Chapter Eighty-Eight: Life has always been a very noble and precious thing
If it is said for the average person.
Someone directly said to them to take out half of their life to trade.
There is no doubt about it.
If there is no particularly rich price, most people will refuse when they hear this.
People with a bad temper are not exaggerated to hit people directly.
But the statement of ordinary people, ordinary people in this kingdom of Amira does not work.
Here, it doesn't matter if you are powerful or not.
As long as you are infected with this alienation disease, you can break out at any time, and you can become a killing machine at any time.
Becoming dead may be a relief.
For the people here now, their lifespan is unknown.
Because you can die at any time.
This is not an exaggeration at all.
People of the Kingdom of Elmira = cats of a certain quota
In fact, after Ron just proposed the payment, Chris had the first thought.
In fact, it is the first, even if it becomes a short-lived ghost.
But this security is what they want.
As long as there is no such alienation disease, then he can protect this village well.
Even if someone suddenly erupts, as long as the person who breaks out is not him, then he can handle the affairs of this village.
Because he knows that for this village is a disaster.
It's always been him.
If one day, he suddenly fell ill, with his strength, he would definitely deal a major blow to this village.
Just let this village disappear, maybe it's not enough.
"Mr. Ron, can you see our rotten lives?"
Listening to Ron's words, Chris knew no matter how stupid he was, Ron just wanted him to choose the second path.
"In this world, where is there a rotten life that is not rotten."
Listening to Chris's words, Ron shook his head and smiled.
"Life has always been a very noble and precious thing."
"It's people."
"It's people who make life rot."
In the end, I muttered thoughtfully.
"Chris, what about your choice?"
Unceremoniously, Ron doesn't have much politeness right now.
There are gains and losses, and what you want to gain means what you have to lose.
This truth is probably not understood by children.
Listening to Ron's words, Chris struggled and hesitated slightly.
He actually understood what Ron's words meant.
And now this choice, he also knows that if there is no mistake, now is the choice that will affect him.
Is it the right choice to sell your life?
Or, selling your freedom, is it the right choice?
At such times, there is really no one who can teach anything.
As the leader of a village, as the head of a family, Chris is cautious in every decision.
You have to make sure that it will bring benefits to your team before you can make up your mind to do it.
"Papapa~"
"Papa~"
Looking at Chris, who was struggling and hesitating, Ron was not in a hurry, and just sat on the sidelines and watched him.
Outside the door, there was a sudden knock.
It can be seen that the people who came were very anxious.
"Boss, boss."
"Something's wrong."
Accompanied by a knock on the door, there were also words.
As soon as he heard this, Chris stood up directly.
There is no time to hesitate any longer.
"Rude, Mr. Ron, there's something going on on my side that needs to be dealt with."
It was rare to bend down a little, and apologized to Ron, for Chris, who was able to survive in the kingdom of Emira, for the matter of humility.
It's done clearly.
Contact with Ron, except for the initial uncertainty.
Later, he put himself in a low position.
He trusts his instincts, so he won't do anything to Ron until he actually threatens them, or has some specific benefit that impresses him.
In Chris's view, survival is everything, and a moment of humility is nothing at all.
"Let's see what's going on."
Looking at Chris, who bowed his head, Ron didn't pay too much attention to the other party's salute.
Until the real other party decides, all this is nothing.
Nothing makes sense.
Now Ron thinks that it would be better to put some effort into getting this place done first.
Then, after having the source of life and the undead army, continue to set off to find the slug split.
Keep reaping.
"This way, please."
I can feel that the situation is also urgent, and Chris doesn't have a single inkblot.
Greeting Ron, he opened the door.
"What's the matter?"
Looking at the few younger brothers outside the door, Chris asked directly, and he also knew that if there was nothing to do, the other party would definitely not come to him.
Now that he's talking to Ron, there must be a lot of people who know.
This time to disturb, there must be something urgent.
The first thing that comes to mind is that someone is sick again?
"Terra, they're back, badly injured."
The little brother who came to find Chris didn't waste much time, and explained directly.
There's simply no time to waste their words right now.
And now, to say that he is here to find Chris is actually a bit of a search for Ron.
As he spoke, the little brother looked at Ron next to him.
This is also very obvious.
The injuries on Terra's body are estimated to have reached the point where they would normally give up treatment.
"Mr. Ron,"
After years of experience, Chris is still aware of the medical situation in his village.
Illness basically depends on suffering, at most some painkillers and the like, really seriously injured or something, basic functions and death.
The treatment equipment is completely absent.
"Let's go, let's see."
Glancing at Chris, Ron didn't say anything more.
Help is help, but after help, they can almost decide.
It's not good to treat him like a bad guy.
And Chris, hearing Ron's words, also breathed a sigh of relief.
Directly signaling people to lead the way.
All of a sudden, a few people came to a white building not far away, which looked a bit like a small clinic.
Enter here.
It's said to be a clinic, and it's also a bit weird about all kinds of medicines.
But in fact, it is very tattered, and it is impossible to really have good things.
"That's them?"
Two men and one woman, the injuries of the two men are okay, not fatal, and they can still recover after recuperating for a while, as for the woman, she has passed out.
There is a big hole in the stomach, and the breathing is already a little weak, if there is no healing power.
Waiting for death is a certainty.
Such an injury, even if you go to those big hospitals outside the Emira Kingdom, there are not many people who are really sure to treat them.
No wonder the other party is in such a hurry.
"Little slug, cure her."
Coming here, he didn't care about the other onlookers, he wanted others to surrender, and it was necessary to show a little strength, and Ron directly let the slug split.
Direct division begins to be saved.
They all came to the front, and if this made the other party die, then it would be very braggadocio for him to say that he could cure anything.