1103.Hermit
Das-Malthael looked at the two people standing in front of him coldly, looked at the middle-aged man with Big Beard, and said, "I said, you will definitely come back, Obi-Wan-Kenobi."
Obi-Wan-Kenobi just bowed slightly to express greetings, but still lowered his head and said nothing, with his hands inside his sleeves and no expression on his face.
Das-Malthael ignored him and turned to look at the fair-skinned Zabrak women standing aside - fallen Jedi Knight, Marys-Brud.
"Are you Shaak-Ti's apprentice?" he asked coldly. The extremely powerful Dark Side Force expanded unscrupulously. At this moment, the two people in front of him were serious. Behind Darth-Malthael, it seemed like an endless dark vortex!
Mary Darth-Brud was already covered in cold sweat and trembling all over. As soon as he heard the question, he fell to his knees. In front of Darth-Malthael's terrifying Dark Side Force, she didn't even have a trace. There was no thought of resistance at all, "Yes... yes, my former master was Shakti. I have understood... I understand the power of Dark Side, and I am willing to embrace the darkness... Please, please teach me the nature of darkness..."
"Hahahahaha!!" Darth-Malthael laughed, "The essence of darkness? Are you worthy of it?"
"I don't dare... don't dare..."
"My apprentice, Das-Lilim, is preparing to go to Eriadu system. You go and follow her and become a servant. That's it, get out." Das-Malthael said coldly.
"Sir... Sir, but... they said..." Mary S-Brud wanted to say something, but as soon as he said the word 'them', he immediately found that his throat seemed to be strangled by an invisible force, and then he raised it directly!
She was lifted directly in front of Darth-Malthael by the powerful the Force. The pain of lack of oxygen made her struggle violently.
"With your pitiful, shallow power, I only need to take a look, and you will no longer have any secrets. Then, remember, a talkative servant never lives long." Das-Malthael said gloomily.
Mary Si-Brud closed his mouth and nodded desperately.
With a bang, Das-Malthael raised his hand and threw Marys out. While she was still rolling in the air, the switch of the door was pressed in the air, and then she was thrown out of the door.
Das-Malthael then looked at Obi-Wan-Kenobi and said slowly, "You can't be sure whether Palpatine is Sith Lord, you don't dare to test him. But you are not idiots without intelligence, and you can also judge that both this war and the political situation of Galactic Republic are completely out of control, so you are here."
"You are right, Archangel of Death." Obi-Wan-Kenobi said calmly, "So, I'm here to seek the answer."
A sneer appeared on the corner of Das-Malthael's mouth, "Oh~~ the answer. Jedi Knight, seek the answer from Sith Lord?"
"I want to know where the future of the Milky Way will go." Obi-Wan-Kenobi lowered their heads and asked.
"Hahahahahaha!!" Darth-Malthael laughed loudly again, "The future of the galaxy? No! That's not what you want to ask... Are you still clinging to the last bit of self-respect and face until now? Hahahahaha!!"
His smile suddenly became serious and he said coldly, "Before I kick you out, ask what you really want to ask!"
Obi-Wan-Kenobi took a deep breath and asked again, "I'm asking you for advice... Where will the future of Galactic Republic and Jedi Order go?"
"In everyone's hands, except Galactic Republic and Jedi Order." Das-Malthael said meaningfully.
"If Das-Sidious is Palpatine, I can't think of any possibility of a comeback." Obi-Wan-Kenobi said, "But you are not Das-Sidious's group. Under Sith's Rule of Two, there may be Sith Lord who can tolerate multiple apprentices, but it is impossible for Sith Lord to tolerate multiple masters."
"It seems that in order to send you out, Master Yoda told you a lot of secrets about Sith that were sealed in Jedi Archives." Das-Malthael sneered, "Isn't he afraid that you will read these things, fallen to the Dark Side?"
Obi-Wan-Kenobi did not respond to Darth-Malthael's taunt, and continued, "In order to fight against Darth-Sidious, you should also have a lot of preparations. We are willing to provide the help we can to eliminate Darth-Sidious."
"So, what if Palpatine is not Das-Sidious?" Das-Malthael asked in return.
"Compared to the devastating consequences that might otherwise result, this would be a blessing - even if it accidentally injures Chancellor of the Republic." Obi-Wan-Kenobi said.
"Hahahahahaha! You Jedi Order are so interesting! Hahahahaha!" Das-Malthael laughed, "Have you never thought that after being so deeply involved in politics, Jedi Order, is it still the same Jedi Order?"
"Everything, for survival of the Galactic Republic." Obi-Wan-Kenobi said.
Das-Malthael waved his hand and turned around, "If you want an answer, you can. But it's not free. You have to do things for me."
"This is an expected condition."
Das-Malthael came to his desk, opened the drawer, took out a mask and threw it over, "Put it on, then abandon your name and past, and serve me wholeheartedly. Then, I will gradually show you everything... the future of Galactic Republic, the future of Jedi Order... and the future of Confederacy of Independent Systems."
Obi-Wan-Kenobi took the mask and found that it was a pure gray mask. The material was a bit warm and seemed to be made of some kind of bone. It looked very old.
The mask looks like an old man Big Beard, with an expressionless face.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "I am willing to serve you and fulfill all your wishes. But I only have a small condition... I will not draw my sword against other Jedi Knight."
"Okay." Das-Malthael agreed directly.
Obi-Wan-Kenobi no longer hesitated and put on the mask directly.
Das-Malthael said calmly, "From today on, your name is...Hermit."
"Yes..." Obi-Wan-Kenobi, who was wearing a gray Big Beard old man mask, bowed deeply.
"Abandon all vanity, all power, all wealth, and focus on exploring the essence of things. You constantly reflect and explore, seek true knowledge, and illuminate others." Das-Malthael said, "But you exiled yourself and chose to be alone. This means escaping, seclusion, and retreat, but your choice is not because of fear, but to listen."
At that moment, Obi-Wan-Kenobi seemed to be shaken in his heart. He clenched his fists tightly, but then slowly released them, and bowed again and said, "From now on, there will be no more Jedi Master Obi-Wan-Kenobi, only... Hermit."
The voice changer on the mask made his voice older and calmer.
Das-Malthael looked at him deeply and suddenly laughed again, "I don't believe you, Hermit."
"I am willing to do anything to win your trust." Hermit lowered his head and said.
"It's just a small matter. Just defeat one person in the Lightsaber duel." Das-Malthael said.
"I... will not draw my sword against Jedi Knight." Hermit said again.
"No, she is no longer Jedi Knight. She is just Dark Followers of fallen to the Dark Side." The smile on Das-Malthael's face became a little weird.
"Then, I am willing to win this Lightsaber duel for you." Hermit said.
"Follow me." Das-Malthael walked outside, followed by Hermit.
They came all the way to the training ground, where there were already some people waiting to watch the excitement. Obviously, Das-Malthael did not intend to conduct this duel in secret.
And in the middle of the training ground, stood a man in black clothing, with his back to here.
She has a slim figure and blond hair. Just looking at her back, she is definitely a beautiful woman.
When he saw this person, although his expression was hidden under the mask, Hermit's body still trembled violently.
"Let me introduce, this is fallen to the Dark Side's former Jedi Knight - Shiri-Tachi." Das-Malthael introduced, "Oh, I think you should have known her before?"
Hermit walked over slowly and said in a trembling voice, "I thought... you were dead..."
Shiri-Tachi turned around, her expression a little confused, "I... died. I'm alive again."
"You!!!" Hermit instantly unsheathed the green Lightsaber in his hand, turned around suddenly, and pointed the tip of the sword directly at Darth-Malthael!
The smile on Das-Malthael's face was cruel, "I will always leave the choice to you. Yes, this is exactly what I want you to choose... kill me, or kill her."
He spread his hands and did not take out Lightsaber, but the terrifying Dark Side Force was still condensed in his hands, and even everything around him was shaking.
"You! You are playing that trick again!! You are despising life! You are playing with death!!" Hermit roared angrily.
"Yes, yes! Hahahahaha! I control death! I am Archangel of Death! Sue the angel!! Hahahahaha!!" Das-Malthael laughed ferociously, "Come on, swing your sword at me! Kill me! Hahahaha!"
"You!" Hermit raised Lightsaber, with the other hand pointing forward like a sword, which was the starting position of Third Form Soresu.
But then, the Lightsaber in his hand dropped and he lowered his head. Then he slowly turned around, looked at Shiri-Tachi, who was still confused, and asked, "Tachi, what happened?"
Shiri-Tachi shook his head, "Forgot... what happened? I... forgot... was my name Tachi?"
Hermit's body trembled again, and he asked in a trembling voice, "Do you know a person named Obi-Wan-Kenobi?"
Shiri-Tachi The expression on her face suddenly became warm, adding a touch of rosiness to her originally pale and rigid face, "Although I have forgotten many things, he is my best... partner... No, I don't want to be just a partner, I don't want... I..."
She still had a warm smile on her face, but tears kept flowing from the corners of her eyes.
"Oh... I passed by a battlefield. On the battlefield, I saw a seriously injured Jedi Knight..." Hermit said in a trembling voice, "He said his name is Obi-Wan-Kenobi... He asked me to find a woman named Shiri-Tachi, and asked me to tell her to forget him! Forget Obi-Wan-Kenobi... because he is already dead..."
"Have you found it?" Shiri-Tachi asked.
"I asked him, I don't even know this Shiri-Tachi, how can I find her?" Hermit said, "Obi-Wan-Kenobi tell me... When you see a beautiful woman, she lights up her surroundings like the sun. She is so beautiful, so cheerful, so smart... You can recognize her at a glance..."
"Shiri-Tachi, kill the old man in front of you." The cold and gloomy voice of Das-Malthael came, and he had no intention of letting these poor people go.
"Yes!" Shiri-Tachi didn't hesitate at all. The moment Das-Malthael finished speaking, he pulled out the blood-red Lightsaber and slashed at Hermit with his sword!
Buzz!! The green Lightsaber directly blocked the blood-red Lightsaber!
The the Force of the two had a fierce collision through Lightsaber!
Uh-huh!! Hermit used the Force to push Shiri-Tachi away, and swept across with his sword, but Tachi dodged it.
He raised Lightsaber again, pointed the sword forward with the other hand, and once again assumed the starting position of Third Form Soresu, and said with a heavy voice, "Yes... this beautiful woman, I found her..."
21BBY, September 6, Galactic Republic Capital Coruscant, Republic Senate Building.
A fierce quarrel is taking place as the most powerful senators in the galaxy discuss whether to invest more in repairing the clone factory on Kamino.
The war-fighting congressmen unequivocally supported this motion. They believed that only by resuming the production of Clone Trooper can the victory of the war be ensured. As for funds, there is no other way but to let the major planets continue to tighten their belts and spend all their last savings.
The peace faction members, led by Bail-Organa and Padmé-Amidala, fiercely opposed this bill and said that this bill will further collapse Galactic Republic's finances. By then, it will not only be the governments of those planets, but also countless people!
The argument between the two parties was very fierce, and the support they received was very similar. Neither party could obtain a majority of votes, so the Speaker Sheev-Palpatine announced the adjournment of the meeting.
However, during the recess, a terrible thing happened!
One of the main members of the Peace faction, Council Representative Onaconda-Fale of Rodian planet, was assassinated!
Many people believed that this was a conspiracy of the war-fighting congressmen. Various conspiracy theories suddenly became popular, which actually made the war-war congressmen's voice much weaker.