Chapter 5208 (Five Thousand Two Hundred and Eight) Demand

“Do you think that deep in your soul you also have a need for that kind of spring?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“I… shouldn’t have.” said the man.

“It’s not about whether it should be done or not. Do you think there is such a demand?” the Gray Hands asked. “Tell me the truth.”

“To be honest… I can’t be sure if that… is what I want.” said the man.

“Does what you said prove that such a thing exists?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“Yes, it exists… but… it doesn’t necessarily belong to me,” the man said.

The Gray Hand asked, “Who else could it belong to?”

“Maybe… maybe the reason I need that kind of spring is… because I have been cast a spell by that spellcaster. The spellcaster poured words into my soul.” said the man.

“Without that, don’t you think you would have needed a spring like that?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“I…” The man didn’t know what to say.

The Gray Hand asked again: “In fact, before you went to meet the spellcaster, you also briefly indulged in the warm spring sunshine, right?”

“That’s true.” The man said, “But at that time, I thought about committing suicide, so…so at that time, it’s hard to say whether my feelings can represent my normal state.”

“When a person wants to commit suicide, his thoughts may not necessarily reflect his true feelings, right?” the Gray Hand asked. “I… can’t seem to disagree.” the man said.

The Gray Hand Man asked again, “But you don’t want to agree?”

The man added: “I… just don’t want to admit that I have a slight yearning for the spring that doesn’t belong to me.”

The Gray Hand asked: “How do you know that spring will not belong to you?”

That person said, “I feel right now… I feel that this should be the spring that the Lan… Lanjia people want to see, but I… I am from Tiecang, so such a spring will naturally not… do me any good… and… and it will definitely be harmful to me. I admit that it is indeed my… shame… it must be… my shame… I dare not say whether I think so in the real world, or… or I just thought so in that world, probably… it is all my shame. I think… I should say for sure… that is the case.”

The Gray Hand Man didn’t expect that this time, he would say so directly that he felt that the spring he had mentioned before when he went to the spellcaster was also the spring that the Blue Armor Man wanted to see, and it would not be of any benefit to him, the Iron Warehouse Man. Moreover, in the end, he actually said that he felt that it should be said so locally.

The Gray Hand asked, “You didn’t think it was right before, did you?”

The man thought for a moment and said, “Before… before, I just had this feeling… I really didn’t think I should say it for sure.”

“Then why do you now attribute the spring you experience in reality to the spring that the Blue Armored Man wants to see?” asked the Gray Hand Man, “Do you think this makes sense?”

After hearing what the Gray Hands said, the man thought about it again and felt that what he said before was not right. He said to the Gray Hands again: “This… actually… doesn’t make sense! I… I’m a little confused…”

(End of this chapter)