Chapter 280 The Next Day

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At night, Ms. D finished her dinner, said goodbye to her partner, left the mansion surrounded by the maids, and drove a carriage to the hotel she had booked to stay at tonight.

At the beginning, she established cooperative relations with some local institutions as a great noble of Intis in the northern continent. Now that the city has begun to turn towards the Balam Empire, it is naturally impossible to live in the mansion openly. Although she is also a member of the Aurora Society, under the gaze of many eyes who know her noble status, failure to avoid danger will still cause trouble for her partners.

She had already booked the best suite in the hotel through her connections - almost the upper-middle level in the Northern Continent. After all, the price was there, only 1 pound a night.

In ordinary rooms, there are often only moldy beddings, pillows and mattresses stuffed with thatch, and old and broken furniture.

After setting up the carriage and horses and waiting in the lobby of the hotel for a while, Ms. D was slightly inspired and saw two figures walking slowly at the end of the dim street.

"...Mr. X."

Ms. D stood up and called out the other person’s name with some hesitation: “I’m sorry, your condition looks a little bad.”

Not just bad, but looking really bad!

The man who appeared in front of him now had a haggard face, a dull expression, and strange stains on the corners of his clothes. He was completely different from the appearance of Mr. X in his memory. What's more, there is a secret puppet Enzo beside him who is obviously from the northern continent. As a result, this "secret puppet master" now seems to have really become a southern continent follower of a northern mainlander!

"..."

Mr. X did not answer.

Ms. D hesitated to speak and remained silent until the other party walked towards her step by step.

The Marionette stood expressionless. When her companion raised her head, she saw a pair of blank and painful eyes.

Thinking that this companion seemed to be coming to the Southern Continent for the first time, Ms. D understood something, and her image of Mr. She lived a relatively prosperous life, probably in the middle class, and had less exposure to this kind of things - but she still didn't speak. Lead Klein to the front desk and hand him the key to another room.

"You need to quiet down and have a good sleep."

She asked rather understandingly: "Or do you need a confessional and some mood-controlling prayers?"

Oh, come to think of it - the two divine messengers of the Aurora Society, who are famous for their fanaticism, have not even prayed to "praise the Lord" once after seeing each other for so long. Could it be that Mr. X actually has other beliefs, or is he an unbeliever like himself?

Upon hearing this, Klein's eyes rolled.

Maybe what I need is a psychiatrist... he thought, and then thought of the simple psychological treatment that took place on Sefirah Castle after returning from the foggy town.

Miss Justice's psychotherapy skills are still very immature, but they are not completely ineffective.

But...if Miss Justice hears and sees this, will she need a psychiatrist more than I do? Even if she could really cure me, how could I tell everything I saw... Klein couldn't help but snorted. His mind couldn't help but think of the charity donation party he held before coming to the Southern Continent. At the party, he used Daisy as the prototype to tell the story of a poor girl who worked hard day and night in the hope of being able to study.

With this, he raised 100,000 gold pounds in just one night, successfully established a charity foundation, and made Miss "Justice" Audrey one of its directors.

But within forty-eight hours after arriving in the Southern Continent, Klein's little bit of pride as a rich man and a charity worker was completely shattered.

The people here need help more, but even if Dwayne Dantès steps in again, how much money can he raise for them?

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

"...I used to be active in areas where poor people gathered, in the chaotic Southern Continent, so I saw a lot of things."

"There is a little girl who has been helping her mother make matchboxes since she was 6 years old. If she didn't do this, her family would not even have money to buy brown bread after paying the rent. The kind of brown bread they eat has There is a lot of wheat bran, and occasionally you can bite gravel and stones, which are so hard that you can use them as sticks to attack others..."

"When the little girl grew up, although she was very tired every day and although her family did not have any extra money, she still yearned for the night school organized by the church, hoping to learn words and master knowledge, because she knew that only in this way could she If you don’t continue your current life, you won’t go hungry, you can wear clothes that can really withstand the cold, and you won’t go to factories with harsh conditions and die in your twenties..."

Daisy's family was destroyed in the great smog, and the little subsidy she received was just enough for this girl, who was about the same age as Melissa, to barely survive in the East End neighborhood of Backlund. This story, which had been polished several times by Klein, lacked the suffocating despair of her prototype, but it still made the nobles present shed tears. This was probably the minimum they could accept.

——I feel that eating black bread and going to school without money is the worst form of poverty.

Congressman Macht was also badly hit in an attack, although he was not injured. ——Because the attacker’s factory was invaded by the “anthracite” they promoted, his family was ruined, and he raised his gun in despair after having no more worries.

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

Pain has no hierarchy, but it manifests itself in high and low levels in people. The minimum life they can imagine is already the dream of a group that is completely voiceless and completely ignored.

As for selling your body and picking up trash for food...

Not to mention the nobles, even Klein himself didn't dare to think about it many times. It just stayed in his mind as a vague impression, sounding the alarm all the time. Because if you stay in that dark and hopeless world for too long, you will be swallowed up.

This is the limitation of the times and the limitation of morality.

Even in the old days, there were still wars, famines, people dying of starvation, and people who were superior.

——But how long has this world lasted? A thousand years? Two thousand years?

"...I need some quiet time, some rest, and a good night's sleep."

After a few seconds of silence, Klein spoke, his voice so hoarse and low that it was unimaginable.

The words Azik Eggers once said lingered in his ears:

"Klein, in this world so far, has there been even a single moment that made you want to stay?"

Have it?

Maybe, when he saw Benson and Melissa's smiles - but then he died.

Now Benson and Melissa have received his 6,000 pound pension, Benson has been admitted as a government employee, and Melissa is going to university.

As long as their lives go on like this, they will have enough food and clothing, and they will get out of the shadow of their brother's death. There is no need for the participation of an Extraordinary who will cause countless potential troubles due to the Extraordinary Convergence Law.

Apart from delicious food and interesting people - he also had these two things in the old era, and there were many more of them than he does now. He has only been here for a year, but he has not forgotten the names of his favorite Malatang, braised chicken and barbecue restaurants, nor has he forgotten the names of his classmates and colleagues with whom he is still in contact - what else is there in this era? Is it worth him staying?

The friendships he has established in this world are often based on profit relationships. He has not even used the face of Klein Moretti for a long time. How dare he confidently say that those who know his other identities must be the same? Where are your friends?

Maybe there is...

But looking around at his memories, Klein actually fell into hesitation.

He must ask himself.

If the True Creator wants him to protect such a world, should he do it. And if he couldn't turn a blind eye to all this, what else could he do.

"Okay, I hope you have a good sleep tonight."

Ms. D smiled and said:

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

Klein didn't look at her, but nodded.

"Thanks."

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

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

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In the early morning, in a woods on the outskirts of Behrens.

A small group of cavalry took advantage of the night to quickly rush to their destination. They were silent and performed important tasks.

"Stop"

The leader of the group, the blond major general Constantine Levitt, suddenly reined in his horse and used body movements to signal his subordinates to stop. Then he looked at the scouts in the team and made several gestures in succession.

"Go to the front for reconnaissance. If you find any traces of the enemy, report it as soon as possible."

When the scout received the signal, he immediately dismounted and silently ran into the woods under the red moon, disappearing into the dark shadows.

The temperature difference between day and night in the Southern Continent is only about ten degrees, and the nights are not muggy, but rather comfortable.

When the cavalry immediately waited, there was a subtle buzz of insects in the woods again, as if small animals were constantly running under the horses' hooves, making rustling noises, which disturbed the horses and could not help but walk around.

After about a few minutes, when the red moon was in the sky, the scout ran back quickly.

"An enemy figure appears ahead"

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

Wounded?

Didn't he just attack the team transporting supplies? Why are there wounded? Constantine has an instinctive rejection of attacking the weak, which comes from his concept of education and protecting the weak. He frowned and looked at his adjutant, who shook his head.

Perhaps it was a misjudgment... The overall situation was such that his personal likes and dislikes could not be allowed to delay the military situation. He suppressed the discomfort in his heart and looked at the scout again.

The scout understood and made gestures repeatedly:

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

As expected, the number of Extraordinaries was very small.

Extraordinaries on the path of death become more like the dead as they advance, and their need for food will be greatly reduced. At the same time, their underworld aura and subconscious instinct to kill living creatures will also affect the wounded and food, accelerating death.

If the food passed through the gate of the underworld, it would be completely inedible.

The adjutant looked at Constantine and communicated with gestures:

"Attack from the team transporting the wounded"

Constantine frowned, glanced at his cavalry squad of more than twenty people, and expressed his objection to the adjutant:

"The wounded cannot return to the battlefield quickly. Our goal is to burn the food and grass."

Without waiting for the adjutant to signal again, he turned around and waved to the team behind him: "Go forward."

…

At the same time, in War Red's camp.

"So today is the ultimatum, right?" Traynor placed a piece on the Trier chess board.

"That's right. We should have gone to negotiate peace after dawn, but in the end we ignored them at all."

Tony Twain moved the chess pieces, and said with some excitement and some mockery: "You are really good at sowing discord. The relationship network between the countries in the Northern Continent is as complicated as a spider web. But to be honest, I don't understand. They are already gods, and there is no need to change paths. Is it really necessary to have such a deadly feud between adjacent paths?"

"If it's the God of Death, I can understand it. After all, they have robbed the God of Death's territory, but why is there such a stalemate between the three gods? That's it for Rune. The Feysac Empire clearly has no colonies, so why is it hostile to the God of Death? ?”

"If you ask me, I don't know either."

The changes in the international situation caused by the return of a new god, or the return of an old god, triggered a lot of thinking among strategists and also exposed some social problems. Traynor also had similar questions, but his greatest advantage is that he doesn't think about things that have nothing to do with him:

"Do you think someone in the grain transport team will tip off the information?"

"meeting."

Tang En said firmly: "There was a batch missing from the granary for no apparent reason, and someone reported anonymously and witnessed the transaction. I told less than ten people about the delivery team this time. If the traitor doesn't take the bait, I will take his last name."

Traynor didn't even raise his eyelids, and even yawned, looking very dissatisfied with not being able to sleep tonight:

"You're right. Anyway, I don't want to get involved in this matter. You still owe me a favor - I'll help you make up for your expenses during this period. Three hundred thousand will go to half a million. This time Belen If you can't handle it, I'll hang you on the flagpole to show the public."

Tang En didn't take it seriously at all: "Fight to support war."

Traynor was stunned at the chess game for a few seconds, and in order to end it as quickly as possible, he made three consecutive wrong moves, handing over the victory.

Tang En complained a few words that it was boring and had no choice but to start clearing the chessboard. At this time, a dexterous figure sprang out from Traynor's feet and jumped directly onto the chessboard.

"The grain transport team was attacked."

Riel said: "The leader was Levitt, and they started fighting with the food transport team and the wounded."

Traynor looked at the cat, then at the time, took out a ten-pound note from his pocket, and clamped it in his hand: "I thought they would at least wait until they got the land before taking action. They are really more anxious than the other." ah."

"But how come I didn't know there were still wounded?"

Tang En stretched out his hand and grabbed the banknote. He laughed and said: "Those lightly injured people were transferred from the rear. We are about to start a fight here, and we don't expect them to go to the front line to give them some money." It’s just military merit.”

"This trip was supposed to be safe, and they are capable of fighting! But if no one reported it, how could they be attacked?"

Tang En stood up, kicked away the chair, and stretched out his hand:

"They will probably find out soon that they have only thatch for food and grass. Later, you can help me find out who leaked the news - let me see what the Loen people's army is capable of, and give me the spiritual link."

An army does not need two leaders. Traynor has been waiting for this sentence for a long time. Hearing this, he immediately temporarily withdrew from the "War Red" spiritual link: "You go, I am sleepy, I will go to sleep, and I will be killed." Don’t call me before you kill me.”

"How disappointing! How can you watch other people fighting like this?"

Tang En strode out of the military tent, feeling the heat of the fire and the smell of the distant sea in the night wind.

There was silence in the city where they were stationed, as if they were sleeping in the middle of the night. But as the War Bishop snapped his fingers, all the prepared torches were lit at the same time. The firelight illuminated countless faces standing quietly in the darkness. None of them fell asleep, and they were all waiting for the surprise attack tonight. The well-trained "War Red" did not make a sound, but quietly raised his head and looked at the leader standing high up.

"Array up!"

Without the need for heralds and signals, the psychic link conveys the general's orders to every member of "War Red" at the same time.

Looking out from a high place, the station looked like it was covered with dense ants. As these ants crawled, the plain gradually lit up, and the blazing flames dragged against the wind for several feet, dyeing the entire plain fiery red.

Countless firelights flashed, the giant siege equipment in the distance slowly advanced, and the airship took advantage of the darkness to rise into the night sky.

To fight Loen's "arbiters", of course, weapons from the real side are indispensable.

"Prince Grove? There is no record in history of how many battles he fought or how many wars he won..."

Tang En jumped down from the height and walked towards the prepared mount. Their vision was shared and their hearts were connected. Through the leader's eyes, everyone could clearly see the closed city 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 sword in his hand.

Boom! Boom!

Countless chaotic heartbeats appeared in "War Red"'s ears, like a chaotic ocean tide.

The cavalrymen got on their horses and grasped the weapons in their hands. The soldiers tapped their protective gear with their fingers 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 heartbeats of the entire army merged into one, forming a low and terrifying sound. The soldiers stared at the commander at the front and at the city-state in the distance. They struck the ground with their weapons, and the ground also shook. Knock and vibrate slowly.

When this heartbeat became the only sound in everyone's ears, the flag bearer raised the flag high and waved it vigorously, and the cross flag with the blood red background waved in the air!

TBC

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It’s really troublesome to write about hunters fighting.

...Why does it feel like a Crusade!