Characters in this chapter: (Alleyne), (Momocha), (Merck), (Sedevi), (Julia), (Cress), (Roman).

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Chapter 042: (Forbearance and Cruelty)

"Bear it or be cruel," Savid retorted to him, objecting. "If it were you, what choice would you make?"

Alleyne disagreed, and pointed out sharply: "To justify 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 haven't chosen between cruelty and cruelty," Savid's tone was stiff, and his words became fierce. "Then please tell me what is the best choice!"

Between cruelty and cruelty, Alleyne 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? Do you think this will make you comfortable?" said Alleyne. "No, aren't you just as hateful?"

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

Alleyne 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." The other party's words reminded him of his stepmother.

In order to make his father disgusted with him, his stepmother used vicious means to make him poison his dog with her own hands, and then slandered him in front of his father. At that time, he did not choose to endure humiliation, nor did he choose cruel revenge, but chose to leave.

The stepmother was not cruel enough to kill him. Alleyne is well aware of this. The stepmother was nothing more than greedy to take away his inheritance and let his younger brother, her own son, inherit his father's domain and title one day in the future.

"I would choose to kill those who have hurt me. Savid's voice didn't 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," Alleyne said with disappointment in his tone. "Don't let hatred blind you, and don't let the seeds of hatred sprout in your heart. ”

Merck on the side of Momo Tea showed 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. Savid suddenly roared in anger, 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. Alleyne knows it. Countering violence with violence will only accumulate more hatred and even lose more loved ones.

In accordance with the law of succession to the noble titles of the King of Virginia, as well as the thousand-year-old tradition of the continent of Calradia, Ellen could have become a respected knight and a noble lord.

In the near future, he will inherit his father's property, castles and fiefs, as well as those soldiers who are loyal to him, servants who serve him. He will be respected and loved by his people, and brave and loyal will even be respected and trusted by the king.

But he gave it all up. He was not sure that his father would pass on the title and domain to him, and the secular laws did not really bind the will of the nobles. He can't guarantee that his stepmother won't kill him because of this, after all, greedy desires/desires can make people cruel.

Between cruelty and cruelty, Alleyne chose to leave. He gave up his father's title and castle, left the town where he had lived for more than ten years, and he even erased his surname and completely severed his relationship with his father. He didn't want things to turn out the way he had envisioned them.

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

"Those who are sinful will not appreciate you even if you forgive them," Merck retorted with a shrug of her 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 a later debate?" "Shouldn't we go back? Otherwise, the regimental commander, they will be in a hurry!"

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

"You guessed it, we're mercenaries. At the same time, he silently said in his heart: I am a mercenary, my name is Ellene, I have no surname, I am a guest from the East.

Mo Mocha thought to herself: Man, do you still need to guess this? Our words and deeds have already betrayed our profession. He sometimes really wondered if Elleon's head was made of wood.

After receiving another reply, Savid 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," Savid 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!

Count Kesto was not only their employer, but also someone they could not easily offend. Within the Duchy of Rhodoc, the status of Count Kesto was only that of King Graves. And where they are now is right now, they are under the jurisdiction of the governor of [Viruga].

Momocha hurriedly glanced at Alleyn 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 Momo Tea has always adhered to, and it is also the way for mercenaries to survive.

Alleyne glared at Momocha and shook off the other's hand. "We can accept your employment and keep you safe," he added later. "But your enemies are not our enemies. Sorry, we can't accept this task. ”

Savid 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. Alleyne 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," Savid pointed out unceremoniously. "You're just a bunch of mercenaries who kill to survive!"

"That's right, we're mercenaries we kill to survive," Alleyne 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.

"I have no doubt about your bravery, nor do I deny that you did save us just now," Savid shook his head impatiently. "But I want you to tell me the reasons for rejecting me!"

"Mercenaries have to face death, and even more. Momo Tea took the other party's words. But we are not so stupid as to accept an impossible task for the sake of the dinar, and to give our lives in vain. ”

"My enemies are nothing but bandits," Savid commented. "If that's what you call impossible, then I don't think you can keep us safe. ”

"Bandits?" "We thought your enemy was the son of the nobleman just now," he quickly explained. "Know that Count Caesto is our employer, and we have already offended his son in order to save you. ”

Savid asked with interest: "Isn't there a saying in the mercenary world: there are no eternal friends, and there are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests!"

"But it depends on the circumstances," Momo replied with a flamboyant tongue. "If we risk our lives to offend Earl Caesto, I am afraid that even if you give us more gold, we will not be able to leave this land with it. ”

"Can you accept this task?" asked Julia, expectantly.

"Of course, we're going to a nearby village to exterminate a bunch of bandits," he asked, turning to the woman who didn't look like a woman. "Maybe it's the bandits you talked about, and by the way, how many dinars are you going to give us as a commission?"

"I have given you the gold. Savid replied in a flat tone.

Mo Mocha said with her usual smile, "This lady, are you kidding me?"

"Stupid, don't you understand?" Alleyne patted his bulging pocket. She was referring to the money bags in your pockets. ”

When Mo Mo Cha heard this, he quickly shook his head. "Oh! no!" he said, in a perpetration. "Ma'am, these are our trophies, and they don't belong to you. ”

"Didn't all this loot belong to me in the first place? ”

Mo Mo Cha ignored the mockery in the other party's words, and gave the other party a moderate smile: "I just took it from those corpses, how can I say that I stole it?"

"But these soldiers were all killed by Sevid with arrows," Julia claimed. "Shouldn't what they have in them belong to her?"

"Ma'am, for mercenaries, the spoils of war belong to whoever owns them. Mo Mo Cha said righteously. "If you don't have the gold to pay us commissions, sorry, we don't buy and sell for free, and we don't accept buying and selling at a loss. ”

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