TBR CH77.2

A gentle touch spread on his arm. Tar caressed his long scar, and the wound began to itch slightly. Then, the flesh grew back together, and the broken blood vessels became intact again. When Tar moved his hand away, his entire arm was intact and smooth. Except for being too thin due to lack of food and clothing, all the pain was gone.

Even the most outstanding parish bishop in the monastery, the ability he usually displayed was only one-thousandth of the miracle before him.

Out of surprise, the boy held his breath, but the treatment did not just stop at his right hand. Following the first healed place, a certain power flowed steadily and powerfully to all parts of his body.

Reassembling the shattered, restoring the torn, and removing all the necrotic.

He had never been so relaxed since he could remember. Edwin felt his complete body and was amazed for a moment. So he could live like this, without being troubled by the severe pain all night and the dull ache that clung to his bones. So there was such a power in the world that could restore a scarred body in an instant. This power made him yearn.

He so eagerly desired to grasp the cruel word of fate, so he had to work extremely hard and be ahead in every aspect. What he needed was precisely power.

Who on earth was Tar?

Tar withdrew his fingers, looking with satisfaction at the completely healed boy before him. The young Edwin looked a little at a loss, until those light gray pupils subconsciously found him in the room. “Could you,” the boy asked with great difficulty. He believed he was harboring an undeserved expectation, but he still couldn’t help but want to give it a try. “Can I stay by your side? I am willing to exchange my everything, and will absolutely not do anything against your will. Since you have already paid such a high price for me, selling me would make it difficult to get the return you deserve.”

“Oh,” the man with red pupils finally showed a smile again. “Have you guessed my identity?”

B.

Tar’s escape this time lasted for a full half an hour. He was used to returning to the place of pursuit after a short period of hiding. After all, the most dangerous place was the safest place. But this time, things were obviously not as he had expected.

When he sat down and began to stir the ice cubes in the orange juice with a small brass spoon—as a fugitive, Tar was very restrained with alcohol, and would not continue to drink when he knew there was danger—anyway, orange juice was also good. The ice cubes shone in the bright orange juice, like small suns.

The demon was startled. He suddenly saw a pair of gray eyes in the hazy reflection of the ice cubes. “Found you,” the man said to him in a soft voice, with a sigh of satisfaction.

Tar’s hands and feet were stiff. The small brass spoon fell to the bottom of the cup with a crisp sound. He immediately began to observe the escape routes around him, but no, it was too close. He was sitting right on his right hand side. He must have never left the tavern, but had very cleverly hidden himself with illusion magic, which was why the demon who walked into the tavern had not noticed at all.

Edwin tilted his head and looked at the Tar who was trying hard to stay calm.

Even though he was in an extremely disadvantageous situation, this traveler who was good at dealing with all kinds of situations was only stunned into silence for a moment, and then he had collected his fragile expression very well. Edwin knew he had absolutely not given up. Those slightly turning red pupils were inlaid with a bright golden edge by the warm light of the tavern, constantly looking for his negligence, to find a possibility for escape.

At the same time, Tar must also want to find a way to negotiate with him.

“Hi,” the young demon shrank back into his chair. “Have I offended you? If I had met you before, I would have had an impression. I wonder if you are willing to tell me your name?”

The dangerous stranger was very cooperative. “Edwin.”

“Okay, Edwin,” the demon called out the name familiarly, as if calling a close friend. “To be honest, I’m not sure either. Why don’t you just tell me—has the Holy See suddenly added a character I don’t know, or are you from that abyssal demon realm, a place that also wants my life?”

Edwin shook his head.

His light gray pupils looked at him. Tar suddenly felt there was something close to softness in that gaze—perhaps he had seen wrong, perhaps it was the light. But, if he were to believe the intuition that had saved his life countless times again, this seemingly unfathomable stranger, for some reason, made him relax his guard slightly.

“Neither,” Edwin said. “Please believe me, I have no ill will towards you.”

Tar almost couldn’t help but laugh. If he had believed everyone who spoke to him like this, he would have been burned to death on the Holy See’s gallows long ago. But, this at least showed that Edwin did not intend to attack him directly. This was good, because the other’s body had a dangerous aura he had never seen before, far exceeding any opponent he had met before.

He pretended to let down his guard. “I believe you.”

This sentence had an incredible effect. The man in front of him looked at him with helpless and gentle light gray eyes. Edwin thought, how could there be such a demon who knew how to deceive people’s hearts. Tar was acting乖 in front of him, his raven-black hair falling on the back of the chair, scattered, lacking a ribbon. He had a pair of eyes more beautiful than any jewel in the world, mixed with half-true, half-false sincerity and a faint cunning. He said he believed him. Anyone who heard it knew it was a lie, but Edwin just couldn’t stand him like this. He now wished he could give him everything.

“Actually,” the Bishop hesitated for a moment, but still decided to tell him the truth. “I wanted to find you because in the future…”

The demon suddenly put his finger vertically to his lips and shushed him warily.

Edwin fell silent. The noise of the tavern did not subside for a second. People did not care about the small exchange happening in this corner, as long as it did not affect them. The crisp sound of glasses clinking, the sizzling sound of food on the iron plate, the happy laughter of people talking and feasting… but the Bishop also heard the sound that had made the Tar in front of him suddenly quiet down to confirm.

The sound of horses’ hooves.

Not just one. The sound of hooves was heavy and complicated. It must be strong and powerful good horses. Wanderers did not ride such horses. They only rode thin horses that made almost no sound. Thin horses could travel a long distance without eating too much grass. Edwin could judge that the sound of hooves was coming with menacing intent, and the number must not be small.

And Tar went a step further. He knew the owner of the sound of hooves must be the Holy Knight Order he had shaken off during the day. Now they had expanded their manpower, were fully armed, and were marching towards this small tavern with strict order, vowing to crush a small low-level demon.

Why am I so unlucky today?

The man who called himself Edwin opened his lips silently, seeming to want to say something. But Tar no longer had time to care. He lightly and quickly flipped over the table and jumped out, without even knocking over the orange juice on the table. He was about to walk towards the back door, but his clothes were firmly grabbed.

At the same time, the tavern’s ship’s bell trembled crazily. The weathered wooden door was pushed open heavily. The outside air, mixed with killing intent and snow, rushed in in an instant. The knights, dressed in new silver-white armor, drew their shining holy swords blessed by the God of Light, and filed in in an orderly manner, locking onto their target with almost no effort.

“Edwin,” Tar bit his lip and said anxiously, “if you don’t want to die here with me, don’t stop me from running away.”

Indeed, Edwin’s strength was unfathomable and he looked really dangerous. But everyone knew that the most powerful force on the continent now, besides the Church of Light, was none other. If Edwin had been sent by the Demon King from the abyss, there might have been a possibility of defense, but he had already said he was not.

Tar extended his right hand and flipped it down. A dagger appeared in his palm with a silver flash. He cut his sleeve open without any hesitation, then swam towards the gap in the crowd like a silver fish about to leap lightly out of the water.

The demon did not turn his head, so he did not see Edwin holding the fragment of his sleeve, looking at his fleeing back with an ambiguous gaze.

This was an escape close to the limit. Frightened screams came from all over the tavern. The Holy Knights swung their sharp swords, almost cutting off a drunk’s head. In the flashing light of the blades, Tar kicked over chairs at an incredible speed, threw a smoke bomb on the ground, messed everything up, and then slipped to the vicinity of the secret door. This kind of tavern that did illegal business would have a secret passage prepared for fugitives who were always ready to escape. Only a few experienced old hands would know.

He put his hand on the doorknob. Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he found something was wrong.

The doorknob sank little by little, but not because of his strength.

Tar stared intently at the secret door and slowly took a step back. His prediction was just right. If he had stood where he was, he would have been pierced through the chest by the tip of a blade. The secret door was pushed open from the outside with great force. In front of the door stood a roaring skeletal warhorse. He recognized the slaughterer on the horse, a demon general under the command of the Demon King from the abyss, looking at the weak low-level demon with arrogance and cruelty, like looking down on an ant that did not know its own limits.

Under absolute power suppression, Tar resisted the urge to turn his head to look at the Holy Knights who were surrounding him from behind, but he knew without looking that countless sharp, cold sword tips were aimed at his thin back. This was not something that could be dealt with by playing some small tricks. And the devil in front of him extended a hand burning with black flames, obviously wanting to take his life before them.

This is terrible.

Tar thought in despair, but raised the dagger in his hand. Although this power was laughably small in the other’s eyes, even if he was in a desperate situation, he would absolutely not surrender obediently. The dagger shone with a silver light, reflecting his ruby-like eyes.

A gray light, as if in slow motion.

The demon blinked slowly, only then realizing that a gray color from somewhere had pierced through the body of every enemy in front of him like a thread. The skeletal warhorse in front of him shattered into a pile of white bones. The Holy Knights behind him did not fall one by one, but fell in a whole row like reeds blown down by the wind. Their eyes were filled with incredulous shock. Until they closed their eyelids, they did not know what power had struck them.

The fully armed warriors fell to the ground in disarray. Tar was also so surprised he couldn’t speak. “No way…” he murmured. The figure behind the crowd was revealed. He held a scepter in his hand. The demon had never seen such a weapon. He thought only priests used scepters, but the person in front of him was obviously not.

Edwin gently leaned the scepter on the ground. The man with gray eyes had a calm temperament. This calmness was like a fire still burning under the ashes, with a temperament that could not be ignored. He noticed Tar’s gaze and showed him a smile—this smile, combined with his action, how to say, was as sharp as a god in charge of slaughter.

The demon had not yet recovered from this blood-stained smile when he felt a burst of scorching heat roll past his cheek and onto the ground. It was a ball of black demonic fire.

As a demon general, he was at least a lord-level devil. The devil’s eyes and palms were burning with flames. He gritted his teeth and pulled himself out of the pile of bones scattered from his mount. He looked at Edwin standing before him with hatred, but there was also no lack of wariness deep in his eyes. His palms shot out flames laced with venom, but Edwin just moved his finger slightly, and the flames that should have hit the target inexplicably deviated and were extinguished on the ground.

“I advise you not to meddle,” the demon general said in a hoarse voice. He had received the Demon King’s order to kill the low-level demon before him before the Holy See did. “According to my investigation, my target doesn’t seem to have known a character like you before. For him, you have already offended the Holy See. Are you going to offend the black Demon King from the abyss as well?”

Tar’s gaze flickered. He stared intently at this man he had only known for one night, not even sure what he himself was thinking. In this world, the only one who was wanted by both black and white and had kept his life was Tar. Edwin might not be coveting something he had, but he didn’t think his value could be higher than the danger of offending the Demon King.

In the process of wandering around, the demon had known many people. He had a good appearance and was good at socializing, and was very likable. But no one would give up everything they had for a friend with no fixed abode. When faced with absolute power, he was abandoned and at the same time received their useless guilt. This had become very common.

Tar felt that such a relationship was normal. So he learned to keep his distance.

A little earlier, the people who had been friends with him would be interrogated by the Holy See. Once, he was drinking and chatting with a newly met traveler in a tavern, and the next day he was used as bait by the Holy Knights to force the demon to surrender. Tar was not fooled. He smelled blood when he walked to the door. The person was already dead, leaving only a cold and ruthless scam.

No one would risk saving him.

The feeling of being abandoned was terrible. Tar lowered his eyes. He knew that while the two in front of him were confronting each other, now was the best time to escape. But his feet were firmly nailed to the ground as if they had taken root. Do you have to personally hear the words that make you despair? he asked himself. How lonely must you be to place all your hopes on someone you’ve only known for a short time?

Perhaps…

Tar thought, if he escaped now, the crime of letting him go would undoubtedly be placed on Edwin. The Demon King would surely be furious about this, and the gray-eyed man before him would also fall into the same situation as himself. He had helped him. This was the reason he could not leave with a clear conscience.

Edwin did not spare an extra glance for the devil at all. His gaze followed Tar from beginning to end, until the other deliberately avoided his gaze after hearing the demon general’s words, and stood stiffly in place as if awaiting judgment.

The Bishop couldn’t help but walk towards him.

The sound of footsteps sounded lightly, undoubtedly showing his decision. Edwin’s steps were firm and steady, as if no force could stop him from walking towards Tar. The demon raised his eyes in astonishment, but heard him say with a slightly helpless smile, “I know you can’t possibly believe me now, but it’s already good enough. Tar, no matter what, I will not stop my steps towards you. I will not be afraid. If you are willing to listen—”

The negotiation broke down. The demon general’s flames trembled and extinguished under his footsteps. He stared with cow-like, incredulous eyes and fell straight to the ground, along with his horse that had been shattered into white bones. The bones pierced into his flesh.

“I don’t care about any Demon King.”

The demon took a light breath because of his outrageous statement. But he suddenly realized he had never felt so relaxed. He stood where he was, and the other just walked over like this. He thought Edwin’s steps were always so unhurried, but the gray-eyed man curled his lips and quickened his final steps.

He extended his hand to Tar, his gray eyes reflecting only him, and seemed to say with a suggestive tone in a low voice, “The only thing I care about is my god, and I promise absolute loyalty, which will not change even at the end of my life.”

Tar had not yet recovered, but he subconsciously also extended his hand.

Edwin’s hand was a little cold, but soon the warmth of his hand spread from the point of contact. The demon asked

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