Chapter 705 Long Time No See

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Bud Wendell didn't know where he was being taken - but it wasn't because he was blindfolded or transferred in a coma, in fact the soldiers and officers in charge of escorting didn't stop him from looking around, He didn't know his position and destination, simply because everything he saw on the road was beyond his cognition and imagination.

A city so prosperous and well-organized, a city with such a special and vibrant style, he once thought that the rock city near the plains of the Holy Spirit was already an astounding big city, but now he realized why the warden kept It is said that Panshicheng is only a rapidly developing frontier market, and the real prosperity of the southern border is still further south——

Cecil City, the city of miracles at the foot of the Dark Mountains, no wonder the arcanist who lived with him suggested that he must come here to see if he had a chance.

It is hard for Bud to imagine how a pioneering field that was just a barren land four years ago has developed into this-perhaps from the historical heritage and complex classical buildings (such buildings tend to take longer to build, and the older they are. Judging from the number of such buildings in the city, the city is still too young, but its prosperity and vitality are only seen in the life of the former General Typhon.

He recalled the southern border when he had hurriedly evacuated due to a failed mission - this was not the case at that time.

The mechanical vehicles driven by magic power smoothly drive through the wide and tidy roads. From time to time on both sides of the road, you can see crystals floating in the air to supply energy for urban facilities, as well as holographic projections flashing at intersections, squares, etc., and the content in the holographic projections changes all the time. , the news and scenery from far-flung areas are close at hand, and the spirited pedestrians greet each other on the road, showing no signs of malaise and embarrassment because the weather is getting colder.

The fully-armed escort soldier sat next to him, but just monitoring Bud's movements did not stop this special "extraordinary criminal" from looking all the way. When he was approaching the city center, he heard that the prisoner he was escorting suddenly suddenly He opened his mouth to break the silence: "...I heard that during the Holy Spirit Plains War, this city turned the steel that took the entire kingdom a year to consume into weapons and sent it to the front line in a month..."

The soldier glanced at Bud, and although he didn't know why the prisoner suddenly mentioned this, he nodded proudly: "Yes, but this is only the part mentioned in the newspaper - in fact, the battlefield in the Holy Spirit Plain continued. It's been more than a month, and it's not just steel that has been transformed by the factory."

"...Yes, there is still such a way..."

The prisoner let out a vague sigh of inexplicable content, and then fell silent again, continuing to stare at the scenery outside the window without speaking.

The soldier shook his head—he was indeed an inexplicable fellow.

The vehicle drove across the avenue, passed through Pioneer Square, and was finally guided to a large building by another group of soldiers.

Bud got out of the car silently and obediently.

After he was suddenly brought out of prison and boarded a strange armored magical vehicle escorted by soldiers, he vaguely realized who wanted to see him, and he had no resistance to this fate. idea.

The soldiers were rigorous and conscientious. Although Bud showed the highest cooperation throughout the process, these soldiers meticulously carried out the handover and escort process, and introduced Bud into the building. As the former General Typhon and a member of the cult, Bud also I secretly figured out the whole process in my heart, and I came to the conclusion that even if I had the heart to run away, I am afraid I would not be able to run out of 100 meters alive——

Every soldier here has a magical reaction. The magical props that once blew themselves up are their most basic equipment, not to mention that there may be countless magical organs and monitoring devices hidden here, like When he burned a newspaper in the bar, he attracted a whole team of security personnel. In this seemingly very important facility, there will only be more similar monitoring devices.

Obviously these soldiers are just ordinary people.

Bud lowered his head and walked forward under the leadership of the escorting soldiers.

But more than 90 percent of the people in this world... are ordinary people.

The soldier stopped in front of a door, nodded to the squire guarding the door, and then pushed Bud's shoulder forward: "After entering, be respectful - good luck."

In the room, Gawain saw a long-lost face appearing in front of him—even though he only met a few years ago, in the strengthened memory, the old face of this face was still very clear.

Compared with a few years ago, this face is obviously a lot more decadent, the beard and hair are neglected, and the eyes are no longer proud and confident, whether it is the vicious atmosphere of a cult, or the wolf general of the past. The sharp edge seems to have disappeared.

But when Bud walked to the center of the room and met Gawain's gaze, those decadent eyes still changed a little.

His eyes regained some vigour, and then he tried to stand up straight, straightened his gray-white prison uniform, and bowed slightly: "Salute to you, Your Majesty Gawain Cecil."

His attitude was like a captured general facing another country's monarch.

It's ironic - he thought - many years ago, when he gave up his glory so decisively and chose to devote himself to a magnificent but dark cause, but today, many years later, at the height of his desperation, he has Instead, he stood up straight.

"We met again, Mr. Bud Wendell," Gawain looked at the other party calmly, neither swearing or sneering at once, "the priest of the Society for the End of All Things, the wolf general who defected from the Typhon Empire... ...I really didn't expect you to be right under my nose these days."

General Wolf... Hearing this title that he had once abandoned, there was only peace in Bud's eyes. He glanced at Gawain: "It seems that you have investigated me a lot."

"It's just that I happen to have some channels," Gao Wen smiled, "When I first heard that there was a strange prisoner who was eating and drinking in the prison of Rock City and couldn't be chased away, I really didn't expect that. It's you... Until I saw your name appear in the report, I couldn't help but sigh at the wonderful arrangement of fate."

"I didn't expect to see you again under this circumstance," Bud frowned slightly, "So now that you have found out... it seems that my comfortable days are coming to an end."

"You have committed numerous crimes as a priest of the Society for the End of All Things, but to be honest, I am not here to judge you today," Gawain looked into Bud Wendell's eyes, "Cecil advocates the rule of law and justice, When you last appeared on this land, Cecil hadn't ruled the South. I can't use today's laws to judge the crimes of the previous dynasty, but I'm qualified to judge for what you did in Leslie There are others."

Bud froze for a moment, and just as he was stunned, another door on the side of the room was opened.

A tall, thin, slightly pale middle-aged man in a dark blue coat with a decorative cane came out of the door.

Andrew Leslie Viscount, the former Lord Leslie, today's Tanzanian city consul.

Bud stared at the man who was walking towards him. Compared with what he remembered, today's Viscount Andrew did not appear weak due to his age, but looked a little more energetic and pale. A little sick, looking more like a normal complexion - it seems that the new life has greatly improved the health of the "noble lord".

Andrew Leslie had not taken any harmful potion for nearly two years.

Building and managing a thriving new city, watching the realm turn upside down and prosper under his own governance is happier than he ever imagined.

"Viscount Andrew," Bud finally broke his silence after a few seconds of staring at each other, "You seem to be doing well."

Andrew's deep-set eye sockets seemed to jump with a flame. He stared at the person in front of him, slowly raised his cane, and pressed it against Bud's chest: "Do you remember what you did in Tanzania?"

"The memory is fresh."

"My daughter, it is still difficult to communicate with people normally even today. One-third of the people who survived your evil ritual have not been able to return to a normal life," Andrew said slowly, as if To stab the cane into Bud's body as a sharp sword, "Not to mention those who didn't survive... Do you have anything else to say?"

Bud stood on the spot without dodging: "You can hang or behead the capital, or you can be sentenced to fire according to the treatment that a cultist should receive. My only request is not to disclose my name after this - if this request is excessive, Then please put lead in my skull, if any remains after the burn."

In the customs of the northern and eastern peoples of Typhon, filling the skull with lead has a special meaning, which means that all the sins of the deceased remain on the body of the deceased, that is, no redemption and forgiveness can be obtained, and no sins and The stigma is passed on to any relatives and friends, as well as one's own family.

There is a similar saying in Ansu (Cecil), except that the practice of the northern kingdom is to put a nail in the skull of the deceased, but no matter which one is, the precondition is that the deceased must personally request it before he is alive. ——This is the embodiment of the human race's idea of ​​"soul inheritance" in the field of life and death.

Viscount Andrew stared at Bud's eyes: "I thought you would justify--emphasize that you kept your hand at the time, or that you were also bewitched by cult ideology."

"If a person can be exonerated with just a few excuses or one or two seemingly extenuating reasons after committing a crime, then all the gallows in the world can be dismantled," Bud said calmly. "You can sentence me to death, or you can choose to forgive, this is your right, but I myself... have nothing to say."

The room was quiet for a while, Viscount Andrew stared at Bud for a long time, then suddenly pulled the corner of his mouth and slowly put the stick down: "I didn't expect that you are human now, what is this? Seeing through life ?"

"Humanity...I have always had it," Bud slowly closed his eyes, "It's just...I once thought that the great cause was worth throwing away my humanity and the bottom line..."

"Any business that needs to throw away humanity and the bottom line doesn't deserve to be called 'great,' it's just a collective orgy created by a bunch of lunatics in the illusion of self-satisfaction and self-improvement," Viscount Andrew interrupted Bud, with It was the sentence that Gawain wrote when he commented on the cult in the latest issue of the newspaper, then he paused, and slowly said in Bud's stunned and surprised eyes, "But these are not important now, Your farce ends in your own demise, and you...I won't kill you."

"You don't kill me?" Bud looked at Viscount Andrew in astonishment, "Why?"

"Don't get me wrong, just like you said, people are not so easy to be washed after they sin, I don't kill you, it doesn't mean I have forgiven you, it's just because you can have more than death effect."

While speaking, Viscount Andrew turned his head and looked at Gawain, who was sitting not far away and watching all this calmly: "Your Majesty, let him go, if he can come back alive, it may mean that he doesn't deserve to die. "

Gawain frowned: "Are you sure? It's not that we don't have an exploration plan now, you don't have to be affected by this..."

"He is the priest of the Society for the End of All Things, a person who should be judged. With such a suitable candidate, why should the brave soldiers form a death squad?" Viscount Andrew's expression was firm and serious. It is not easy for two living priests to die."

"If this is your will," Gawain nodded after a brief ponder, "I allow it."

Although confused about what happened, Bud still understood that the other party was arranging something for him to do-this might be life-threatening, but it could be used in exchange for his own life.

Although he was ready for the death penalty, if he could not die, he naturally would not refuse.

"What do you want me to do?"

Gawain glanced at Bud: "Go to your out-of-control lair."