The moonlight is just right, and the proletarian medical dog has a strange smile on his face, some are nostalgic, some are unwilling, but more are mocking. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"With the gap in identity, education, and vision between you and me, it should be difficult for you to understand the difference between the two different species of politicians. Chamberlain's voice was a little empty, and with a strange smile, it made people shudder, "Yes, different species, but next, I will try to explain the difference between the two in the language you can understand best, and this is the answer you want." ”

The lieutenant colonel in charge of the guard tonight looked sweatily at Chamberlain at the top of the mountain, and even in the south of the midsummer of August, he still felt the cold to the bone.

"When you ask me why I do this, sometimes I ask myself, if I could, I'd rather sit in the lab and face an almost endless stream of experiments, do some damn lab report myself, and occasionally make something more boring when I'm bored. Chamberlain smiled, but suddenly there was some desolation.

With his right hand on the ring, a bottle of potion appeared in his hand, and he shook the bottle in front of the stalker's eyes: "Snakeskin Salted Fish Elixir, there should have been 50,000 gold coins a bottle on the black market outside, right? A civilian with a sense of justice like you, even if he reaches the level of level nineteen, he shouldn't have the money to get a bottle, right? Listening to those rumors, do you think it's a strange poison in the world?"

"Actually, it's all a misunderstanding, it's a non-toxic reagent, it's just a little bit of a smell, and if you can withstand the smell, it even has some health benefits. Chamberlain shrugged his shoulders and unscrewed the cap, "The method used is different, and the results obtained are not the same, this is the difference between me in the state of a pharmacist and me in the state of a prince." ”

A foul smell came out, but the proletarian medical dog, who had drunk a lot of physique-enhancing drugs before, said that he already had antibodies, and he didn't even block his nose, and poured a sip into his mouth: "Look, it's really non-toxic." However, standing on a different standpoint, you must take your responsibility to the extreme, so it stuns the Abyss Strangler. ”

In Capecchi's almost frightened eyes, Chamberlain tightened the cap of the bottle, and then said: "I don't know if you have heard of such a sentence, war is an extension of politics, as a prince, a political figure, it is necessary to do the best of this political extension." All qualified politicians are a moral vacuum, and it must be, that they, or rather, when we do something, give priority to the interests of a country, and under the interests of the state, what is the life of a few hundred thousand people in a few cities that is less than a million people?"

Spreading his hands, Chamberlain continued: "If you go deeper, you won't understand, in short, what I am doing and what I am doing are the most correct things from my own standpoint. Some people in France need external support, some people in Niceland need a greater voice within the city-state, and the League of Saint-Rhine needs a neighbor that is more inclined to their own, in this case, who cares about the lives and deaths of millions of commoners and minor nobles? ”

"The most important thing is that millions of lives are used as a stepping stone compared to the real task...... Already the cheapest. Chamberlain looked up at the sky and said the last sentence, but in his heart, he added a note to such a sentence, "All the heavens and all worlds are a game of chess, if possible, I really want to go back and continue to fight my 2,500 points of Overwatch, instead of becoming a chess piece that rushes across the country, a moral vacuum in a sense." ”

The stalker raised his head suddenly, his face shrouded in black veil could not see his expression clearly, only the light of hatred in his eyes: "But you are still a butcher!"

Chamberlain pulled out his big sword and put it on his back, and turned around very dashingly: "So what? Except for you, a so-called 'civilian hero' who has no foundation and a strong sense of justice, what noble-born person dares to assassinate the prince of the Holy Rhine League, one of the three major empires of mankind? They won't even secretly fund it. And you civilians, what do you have besides my stabbing sword, which can't even penetrate my shield?"

The swirling electric light on the stalker dissipated instantly, and the hatred and anger in her eyes grew to the incomprehension, and she reached out to pick up her weapon, but Capecchi stepped forward to stop it.

"Let her go, I haven't seen such a stupid little girl in a long time. Chamberlain waved his hand, "There is no need to be held accountable for being infiltrated by the assassins tonight, just treat it as if nothing happened." ”

The stalker picked up the bayonet sword, stared at Chamberlain's back, and said through gritted teeth, "Don't think that if you let me go, I will give up assassinating you butcher!"

"You can't kill me now, and there is no way to kill me in the future, the gap between us will only continue to expand with the accumulation of time, this is the gap in our own resources, not just the gap in talent. Chamberlain turned half of his face, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a beautiful arc, "If you want to catch up with this gap, you have to destroy this damn aristocracy, and if you want to destroy this damn aristocracy, you have to first face me who you can't kill but deserve to die, this is a dead knot that civilians can't untie." ”

The Stalker gritted his teeth and said word by word, "Remember my name, and the person who killed you will be Seranna Ysera." ”

Chamberlain suddenly turned around, rubbed his nose without grace, and said: "I suddenly want to ask you a question, there are so many butchers in this plane, too many people have killed more than me, why are you targeting me? Why don't you assassinate the emperor of the Alliance, the bloody tyrant Charles III, or the bloody Grand Duke Wilson? Is it that after I become the senior domain-level powerhouse you need to look up to, you will also target other weak 'butchers'?"

"You ......" Seranna the Stalker was stunned, and the rest of the words were no longer spoken.

Chamberlain shook his head boredly, and walked towards the camp with Capetce: "Did I say a little too much today?"

"The first time I came down from the battlefield, I didn't have the courage to speak. Capecchi shrugged, his face full of the boredom of the passerby.

"That's right, after all, you're a warrior who faces blood, and I'm just a commander of blood. Chamberlain rubbed his eyebrows, "You say that if the Confederate Parliament implements freedom of speech, will those idealistic little nobles of the Virgin be condemned to us people?"

Capecia glanced at Chamberlain and replied in the affirmative: "Definitely." ”