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The remnants of the sun faded, and the dark curtain fell.

The magic street lamps on the College Road began to light one after another, dispelling the faint glow of the darkness.

"Ready to act."

Kinsloan squinted lightly, looked up at the dim street lamp not far away, he stretched out his hand, gently pulled the black coat on the armor inward, and turned around, there were more than a dozen subordinates in the same attire as him,

Black, night.

If you want to hide a leaf, the best thing to do is to hide it in a pile of leaves.

If you want to be hidden in the dark, then the best thing to do is to blend in with the darkness.

The small number of people involved in the rescue raid was only one-tenth of the team's number, and it was Könslën's decision.

In their intelligence, this group of academy students who caused the riot was mixed with mysterious helpers, and the strength of this group of helpers was not weak, and they even had the power to fight against them at a certain level.

They vaguely guessed who this was, and the more they delved into the muddy cement swamp of the royal capital, the easier it was to fall into it, so they didn't care who they were, all they needed was to complete His Majesty's orders.

The key question now is whether those people will be involved in hindering their actions.

With this in mind, Kinsloan decided to go their separate ways.

On one side, the majority of the men led by Safirlan negotiated with the academy students again, and their purpose was to stall for time, draw the attention of the helpers, and distract the pressure of the rescue raid.

Therefore, he could not bring many people, and a large number of people would arouse the suspicion of the other party, and Könsron could be sure that the other party had already explored their numbers, and everyone understood that this incident was not a simple riot.

It's an intra-royal game.

Moreover, he has enough self-confidence, and self-confidence comes from strength.

"Kinsloane, what if your operation fails?"

Perhaps out of concern, Sapphirlan's gaze was fixed on the path of purpose in the distance.

"Failed?"

Könsnon gently stroked his horse's mane, and when the action began, he would briefly say goodbye to it.

"Succeed or fail, your mission is to deal with the rioters once and for all."

"Is there a need to suppress the killings?" Safir Lan said softly. "You also know that those people may be the future of this country years from now, and even their identity is a question of concern."

"From the beginning of the rebellion of the mind against the kingdom, they are the enemies of the country."

Ziyue quietly emerged from the clouds, and the cold wind blowing in the night ushered in with a hint of chill, and Keinsnon said without any emotion on his cold face: "Your Majesty has secretly granted me the authority to make your own decisions, and you don't need to bear all the consequences, but what you want to do is to closely follow Your Majesty's orders and suppress the riot!" ”

"Take care of my horse, I'm leaving!"

With that, Kinsloan turned around and reached out to his finished men, and with a big wave of his hand, all the soldiers began to quickly disappear in front of the team.

"Old-fashioned, boring old stuff."

Seeing Kinsloane disappear at the end, Safhirlan muttered under his breath, and then, with a flick of his hand, flicked the reins, and the team began to move forward again.

……

Tillant stood on a simple platform in the small plaza of the complex, and by the light of the moon and the dim light of the street lamps, in front of him, countless members who had gathered were concentrating their eyes on him at the same time.

Angelo has left with his noble ministers, and they have their own mission.

Waldorf had sent back the latest information, and the Kingdom Guard was approaching the area, and he had gathered all the members of the Society, and he was to pay for the results that were coming.

"Fellow citizens of the Blood Banner Society."

A deafening sound came from Tirrant's mouth, and the wound in his abdomen tugged at the aching nerve again, and he tilted his head and took a deep breath.

"This may be my last summons to you, why? I think many of you have understood that His Majesty the King has sent out the Kingdom Guard to suppress us! ”

"Haha-"

He burst out laughing, and everyone heard the bitterness, sadness, in the laughter.

"Do you choose to let out the strongest cry in your heart, or do you choose to surrender in agony?"

"I think you're all having a hard time making a choice, the former, you might die; In the latter, you will fall into self-blame and guilt, but it is not your fault, all the mistakes are on me, because it is I who led you to cause all the qiē, and it is I who used ideal words to stir up your blood. ”

"Maybe it's impulsive, maybe it's for another purpose, maybe... Like me, you are genuinely willing to sacrifice your own lives for this country. ”

"They are coming, I have to bear all the things, I am no longer willing to use ideals to restrain your true thoughts, if you are willing to follow me again, please stay."

"If you can no longer bear the cruel truth that you are about to face, please leave, leave! Cherish your lives and follow your true thoughts! ”

The square echoed with Tirrant's hoarse words, and the people looked at his lonely and tired figure, and for a moment, they seemed to understand that the leader they once admired and respected had chosen a path of no return.

He is releasing life, releasing their ziyou, the ziyou who are not bound by ideals.

The crowd began to stir, and gradually, the density became loose, like a chain reaction of dominoes, and more and more people broke away and chose to leave.

Because of Tirrant's words, they seemed to find relief, even if they felt guilty, but the fear of death crushed them.

They no longer insist, and the so-called ideals and beliefs are also floating for the sake of passing by at the moment.

Tirrant watched silently, motionless.

It was his decision, he didn't have any regrets, everyone was ziyou's, he didn't want to drag them into the abyss of that ethereal ideal, they weren't him.

The crowded square became empty, and there were not many members left.

"Why didn't you choose to leave?" Tirrant looked at them with a complicated expression.

They glanced at each other, and an ordinary academy student stepped forward, looked up, and looked at him with a determined look in his eyes.

"Senior Tirrant, you are not the only one who is willing to sacrifice to protect this kingdom, we are not bound by your ideals, but because we love this kingdom as deeply as you do."

"I was born in a civilian family in a small town behind the northern defense line of the kingdom, when the Osassu barbarians invaded in the year of the fog flower, all my family and friends died in that war, and I was saved by the royal team who was captured as a slave, and the nightmare of the past appeared in front of me thousands of times, at that time, I secretly swore that I was willing to pay a qiē to protect this country, because I did not want anyone to suffer this kind of painful experience!"

"I was born in a small town on the border between the kingdom and Sugro, and every year, people die in the town at the hands of those skeletons, and every year, there are dead people in the town who become Sugro's warriors, and I used to think about what would happen if Sugro invaded the kingdom one day, the living were in pain, and the dead could not sleep, what a tragic sight it would be! I won't accept this outcome, so only a strong kingdom can avoid a nightmare. A college student stood up and said.

"I came from an ordinary noble family, and suddenly one day, a young lord who coveted our family's wealth deprived us of a qiē by various means, and my father committed suicide with hatred, I hate all the incompetent and greedy nobles, if this country is full of such people, then what hope is there for this kingdom?"

"I ......"

They stood up one by one and revealed their hearts, different people, different classes, fate brought them together, and fate brought them together to gather common ideals and aspirations.

Tillant laughed because he wasn't alone.

"Brothers, draw your swords! Reach all the people of the Kingdom with our hearts, and we want them to know that we are not wrong! History will remember us and remember that we made the right choice on this day! ”

"Qiang—"

The sound of unsheathed swords reverberated resoundingly, and the moonlight seemed to flow on the cold blades of the swords, shining on their resolute and immature faces.

There was a tremor in the earth, and sanctions were coming.

Safirlan held his spirit, stopped his horse, and with a wave of his hand, the guards of the team scattered to form an attack formation, and in front of them were the academy students who had been waiting for a long time.

They held their swords, and the blades pointed at them.

Is it bravery or ignorance?

Saffirlan slowly rode his horse forward, looking at the most conspicuous person in front of him, for all the academy students were behind him.

He tilted his head slightly, glanced at them, turned to the man not far in front of him, and smiled, "I heard that there were many of you when I came, but now, the facts and the information don't seem to match. ”

"Meaningless sacrifices don't bring any chance of winning, and everyone's ideals will change when they face reality, so I let those people choose to leave." Tirrant said slowly.

"Eduardo Safirlan, Adjutant of the Third Brigade of the Kingdom Guard."

Safirlan nodded and introduced himself.

"Amalunda Tirrant."

"Amaronda? A very familiar surname. Safirlan tilted his head and thought for a moment, then said.

"A few years ago, a minister named Amalunda tried to transform the country, but he was stripped of his knighthood, and a year later, he died in a Yin assassination." Tillant said coldly.

"It seems that there is such a thing."

Safirlan looked carefully at Tirrant in front of him, and said with a smile and curiosity: "So, who is he?" ”

"He's my father." Tirrant's voice was colder.

"I remember he didn't leave any children or grandchildren." Safirlan smiled even deeper.

"Because, I'm an illegitimate child."