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The light and shadow of the fire and the darkness of the night were gilded on Solam's body, jumping as if he were alive. For a moment, you seem to see the darkness surging and converging under the pitch-black hood, and finally returning to calm.

Solam slowly removed his hood and looked at Tandra with his eyes that shimmered gray. "First question, would you believe me if I said I didn't know exactly what the way to get Sawylan back on his feet?......" His expression was serious, not as if he was joking, "Second question, I won't tell you where to go, you'll know when the time comes." The reason why I do this is to reduce unnecessary disputes, and at the same time, I don't need your trust......"

Tandra and Old Sean's brows furrowed at the same time. "Although we are very grateful for all that you and your men have done for Essaouiran. However, this does not mean that we can tolerate the practice of trading with false gods or burning demons in hell for the sake of achieving our goals......"

With the words of old Sean, the atmosphere in the camp froze. Immediately afterward, Yartu and Kanan, who were sitting in the distance, and the rest of Solam's subordinates stood up silently, feeling offended and blasphemed. If Essaouiran's coma could temporarily allow the two sides to put aside each other's positions and maintain a fragile peace, then with Essaovilland's awakening, this alliance that had never been strong instantly returned to its original point.

The question of survival, the question of interests, the question of faith, this is the origin of all history of creation or destruction. And in Soveland's body, it is unfortunate that all three of them are occupied.

Orr Kane sighed and raised his staff, stopping the fury that was spreading behind him. "Is that what you think of the Chaos Sect? heretics who believe in false gods or demons?......" The old man's voice was a little tired, but unusually firm, "but you can't deny it. The history of the spread of the Chaos Sect in the Sardinia region is even longer than the national history of the Kingdom of Orem, and it has been more than a thousand years since our Lord God sent down the first rays of the gospel on this land......"

"But you are acting treason. Isn't it?" said Tandra, "how many young lives have been lost in the three Sardinia wars, how many families have been torn apart, and how many innocent people have been uprooted from their homes? Is this all you want? The 'freedom' in your mouth is cut on other people's bodies, but it leaves a hideous wound. ”

"Treason, yes, but do you know what we have done for this 'fatherland'?" muttered Orr Kane, "more than two hundred years ago, when the 'oak flag' that still represented the dukedom set off a flood of war and rushed towards the last monarch of the Poturf dynasty, the 'Tyrant Donzirek', the people of Sardinia rushed to the forefront with sticks and grass branches, and gave their first blood for this 'motherland'. ”

"More than a hundred years ago, in the smoke of the Duolun Pass. With their backs to the blood-stained Blade Fortress, the lads from Sardinia, like the young men of the other provinces, confronted the Rokokan with their lives...... Have we ever abandoned a comrade-in-arms? Have we ever lowered our heads to a blade that slashed at the top of our heads?

The old man spoke, slamming his staff to the ground, his voice trembling and muffled. "But what did we get in return? Every time the war ended, the children of Sardinia were immediately repatriated...... We cannot share the glory of the victors, not even the memorial of the dead. We have all been deliberately forgotten! On the 'Holy Spirit Monument' in front of the Blade Fortress, there was an inscription that he sacrificed his life for this land and for this 'motherland'. The names of those sons of Sardinia?! no! none of them...... Is it because we are 'infidels'?......"

Accompanied by the old man's mournful and desolate voice, many of his subordinates standing behind him lowered their heads, hiding their red and swollen circles under their eyes in the darkness. "The history of more than 200 years of war in the Kingdom of Olham is the history of Sadinia's blood and tears...... All we are left with is a life that is getting harder and harder...... says Orr Kane. "While the young people of other provinces enjoy the beauty of life, our young people spend their lives in the dark caves, and we live the most miserable days when we dig up the rarest and most expensive treasures of the whole continent with our fingers dyed deep purple...... Is it because we are 'infidels'?......"

Faced with Orr Kane's question, Tandra and the others were silent, and Kuhl's mouth was wide open, his face full of shock and confusion. Thomas lowered his head, as if he did not dare to meet the old man's gaze. The advantages and disadvantages of being proficient in continental history are equally obvious - he can judge the truth of the other person's words at the first time, and at this time, Orr Kane's account is indeed the truth, and the fact is not known to the public.

"So, we started the Sardinia War, three times...... But you know what? Every time a war is waged, we know very well that it's a war that is almost impossible to win, we know it...... But the Satinia children picked up ridiculous weapons and rushed towards the war machine like a torrent of steel...... Do you know why?" the old man's eyes were bright and sad, but they had the power to point to the heart. "We are not for victory, but for the blood passed down from generation to generation to tell those who have weighed on our heads: The people of Sardinia will always have the right to pursue their faith!

The old man suddenly held his staff and stood up stubbornly, trembling like a fighter against the river of fate. The atmosphere in the camp was quiet, the flames burning on the dry wood made a crisp crackling sound, swept up by the heat, and the tiny sparks were pushed into the night sky.

"Not everyone is like that, there are still people who have been working hard for the people of Sardinia until the last moment of their lives......" Tandra grabbed a handful of sand from the ground, opened his palm lightly, and let the particles and dust drift and fall again, he was paying tribute to his dead brother.

"Yes, that's right, you're talking about the first king Aiden, and Sirian, right?" It seems to be reminded of the scene ten years ago, "Although we lost the Third Sardinia War, I even 'died' under the sword of Cillian...... But for the diligent king. and Cyrian, who drew up the plan for the revival of Sardinia, I always have the sincerest respect. ”

He paused and continued. "It cannot be denied that these ten years have been the most peaceful days in Sardinia, and the lives of the people are much better than ever...... But is this what we've earned? No. Of course not, but met two prime ministers and kings with great souls......"

Soram said, looking up at Shaun and Tandra Sr. "One of you is the commander of the garrison and the other is the chief of the Imperial Guard, although you are soldiers, whether you admit it or not, you are also politicians who stand at the pinnacle of power in the kingdom. He said, "In your case, you can pin the future of hundreds of thousands of people on the sudden appearance of a wise monarch." Or is it a decree full of good intentions?"

Tandra and Old Sean were silent, but the answer had already been given in their hearts. "A wise monarch will grow old one day, and good decrees will always be revoked or changed by various orders...... And what about us?, do we continue to bear it?" Soram shook his head, "Aiden, Cyrian, they are all dead, all the efforts are gone, Sardinia, has become the former Sardinian ......"

Solam's gaze fell on the deep night sky. "Ten years ago on the battlefield, I told Sirian, any faith. If you don't experience the baptism of blood and sword, you will eventually be lost in the long river of time......" He slowly stood up and set his eyes on Tandra and the others, "Sardinia's future cannot depend on the charity of others or the short-term enlightenment...... Previously it couldn't. In the future, we can't ......," he said, turning and walking out, "It's not trust that brings us together, but no choice, for you." The same is true for us...... Good night, gentlemen......" faded into the darkness outside the camp.

Soon, this unpleasant conversation came to an end with Orr Kane and Soram leaving, and everyone's hearts seemed to be filled with thoughts, but everyone chose to remain silent. Soveland, who was sitting in the distance, withdrew his gaze and sighed softly.

"What's wrong?Veran?" Aemond didn't seem to have heard the argument that had just erupted in the camp, as he lay flat and admired the beautiful night sky overhead. Of course, every now and then, a piece of roast rabbit meat is thrown into the mouth......

"No, it'......s nothing," Sovereign shook his head, "Is all the history he said true?" he smiled wryly, "I'm afraid it's true, right?"

Aemond sat up from the felt mat. "What if it's true, what if it's fake? Everyone shouts for justice and rushes to each other, everyone shouts that faith becomes a corpse in a pool of blood......" he yawned, "and history, like a clay puppet in the hands of a child, is arbitrarily changed to what it wants with the will of those in power." ”

He tore another piece of jerky and threw it in his mouth. "Forget these ethereal words, Veran, they will not do you any good, but they will put the heaviest shackles on you. What really matters is, what do you really want?"

Sovereign was stunned, looked at Aemond and asked, "What about you? What do you want?"

"Uh...... Now, gold, beauties, farmland, and wine are all fine......"

"Poof......" Sovereign laughed at the other man's wandering thoughts, "Seriously, you guy!" he said with a smile.

"Okay, okay......" Aemond took a deep breath, as if rummaging through the deepest part of his mind, "I'm not like you, Veran. When I was twelve years old, my father sent me to Blade Fortress, where I grew up and lived for more than a decade. He kept a smile on his face, but it wasn't happy, "I don't see my father until every year or two, and my mother ...... I still don't know who my mother is......"

Sovereign was silent, he only knew a very limited amount of information about Aemond and Uncle Tandra's family affairs, only knew that Uncle Tandra had a son, but he never expected that there was such a secret in it.

"The days of Blade Fortress are not easy, those attacks from the Eastern world almost never disappear in my ears......" Aemond's hands unconsciously clasped together, as if preparing to rush into battle, "To live is the eternal theme of that field of life and death...... Every time, I mean every time, when I climb down the battlefield strewn with corpses, when I slash my weapons into the bodies of my enemies, I cherish everything I have in my life......"

"You know, Veran, I want it very simple, for the sake of the good things I love so much and must defend, I must live, I must ......" Aemond turned his head to look at Soveland, his face was a little blurry in the night, "For your own sake, Veran, you need to find a reason to live in this damn world, anything......" He patted Soveran twice on the shoulder, then got up and walked away.

"My reason?" Sovereign repeated softly, a multitude of cold or warm words in his heart, "To live......" he asked himself, turning his gaze to the few Chaos Sect believers in the distance. "If the price to pay in order to survive is to make a deal with a false god or a demon...... In that case, what should I do?......" His gaze suddenly froze, and his mind went blank.

......

In the early morning, when the morning sun on the horizon had just revealed a soft light from the cracks in the clouds, a neatly armored cavalry team broke through the dew-covered grass and walked out of the mist that had not yet dissipated.

The leading knight raised his arm, and the well-trained team immediately stopped all movements, without even the slightest discordant noise. Orik's bloodshot eyes fixed on the verdant at the front of the group, where the mark would last appear.

Recalling the scene that happened the night before, the chief of the guard was still a little scared in his heart. Had it not been for one of Bemont's men who had followed His Highness on his own initiative, he could hardly have imagined how he and the old butler would have faced the enraged Lord of the City, who had almost smashed everything in the study.

It wasn't long before a thin figure on a war horse approached from a distance, and when he approached the chief of the guard, he whispered a few words, and then pointed in a direction.

Under the guidance of the scout, Olik and his Belén guards soon arrived at the river chosen by Sauveray and the others for camping. But there's nothing more than the smell of fireworks wafting through the air, and the smell of food. Obviously, the other party has left this place early.

Use your iron boots to remove the floating soil that covers the fire, and the ashes hidden below still emit a faint light smoke. Orik frowned and looked across the river. Gradually, with the brighter and brighter morning sun, the white mist floating on the earth receded in a sprinkled light.

Far away, at the end of the line of sight, there seemed to be a rich emerald green peeking out from behind the slightly raised hills. At this time, the magnificent sunlight pierced the morning clouds and flowed on the top of the lush green, looking like a golden sea floating in the air from a distance.

An unobtrusive voice floated out of the mouth of the chief of the guard, a name that was not often mentioned by Orem's subjects: the Moonrise Forest. (To be continued.) )