574

In the evening, Ms. D finished dinner, said goodbye to her collaborator, left the mansion surrounded by maids, and drove to the hotel where she had booked to stay tonight.

At the beginning, she was a great nobleman of Intis on the northern continent and established a cooperative relationship with some local institutions, but now that the city has begun to fall to the Byron Empire, it is naturally impossible to live in a mansion in a grand manner. Although she is also a member of the Aurora Society, under the watchful eyes of many people who know her aristocratic status, not avoiding danger a little will still cause trouble for the partner she works with.

She'd secured the best suite in the hotel through connections—about the upper middle of the North Continent, after all, the price was there, just £1 a night.

In an ordinary room, there are often only moldy bedding, thatched pillows and mattresses, and old and broken furniture.

After settling the carriage and horses, and waiting for some time in the lobby of the hotel, Ms. D was slightly inspired to see two figures slowly approaching the end of the dimly lit street.

“…… Mr. X. ”

Ms. D stood up and hesitantly called out the other party's title: "Sorry, you don't look good." ”

It's not just bad, it's really bad to look at!

The man who appeared in front of him now with a haggard, dull expression, and strange stains on the corners of his clothes was very different from the appearance of Mr. X in his memory. What's more, there is also a secret puppet Enzo who is obviously from the Northern Continent by his side, which causes this "Secret Puppet Master" to now seem to have really become a Southern Continent retinue of a Northern Continent!

“……”

Mr. X did not answer.

Ms. D stopped talking and remained silent until the other party walked up to her.

The secret puppet stood expressionless, and her companion looked up, and she saw a pair of blank, painful eyes.

Thinking that this companion seemed to be coming to the Southern Continent for the first time, Ms. D understood a little, and her mind was a little clearer about the image of Mr. X—he had an unexpectedly high moral level and empathy ability, and perhaps he lived a better life in the Northern Continent, and he should be middle-class, and he was less exposed to this kind of things—but she still did not speak. Led Klein to the front desk and handed him the key to the other room.

"You need to be quiet and get a good night's sleep."

Quite empathetically, she asked, "Or do you need a confessional room to do some emotionally regulated prayers?" ”

Oh, then again—the two of them, the aurora envoys of the famous Aurora Society, had never prayed a single "praise to the Lord" after seeing each other for so long. Could it be that Mr. X actually has other beliefs, or is he an unbeliever like himself?

Hearing this, Crane's eyes rolled.

I might need a psychiatrist...... He thought, and then thought of the simple psychotherapy that had happened on the Source Fort after returning from the misty town.

Miss Justice's psychotherapy techniques are still very naïve, but they are not completely ineffective.

But...... If Miss "Justice" hears and sees this, will she become more in need of a psychiatrist than I am? Even if she could cure me, how could I tell what I was seeing...... Klein couldn't help but snort. He couldn't help but think of the charity party he had held before coming to the Southern Continent, in which he used Daisy as the prototype to tell the story of a poor girl who worked hard day and night, hoping to study.

In doing so, he raised 100,000 gold pounds in just one night, successfully established a charitable foundation, and made Miss Audrey "Justice" one of its trustees.

But within forty-eight hours of coming to the Southern Continent, Klein's little pride that belonged to the rich and the charity workers was completely shattered.

The people here need more help, but how much money will be raised for them even if Dawn Dantès comes out again?

Would the nobles who had given generously, even if it was just for their own fame, really be willing to donate to this barbaric, backward, bloody, cruel and pitiful land?

“…… I've been active in slum-populated areas, in the chaotic southern continent, so I've seen a lot of things. ”

"There is a little girl who, since she was 6 years old, has been helping her mother make matchboxes. If they didn't, the family wouldn't even have the money to buy brown bread after paying the rent. The kind of black bread they eat, with a lot of wheat bran, and the occasional bite of gravel and stones, is hard enough to be used as a stick to attack others......"

"When this little girl grows up, although she is tired every day, although the family does not have extra money, she still yearns for the night school organized by the church, hoping to learn words and master knowledge, because she knows that only in this way can she not continue her current life, can she not go hungry, can she wear clothes that can really withstand the cold, can she not go to the factory with bad conditions, and die in her twenties......"

Daisy's family was ruined in the smog, and the little allowance she received was only enough for a girl about Melissa's age to barely survive near the East End of Beckland. The story of being overshadowed by Crane several times lost the suffocating despair of her prototype, but it still brought tears to the eyes of the nobles present at the time, which was probably the minimum they could accept.

- I think that eating black bread and having no money to go to school is the worst kind of poor person.

And MP Makht was also hit hard in an attack, although he was not injured. - because the attacker's factory was encroached on by the "anthracite" they promoted, and his family was ruined, and he raised his gun in despair after no longer worrying.

These are probably the limits of what they can understand about the "bottom" and "sad" world.

Suffering is not hierarchical, but it can manifest itself in the person. The bare minimum of life they can imagine is already the dream of those groups who have been completely silent and completely ignored.

As for selling one's body and picking up garbage for food......

Not to mention the aristocracy, even Klein himself did not dare to think about it many times, but only remained in his heart as a vague impression, always ringing as a wake-up call. Because if you stay in that dark and desperate world for a long time, you will be devoured.

This is the limitation of the times, this is the limitation of morality.

Even in the old days, there were wars, famines, starvations, and those on high.

- But how long has such a world been going on? A thousand years? Two thousand years?

“…… I need to be quiet, rest, and get a good night's sleep. ”

After a few seconds of silence, Crane spoke, his voice hoarse and low beyond imagination.

The words of Azik Eggers once lingered in his ears:

"Klein, is there a moment in this world so far that you want to stay?"

Have it?

Maybe there was, when he saw Benson and Melissa's smiles — but then he died.

Now that Benson and Melissa have received his £6,000 pension, Benson has been admitted to the government and Melissa is going to university.

As long as their lives went on like this, they would be able to emerge from the shadow of their brother's death, without the involvement of an extraordinary person who would cause countless potential troubles due to the law of extraordinary aggregation.

Delicious food, interesting people - he had both things in the old days, and there were many more of them than he does now. He's only been here for a year, and he hasn't forgotten the names of his favorite Malatang, braised chicken, and barbecue restaurants, and what are the names of his classmates and colleagues with whom he still has good relationships—what else is there in this era itself that is worth him to stay?

What he has established in this world is often friendships based on the premise of interests, and it didn't take long for Klein Moretti to have this face, how dare he confidently say that those who know his other identities must be his friends?

Maybe there is......

But looking around at his memories all along, Crane actually fell into hesitation.

He had to ask himself.

If the true Creator wants Him to protect such a world, He wants to do it. And what else can he do if he can't turn a blind eye to all this.

"Okay, I wish you a good night's sleep tonight."

Ms. D smiled and said:

"Mr. X, I am also a priest, if you need a confession, you can come to me."

Crane didn't look at her, but nodded.

"Thank you."

They quietly walked upstairs side by side and into different rooms.

The wooden door slammed shut, cutting off the inside and out.

575

In the wee hours of the morning, in a wooded area on the outskirts of Behrens.

A small group of cavalry took advantage of the darkness of the night to rush to the destination, they were silent, carrying out an important mission.

"Stop"

The blonde major general led by Konstantin Levitt, suddenly reined in his horse, motioned to his subordinates to stop, and then looked at the scouts in the ranks, making several gestures in succession.

"Go to the front to reconnoitre, and if you find traces of the enemy, report as soon as possible"

The scout received the signal, immediately turned over and dismounted, silently scurrying into the woods under the red moon, and disappeared into the dark shadows.

The temperature difference between day and night in the southern continent is only about ten degrees, and the night is not sultry, but somewhat comfortable.

When the cavalry immediately waited, there was a faint chirping of insects in the woods again, as if small animals were constantly running under the horses' hooves, making a rustling sound, disturbing the horses to and fro.

After a few minutes or so, as the red moon came to the skies, the scout hurried back.

"Enemy figures appear ahead"

"Two teams are transporting food, and one is transporting the wounded"

Wounded?

Didn't you just say that it was just an attack on the team that was transporting supplies? Why are there wounded? Konstantin had an instinctive repulsion to attack the weak, which came from his education and the idea of protecting the weak. His brow furrowed as he looked at his lieutenant, who shook his head.

Miscalculation, perhaps...... At present, his personal likes and dislikes are not allowed to delay the military situation, and he forcibly endures the discomfort in his heart and looks at the scout again.

The scout understood, and gestured again and again:

"The three teams are basically ordinary people, and there are about ten extraordinary people in total."

As expected, the number of extraordinary people is small.

The more the Immortal of the Death Path is promoted, the more like the Dead, the need for food will be greatly reduced. At the same time, the aura of the underworld on their bodies and the subconscious instinct to kill the living will also have an effect on the wounded and food, hastening death.

If you go through the gates of the underworld, you won't be able to eat it at all.

The adjutant looked at Konstantin and communicated with a gesture:

"Attack from the squad that transports the wounded"

Konstantin frowned, he glanced at his cavalry squad, which was more than twenty people, and expressed his objection to the adjutant:

"It is impossible for the wounded to return to the battlefield anytime soon, our goal is to burn the grain and grass"

Without waiting for the adjutant to gesture again, he turned his head directly and waved to the squad behind him: "Forward"

……

At the same time, the camp of the Red of War.

"It's an ultimatum today, right?" Trainor landed a disc on the Trier chess board.

"That's right. It was supposed to be time to negotiate peace after dawn, but we ignored them. ”

Tony Towne followed with a move of the chess pieces, and said with some excitement and some mockery: "You really have a hand at sowing discord, and now the web of relations between the countries of the Northern Continent is as complex as a spider's web. But to be honest, I don't understand, they are already gods, and they don't need to change paths, is it really necessary to have such mortal enmity between adjacent paths? ”

"If it's the Grim Reaper, I can understand it, after all, they have grabbed the territory of the Grim Reaper, but why should the three gods be so stiff? Rune is just that, the Vorsack Empire obviously has no colonies, why is it hostile to death? ”

"You ask me, and I don't know."

The changes in the international situation caused by the return of a new god, or the old god, have caused a lot of thinking among strategists, and have also exposed some social problems. Treyna had similar questions, but his greatest strength was not thinking about things that had nothing to do with him:

"Do you think someone from the grain delivery team will report the news?"

"Yes."

Tang En said firmly: "The granary is inexplicably missing a batch, and there are people who anonymously report and witness the trading site. I told less than ten people about the delivery team this time, and the traitor didn't take the bait, and I had his surname. ”

Trainor's eyelids didn't lift, and he even yawned, looking very concerned about not being able to sleep tonight:

"You're right. Anyway, I don't want to care about this, you still owe me a personal favor - I will help you make up for your expenses during this time, 300,000 to 500,000 yuan, this time Behrens can't take it, I will hang you on the flagpole to show the public. ”

Tang En didn't care at all: "Fight to feed war." ”

Trainor stared at the game for a few seconds, and in order to end it as soon as possible, he made three wrong moves in a row and handed over the victory to others.

Don complained a few boring words, so he had to start cleaning up the chessboard. At this moment, a dexterous figure sprang out from Trainor's feet and jumped directly onto the chessboard.

"The grain convoy has been attacked."

"It was the Levitt who led the team, and they got into a fight with the food team and the wounded," Riel said. ”

Trenor looked at the cat, then at the time, took out the ten-pound bill from his pocket, and clipped it in his hand: "I thought they would at least wait until they got out of this field before they did it, but one was more anxious than the other." ”

"But how did I not know that there were still wounded?"

Tang En stretched out his hand and grabbed the banknote, and said with a smile: "Those lightly wounded were transferred from the rear, and we are going to fight on our side, and we don't expect them to go to the front line and give them some military merits." ”

"This trip would have been safe, and they were capable of fighting! But if no one reports it, how can they be attacked? ”

Donn stood up, kicked away his chair, and stretched out his hand:

"They're probably about to find out that the only thing thatch is the grain and grass, and you can help me find out who leaked the news - let me see what the Rune army is capable of, and give me the link to the heart."

An army doesn't need two leaders, Trainor has been waiting for this sentence for a long time, and when he heard this, he immediately and refreshed himself to temporarily withdraw from the "War Red" psychic link: "You go, I'm sleepy, I'll sleep, don't call me before I am killed." ”

"What a disappointment! How can you see others fighting like this? ”

Don strode out of the tent, the scorching heat of the flames and the smell of the distant sea in the night wind.

There was silence in the city, as if it were asleep in the middle of the night. But with a snap of the Bishop's fingers, all the torches that had been prepared were lit at the same time. The firelight illuminated countless faces standing in the darkness, none of them asleep, all waiting for tonight's assault. The well-trained "Red of War" did not speak, but quietly raised his head and looked at the leader standing on a high place.

"Array!"

Without the need for heralds and signals, Psychic Link conveys the commander's orders to every member of the Red of War at the same time.

From above, the station seemed to be covered with dense ants, and as these ants crawled, the plain gradually lit up, and the raging flames dragged several feet against the wind, dyeing the whole plain fiery red.

Countless fires flickered, and the huge giant siege equipment in the distance slowly advanced, and the airship took advantage of the night to rise into the night sky.

Fighting with Rune's "arbiters" is, of course, indispensable to weapons on the side of reality.

"Prince Grove? History doesn't record how many battles he fought and how many wars he won......"

Donn leapt from his height and walked towards his mount, which was ready. They shared a common vision and a connected heart, and through the eyes of the leader, everyone could clearly see the closed wall dozens of miles away.

"Whether it's a noble general, or a prince, don't let me down too much."

He slowly raised the long sword in his hand.

Knock knock! Knock knock!

Countless chaotic heartbeats appeared in the ears of "War Red", like a chaotic tide.

The cavalrymen turned on their horses and clenched their weapons, and the soldiers tapped their fingers on their armor and listened to the sound in their ears:

Boom! Boom!

A powerful voice disrupted the rhythm of their breathing and heartbeat, and everyone involuntarily began to adjust their state again.

Boom! Boom!

Gradually, the heartbeat of the whole army merged into one low, terrible sound, and the soldiers looked at the commander at the front, at the city-state in the distance, and they struck the earth with their weapons, and the ground shook slowly from the blow.

When this heartbeat became the only sound in everyone's ears, the flag bearer raised the banner and shook it vigorously, and the cross flag with the red of blood as the base was volleyed into the air!

TBC

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It's really troublesome to write about hunters fighting wars.

…… How does it feel like a crusader!