Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

It's already late at night.

After the hard battle, Valentine licked his wounds in the dark, and Kant returned to the residence of the Vidal Chamber of Commerce. This time, he was no longer relaxed, and there was no smile on his face.

He just cleaned up a little, changed into clean clothes, and after eating something, he sat busy in the yard, quietly repeating the previous work, enchanting arrows and throwing spears.

Although he was neither happy nor angry, his expression was calm, but the faint low air pressure caused the heartless greenskins to shrink aside and hide away, and they were extremely noisy in the past, and they didn't even dare to make a sound.

Leona asked Hong San about the cause and effect, but there was nothing she could do.

She looked at Kant's back with worry flashing in her eyes. Anyone with the ability to empathize can understand Kant's dissatisfaction and confusion at this time. Patience is a good virtue, especially for those who are capable.

The girl suddenly felt a trace of jealousy and grief.

She knew Kant's temper. The first time they met, this wary guy even slashed the axe directly next to her head. He didn't have any gentlemanly demeanor. He did whatever he wanted and was unscrupulous. Of course the unscrupulous pariah who is revenge for grace will kick it with one kick, or even chop it with an axe... but he doesn't.

After going through that kind of thing, being attacked by elves with poisonous tactics, and being targeted by foolish people with stupidity, he still didn't flip the table to get angry at all costs, it was simply not his temperament.

The reason why I didn't do that was just for one person.

Tina.

Her good friend, the innocent flower, is kind enough to be stupid.

In Leona's eyes, this good-natured guy is like a vase, with no bad thoughts, trusting others, unwilling to believe that the world is evil, and smiling innocently and stupidly to everyone...

She felt that Tina's temperament was the most suitable for marrying a prince, a nobleman, and the like, to be a mascot lady. When her husband ran the country with cruel or despicable means and squeezed the people, she would use her stupid A smile and a beautiful appearance to lull people and gain support are the most suitable uses for her.

Not so.

As if something went wrong, she even chose a husband from the East for herself. Her eyes were as puzzling as ever. Her husband was rude, fierce, incomprehensible, without grace, and his words would kill his popularity. , Seeing everyone with a guarded look like "you criminal reservist" is really bad, Leona has never seen such a man in her life.

But he is obviously such a man, but he can always say some pleasant words inadvertently. He can be calm and polite in the face of servants, and he has no retreat in the face of powerful enemies. It gives people a very reliable feeling, and …and suppress his anger and impulses for the sake of those he loves.

Staying calm and restrained tonight just because this is Tina's country.

Do you love her that much?

Leona looked at Kant's lonely back, her heart sour.

She didn't know how to persuade and comfort Kant, but she still felt inexplicable sadness and injustice. She wanted to hug this back, but she knew that she had no right to do so. The underworld of the entire empire knew that Miss Leona was the most important You can't do things like robbing a best friend of a man.

She was even resentful and complaining a little.

—You stupid woman, do you know what Kant has done for you? He has such a temper, but he can bear this breath, do you know how difficult it is?

—If you treat him badly in the future, I...I will...

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment in her heart.

What can I do?

Kant is still repeating the work at hand, meticulously, without pause.

Suddenly, a cry came from the night wind.

A strong light suddenly exploded from the sky.

There was a commotion on the city wall, and under the dark sky, the shining light was more clearly visible.

"Your time is running out."

Even if they retreat and withdraw their troops, the insidious and evil public opinion war of the elves still does not stop.

In other words, at a time when Valentine's **** victory is overwhelming and people's hearts are floating, striking while the iron is hot and increasing efforts will obviously yield better results.

The strong wind brought the uniform shouts of the elves, and the roars of hundreds of thousands were amplified by wind spells: "Many people died tonight! Maybe it's your son! Your father! Your brother!"

"But Kant instructed the city lord of Valentine to hide the truth, and he wants you to continue to work hard until the last drop of blood is drained, and until the city can no longer be defended, he will run away!"

"Valentan, are you willing? Are you angry? How long are you going to endure it!"

Thick voices echoed in Valentine's dark sky.

The two armies are fighting, and the soldiers are deceitful, and they should be unscrupulous.

Leona, Hong San and the others stared blankly at the sky, their heads blank, not knowing what to say.

This unexpected, reasonable thing.

Preston, who had talked to Kant earlier, was patrolling the city wall. Hearing that, he was condensed, looking at the elf camp in the distance, and said softly: "This is to kill people."

Kant just raised his head and looked at the distant night sky without any fluctuations in his heart.

The matter has come to this point, all kinds of curses, all kinds of cruel words, have no meaning.

... butchered you.

Must kill you.

He whispered, "Leona."

The girl woke up suddenly: "...Ah?"

Kant continued the work in his hand and said slowly: "Have your people been arranged properly?"

Leona was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "Yes."

"I'm sorry." Kant's voice did not fluctuate, "I said a lot."

Leona's body trembled suddenly, and she choked out, "No, it's not your fault..."

Then he covered his mouth, turned and walked away quickly.

She didn't want to cry in front of Kant.

Kant is still doing it calmly and quietly, doing the work at hand meticulously. Arrow after arrow is dyed with the pattern of flames and clouds, shining with the brilliance of the elements.

Hong San gritted his teeth, stepped forward quickly, and said in a low voice, "Master, I'm going to find Mayor Nick."

Kant shook his head, his eyes were as calm as water: "Wait."

The Aurora people asked subconsciously, "What are you waiting for?"

Kant looked up at him, his eyes stunned, and then he laughed wryly at himself.

"There's no way." He sighed, "I am a person who can't cry without seeing the coffin."

In the darkness, malice born of fear is growing rapidly.

In Preston's words, these unwise people live in ignorance, have no faith, no ideals, and change their minds, but even people at the bottom of society have their own philosophy of survival.

The people are both foolish and shrewd.

The ignorance is that they follow blindly, have no opinion, do not understand right and wrong, are ungrateful, criticize heroes, are easily coerced, easily encouraged, maybe just because of clever lies, maybe just for the immediate benefit, they will always do something surprising stupid thing.

The shrewdness lies in that if there is no one to lead, they must not do it. If the leader is hit, they must clear it. If the momentum is not right, they must run away.

And now, there are people who are not so shrewd, but still foolish, who are going to step up and encourage and lead them.

do the wrong thing.

Suddenly, a group of people walked out of the silent street.

As soon as the war began, Valentine enforced a strict curfew. Non-military personnel gathered in the streets, and they would encounter brutal and decisive suppression. However, after several wars, the city's defenses were crumbling, and Valentine continued to be unstable under the double blow of the elves. The tragic casualties created a vacancy in the patrol force.

Maybe that's the reason.

For a while, no one noticed this group of people.

They have no weapons in their hands, and they don't seem to be disturbed. Most of them are women, children and old people. They seem to be harmless. The magic of the elves flashed in the sky, and the shouting of the Dusk Legion continued. Valentine was terrifyingly dead.

So the crowd began to cry.

Like a group of wanderers begging for mercy, they walked through the streets, passed through the houses, and even knocked on the doors of people along the way, explaining their intentions, some refused, some hesitated, some agreed, the size of this team is increasing, the number of people It is constantly expanding, and they are all people with grief and despair on their faces.

They move, move forward, their footsteps are firm or hesitant, among the crowd, someone whispers something, seems to cheer, or instills some idea, this strange team does not even have a leader, but there are many A person with a strong purpose leads a group of blind obedient people.

Continue until you reach your destination.

Several houses around this block have been bought. There are no people on the spacious streets, and the surroundings are dark. Only the light of the torches and the bright lights of the Vidal Chamber of Commerce are bright.

Then someone knelt down.

Then one after the other.

The crowd fell down, like the most devout believers, praying for the gift of the gods, but the object of their prayers was not the gods, and what they were asking for was not a gift, but a sacrifice, but a sacrifice.

Immediately afterwards, someone cried, and the strong emotions continued to be infected. Fear is a real emotion, the fear of death, the pain of losing a loved one, all emotions are vented here.

and combined into one sentence.

"Save us."

The cries of women, children and old people.

"His Royal Highness Kant."

People are calling.

The weakest of the weak also have knives and can kill.

As long as their goals are kind and compassionate, as long as their goals are not hard-hearted.

They cry, they cry, and revive hatred in weak begging.

As long as they don't respond, as long as they don't help, they are bad and evil. As long as they ignore their requests, as long as they refuse to save them, they are downright evil people.

Dangerous seeds keep sprouting.

There are women who cry with red eyes and receive news that their relatives have died in battle, losing their fear and reason.

Someone else who was thinking about the contents of that leaflet smelled a certain weakness and resignation from the silence in the courtyard, a signal that they could go further.

Someone began to shout boldly: "Come out! Come out!"

In the yard, Kant slowly lowered the last arrow.

The coffin, I finally saw it.

Leona was trembling with anger, and even forgot to say swear words: "They... how could they say such things? Let Kant save them—what does it mean?"

"It means to let me tie myself out of the city and let the elves deal with it, in order to save their lives in the city."

Kant slowly got up and smiled: "After all, these people are innocent, right? After all, they are loyal to Tedariel, work diligently, and pay taxes according to the amount, but Goethe failed to protect them, this is Tedariel Er's dereliction of duty, right? After all, it is the life of the whole city, and it is very worthwhile to exchange my life, right?"

Leona was taken aback and grabbed Kant's arm directly: "You can't do this!"

"…nonsense."

Kant's smile was flat and gentle. He glanced at Hong San, as if he was joking, or maybe he was serious. He said, "Thanks to Hong San's master for telling me what it means to treat everyone equally."

Hong San seemed to have found something and was a little uneasy: "Master..."

Kant just laughed.

"Equal treatment, that's what it meant."

He scratched his head in distress: "Preston said I was too arrogant, too arrogant, it seems to be the case, I am high, I look down on them, I'm sorry, I'm too complacent."

"I call myself an internationalist, and with the mentality of supporting the Goethe people to save their lives and survive the war, I came here to help them fight, protect them, and save them. I call myself a savior and a protector, so I get carried away. This is me The realm is too low. I should try my best to protect them while treating them as my father. When necessary, I should sacrifice my own life to protect them, because they have family members. I don't have family members. They need care and tolerance. I do not need."

"I'm really sorry, I shouldn't have the mentality of an uncle, but I did a little bit of work, won a few battles, saved a few people, what's so great, I owe them all, I should respectfully Modestly protect these uncles, and tolerate everything about them."

"...Oh no, it's not right to say that."

"It shouldn't be like this."

"Equal treatment, I should be treated equally."

"Treat them all the same as me."

"Speaking of which, I'm just a mere human. I'm nothing special. Just like them, their lives are as precious as mine. Since they are as precious, there is no difference. Treat them equally."

His smile became more and more gentle: "So, cry if you cry, or die if you die."

"I don't plan to take things on myself anymore. My life is as precious as theirs. Of course, there is no reason to use my life to save them. I was too complacent and arrogant before."

"I'm fucking... really idle."

He smiled and pulled out the axe from behind, carried it on his shoulders, and kicked the chair over.

"Get ready, we're leaving, and you have to settle down for you idiots."

Kant strode out of the courtyard gate and walked outside.

"Cry your mother! Howl! Has the whole family died here?"

Leona turned her head suddenly: "What did you tell him?"

Hong San just stared blankly at Kant's figure, his eyes flickering, wondering what he was thinking.

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PS1: Sleeping and sleeping... ah, it's so annoying, I can't let go of my hands and feet to write this kind of plot, alas, a kind person like me, I really can't bear to exaggerate this dark side, and I can't stand it either...