The annual storm in the Soradin Heights, like your always punctual lover, creeps in again.

On this night, there was a violent storm outside, and the sound of the wind was still audible even through the heavy wooden and stone walls, and many parts of the inn were leaking from many places, and because of the disrepair, there were several cracks in the outer parts of the walls, and the inner walls even seeped water because of the continuous heavy rain.

The owner of the inn placed several wooden barrels underneath to hold water, and the dripping water droplets fell little by little, and the horses began to be a little restless because of the wind and rain outside, although they were temporarily reinforced, but the state was still not optimistic.

The wind and rain reached its peak at about eight o'clock in the evening, and the raindrops hitting the walls sounded like the roar of war drums, and the restlessness of the horses became more and more obvious, and Mira worried about the safety of her warhorse, but at the same time fell into a slightly lower mood because of some events today.

'When did you start getting used to someone dying?'

Once she started thinking about this question, it was like a spring that could not be stopped, piling up a large number of negative emotions and filling every corner of her mind.

Standing behind Mira at the funerals of the fallen soldiers at the time of the defeat of Vawasika by Padrosi, Mira had heard Edward ask Henry if he could get used to grief after the partings, to which the sage replied, "Never." ”

Mira seemed to have overcome the past, and she quickly put the negative feelings behind her when Ferry died, but it's not always so easy to forget someone who has walked into their own life.

A medium-sized village common on the West Coast is usually numbered in the hundreds, and given the years of war and banditry, it is normal for a person to do business, as well as travelers and mercenaries. The number of people I meet every day is probably about dozens to hundreds.

-- The vast majority of these are complete strangers, people who do not have any intersection, and people usually have a wait-and-see attitude towards such strangers, similar to parallel lines that do not intersect with each other.

Don't care about each other's lives, don't care about each other's surnames. In this way, they live their lives with each other without interfering with each other.

Turning a blind eye, hearing but not hearing. Although they know that the other party is their own kind, but it only stays at this level, no one can remember the appearance of every passerby, they all look similar, and everyone lives like this.

But for those who intersect with our lives one day because of something, because of a single contact. Thus having a connection with others. The voices and smiles of these people will inevitably be deeply reflected in your heart, and even after you become familiar with something, you will often think of everything about that person.

Unlike strangers, people who have had real contact with each other, even if they have been together for a short time, have already entered your life.

How could such a person be able to forget about it when he turned around and left.

How could such a parting be. After going through it a few times, you can get used to it.

I just bury the sadness in my heart. Because of the pressure of life, I have to continue to work hard to move forward and regain the right, sunny and positive attitude, which is indeed the right thing to do, but isn't this kind of thing just a lie?

What is lost will not and cannot be taken back, then just accept such things. Is it okay to just turn a blind eye?

What should I do?

At noon, when the heavy rain began to pour, the mercenaries who cleaned up the inside put the bodies of their companions aside to be buried, and the dead bodies of the thieves were directly pulled out and thrown to the side of the road.

She was only twelve years old. And maintain that precious kindness in this chaotic world, but it is precisely because of this that Mira is not suitable to become her current profession.

Henry may have known all this, but he was not going to speak, for it was the path the girl had chosen for herself, so he was only dutifully teaching her how to go on right, and it was up to her to decide whether or not to continue.

When did I get used to the death of others?—was it the day I died? No, was it the time I killed someone with my own hands earlier? No, I was prepared for this from the day my parents went out to try to sell the minerals they had obtained from the mountains, but never came back.

-- People die.

This concept engraved in her mind when she was young may be traced back to the origin of everything.

So why take up such a profession. Such a profession that deals with death.

It is to gain power, to be able to control one's own destiny and no longer follow the crowd to look at other people's colors.

yes, gain power, use the sword to control your own destiny -

- No kidding!!! How can such a thing bring happiness, isn't it impossible to get nothing but death and blood!

No matter how many words you use to whitewash, no matter how much honor and justice you use to justify your actions, everything you learn is the art of killing!

No matter how many lofty ideals are attached, no matter how many good wishes are attached, battle is battle, it is barbaric and cruel, bloody and disgusting, where is there glory and justice on the battlefield, look at the mess inside this whole field, see it clearly!

What is the difference between the lives of those who have fallen to the ground and their own lives by staring at the bandits who are staring at this side, and the blood that flows all over the ground mixed with food and filth, and is casually discarded outside to be beaten by the wind and rain?

These hands will also be stained with blood in the future.

Or will he be one of those who have fallen to the ground?

I do not know......

I don't want to die......

Mira, pale-faced, sat alone on the edge of the stairs. The question that had existed in Henry's mind at the time of the first encounter was now asked by herself again and again.

"This untimely innocence and kindness. Will you be able to keep it up after your hands are covered with blood?"

"When you are used to the loss of other people's lives and even the time to take the lives of others with your own hands, are you still the same self?"

The voice of "...... Mira" came from Amonica, and the people in the store had been cleaning up the scene and scrubbing the blood for the time since the afternoon. And Mira sat in the corner of the stairs, silent.

"......" She still didn't speak, just stared blankly at the ground in front of her.

"......" Amonica patted her shorts. Then he sat down as well, just sitting next to her, quietly accompanying the white-haired girl.

The minutes ticked by, and everyone but them were busy.

The rain was dripping, the wind was shrill and howling, and after another hour or so, Amonica, who was used to going to bed early, began to feel a little drowsy.

"Amonica...... But Mira, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke softly, and the blonde girl immediately cheered up and turned her head to look at her happily. Mira didn't look this way, she spoke slowly, and the words that came out made Amonica stunned.

"Are we good or bad......

"Get paid, and then kill people for this, although the targets of the fight are all bandits and the like, but people also have families......

"If you came out to do this for the sake of your family's livelihood, but you were killed by a mercenary. For their families, we should be the bad guys......"

"Do something like this. What's the point......

"It's said to be for survival, but if you don't take the lives of other people, there's no way to live. ”

"Do people have to kill other people to live? Mira turned her head to look at her, tears in the corners of her eyes.

"......" Amonica fell silent, the question might be a bit difficult for her to answer, and Mira knew in her heart that maybe asking Henry would get a better answer. But for some reason she didn't want to talk to the sage at this moment—although she knew it wasn't his fault, Mira instinctively didn't want to think of Henry, who had led her down the path she was on.

So in this case, in her opinion, the only person who can answer herself is Amonica, who has not experienced any battles.

"I'm sorry. That's a hard question to answer—" "I think...... It's better not to think so much. Amonica tilted her head and said, "It's a great thing to be alive." ”

"It's true that those people, maybe they have their own lives, they love their families, and maybe they shouldn't die like this here. Amonica took Mira's hand, perhaps because of her constitution, her fingertips were still quite cold even in the height of summer, but the girl felt the same warmth as when Henry held her hand that day.

"But it's a great thing to be alive, Mira, and maybe you think it's a bad thing to do to take someone's life like this. But for me...... You saved me. The blonde girl grabbed her hand and pressed it to her chest, and said, "The reason why this heart is still beating is because you protected me." ”

"Life cannot be divided equally, and there is no such thing as saving a person can be compared to killing a person. Amonica shook her head, "But I don't want you to blame yourself all the time for something like this. ”

"Because your actions don't just bring sad results, there are always good and bad things, don't let the simple guilt consume you, there will be people, there will be people who will survive because of your actions. ”

"Although the lives that have been saved cannot offset the lives lost, I think this gratitude is also a very precious thing. Amonica didn't know much about the rhetorical ways of the Sivalier or Arvenella nobles, she couldn't say anything flowery, or even a little wrong in the way she worded, but her simple and sincere words went straight to the girl's heart.

"I don't like the fact that those people throw the bodies of dead enemies out......"

"After all, it is not easy to survive in this world, so we must cherish it more. For the dead, we must also have more respect. ”

"But don't do this to yourself, you have your own choice. You can try to protect, try to save more lives, try to go, and don't get into this situation again. Isn't it?" the blonde girl tilted her head again, then smiled.

"Life and life are inherently a complex thing, and although it is not good to just blindly feel that you are a good person, it is also wrong to blame yourself one-sidedly. ”

"Try to remember those who have passed away. Amonica pressed her other hand to her chest: "No matter what kind of people they were, they were all a life." If there is an intersection for various reasons, then as the surviving party, you must carry the weight of the deceased. ”

"No one is born as their own person, and it is because we meet so many people, and the thoughts and emotions of others affect us little by little, that we become a better version of ourselves. ”

"So whether it's a good person or a bad person, these people we meet are memories that we can't forget for a lifetime. ”

"Just don't forget about them. Whether it's the person who died as you witnessed, or the person you killed with your own hands. Don't get caught up in self-blame. But don't forget about them. ”

"That way, I think that's enough. Amonica nodded. Mira stared at her blankly, and after a while, as if she had finally come to her senses, she spoke, "...... Amonica, is she actually a great person? ”

"Poof, what's that~" The white-haired Luo'an girl's words were exchanged for a burst of laughter from the blonde girl. Henry, who was teaching Joshua somewhere in the hall on the first floor, turned his head to look this way, the fire flickering, and the sage sighed softly.

"That sigh of yours sounds like a daughter has a sweetheart's father, with a little bit of loneliness. Joshua said with a smile. Even though he knew he couldn't see it, Henry rolled his eyes and shrugged his shoulders.

The raging wind and rain are swaying wantonly.

The trees and bamboos on the side of the road were blown and shook wildly, and the leaves and branches flew everywhere, and the fence in front of the inn was lifted by the wind, and it slammed into the doorway, making a loud noise that startled everyone inside.

The restless restlessness of the horses was later drowned out by the sound of more violent wind and rain, and the sound of foreign objects being swept up by the wind and striking on the outer wall of the inn continued to sound, like the war drums that the legions on the east coast often beat when fighting, and kept those who had not experienced it awake at night.

The power of the storm can be seen even in a hotel.

The sound of the wind came from the cracks in the corners of the wooden windows, and even with an extra layer of external protection, the rain still seeped and flowed through the corners of the wall on the side of the window.

Mira ran to sleep with Amonica, apparently more terrified of the weather than the blonde girl from the locals.

Henry and Joshua studied late, and there was a local specialty called bamboo leaf tea in Corry Conrad, and our sage who liked spruce tea in Avenella asked for a lot from the innkeeper, boiled it, poured it into a kettle made of bamboo, and brought it to the room to taste while talking.

The candle flickered slightly, the completely closed wooden window did not let in the slightest light, and the overnight rainstorm made the temperature comfortable and pleasant, and the two women in the bed quickly fell asleep, Joshua put down the pen, and then stretched.

"It's late, let's rest. The red-haired swordsman said this with a smile, and Henry said "um" before walking back with a candle.

"Whew-" he blew it out.

......

Time passed, the storm came and went as fast as it came, and the howling wind and the rain made the periphery a mess, but fortunately, even if Mira was worried, the stables that had been strengthened with a layer of thick planks were not too much of a problem.

Although the thatch on the top was almost all gone, the horse grass was brought to the house in advance, so even if the roof was lost, it would not be too much trouble.

"Wow-" Completely shattered and flew to the fence in all directions, and the large trees that fell in many places nearby, all of which shocked Mira, who had never witnessed all this.

"Therefore, the power of human beings is really much smaller and smaller than that of nature. Henry, who was on the side, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Although the destruction may seem great, the speed of rebuilding will be very fast after that, and the fallen trees will make way for the new saplings and bamboos to give up soil and sunlight, and after that, something new will be born." ”

"This is the cycle of living things themselves, because of the death of one individual, the survival of others. Henry, who spoke deeply, seemed to be talking about the current matter, and seemed to be talking to Mira, no matter what, the white-haired Luoan girl looked at each other deeply, and then nodded again, closed her eyes and took a deep breath, and when she opened it again, she was completely confused.

The storm has passed, and there is not much to mention in the days that followed. Except for the mercenary group's squad leader Memphis trying to recruit a few people, he just helped rebuild the surrounding things on weekdays.

No one knew when the next storm would come, but the innkeeper had temporarily received the reinforcement planks inside.

After the week came to an end, and after receiving a half-price supply of gratitude, the group of four set out on a journey to the East again. (To be continued.) )

PS: From the recommendation, I immediately dropped all kinds of ah...... It's really sad enough