Chapter 2089 Elegy

Ser Custis, leaning on his cane, came through the trees.

Beside the old man, besides Heimdall, were Joann's two old classmates, Arnold Laval and Lori Grant, who had just graduated and joined the army last year.

Logan barely opened his eyes, and looked at the old man staggering guiltily.

"My lord...I have persisted until now, all I want is to exchange my dying body for my family and compatriots...Now that my goal has been achieved, I can go to see Ishtar without any regrets...Sorry , this is the first and last time I've lied to friends and family..."

The palm that was originally covering his chest slowly spread out, and half of the blood-stained sharp arrow slipped from the man's fingers.

Joan stared blankly at Uncle Logan, a chill ran from the soles of his feet to the tip of his hair.

He had already noticed blood oozing from Uncle Logan's chest, thinking that the wound hadn't fully healed. Only then did he realize that Uncle Logan had already been fatally wounded—a vicious crossbow almost pierced his chest, deep into his chest. Up to the heart!

Before the crossbow was pulled out, although it caused great pain to Logan, it could at least delay the bleeding from the wound, holding his breath and making him look fine.

Just now, when he pulled out the crossbow bolt from the wound with his own hands, the blood gushed out like a flood that burst the embankment, and the remaining vitality dissipated...

Logan Volsunger, the war hero of Aosta Lake and Dusk Plain, fell on the battlefield where he was wounded and bleeding two years ago, and closed his eyes forever.

Joan really wanted to know, the moment Uncle Logan closed his eyes, did he feel a little regret for helping the colonists defend Midgard without hesitation...

Arnold and Lowry came to meet Sir Custis under the order of Baron Laval, and they were still in shackles. They were ordered to escort the "bandit leader" Logan Walsunger back to the barracks and imprison him. Unexpectedly, the prisoner has not yet been tried. He chose to kill himself, which surprised the two young officers.

Lowry was the first to come to his senses, stepped forward and looked at Logan's face, based on his pastor's professional experience, concluded that his heartbeat had stopped and he was hopeless, sighed dejectedly, and shook his head slightly at Arnold.

"Joan... the bandit leader committed suicide in fear of crime, what should we do next?" Arnold asked at a loss.

"You ask me, how do I know?" Qiao An didn't want her old classmate to see the tears in her eyes, and shouted without looking back, "Ask your elder brother!"

"Uh, okay!"

Arnold didn't understand why Joan got angry at him so well, but the solemn and sad atmosphere at the scene made him dare not ask more questions, so he gave Lowry a wink, and the two hurried back to report.

Lord Custis shook off Heimdall's support, staggered and knelt beside Logan's body, smoothed his old friend's eyelids with trembling fingers, and wept.

"My lord, I know you are very sad, but you still have to take care of yourself!" Heimdall advised.

The old man shook his head with tears in his eyes, every word was heartbroken: "I am sorry for Logan, let alone his children, for betraying their trust... If I can, I am willing to exchange my life for his life."

"My lord, I really can't figure it out. Logan has always been open-minded and open-minded. How could he suddenly lose his mind and just go to a dead end?"

Grief and confusion intertwined in Heimdall's eyes.

"He obviously has the opportunity to defend himself publicly in court. It is not impossible for him to avoid the death penalty. Why did he choose to commit suicide?"

"Master Heimdall, what Uncle Logan said to me before he died can just answer your questions." Joan suppressed his sobs and said, "What Uncle Logan cares about is not whether he can get rid of the crime, but who will be responsible for it in the end." To grasp the 'right to conviction'."

"If he accepts the trial of the colonial court, it is tantamount to admitting that the aborigines should also accept the rule of the colonial government and abide by the laws made by the colonists. Regardless of the final trial result, he feels that he has lost. Instead of being tried in the court, he Would rather end his life on the battlefield."

"Joan, in addition to what you said, there are actually other factors that prompted Logan to take this path, such as the trauma caused by the death of his beloved wife, and more importantly, the lofty ideals in his heart have been shattered. th."

Sir Custis took the handkerchief from Joan, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and continued: "Logan has always dreamed that the aborigines and colonists can live in harmony, and he has been working hard all his life to promote this noble goal. , However, when he learned that his pregnant wife was brutally killed by the colonists, from the moment he decided to avenge the colonists, this spiritual pillar that has supported his struggle until now has silently collapsed."

"In retrospect, these signs that prompted Logan to go nowhere are very obvious, but I just didn't notice it in time. It's too late to say these now..."

Joan was deeply moved by Sir Custis's confession, and the resentment buried in his heart for a long time was finally uncontrollable, and every sentence of accusation spewed out of his throat like hot magma.

"My lord, as a witness to this tragedy, as a descendant of colonists, I am ashamed of my identity!"

"Thinking of some of our compatriots, especially those shameless treacherous people, those beasts who pay lip service to gods but don't care about human affairs, sometimes I will be shaken and doubt that I have made such a great sacrifice to maintain my human identity , is it worth it?"

"If it's just a few people, I can comfort myself that there are only a handful of bad people."

"But look, isn't the entire Midgard colony filled with such shameless people?"

"The people of Midgard are always self-satisfied as God's chosen people, claiming that they came to the New World to colonize the New World with God's will, and proudly called the city they created 'the city on the hill', but what they did Because it looks like a group of devil's believers, Midgard, a city on a hill, does not display the glory of a good god, but the arrogance of the devil!"

"I cannot refute your accusation, child, but we must comfort ourselves that Men are not all so bad as the Midgardians."

Sir Custis held Joan's hand tightly, as if he wanted to pass on his remaining optimism to this grief-stricken young man.

"Besides, even in Midgard City, fifty righteous people can still be found. This city... will not be destroyed as it deserves."

"I hope so." Joan sighed.

At this time, the sound of armor rubbing against branches and leaves came from behind. Joan hurriedly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and helped Sir Custis stand up.

Fully armed, Benedict Laval, like a machine made of steel, came alone to the forest where his old enemy was sleeping.