Nine Hundred and Seventy-Four Can Not Survive

In the dark corridor, two people walked one behind the other. The sound of their footsteps swaying back and forth in the empty corridor sounded like they were hitting a kind of music.

The little girl walking behind was wearing an old light yellow aristocratic dress with some stains on it. Even though she was a little embarrassed, she still maintained the demeanor that a nobleman should have.

She had been taught this since she was a child, and her father asked her to maintain her demeanor no matter what dilemmas she faced.

In this environment, she naturally persisted in the belief that the blood flowing in her body was unique, and even in such a state of desperation, she still held her chin up.

It can be said that she is a beautiful and proud girl. If her father hadn't been treasonous, she might still go in and out of high-end receptions, surrounded by boys, perfect like a white unicorn.

She followed a man in military uniform, and as she stepped forward, she asked nervously, "My father really decided to sacrifice himself and die for me?"

"I think... Maybe it's like this. It's similar to what you think. He is a great father." Opening an iron door, ignoring the guards standing at attention and saluting on both sides, the male officer replied softly.

"He is indeed a good father... Every birthday, no matter how busy he is, he will come back to accompany me..." The girl seemed to be remembering something, and said to the male officer.

When the male officer opened the door of her room, she was ready to face reality for a second.

She thought that the other party was here to enjoy her body. For a woman like her who is wearing a sinful body, it must be more dignified to fall into the hands of an officer than to fall directly into the hands of a group of big soldiers.

She even fantasized about how to please the officer in front of her who looked pretty good and let him keep her by her side.

At least, this man has good looks and is not too old. Even if he is a concubine for the other party, the result is not too bad.

But who would have thought that the other party didn't come to trouble her, but just took her to see the father who had troubled the whole family...

"He's really busy...have you read his file?" The officer asked the woman behind him sarcastically without looking back.

In his opinion, being loyal to His Majesty meant dedicating his entire life to the outstanding soldiers of the empire, and a woman implicated in treason had no right to defile his body.

so,

Even if he sensed some small thoughts from women, he didn't have any wrong thoughts at all. His other half should be a perfect woman who is upright, gentle and virtuous, and also willing to dedicate her life to her motherland.

"What file?" Hearing the officer's question, the little girl walking behind was obviously taken aback.

The officer did not hide anything, and replied with a sneer: "In order to annex the land, he killed 31 farmers; he colluded with the local city guards, and after becoming a citizen of the Alan Hill Empire, he also bribed the local police and bribed the ruling party. official……"

"He never told me these things..." The girl heard what the other party meant, and knew what her crime meant in this country.

If it was placed in other empires, those empires in the past, even if it was treason, even if she was sold to other places, with her beauty, she could barely survive.

If you are willing to give up your reputation, betray and redeem your husband, and seduce the local minor nobles, you can probably live a good life.

But in the Alan Hill Empire, in this country where almost all the people love their emperor infinitely and love their motherland, a woman who committed treason may have no more dignity than a prostitute.

This is the cruel reality, and this is the ethos of the entire empire. Even if it is sold at a low price, most farmers with a little bit of skill will not consider marrying her as a wife.

Those more humble refugees or poor settlers may not be willing to find a stupid woman like her who can't even do a job.

With her figure, she doesn't meet the aesthetics of country people at all. Can't carry shoulders, can't carry hands, can't mend, and it's hard to give birth... That beautiful face that needs countless money to maintain and care, can only be fresh for two days at most in front of those dirty hard workers.

Think about it, if she is really reduced to living with those pariahs, she might as well serve them happily. At least, those who are heard are still willing to give tips...

The officer walking in front didn't know that in just one second, the thoughts of the woman behind her had flown as far away as a spaceship.

He just thinks this kind of silly woman who lives in her own world and knows nothing is really ridiculous.

So he said flatly: "Yes, I know, but every piece of clothing on your body is covered with the blood of those peasants."

The woman also had resentment, and she burst out as she walked: "Is this why you arrested my mother and me, and then sent us to the Demon Realm?"

In fact, she was also very wronged. Which of the men in the past at the reception did not surround her like flies, swaying in front of her eyes, showing her their own advantages, trying to make her smile?

What now? Just such an officer, whom she didn't even know her official rank, dared to show her face. She really wanted to stop him, and asked carefully: Are you blind? Isn't my aunt pretty? What is your attitude?

"Almost." The male officer continued to play his role as the straight man of steel, without giving him any face.

According to his thinking, a simple summary is: I rely on my strength alone, what can you do to me?

This is typical: I like you, what do you say; I don't like you, what do you say you are? These two people are not on the same channel at all, so it is not a problem-solving idea at all...

"Then, why did you change your mind now, because my father agreed to some strange conditions?" The girl finally brought the topic back to the male officer's interest.

Ever since, the conversation entered into the rhythm that the male officer hoped for. He nodded, and replied bluntly: "Yes, it's about the same as you thought. Originally, your father was going to die, but he was willing to try a challenge that would make life worse than death... So, he paid more, and you will be reborn."

"You want to take me to see him now?" For some reason, the girl felt a little uneasy, but also full of hope.

"You are a smart girl... The most worthwhile thing your father has done in his life may be to protect you with everything he has." This time, the male officer felt that the woman behind him was smarter than he imagined It's a little bit stronger.

"Someone told you, are you actually cruel?" The girl, who was depressed all the way, finally found an entry point at this time, and began to sneer.

"Yes, and you won't be the last person to say that." The officer lowered his eyes and replied seriously.

He knew what he was doing, and he also knew that this might be infringing on the gods of this world... This was a kind of blasphemy, and it was also a kind of greed that coveted the power of the gods.

This time it was the girl's turn not to understand, and she asked suspiciously, "Since you all know everything, why do you want to do such a cruel thing?"

The officer raised his eyes, his eyes full of determination this time: "For mankind...for the future of mankind, for the progress of mankind, in short, it is a great reason that you can't think of."

"Aren't you afraid of going to hell?" The girl sneered, feeling that the other party was looking for reasons for herself to cover up the crime she had committed.

The man did not pay back to the woman behind him, but continued to say as he walked forward: "If we succeed, even if our souls fall into hell, we will be happy... This is our belief, this is what we use our lives to do." Something to chase!"

The girl finally couldn't bear it anymore, and muttered bitterly: "I hope you will not succeed."

The officer heard this sentence, but he didn't continue to defend himself, and pushed open the last iron door in front of him: "Our success and failure...can't be determined by your prayers."

When the iron door was pushed open, the girl saw a puppet sitting in a wheelchair, whose whole head was a huge magic spar.

The puppet had no eyes or nose, but through the thick glass, she still felt that the terrifying humanoid monster was looking at her.

It gave her the feeling that it was a beast that had been hungry for a long time, staring at a weak prey.

She took a slight step back, and at the top of the room, from the speakers hanging on, a strange, hoarse voice with a weird tone came from: "Daughter... my child... I finally... once again... ...see you!"

"You, who are you..." The girl retreated to the door, heard the call, and subconsciously stopped, covering her mouth and staring at the terrifying puppet covered in wires inside the glass window.

"I am...your father..." The puppet seemed to want to stretch out his arm, but when he did this, he failed.

Then, from those speakers at the top of the room, other voices came. That was the voice of other technicians, and the tone was full of tension and despair.

"Sync rate is slowing! It's going too fast!"

"There is a surge of energy...Damn it! Find a way!"

"The pain may have crossed the threshold...Damn it! He's dying!"

Amidst a series of noisy voices, the god puppet who raised his palm but couldn't stretch out his arms, a whole piece of crystal on his head began to crack and shatter, and some small pieces kept falling.

He seemed to be smiling at the girl on the other side of the glass window, and then whispered in his hoarse, mechanical voice: "It's nice to see you again..."