26 Helpless choice

In the night, darkness and fear enveloped the town, and sudden changes made the people here panic, the seeds of uneasiness quickly took root, and the dead air overwhelmed the people......

The Viscount did not sleep, he ordered the militia to rest well, and only arranged for a few servants to be on duty at night, and in the already madly trembling town, the Viscount remained calm.

Parrett did not sleep either, he drank with some of the people who had borrowed wine to kill their sorrows, and when everyone else was drunk, he did not drink greedily, but sat there to rest, and he knew that it was necessary to keep a clear head at this time. The liquor made his body feel hot and dry and withstood the cold outside. As a soldier of Aube, his performance did not discredit the image of the soldier.

Night Sparrow and Snow Dog traveled from place to place, rescuing the wounded and searching for wind chimes, and the exhausted two slept in the medicine storage room in the fortress after a while. Strangely, however, she woke up in the middle of the night to find obvious signs of passivity in the medicine cabinet that had been neatly organized, and she didn't care, someone might have come in while they were asleep to take the medicine and heal the wounded.

If it weren't for the blinking of his eyes, Milo would have been a statue at this point. He was still on his knees, staring motionlessly at the man in front of him, as if frozen, his gaze as dull as that of a dead man. Just now, the moment he stabbed his short sword to the throat, the sword in his hand was actually knocked off, and the force was so great that only lightning could match it. The one who stopped the stab at the critical moment was an unexpected person for Milo - the Magician Wind Chime.

There was a hint of provocation in the wind chime's eyes, she had just saved Milo with a short sword with her magic, but at this time, she acted as if everything had nothing to do with her, and her behavior was not like salvation, but like mockery or sarcasm. The wind chimes walked around the kneeling Milo, her eyes fixed on him, and although she was not tall, she had a condescending feeling.

The light of the oil lamp became faint, and as soon as the wind chime raised her hand, the brightness of the oil lamp slowly returned—she didn't have to pronounce a sound when she cast her magic, she only had to say it silently in her mind, which only a skilled magician could do. In the dim light, the two remained silent. Wind Chimes had already thought that no matter what she said, Milo would not respond, and for a person who had already decided to cut himself off, persuasion was of little significance. Wind Chime picked up the short sword that had fallen to the ground, letting the light reflected from the blade fall on Milo's face, she sneered, still didn't say a word, turned to the cloak left by Milo, and gently picked it up.

A slight tremor appeared on Milo's lips, and the wind chimes did not let go of this action.

The wind chime then lifted the cloak high and stretched out to the flame of the oil lamp, which was about to burn......

"Don't," Milo's faint voice sounded, "Don't ......"

The statue is loose.

Wind Chime slowly retracted her arm and placed the cloak in front of Milo. Just for a moment, the coldness and ridicule on her face were gone, replaced by sincere sympathy and pity.

"The thought of going down with a sword without any pain makes me feel very relieved." Melo said in an almost hoarse voice.

Wind Chime said gently, "I don't want to prolong your pain, and I won't stop you from committing suicide." But I hope to borrow you now to save the town. ”

"I don't care about the survival of Windwalk Town at all." Milo said, a dark cloud reappearing in his eyes.

"It's a coincidence, I don't care, but ......" Wind Chime's face darkened slightly, "Someone has risked their lives to come to me to save this place, and I want to be right." ”

Milo was speechless, silent for a while, and suddenly raised his head and asked, "What do you want me to do?" ”

Wind Chime sighed and said, "I just negotiated with the leader of the Praetorian Guard, hoping that they will not attack Fengxing Town, otherwise I will do my best to destroy the Praetorian Guard here." However, they are also very difficult, so they hope that Fengxing Town can hand over a murderer who killed the prince. Of course I know that the murderer is not you, but since you are bent on death, you should be the last to help Fengxing Town. ”

"Then you can wait until I'm dead and give my body to the Praetorian Guard." Milo still wants to finish himself as soon as possible, hoping to obtain the short sword in the hand of the wind chime through this defense.

"Of course I can do that, but I would prefer you to go to the Praetorian Guard camp and tell a few lies to make them believe that it was the prince you killed, so that it would be easier to explain." Wind Chimes saw Milo's intentions and turned the dagger behind him.

"What if the Praetorian Guard doesn't give me a chance to kill myself?" Milo remembered Domi's prophecy, and he was also very afraid of the Misty Jungle in his heart.

The wind chime laughed and took out a small medicine bottle containing a pale green solution. "The poison I just prepared is very powerful, but there is a period of time left for you to communicate with the Praetorian Guard."

Milo reached for the vial, but the wind chime withdrew her arm and shouted out the door, "Come on!! Then he turned to Milo and said, "Believe me, when it is daybreak, I will let you drink this potion, and then you will go to the Praetorian Guard." In this way, Windrun Town will be saved......"

As soon as the wind chimes finished speaking, the footsteps of everyone were heard outside the door, and the people attracted by the shouting of the wind chimes quickly pushed the door in, including the night sparrow and snow dog who were resting in the medicine storage room.

The magicians were surprised and delighted when they saw the wind chimes, and they finally saw hope again, but they were shocked when they saw Milo, who was kneeling on the ground, looking desperate and embarrassed. Nightfinch had the servants carry Milo to the council chamber, and several of the minions almost dragged Milo to the council chamber - he still had the cloak that Heidi had sewn for him with her own hands. The wind chimes also arrived at the council hall with a few simple greetings, and after a while, the viscount who heard the news also rushed over.

As soon as the viscount entered the council chamber, he saw Milo's painful expression, and immediately understood what he had just experienced, and quietly ordered the Night Sparrow and the Snow Dog to keep an eye on him. At this time, the viscount noticed the wind chimes next to him, and the night sparrow and others, the viscount was also very surprised when he saw the wind chimes for the first time, obviously the appearance of the wind chimes was also very different from his imagination, the "magician sister" in his father's mouth was so beautiful and young, of course, he also guessed that it might be the effect of magic.

Parrett also rushed to hear the news, and he was overjoyed to see the wind chimes reappear.

The Viscount, Parrett, and Nightfinch all looked at the wind chimes expectantly, hoping that the enigmatic magician would tell him how to solve the crisis. Milo, on the other hand, was still huddled in the chair next to her, clutching her cloak tightly, killing her last moments.

“…… Let Milo go to the Praetorian Guard and turn himself in, admit that he is the murderer of the prince, so that the matter can be solved without blood. Wind Chimes recounted her plan.

"No, no, it's absolutely not going to work!" After listening to the wind chime's words, Parrett strongly objected, "You two, you are talking, why don't you say anything?" The Night Sparrow and the Snow Dog didn't say a word, but just stood there dumbfounded. The viscount was silent and lost in thought.

"Hey, Milo! Brothers! Do you really want to go to the Praetorian Guard and turn yourself in? Parrett asked Milo excitedly. Smelling Parrett's drunken body, Milo was also heartbroken and did not respond. Parrett spread his hands, and he couldn't do anything about the lack of response from everyone.

"That's it, I'll be there tomorrow morning." Milo's voice was low, and it was very small in the quiet chamber. With that, he slowly moved his body and stood up from his chair. As if carrying a weight of dozens of pounds, he dragged his body and walked out of the conference hall. Seeing this, Parrett hurriedly helped him, and the two left together, and Parrett's persuasion could be vaguely heard.

The chamber was silent, and the viscount closed his eyes in deep thought. This is the best solution for Windwalk, handing over an Imperial soldier who has committed treason to the Praetorian Guards in exchange for them putting down their butcher knives and sparing Windwalk. Even the Night Sparrow and Snow Dog thought it was appropriate, but they both knew that doing so would be at the expense of Milo.

Is it to sacrifice one person in exchange for more people to continue to live, or to protect one person and let more people shed blood and sacrifice? It's a simple math multiple-choice question, but it's a complex multiple-choice question of human nature.

As the people of Windrun Town, the Viscount and the Nightsparrow did not dare to gamble the lives of so many residents here, so they chose to acquiesce and acquiesce to the plan of the wind chimes. Only Parrett, the foreigner, could not understand the helplessness of this acquiescence......

A cold breeze blew into the council chamber, several oil lamps were blown out, and the silent atmosphere continued.

"Guys, I'm sorry." Wind chimes break the silence of the council chamber.

"What I just said was a lie."