When Gastens walked out of the detention center, he saw Daisy for the first time. The tall girl with long dark brown hair stood next to a carriage in a plain long black dress. She was looking around a little bored before she saw Gastens, and the appearance of Gastens clearly attracted her attention, and the girl waved at this side and ran over.

Gastens took two steps forward, but didn't expect Daisy to rush into his arms when she ran up to him, not minding the disgusting smell of him at all. Gastens had his hands in the air, a little unsure whether to hold the girl who had held him tight. But his hesitation was soon interrupted by Daisy's low sobs, and with a soft sigh, Gastens put his hands around the girl's waist and held her tightly in his arms.

"What's this smell on you?"

After the excitement of the meeting, both of them had a lot to say, but as soon as they got into the carriage, Daisy objected to the taste of Gastens. She took out a set of clothes from her bag in the carriage and was about to hand it to him, when she stopped again.

"Forget it, I'll take you to the shower."

Gastens smiled helplessly, the smell of his body came from the death row. Ankenre's criminals are not treated as well as on Earth, and most felonies are sentenced to hanging, and they are brought to the execution ground after a week or so. Political prisoners like him will be held until the upcoming major holidays before they are executed. Criminals who commit misdemeanors, such as stealing or fraud, are often sentenced to flogging, stripping, cutting or even exile after a week in prison. There is almost no concept of prison sentences in this country, and naturally no one cares about the hygiene of those death row cells.

"The detention center smells like this, and I can't help it."

"Then you have to wash me, it smells terrible."

Daisy frowned in a complaining tone, but was maliciously reminded by Gastens, "You have it too, don't blame me for not reminding you." ”

Daisy looked down and asked, with a look of disgust, "It's not all your fault!" ”

She picked up a backpack beside her and threw it directly on Gastens's body, "This is the clothes, come home with me after taking a shower, Dad wants to see you in the evening." ”

There were several large public baths in Roswell, and Daisy asked the coachman, chose the one closest to her home, and let Gastens wash it, and while she was doing so, she also changed into civilian clothes and dragged Gastens home. It's work time, William Richardson is not at home, and there are only Daisy and Gastens at home.

"I heard about the amnesty, what's going on?"

Gastens was in Richardson's dining room, clutching two large pieces of white bread in both hands and devouring them. But even so, he didn't forget to ask about what had happened recently.

"I don't know what happened, the day before yesterday, His Majesty the Emperor suddenly announced an amnesty for the world, and almost all the criminals were pardoned, including me. But you are the main culprit of a political prisoner, there is no way to pardon it, you have to be a soldier, a serf soldier, I asked my father to find a lot of people, but no one can help, even today to get you out first, it will take a lot of effort, you can only stay in my house for two days, and then you will set off for the Western Theater of Operations, the Sixth Corps. ”

As she spoke, Daisy's eyes turned red again, and she looked at Gastens with a look of guilt and reluctance, "If I hadn't been at your house at that time, you would have been able to escape by yourself." I've looked at the things you prepared, it's very comprehensive, but those were originally prepared for you, if I hadn't taken your things, maybe you wouldn't have been arrested at all, let alone sentenced to death......"

"It's okay, it's okay", Gastens swallowed a large piece of white bread in his mouth, comforting the girl who wanted to cry, "I can save you, I still know what I know about myself, I shouldn't die." ”

Gastens wasn't lying, he vaguely remembered that in his first life, there was an amnesty event after the Fire Festival, and the situation at that time, if he chose to hide in the dark box, not only would he not be able to escape, but Luna would also be affected. After all, those police officers who have always lacked discipline will not let a delicate big girl Qiu innocent.

"You know how serious what we're doing, I don't think anyone in the group knows except you. You can prepare everything to escape when printing newspapers and writing articles, you must know that if you are caught, it will be a felony. If not, if I hadn't taken your escape tool......"

"How to call it occupancy for your own use, and you don't have to care too much, I really know it."

Gastens really knew what was going on, and in the original history, Archmage Luke Brewster had not been seen since the Festival of Fire, and it was decided that the Mage Tower would swear allegiance to the Emperor in 11 months. The great, one-of-a-kind Emperor will quickly launch a direct attack on the Negro Republic's belongings after swearing allegiance to the Tower of the Adjudicators, starting a war between the two countries known as the "One Year War". According to folk rumors, Archmage Luke Brewster lost his magic powers after the Festival of Fire, and was secretly imprisoned and tortured to death by His Majesty the Emperor. And as the fact of the third great demon tide was recognized by the six great powers, the countries that had lost the protection of the archmage began a new round of battle for hegemony, and that war was the great war that led to the death of Gastens.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

Gastens came back to his senses and found that Daisy had somehow made it next to him, and the Daisy rifle he had made out of was on the table in front of him.

"Oh, it's fine, just remembered something." Gastens shook his head and took a long sip of water before turning the question to the gun.

"How did you get this gun out?"

"This gun works", Daisy understood Gastens' distraction as his fear of death, and was even more moved by Gastens sacrificed his life to save herself, she reached out and pressed Gastens' hand, confessing what she had done.

"Did you know that on the day of the Fire Festival, I assassinated His Majesty the Emperor with this gun."

"Emperor? Paul Gibson?! ”

Gastens was really surprised at this time, he didn't even eat bread and water, and turned to face Daisy, "So the current amnesty is the amnesty of the new emperor?" Has the emperor changed? ”

"That's the problem...... Daisy pouted, "The emperor hasn't been replaced, and he's alive and well, but I remember shooting him with a gun......"

"Don't worry, tell me what you did!"

Gastens was a little nervous at this point, and if Daisy did assassinate Paul Gibson, then history would change dramatically. According to the butterfly effect theory, the wings of a butterfly can still set off a storm, so how much impact will the death of a great emperor have on his plans? If nothing else, if the Emperor gave up attacking the Negru Republic after being assassinated, where was the opportunity he was waiting for?

Daisy saw that Gastens was anxious, and this matter had been holding back in her heart for a long time, so she finished the whole process like pouring beans into a bamboo tube. Gastens thought for a moment and gave an uncertain guess.

"I think that it may not have been His Majesty the Emperor himself in that car at that time, otherwise if it was really His Majesty the Emperor, and you injured His Majesty the Emperor, then the whole city would definitely be under martial law to search for assassins. Have you heard of assassins since the assassination of the Emperor? ”

"No, this is what is strange about me, even if I killed not the emperor, but someone else, but it was the emperor's car, as long as someone died, shouldn't he worry? Shouldn't the whole city be searching for Assassins? ”

"I don't really know about that...... However, in any case, it is a good thing for us, and perhaps in order to avoid repercussions, His Majesty the Emperor has begun to silently gather information and prepare to arrest the Assassin in private. The things I prepared are not for assassinating the emperor, and the security is not high, so don't take out your gun casually. ”

"Okay, I got it. But it's really easy to use, I love it. ”

Daisy nodded, put the gun away, and took it into the house. Gastens burped as he wiped out the bread on the table with a three-five split. He waited for a while, and found that Daisy had not come, so he got up to look for her, and found Daisy in her bedroom, wearing only a thin dress, with white thighs and arms exposed.

"Ahh

Seeing that it was Gastens, Daisy let out a small exclamation, as if to cover it, but she quickly let go of her reserve and walked towards Gastens instead. Gastens realized something, and he watched nervously as Daisy walked past him and reached out to close the door behind him.

"Daisy......

Gastens turned and looked at Daisy. Daisy leaned against the door, a little shy but still looking straight at him with her eyes wide open.

"Garth, I love you."

Contrary to expectations, Daisy's response was simple and direct, her dark brown eyes were large and full of love. Gastens did not hesitate or hesitate, he reached out and took Daisy, and replied with a gentle reply.

"I love you too."

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The next day, Daisy and William send Garth to the recruiting office. Because Garth was suspected of treason, William Richardson bought Gastens' serfdom contract from Gablin for only 10 crowns. Gablin was crying and begging William to buy Gastens away, although he was a little clever, but he was timid and afraid that Gastens would be involved in his affairs. William easily took Gastens' contract. But also because of the treason, William could not convert Gastens into a free man, so he had to give Gastens the contract and other things to Gastens.

"From this day on, you will have your own serf."

The three of them stood under the carriage and said their final goodbyes. Gastens solemnly accepted the package and glanced at Daisy, after yesterday's clouds and rain, Daisy's eyes were obviously different.

"I'll wait for you to come back."

The voice was soft, but it was unshakably questioning. Gastens nodded, pressing his hand to his chest. There, hanging was a small cloth bag that Daisy had given him, and inside was a strand of her hair.

"I'll definitely be back."

With that, Gastens turned to leave, and William Richardson and Daisy watched Gastens walk around the corner before getting into the carriage. Escaping the death penalty is already the greatest blessing for this young man, and only he can decide his own destiny after that.

Gastens didn't look back, he walked all the way to the recruiting office, and saw the soldiers sitting there, hanging their children. They wore the bright red uniforms of the Anken Rein Empire, and their military caps were casually left aside.

"Hello, my name is Gastens Richardson, and I am assigned to the 6th Corps in the Western Theater of Operations."

"Sixth Corps?"

Sitting on the left, the thinner soldier repeated, rummaging through the booklet in front of him, and soon found Gastens' name.

"Oh, it's you, I thought it was a big shot, but it turned out to be a death row inmate."

The man turned the notebook in front of him and handed Gastens a pen, "Come, sign your name, report over there, the next steam locomotive will depart in an hour, lucky, don't forget to thank His Majesty the Emperor for his favor." ”

Garth put his right hand on his chest and saluted, "Of course I will not forget Your Majesty's grace. ”

The two soldiers at the registration office were already chatting with the next man, and after Gastens had finished saluting, he followed the instructions of the two to find the gathering place of the soldiers to be departed. The soldiers were clearly divided into two parts, one of them was cleanly dressed, apparently educated, had good hygiene habits, and appeared to be in good family conditions. The other part is dressed plainly, and some are dirty, lying or sitting, and there is no proper shape. Both groups saw Gastens at the same time, and they looked at Gastens's clothes, and a leader came out of the neatly dressed crowd and greeted Gastens.

"Hello, my name is Yannick Dimo, and I am a junior non-commissioned officer on this draft, what about you?"

"My name is Gastens Richardson, and I am a soldier after the amnesty for death row inmates."

Hearing that Gastens was on death row, Yannick Dimo's expression froze, he withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted, and pointed hard at the wave of people next to him.

"Mr. Death Row, that's your companion over there."

As soon as Gastens saw this posture, he knew that this wave of people was probably gilded by people from better families. For them, a death row prisoner like himself is probably an alien creature that they don't want to touch. He didn't bother to pay attention to these people who thought highly of themselves, and turned to the sloppy men who were lying or sitting.

Within a few steps, Gastens had figured out the root of the problem, he was so well dressed, although he didn't think it was when he was at Daisy's house, but now he looked at it, his clothes were neat and valuable, and his face was very clean, so he didn't look like a low-level person. Gastens shifted his bag from his left shoulder to his right shoulder and took a seat next to the small group of soldiers. The soldiers around it subconsciously moved to the side, leaving him a lonely space. After a short while, a big man with an obvious unkind face stood in front of him.

"Hey, little white face, why don't you stay with those sissies?"

The interrogator was tall and muscular, with thick bulges on his shoulders, and at first glance he was born as a coolie. Gastens stood up, dusted the dirt, looked him in the eye, and replied slowly.

"Because I'm a damn death row inmate."