When Shen finally got to his black castle, he felt that he needed a doctor again. He spent about three hours on this, why is there no vehicle on the peaks for those who cannot fly on a sword?
Muan looked around and walked over to Shen's favorite bench. Sitting on it, he said, not looking at the owner of the black castle, frozen in the middle of the square:
"What a comfortable bench! Picturesque view! I already like it here."
Shen stared at him, intending to respond somehow, but ultimately just disappeared under the arches of the black castle, leaving Muan to behold the views.
Since the stairs to the tower became an insurmountable obstacle, Shen lay down on the sofa in his "tea-drinking area", wrapped himself in his robe and fell asleep almost immediately.
He woke up from the fact that someone lightly stroked his forehead, removing the fallen strand. Shen opened his eyes and saw Shian sitting next to him.
"I woke you up? Sorry. I brought you medicine."
Shen looked down at the table where there was a bottle filled with round brown pills.
"There for a month. Take two a day. The elder brother said that you agreed to go with him to the capital. He has his personal doctor in his residence, not much inferior in the knowledge of medicine to Lord Zag, so I'm calm. I think you should really stay away from the Deep darkness for now. Has it still been pacified?"
"Y-yes. I think for a month or two, you cannot worry about its size. Thank you for your concern, brother."
Shian peered into his face, frowning.
"What happened at the Bright Moon festival? Your disciple kept repeating that it was all his fault."
Shen is already used to the fact that the positive characters in works of this kind are not distinguished by their outstanding intelligence and quick wits, but damn it. Why is this boy constantly asking for trouble?! Show pride instead of quick wits? "I am!" Accidentally be cursed? "I am!" Taking the blame for others? "I am!" And also a set of cliches: to be kidnapped, to be undeservedly punished, to attract everyone's attention, to accidentally end up in strategically important places for the plot.
Being responsible for the main character is a yoke for your entire saturated but short life.
"He's just very impressionable. He realized that he couldn't help me in any way, and immediately burst out that it was his fault."
"So it wasn't he who injured you?"
"Are you trying to covertly insult me? How could he hurt me? If he even collected all his strength, could he even touch a hair on my head?"
"Khm," Shian was embarrassed, "yes, I thought it was very strange, but still, what else can I think in such a situation?"
"What does Shuer think?"
"He decided that everything happened because of the dagger..."
"Listen to your elder brother. In this dagger was imprisoned a frantic assassin's spirit, the power of whom was greater than I expected.
"Okay," Shian sighed. He bent down and touched Shen's cheek. "Then I will punish you."
Shen even somehow got a little scared, remembering his gaze. But now his brother's smile remained sweet and caring. Despite this, Shen wanted to move farther away, but the position on the sofa did not allow it.
"As a punishment, I banish you from your peak to the capital for a month. You are forbidden there to pretend to be a cultivator, you will pretend to be an ordinary human."
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Villain Path
FantasyHe died and was reborn in the world of the novel he'd just read?! How banal, damn it! System, I wish I were never born! System: [You have been assigned the identity of the main villain] Have I sinned so badly in my past life?! System: [And by the...