Agamemnon looked at Shapeshifter and felt a hint of complexity in his heart. He turned around, preparing to leave the place, and heard Shapeshifter's voice from behind: "Thank you, Agamemnon. Perhaps one day, you will also find your own path."
Agamemnon did not look back, but simply raised his hand gently to bid farewell. He walked out of the tavern, the streets in the night were quiet, with only the distant lights flickering.
Agamemnon stood at the entrance of Daiyi town, the night breeze gently brought a hint of coolness. He looked back at the town, filled with warmth and resilience, his thoughts drifting far. The people in the town, even after experiencing a terrifying night, did not succumb to fear. Their resilience and unity revitalized the town.
He thought of the mayor and the sheriff, these two figures with heavy responsibilities. Their sense of duty and care for the townspeople were the key to restoring peace to the town. Agamemnon silently blessed them in his heart, hoping they would continue to protect the land they deeply loved.
Then, he turned and looked at the road ahead, took a deep breath, and set out on the road to the capital, Orlando. The starlight in the night sky seemed to guide his journey. His heart was filled with anticipation and curiosity about the future. Perhaps in Orlando, he would find a new purpose or more clues about his own origins.
Under the nightfall, Agamemnon turned his back on the small town and embarked on an unknown journey, leaving behind segments of memories and stories. His steps were firm, and his eyes were filled with the determination of an adventurer. In this world full of monsters and danger, he will continue to seek his own path.
In the vast and winding land of the Solarius Empire, Agamemnon walked alone. The journey from Daiyi town to the capital Orlando would take at least three days. He followed a path that cut through dense forests, surrounded by a wild and mysterious tranquility.
The morning light shines through the dense canopy, creating colorful patterns of light and shadow on the damp ground and moss, making the forest appear vibrant. The air is filled with the scent of morning dew, carrying the fragrance of leaves and soil. The surrounding scenery resembles an exquisite natural painting, presenting a kind of primitive and pure beauty.
Along the way, the crisp and melodious bird songs fill the air, like a natural concert. The birds hop between branches, producing various melodies that harmonize with each other, creating a harmonious chorus. Meanwhile, the small animals hidden in the grass occasionally reveal themselves, exploring the new day and adding more vitality to the forest.
In this environment, Agamemnon's steps appear light and tranquil. Each step of his seems to synchronize with the natural rhythm around him, and his spirit finds a moment of peace in this tranquility. His gaze alternates between staring into the distance and deep contemplation, reflecting on his past experiences and the possible paths ahead.
However, this tranquility is suddenly shattered by a noisy argument and the clashing of weapons. Agamemnon quickens his pace, rushing forward like the wind towards the commotion. The scene before him immediately heightens his alertness: a truck has been intercepted, nearby guards lie in pools of blood, and only one merchant remains, cowering in fear on the ground.
The group of attackers that suddenly appeared seemed somewhat stunned at the arrival of Agamemnon, but quickly they formed a circle with fierce eyes and unsteady stances, surrounding him. Agamemnon scanned each of them, quickly determining from their crude weapons and rough equipment that they were just a group of ordinary bandits.
At the same time, the fallen merchant, a young man, despite being in a dangerous situation, spoke with a firm tone. He looked at Agamemnon and urgently said, "Hey! Get out of here! They're after me, it's none of your concern."
Agamemnon did not leave immediately, but instead kept a close eye on the surrounding environment, assessing the situation. His gaze was sharp, but also revealed a hint of calmness. He knew that in this kind of situation, blind action would only increase the risk.
The bandits were obviously shocked by his unwavering stance. They looked at each other, unsure of how to deal with this suddenly appearing Half Blood. Their fingers tightly gripped their weapons, but no one dared to make the first move.
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