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"Mr. Moshi. Ember Waping stood in front of him.

At that time, Mo Shi took his leave from Miss Dia's tower, and the literary teacher chased him out and stopped him.

Light snow began to fall from the sky again.

"I can tell," said the young man, "whether you really suffer from amnesia or not, you are a very different person from us. You don't seem to belong here at all. But, thank God for creating something like you—"

This phrase seems to be a compliment to a benefactor among snowwalkers.

Mo Shideng was a little embarrassed.

He knew that Ember must have come to consult with him about "whose name would be told to the Duke of Firesparrow in the name of the murderer."

Sure enough, he continued: "I hope that after I have finished my opinion with you, I will be able to make you understand my determination." ”

Mo Shi silently walked forward, while the young man followed behind him.

The shadows of the two were stretched out in a long gray patch on the corridor.

"You seem to have some kind of strange attachment to the 'truth' and the 'right'. But what you may not know is that the officers of the trial court never do. The sage once said, 'When something happens, what matters is not how it is done, but what it is done for, and what it can lead to after it is done.' Wise people need to know how to take advantage of something that has already happened. ”

The words of literature did reach Mo Shi's ears.

He walked forward, feeling a shock and a dazed feeling in his heart.

Judicature......

"Think about it, Lord Moshi," said Ember Wapin, who stopped and looked at Moshi's back, "think about what Lord Duke wants! ”

At that time, Ember Waping's tone was sad and calm. He saw and thought more clearly than Mo Shi:

"Lord Moshi, send me to trial, but don't tell our story. Then, you go and identify the sinners of the crows...... Then the Duke will be satisfied. And this will also reduce your suffering. You will preserve your dignity and will be appreciated by the Duke. ”

Now it was clear to Moshi that the Duke never wanted to know the truth.

What's more, that truth is also mixed with his daughter, retainers, and servants.

No, he never wanted the truth.

All he wanted was for Mo Shi to tell him and the others that Qiu Yao's retainers had made a mistake.

If it weren't for the fact that Norwen Fei really killed Pamu Crow, Mo Shi would not have been able to reach the end so smoothly, and I am afraid that the Duke of Firebird would put pressure on him and tell him "Mr. Mo Shi, your duty", and then the sinner would still be a retainer of Qiu Crow. Because Pamu Crow was killed, and the significance of this incident to the Duke of Firesparrow is to start a war first, rather than waiting for the truth to come out, until Crow can react next step and occupy the moral peak.

- At least they are still trying to pay attention to "the teacher is famous".

This is also a manifestation of civilization.

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The wars of the snowwalkers, according to the history of the old times known to Mo Shi, seem to uphold the "aristocratic conquest system" of the ancient Greek era in Europe and the Spring and Autumn period in ancient China.

First, war was seen as a form of divine judgment, and thus required a high sacrifice before and after the start of the war and the truce. And the kings of both sides must determine the date and place of the war, and then the war can be started.

Secondly, going to war was seen as an honor for the nobility, and the lords had to personally lead the army. Civilians in the military are only responsible for logistical support and are not allowed to kill enemies on the battlefield.

These are what Shekha and Dino told Moshi.

However, they did not know at the time that this battle, which was later known as the "Battle of the Arrival of the City", was regarded by historians as one of the preludes to the "Age of Killing Monarchs" that lasted for hundreds of years, and the dynasty began to turmoil and change.

But in any case, at this moment, the butterfly only flapped its wings slightly, and the purpose of this war was only to seize a few winter hunting grounds on the border, no different from the petty fights between most lords.

At this moment, the name of the fire sparrow has not yet ascended to the throne, and the archmage who will remain famous for all generations is only the magic teaching of the son of the duke.

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Shekha told Mo Shi that the knights of the dukes in the city of Miwa had a total of more than 5,000 people, and they temporarily recruited troops from lords at all levels, probably about 10,000 people.

Combined with the era, as well as the number and physique of snowwalkers, such a scale should be considered the start of a bloody battle.

In reality, the Duke was only going to send half of the number.

"That's saving, I understand. Sheka sighed softly. He was in charge of the armaments, so Moser could fully imagine his efforts in this war, "but I suspect the Duke has other plans." ”

They sat in the small dining room by the kitchen, and in the afternoon Sheka was going to the armory, so he refused to drink.

Moshi was drinking.

Now this small restaurant is almost owned by Moshi and Sheika Hawthorn.

Mo Shi didn't need to be here, but he felt that he couldn't always stay in his room and wait for Duna to take care of him—he was willing, but, no. That means compromise and depravity. He had to do something.

Shekka was willing to talk to him, and Moshi was grateful for that.

After all, although Mo Shi was reluctant to stay in his room and do nothing, he was also afraid of being thrown into the crowd.

Now that all of the Crow's retainers were gone, Norwen Fei's body was suspended from the city wall and swayed by the west wind, like a broken beehive, half broken and falling on the frozen river.

The castle was as silent as a dead city, and the servants did not say a word.

"The Duke has decided to set off in ten days, but it doesn't take that much time to get to the Silver Field. The date of the appointment with the autumn crow is on the fifteenth day of the fifth month of the great god month, and it is only the beginning of April. Setting aside almost three months is too much time. Shekka pondered, and then shook off these troubles again, "Mr. Moshi, are you feeling okay lately?"

"Nothing good or bad. ”

"It's not good. ”

"Perhaps. I didn't sleep well these two nights. ”

"The Duke wants you to come with him, after all, you are his retainer like me, and besides, you are a sorcerer—although, I have heard that your magic skills are not about ......fighting," Shekka frowned, "Actually, I think you should stay in the castle and rest, or help manage the castle's affairs." But since the Duke has said that—"

"Yes, I am afraid of blood and corpses, I have never been used to violence and death. "Moshi told the truth," when I saw Ember...... But I'll go, I'm willing to follow the duke. ”

Shekka fell silent, and after a while he said, "Mr. Moshi, you don't have to blame yourself. You didn't do anything wrong. ”

"Even if I was right, I felt horror and disgust when I saw a man brutally killed in front of me. You may call me pretentious and cowardly, but I'm not ashamed of it. Mo Shi's tone sharpened slightly.

"I wouldn't say that. Sheka looked at him.

Mo Shi was stunned, and at the same time, he felt his mood slowly calm down.

"Mr. Shekha, has anyone ever said that you are extraordinarily considerate as a warrior, gentle and meticulous. Although you pretended to be a grumpy and rude bastard, in fact your personality is not like that. Mo Shi commented.

Shekka jerked his head up, his eyebrows furrowed up and down, and he blushed at the same time.

"You're insulting me. He said, but his tone wasn't quite sure.

This was not expected by Moshi.

"I didn't. He quickly replied.

Moshi had to painfully realize how tiring stereotypes were.

"No, I'm not saying you're bad, I didn't mean that. Why does a warrior have to be what he is, and a man must not pick up a sword and put himself in a sheath? He pulled himself together and tried to explain, "I mean, that's good, better than ...... Better. ”

"Than ...... Better. ”

"Yes. Much better than those damn egotistical hyars, males, Efaya. Mo Shi said to himself.

Shekka shook her ears.

"What do you mean ......"

"Yes. ”

"But ......"

"Yes. ”

Mo Shi emptied the flask, rubbed his temples, and said hoarsely, "I have improved and designed some weapons, and if you and Lord Duke think you can, you may be able to play a role in this war." ”