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I've come here to writhe upon the blade of my sorrow, to live the thousand deaths by the ancient right of Kings. These laws are passed down through the mountain, from the beginning of remembered time. Your life is forfeit to them, as is my own.
我来此好在痛苦的锋刃上自我惩罚,以古代国王的权力去经历无数死亡。这些律法自从已知历史的发端起就顺着山脉被一直传承。而作为惩罚你将和我一样失去生命。
这样对么?老罗格尔是不是在死来死去的自虐? |
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