Merck walked over to check on the sergeants' injuries, only to find that several of her spare men had been slashed in the throats. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Desaivi was holding a blood-stained dagger in his hand, and he immediately stepped forward and asked, "You killed them?"

"They're damned. The other party responded coldly.

Although Merck grew up under the influence of honor, loyalty, humility, and chivalry, he had a somewhat deviant personality, and he preferred to be a simple self rather than those hypocritical aristocrats.

At this time, seeing that the other party was vicious, he was quite unhappy, but he knew in his heart that the other party was not a resentful and ruthless person.

"Everybody's beliefs are different, and I can't say which one of you and I is wrong," Merck said, looking at each other. "But don't you think it's too cruel to kill a weak man who is powerless to fight back?"

"To be merciful to one's enemies is to be cruel to oneself, and to be pitiful to others is to make oneself miserable," Desaivi retorted. "Why should you and me, mortals who lick the edge of the knife and live their lives, be cruel to yourself?"

"I don't understand what you're talking about. After a moment of silence, Merck continued: "Friend or foe, first of all, he is a human being, and he must not do things too much, and if he has to do it as a last resort, he must leave a glimmer of life for others, Ms. Desayvi, I hope you can remember my words." ”

"Bear it or be cruel," Desaivi retorted again, objecting. "If it were you, what choice would you make?"

Merck disagreed, and pointed out sharply: "Justifying cruelty is driven by cruelty." Immediately, he answered the other party's question in a firm tone. "I will not choose to endure, let alone be cruel. ”

"Since you didn't choose between cruelty and cruelty," Desaivi's tone was stiff, and his words became fierce. "Then please tell me, a better choice!"

Between cruelty and cruelty, Merck once experienced.

Forbearance is tantamount to cruelty to oneself, and all cruelty is produced by timidity.

Because of this, he has a different choice in life, and this choice has shaped his current path and character.

"To be hurt is to become a cruel person, and then brutally kill those who are innocent and just do what they are told?" Merck questioned. "Do you think this will make you comfortable?"

Merck told the other party the answer. "No, aren't you just as hateful?"

Desaivi suppressed his anger and asked noncommittally: "Can you easily let go of those who want to hurt you?"

Merck replied without hesitation: "It doesn't matter if a person is hurt, what matters is how this person faces these people who have hurt themselves, I hope you can understand." ”

"I would choose to kill those who have hurt me. Desaivi's voice did not waver.

Maybe it's because she's been a bandit for too long and she's used to killing.

And habit is the second nature of man, and in this respect habit is neither cruel nor charming.

"I can't stop your choice, but I just want to advise you," Merck said with disappointment in her tone. "Don't let hatred blind you, and don't let the seeds of hatred sprout in your heart. ”

Merck suddenly had a heavy expression. Didn't you choose to join them and become a mercenary just to kill those bandits who did a lot of evil, for the hatred in your heart?

"You don't even experience this kind of pain to say these hypocritical, high-sounding words. Desaivi suddenly roared angrily, his usual indifferent tone gone. "There is simply no third option between cruelty and cruelty. ”

Cruelty and hatred are like boundless darkness, which will devour every once living life. And the accumulation of new hatred and old hatred will only tear the wounds that have just healed again and again.

Merck knows it. Countering violence with violence will only accumulate more hatred and even lose more loved ones.

"Hatred, revenge, then deeper hatred, bloodier revenge. Everything seems to be stuck in an endless loop. Merck's tone was unexpectedly mixed with a tough ingredient. His chivalry allowed him to always maintain a heart of compassion and tolerance.

"Those sinful people won't appreciate you even if you forgive them," Wiggins said with a shrug of his shoulders and a bystander-like retort. "On the contrary, they will continue to do evil and hurt more innocent people!"

"Guys, can you save these great truths for later?" the tea eased the atmosphere without a trace. "Shouldn't we go back? or they'll be in a hurry, boss!"

Desaivi did not continue to refute the other party's words, but after carefully examining the other party, he said: "Look at your outfit, if I guess correctly, you are mercenaries, right?"

"You guessed it, we're mercenaries. Wiggins didn't understand what he was asking him for.

He thought to himself, "Man, do you have to guess this?" Our words and deeds have betrayed our profession a long time ago. He sometimes really wondered if Wiggins' head was made of wood.

After receiving another reply from the other party, Desaivi almost blurted out: "I want to hire you." ”

"Hire us?" Mocha looked at the other party with a puzzled expression, which was the opposite of her previous tough and cold attitude.

"Yes," Desay Victory replied. "I want to hire you to keep us safe for the time being, and at the same time hire you to kill my enemies for me," she said with deliberate emphasis. "Of course, I'll pay you a good commission. ”

The horse thief looked at the corpses around him, and couldn't help but guess in his heart: This woman probably wants us to deal with the gentleman just now for her, right? No, no, this is absolutely not good!

Duke Kesto Michord was not only the governor of the Dehrim region, but also a nobleman whom they could not easily offend.

In the kingdom of Svadia, Duke Kesto Michod was the only one of King Haraus. And the position they are in now is right within the jurisdiction of Duke De Herim.

Mo Cha hurriedly glanced at Wiggins beside him, and tugged at the corner of his clothes with his hand, for fear that he would agree.

The dinar is important, but life is even more important. This is the principle that Mo Tea has always adhered to, and it is also the way for mercenaries to survive.

Wiggins glared at the tea and shook his hand away.

"We can take your hire and keep you safe," Wiggins added. "But your enemies are not our enemies. Sorry, we can't accept this task. ”

Desaivi was a little surprised when she heard this, and she asked with a light smile: "Aren't mercenaries living for gold? ”

"We are war machines, we live to fight, we die to fight, we are mercenaries. Wiggins replied word for word. "But those people always come to us when they need help, but even if there is more gold, some mercenaries will not accept it. ”

"Don't talk about you as a knight, noble and helpful," Desay said unceremoniously. "You're just a bunch of mercenaries who kill to survive!"

"That's right, we're mercenaries to kill to survive," Wiggins repeated. "But we are also brave mercenaries, we are free mercenaries, we are entitled to choose our employers, and we also have the right to refuse any assignment we do not want to accept. ”

Mercenaries are a collection of contradictions, and mercenaries are the promoters of troubled times and are spurned by the world.

Death is the destination of mercenaries, death is the mercenary's friend, the battlefield of war is the mercenary's home, and the mercenaries add luster to their profession with blood and life.