Bishop Mirière's figure stayed in place, but Ran-Argen looked at him incredible, staggering, retreating, and then retreating, and finally fleeing in panic and shame.

The lights of the entire stage gradually gathered together, and the sides were sunk into darkness, leaving only a bright spot in the center of the stage, and Bishop Mirière's body gradually disappeared into the shadow on the left.

Ran-Argen's figure stumbled back and crossed most of the stage. The bright halo clearly outlined with shock and shame, embarrassment and fear. The tough shoulders and firm back were collapsing little by little. The side face between the intertwined light and shadow revealed a hint of panic, disrupting the quiet and sacred light, and finally disappeared into the shadow on the right.

The stage was empty. Only the warm light was flowing, like a waterfall, venting quietly.

The short tranquility left a charm in the Almeda Theater. Just a staggering figure revealed the shock and panic in Ran Ajong's heart, and then left a blank space, giving the audience enough time to savor Bishop Milière's words, and the chemical reaction began to ferment bit by bit.

Mark Lacanter widened his eyes and looked at the empty stage intently. His heartbeat was accelerating, but his breathing was slowing down. The silence and depression of reversal and contradiction were surging in his lungs. The tip of his tongue seemed to be able to taste the complexity and entanglement of Ran Ajang, bitter and sweet. Involuntarily, his hands clenched their fists.

Even if he doesn't know the reason.

"What did I do?" A light question came from the shadow on the right side of the stage, but gently plucked the strings deep in Mark's heart. This was a question from the soul and a question from the conscience. In my mind, everything that happened in the past thirty-five minutes was quickly played back like a revolving lantern.

Inexplicably, Mark's eyes were covered with a layer of warmth. He witnessed the depravity of Jean-Arjean, but also witnessed the destruction of the entire era. Jean-Arjean, a trivial little figure, condensed all the tragedies of the times and society.

With heavy steps and drooping shoulders, Ran Ahn's figure walked out again, heavy darkness slowly slid from her shoulders, and a faint glow outlined the outline of her body shape. The raised face was looking for something above her head, confused and at a loss, and could not see any expression, but it triggered a sigh deep in her heart.

Steps, he walked to the right front of the stage, and slowly, kneeling heavily on his knees, as if all the weight of his whole body had fallen on his knees. The entire theater was silent, without music, lines, or even breathing. The dull sound of kneeling was pounding on his heart like thunder, and you could even hear the magnificence of the collapse of the whole world in your ears.

Mark's upper body couldn't help but sit up straight, trying to get closer and closer. The figure on the stage was close at hand, but far away in the sky. The impact force without barriers and no cover was vented magnificently, cutting off all the distractions and thoughts in his mind, and just sat in a daze, receiving the shocking baptism.

"What did I do, merciful Jesus!"

Another thud of beating and whipping that asked himself slowly fainted in the panic of fear and out of focus. Uncontrollable panic began to spread from the depths of the soles of his feet, like drowning. He watched himself surrounded by the lake, but could not struggle or get rid of it. He just watched the water surface rise little by little with fear and panic, swallowing himself little by little.

In that despair and pain, Ran Ajarang closed his eyes and slowly clenched his hands on his knees into fists, "Become a shameless thief in the night? Become a fled dog? Have I fallen to this point and never be admired again? It's too late to be hated in my heart? Only hatred is roaring in my heart?"

The fists of both hands began to tremble slightly because they tried too hard, and their whole body was trembling. They took a sudden breath, then paused in place, opened their eyes again, and the tight lines of their face revealed anger, a surging anger, "In the darkness, no one heard my roar!"

Slowly, he stood up, as if he was carrying a heavy weight, his knees were trembling slightly, but he still stood up resolutely. His face looked up at the sky, venting all the negative emotions in his heart towards the sacred faith in his heart. "Now, I am standing at the turning point of my life, but if fate has other choices, I would have missed it twenty years ago!"

"My life is a war that will definitely lose. They gave me a string of familiarity and then wiped out Ran-Ran!" His footsteps suddenly took a big step forward, so excited, so excited, so angry, and stood on the edge of the stage, as if standing on the edge of a cliff, shaking, as if he would fall and then smash him to pieces.

But he didn't care, and the fists of his hands were roaring, "They locked me with iron chains, making me desperate to die, and all this was just because I stole a bit of bread!" Anger, grievance, depression, depression, depression, pain, torture, sadness, all turned into despair, dragging his footsteps and falling heavily.

Mark looked at the stage incredibly, dumbfounded, and before he realized it, tears wet his eyes. Thirty-five minutes of preparation, thirty-five minutes of accumulation, thirty-five minutes of brewing, and at this moment, he finally burst out completely. He truly felt the anger and despair of Ran Ajang, and he also truly felt the helplessness and loss of Ran Ajang.

Release, vent with great pleasure; erupt, burst without reservation. Converge, restrain, control, and control, until now, all the emotions, all the heaviness and all the forbearance in Jean Alger were released, so surging that the entire Almeda Theater surrendered to it, his mind fell into a blank space, and he could only passively accept everything.

Staggered, Ran Rang's footsteps staggered back again, all the momentum was instantly defeated, the anger dissipated, and the despair retreated, and his tense shoulders and fists relaxed, as if the whole person began to fall apart, one step after another, retreated step by step, and returned to the center of the stage. The vast light enveloped him, like the wings of an angel, gently licking his wounds.

But this tenderness made him feel pain.

If he can, he wants to continue to hate and continue to be angry. Because, in this way, life will become simpler. He can hate the whole world and hate everyone, and then use this as an excuse to refuse all approaching and help, and rush around with his own strength. In this dark era, lawlessness. Sometimes, without love and kindness, life will become simpler.

Ran Ahn stood there, his drooping shoulders leaking a trace of fragility; his drooping head slowly raised, and the soft light captured a crystal tears in the corner of the eyes, outlining the struggle and pain in his heart; the eyes hidden behind the mist, could not see clearly because of the distance between the stage, but could faintly feel the scarred helplessness.

"But why do I allow this person to touch my soul and teach me kindness." Ran-Arian took another step and walked towards the front end of the left side of the stage. He seemed to be approaching the holy light little by little, timid and expectant, panic and joyful. The contradiction was revealed in the hesitant steps. However, he did not stop and took a firm step forward. "He treats me like an ordinary person, he gives me his trust, he also calls me as a brother, he wants God to ask for redemption of my soul, is all this true?"

Ran Ahn's footsteps paused for a moment, and the pace that was moving forward was retracted. The hesitation and struggle in his heart were fighting against heaven and man. "Because at this point, I have deeply hated this world, and this world has always despised me." Ran Ahn retreated and returned to the center of the stage, looking around in a daze, curled up in pain into a ball, "Tooth for tooth, eye for eye! Heart is like iron stone, cold blood and ruthless! This has always been my belief in survival, and this is also my understanding of the world!"

The cruel anger erupted again. Between anger and ferocity, the mouth was splashed, the whole face was hideous and distorted, the messy beard and dirty blood all over his head made him look like a demon. He had just returned from hell, and his fierce expression spread across the stage.

Those eyes, those eyes that stay in the halo but are hidden under the shadows, were violent, painful, angry, cruel, torture, and countless miscellaneous disintegrations melted into the mist of the light, and seemed to be unable to see clearly, but they were extremely clear, and were gently opened on the tip of each audience member's tongue.

Mark tightly and tightly bit his teeth. Under his nose, he seemed to be able to smell a bloody breath that was lingering. He empathized with the world of Ran-Arjean, deeply despaired, and once, he hit his chest hard, so dull that he felt a little painful and so sad that he couldn't speak.

Involuntarily, Mark raised his chin and tried to get closer and closer, but he could not distinguish his misunderstandings. Perhaps, he wanted to stand behind Jean-Argent, become his supporter, and fight with him; perhaps, he wanted to give Jean-Argent a star-bright hope like Bishop Milière, with his kindness and tolerance.

Then, Mark saw Jean-Arjean raise his head and capture the tears in the halo, which overflowed little by little, not fragility, not despair, but fear, but confusion, but timidity. The shallow tears conveyed all the scars in the heart.

Ran-Arjean clenched his fists again and tried his best to suppress his fragility. However, in the face of faith and kindness, this force was too weak. "He only needed to speak to prove that I would return to hell. Under the whip, he survived with slaughter, but he gave me freedom, which made me feel ashamed and my heart was cut off!"

The eyes seemed to be unable to bear the weight of tears anymore, bitter and hot, sour and hot, and just slid down. Ran Ahjong raised his fists, as if he wanted to do something, as if he wanted to vent something, but in the end he closed his eyes fiercely, put his hands down, his face full of pain and despair, and moaned sadly.
Chapter completed!