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In fact, to this day, there are many inconsistencies between Moshi and this era.

In his memory, he was too far away from the Wild Times.

Therefore, he did not remember at all that the so-called rule of law, the so-called human rights, and the so-called freedom were all glorious but short-lived concepts that had been painstakingly built up for human society. Even "love" is a product that has only been defined and recognized after the development of capitalism, and the concept of equality is even more absurd. What's more, not all races are as docile and peaceful as humans.

So, when he said everything he knew (and even lied for pity) -

Mo Shi watched the Duke stand up.

The tall, muscular man stepped down from his seat with a heavy sword.

"Thank you, Mr. Moshi, for finding the answer for us, as well as the sinner. The Duke said, "It is my fault that such a terrible crime should have taken place under the protection of the House of Firefinch." And I, the one who bears the name of the Duke, have the duty to protect the glory of the finches and to eradicate the enemies of the finches. ”

Suddenly, his words took a turn and he drew his sword.

"Shameless one, you have tarnished the reputation of the Firesparrow. Ember Waping, as a retainer of the Firefinch, you are unforgivable, and I will not give you time to repent. ”

Ember Waping listened like that, bent her legs, and fell to her knees calmly.

"I prayed before I came, my lord. Please atone for your sins. ”

Duke Firesparrow looked at the retainer from above, and finally nodded.

Then, it happened.

In Diya's suppressed and painful roar, when Mo Shi was too surprised to react, the duke's sword stabbed into the young man's chest and slashed downward. The great power of the orcs cannot be underestimated, and the Duke of Firesparrow is in the prime of life. The great sword sliced open the young man's chest.

The rich smell of blood gushed out, like a tumbling wave of blood.

Red blood splattered at Moshi's feet.

The Duke drew his sword and flicked it twice. Ember Waping fell to the ground, her limbs twitching.

It is easy to go from a "person" with a "soul" to a "corpse" with only an organic body.

There was silence all around, and no one made a sound except for extremely low gasps and whimpering. Without even exclaiming, Mo Shi thought to himself, what a strange but natural scene it was. It was as if everyone but him knew that the Duke would just do this. But he didn't expect it at all, at least, he thought that the punishment would be carried out at the end.

Shekka Hawthorn gripped Moshi's arm tightly. Mo Shi didn't know if he didn't rush forward because of this, or because he didn't fall to the ground.

He didn't know — he didn't know —

In front of the public.

In front of everyone's eyes.

In the hall......

-

"Survivor bias," Mo Shi thought.

He wakes up in a small town, and everyone is kind enough to him (but perhaps only because he is the superior Heyal, and they have respect and fear for him). And the Dubbins did have a soft temper.

And, because of the straightforward friendliness of Dino Firebird and Sheikah Hawthorn, and the gentleness of Dia and Ember Waping and Lina—

He mistook the reality of this world and underestimated its primitiveness, directness, and wildness.

Or he simply can't see the environment he is in, even what he is doing. He indulges in what he thinks is a simple world, thinking that his logic is the logic of how things work.

He felt like he was foolish.

He should have been mentally prepared to accept the facts, but the truth is that he didn't.

Matter is not transferred around the will of the individual.

He remembered the words of the sage.

Things never go as planned.

-

Then, with his bright red sword, the Duke walked towards the Crow's retainers.

"I have to express my deepest apologies to all of you. He lowered his head, looking submissive, his beastly ears almost touching the tips of Norwen Fei's fingers, "But—"

Mo Shi looked at all this, and his heart was like a drum.

He suddenly realized that there were soldiers everywhere outside the building.

The Duke's voice continued: "But I have to ask you to accept my hatred, the humiliation I have suffered. You, and the people you represent, have slain the betrothed of the daughter of the Firesparrow in the territory of the Firefinch, and the Firebird cannot bear such humiliation. ”

It was clear that Norwen Fei had not expected what would happen next.

Neither did the other Crow's retainers.

"Ridiculous, you have no evidence to accuse—" he tried to justify.

The Duke's greatsword was raised high, and the heavy blade fell to Norwen Fei's right shoulder in an instant, and then, along with his collarbone, ribs, and spine, his body was sliced off.

At this time, screams finally erupted from the crowd.

The retainers of the autumn crows shivered. Novin Fei's flesh splattered on the body of his young, beautiful wife, and her entrails were piled up at the edge of her shoes.

The duke erased the pretense of being polite, and his face was gloomy and arrogant, making it clear that everything he had just said was a pretext. The sword, blessed with "strengthening" and "sharpness", scraped sharply on the ground.

"Go back and tell your marquis that the Firesparrow has declared war on him. ”

-

Moshi was sent back to the vicinity of the room by Sheka Hawthorn.

He stood in the corridor, leaning against the cold masonry wall.

He could barely move a step, and if it weren't for his pride to keep him from giving in, he wouldn't have been able to move at all. Mo Shi realized that he was the kind of person who was unwilling to forgive mistakes and hated failure, and to be honest, he didn't know that he was such a neurotic person. He also thought that he would be more ordinary, more kind and upright.

And when the Duke approached him with the smell of blood, he smiled and said, "You have done a good job, Mr. Moshi. You're a different kind of person, a prodigy, a weirdo. I think you'll be willing to help me in the next battles as well. ”

He replied, "Yes, Lord Duke." ”

- Surrender to power.

So much for.

It couldn't be more normal.

He was weaker and more cowardly than he thought he was. But he's just an ordinary person, isn't he? even weaker and more lethal than an ordinary "man."

"Mr. Moshi, are you alright?"

The voice of the blue bird rang out.

Mo Shi realized that he hadn't talked to Bluebird in a while. So much so that its onomatopoeic voice seems a little unfamiliar.

"I think it's bad. He whispered. I don't know why I'm so honest.

"I know you're doing things against your will, and your education hasn't taught you how to deal with them. 』

"Yes. That's true. ”

"Try to recall, what's the most painful thing you remember? I mean the years you remember before you came here. Blue Bird asks an impersonal question, but the tone is very gentle, so gentle that it doesn't look like an AI.

"Painful things?"

He rummaged through his own vague castle of memories. There are many things that he will never jump out of if he doesn't want to, and they will only emerge if he deliberately digs them - like panning for gold in the sand. This is presumably one of the side effects of sealing.

"I ...... I remember making some choices before, but those memories were too vague. But I remember my childhood," he said, "and my mother was in a vegetative state because of the accident, and I was her only relative." When I reach adulthood, I have the right to choose whether or not to sign the euthanasia contract. Finally I wrote my name, and they unplugged all the medical devices from my mother. It's painful, but I don't regret it. ”

"You know it's not your fault, do you?Mr. Moshi, it's fate, you just made a choice—and you can only choose within a very narrow range. Including what's happening now. 』

"I don't know why, I used to think I could do anything...... "he recalls waking up from the beach and coming to the castle again, "it's weird, it's weird......"

The blue bird didn't have time to say anything.

The door to Moshi's room opened, and Lina leaned out and saw him leaning against the wall.

Ah, Lina. A girl from a small village.

When Mo Shi saw her, it was like seeing his own sister, maybe his sister.

Her soft, grayish-brown ears twitched.

Her vomeronal apparatus could probably immediately tell that Mo Shi was in a bad mood, not to mention that he must have a miserable face.

"My lord, what happened?" she hurried over to help him.

Mo Shi closed his eyes slightly for a moment.

He suppressed his rout.

"The Duke has made war against the Autumn Crow," he said, "and this may be an opportunity to help me go further." ”

"Further, what do you mean?" Lina looked at him gravely and sniffed him with the tip of her leather-tactile nose. It was clear that she was frightened by the strong smell of blood.

- Status, official position, dignity, dignity......

- Memory, magic.

What he needs, and what he craves.

War has always been one of the quickest and worst ways to advance civilization.

He should not but should seize this opportunity.