Witt heard the sadness and helplessness in Old Danny's words, put the axe stained with sawdust in his hand on the wooden platform, his eyes were solemn, his brows were furrowed, and he asked curiously and worried about touching the wound in Old Danny's heart: "Uncle Danny, how do you say this?" ”

Old Danny let out a long sigh and said in a trembling voice, "Hey! It's a long story, it's a long story! ”

After a pause, old Danny continued: "Twenty years ago, you weren't even born at that time! At that time, Calradia was already in the midst of war, and the people were struggling to make a living. At that time, I was in the prime of life, and I also had the ambition to gallop on the battlefield and make great achievements. I did not disappoint myself and followed the old lord of Belgarupoye, the father of the current lord of Warisi Enpoye, on an expedition to the Kugit Khanate. The Kugit Khanate was a well-known fighting people, and it is said that they could not even sleep with their feet in stirrups! Old Danny couldn't help but raise his tone as he spoke, and he was completely absorbed in the memories in his mind. Witt had forgotten that there was such a thing as chopping wood, and the position of his heart moved higher and lower with the tone of old Danny's voice, as if he had experienced it himself.

After a long pause, Witt was also anxious for old Danny, and old Danny looked at what he was thinking about before he said slowly: "Of course, this is just a legend. When we attacked the enemy camp at night, we also stayed in tents, and in a panic we were ready to mount our horses for battle, and I went up with an axe alone and overturned four enemy soldiers. The fighting nation on the horse, that's just it, hahaha! Old Danny had a smug look on his face.

"Following the old lord of Belgaruboye to fight in the north and south, I have made outstanding achievements, from the first Vikia recruit, to the Vikia light infantry, the Vekia senior infantry, and finally to the Vekia infantry, wearing chain mail and high spirits. I was the youngest Vikian infantry in the ranks, and the most favored 'recruit' by the old lords, and I had a good chance of being promoted to the Wekia Heavy Infantry to the Wechian Guard, that is, the noble squire. But providence is not up to man! Old Danny's eyes gradually lost their light and became dark, and the smug look on his face was gone, leaving only the wrinkles left by the merciless years.

"After two years of fighting in the north and south, when I returned to Fesd after two years of great success, I could hardly recognize that it was the place where I grew up. The crops in the fields are overgrown with weeds, and from the fields to the village, you can see the scrawny villagers who are struggling to survive, and from time to time you can see the corpses of villagers whose dead bodies have begun to decay and stink, but no one has disposed of them. Many of the houses were burned down, leaving only broken eaves. Very few of the more intact houses remain, and they are not necessarily inhabited. All the strong men in the village who were alive had escaped, leaving only some of the old, weak, sick and disabled to stay in the village in despair and wait for death. I really started to doubt my life at that moment. We have fought a war for two years, and we have won it, in exchange for a bleak scene in front of us, what is the point of such a war, even if it is won? It is just a fight between the exploited and the exploited, and no matter who wins or loses, it is a negative-sum game. The resentment on Old Danny's face was gradually diluted, and anger ensued, which raised the wrinkles on his face up and down.

"What infuriates me the most is that when I came back, my wife had been dead for more than a year. Although our family was not in a good situation at that time, my wife would never starve to death, and I had left enough dinars before I left. The child in my wife's womb when she died...... Already...... I'm about to ......" Old Danny's voice had already choked, and at last he was completely speechless, and tears unconsciously flowed down his chin and dripped on the ground and mingled with the dust.

Witt looked at the grief-stricken expression of old Danny, and couldn't help but feel emotional, they were all in their fifties, and they were also old elders in that era, but in front of their fourteen-year-old innocent boy, they put down their faces and cried out of this embarrassment, which really made Witt feel a little depressed and cramped in his heart, and couldn't help but put down the axe in his hand and gently put it on the back of old Danny, speechless than ten thousand words, hoping to alleviate old Danny's grief.

It's not that the hero doesn't cry, but he doesn't get to the sad place. Old Danny was stung by the deepest memories in his heart, but the man did not change his chic nature, and after tears, he regained his old expression, and continued: "I did not believe that my wife was starved to death, and later Maligapoye said that my wife had died of the plague in the village. I inquired for a long time, and found that although a large number of villagers had died in Fesdena in the past two years, very few had died from the plague, because before the plague, the village had been attacked by a group of snow bandits. Maligapoye, a bastard who was then the captain of the guard inside the fortress of Fesdena, ordered the fort to be held and watched his unarmed villagers being slaughtered outside the fort. The robbers set fire to the huts and the dead villagers, and my wife died at the hands of the robbers. ”

Old Danny no longer choked up, his tone returned to old and steady, and even said a little coldly: "There are two things I hate the most in my life. The first type of person is the bastard Maliga Poye, who has no heart or lungs, and many of our comrades-in-arms were born and died to fight for the Boye family, in exchange for the separation of their wives and the destruction of their families. At that time, many of my comrades-in-arms returned to their hometowns in triumph to see their dead relatives, and some of them were so fragile that they even committed suicide to announce the end of their lives. The second type is bandits, bandits, pirates and other outlaws, although these people are good and bad, but after all, they are based on the lives and property of others, and they are the parasites of society, the cancer of Calradia. These outlaws have not only ended thousands of lives, but also destroyed thousands of families, and even destroyed them. What's more, in the chaotic continent of Calradia, outlaws are contagious like a plague, and it is easy for an uprising to break out out of control, and then the entire people of Calradia will suffer. Promise me, boy, that no matter what happens in the future, no matter how hard it is, don't choose this path, can you promise me? ”

Old Danny asked oppressive questions in the gentlest tones, forcing Witt to nod in response. In fact, in Witt's heart, he doesn't hate outlaws, or specifically, he doesn't hate bandits, because many bandits are actually villagers, and they are also forced by the threat of war or the exploitation of the lord, so they have no choice but to risk their lives to escape from the lord's territory and live a life without relatives and no reason, and they may die in the wild at any time, and sometimes Witt even sympathizes with the bandits!

However, the Snow Bandits and the Bandits are a different story, these two outlaws are real tysters, they never care about human life, they never leave anyone alive when they have money, and their weapons are much better than those of bandits, and some even have bows and arrows, because they are so bold that even a lone army dares to do it. These two outlaws are really another great threat to the people of Calradia. Although Witt has his own thoughts in his heart, he still maintains respect in front of his elder Danny, and no words are better than ten thousand words.

Old Danny was very satisfied with Witt's obedience, and wanted to teach Witt his life's experience, whether it was life, aristocratic circles, battlefields, etc., to Witt, hoping that Witt would not fall into the pit he had fallen into before, and also wishing Witt a good future.

"Also, one of the things I hate the most is war. Remember, Wit, war is always the greatest enemy of all the people of Calradia, and there is no one, but it is the greatest tool of all the nobles of Calradia in their pursuit of violence. In Calradia, the essence of war is to redistribute Calradia's property, to concentrate the property of the majority in the hands of the few, which is a kind of invisible collective exploitation. Moreover, the operation of the large machine of war requires a lot of human and financial resources, which is a great waste of the resources of the whole of Calradia. Remember, Wit, when you can't change the world, I hope you don't join the army and participate in the exploitation of the people, or yourself. Old Danny said a lot, his face was slightly tired, he yawned, and lazily: "I just woke up and I was sleepy again, it seems that I am really old, old!" That's all for today! In the future, there will be more opportunities, and I will slowly teach you how to be a man. Don't chop wood too late, go back early to accompany your parents, and I'll go rest for a while. ”

Watching the figure of old Danny disappear at the door of the house, Witt felt a lot about what old Danny had just said. Witt picked up the axe in his hand and continued to repeat the chopping motion towards the wood on the wooden platform, but his mind kept thinking about the life inspiration that Danny Sr. had given him. Where is your future head? What has sustained the world for so many years? Is there a new mechanism for the people of Calradia to rely on this mechanism to escape the right to exploit or the fate of exploitation?

Witt was confused......