When everyone returned to the Support Division, it was already dusk.

You came back early, and the communication with Lixia was unexpectedly short, and there was nothing to gain from the threat letter this time, except for getting the information that [someone impersonated the silver]. However, Randy will take the initiative to bring up the evil gun over there, which surprises You a little.

The sound of cooking can be heard in the kitchen, and the smell of broth is faintly floating in the air.

Randy didn't say anything more, gave Lloyd a no-problem look, and then sat down on the table with a big grin, facing the kitchen, and shouted happily and a little mischievously: "Ah~~~ I'm starving, aren't you ready?" ”

Before the people in the kitchen could speak, Ellie slapped Randy on the back first, making a loud snap, and Randy was in pain and quickly jumped down. With his hands behind his back, he tried his best to rub the place where he was attacked, and his mouth hissed and inhaled, as if Ellie had suddenly turned into a boxer, and the blow made Randy feel painful.

"Don't sit at the table."

Ellie tapped the table lightly and was the first to sit down in her chair. Wait for the meal to begin. Randy didn't have any more tricks. Maybe he read the air and knew he shouldn't be doing it now.

It didn't take long for You to show up with broth.

As before, it's still hot pot.

Except for one more person, everything is the same as the last time, when Randy was ready to reveal his heart.

The difference is that last time, everyone didn't force Randy to say it, and even consciously didn't let Randy say it.

But this time, it's different.

Before, because Randy was holding on to the guilt of Lloyd, something like self-punishment.

This time, it was Randy who really wanted to say it, and wanted to tell everyone what kind of person Randy or Randolph was.

"Well, sure enough, do you want me to say it myself?"

Randy scratched his head a little embarrassedly, with a troubled smile on his face, thought about it, and interjected, "If you feel that you can't say anything, I can tell as much information as I know, and then Randy will add it?" ”

"Oh, that's good. You speak first. ”

Randy said, taking a large slice of beef into a boiling copper pot and dipping it. This somewhat weak-hearted action made the Support Division amused for a while. The atmosphere was relaxed.

As we all know, the next topic will be heavy.

"Randolph Orlando, also known as Randy, was born in the Red Constellation, one of the most famous chasers in Semuria, and is a chasper named the God of Fight, the only son of Badr Orlando. The weapon of pride is the rifle. You've seen it too. The firepower is top-notch, even better than the heavy machine guns of the Karuman consortium that have been modified for ease of use. ”

After speaking, he shrugged his shoulders and made an innocent expression.

"I'm sorry, but I only know about these superficial things."

A smile gradually cleared up on Randy's face. Taking the beef entrance as an opportunity, Randy's front hair was lazy and just right to block his expression.

"Ah, that's what I should have said. Thanks for getting started. ”

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The red constellation is a terrifying organization. A hunter is the name given to a battle-hardened mercenary. Only the truly strong can be called a hunter. And the red constellation, which is also one of the largest organizations among the hunters, is the existence that ravages the battlefield in the true sense.

On the Semuria continent, the only one that can clash with the Red Constellation is the Zephyr Brigade. Although a scarlet scorpion has recently appeared, but because it is just the product of a powerful hunter's own brain convulsions, no one will take it seriously. In people's hearts, the strongest hunting regiment will always be these two.

Randolph Orlando, who I am, was born here.

By the way, my nickname during the time of the hunters was the son of the fighting god. Because my father is called the "God of Fighting", I am the son of the God of Fighting, it's as simple as that.

He began to use knives at the age of 4 and learned to use guns at the age of 6. At the age of 9, he fought and annihilated two enemies in his father's reconnaissance team. I became a squad leader at the age of 12 and led a squadron at the age of 14, and for the next five years, I was a hunting dog on the battlefield. How many people I killed, honestly I can't remember.

Pulling the trigger and killing someone, I've done it countless times.

And in the end...... I ran away.

Neither cornered by the annihilation of the whole regiment like Vincent, nor the departure of Garcia as expected, as for fleeing because of disgust with war? This is simply nonsense.

I...... I just felt as if I had lost something, and I hesitated to leave the battlefield and wander around. Even I don't know when it's going to end. Finally, I ended up in Crossbell, and honestly, there was no better place to hide.

So I went into the garrison and changed my name, which disposed of my old friend. I hid in the garrison just for two years. Now that I think about it, I really have to thank the commander for taking care of him, because of his inaction, rice worms like me were not found out.

Until one day, when it was time for military exercises. At that time, the commander gave us a brand new Imperial rifle and asked us to practice. In fact, the purpose is to show off in front of the imperialist parliamentarians. Moreover, it is said that it is brand new, but it is just that the old model rifle has been refurbished and numbered. Who will really provide the latest cutting-edge technology to foreign countries?

I'm not used to using rifles. I stopped using it two years ago. Every time I held the bolt, I felt my body boiling, and the nausea kept pouring out, and I was about to throw up.

So, that's when I started using an axe gun as a weapon. It's really good, the axe gun is not bad, and it's very simple to use, just swing it a few times easily, and the brush will knock the enemy down. Anyway, there are very few places for the garrison, so it doesn't matter if I'm so muddy.

But that day, I really touched the commander's scales, because he refused to use the rifle, so he was kicked out of the garrison, and then he was picked up by our section chief.

…… Speaking of section chiefs...... We don't seem to have seen him in a while, huh?

Anyway, that's the black history of me, Randolph Orlando......

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Using the section chief as a shield, Randy quietly ended the conversation.

Everyone was silent.

Randy guessed it too.

After all, unlike others, his own black history is indeed not easy to accept.

Although it seems that he is the same as Yu Tatsumi, he is a cold-blooded criminal, but there are subtle differences.

Yu Tatsumi is because he was born in Saiaru, and as a slave, he doesn't even understand the most basic rights as a human being, and if a human kills someone, there will be a court to judge him, and people will criticize him. However, when a wolf or a tiger eats a person, people feel that it is normal, and at most they feel that the victim is cruel. Even if You can't act in accordance with the law, everyone can barely accept it.

Moreover, he just kills people one by one, and the people he kills are all politicians and businessmen, although he is sorry for the majority of politicians and businessmen, but there are also the most corrupt and utilitarian people in these two kinds of people, at least Randy doesn't think it has anything to do with killing dozens or hundreds of politicians.

Especially after getting to know the commander of the garrison, Randy felt that it was better for these politicians to die.

And they are different. Randy has a sound worldview, he can easily integrate into the world of ordinary people to buy food, and he can easily turn into Shura and ravage the battlefield. He is closer to the Karuman consortium than to You. Thirst for war, cause war, and finally die in war.

The only difference is that Randy is not as powerful as the Carumon Consortium. No matter how strong the red constellation is, it is only a chasting regiment, and it cannot be compared with the Karumon consortium with the support of the Saiyaru Empire. As a simple example, as long as Karumun issued weapons and Saiyalu was released, Randy couldn't imagine what kind of powerful bullet storm would be unfolded when more than 1,000 people stood on the battlefield with that kind of super-sized heavy machine gun.

Get rid of your sinful past...... Support Corey, and a military lady with a strong sense of justice.

Randy's green eyes stole a glance at Noelle, and she was staring at her, too.

I'm in trouble, I'm going to be scolded.

No, no, no, with his character, it is also possible to be arrested.

Thinking of this, Randy didn't know why, and suddenly felt a little relieved.

Perhaps, that's not a bad thing?

Whether I was executed as a criminal or banished, it was my salvation.

Ah, I can probably understand why the previous tour always reminded Lloyd of his unnaturalness, consciously or unconsciously.

When I can be tried as a criminal, the guilt in my heart will be reduced a lot - does that guy really have a sense of guilt?

Randy was thinking about these things that he didn't have. Noelle spoke suddenly.

"Randy-senpai."

"Yes, yes!"

I don't know if it's because Noelle is now wrapped in an awe-inspiring righteousness, Randy subconsciously sat up straight.

"If you don't eat pepper, can you pass it to me?"

"Yes! …… Aha? ”