Law of the Devil
Chapter 211 [Choice of old cigarettes]
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Chapter 189 [Selection of old cigarettes]
In the stables of the Temporary Duke's Palace, these Lombardon recruits are lined up.
This somewhat humble (of course only relatively) Duke's House, which occupies a small area, can only be considered moderate in the Emperor's Duke's Duchess, which obviously does not match Dewey's Duke's status.
However, there is no shortage of horses in the Duke's Palace.
When the Rollins evacuated from Didu, the house was sold and everyone was demobilized, but the horses were numerous in Count Rollins' Mansion, where they were all wanted by Dewey.
“You can pick your own rides at will.” Lombardon gave a shocking look to each of these fallen samurai faces.
By the time you arrive at this Tulip Duke's Palace, you have learned that you are the owner of this place, and you are the most famous young Grand Duke in the world! Think about the day before you pitied Baba for dinner in the slave market, and now you're in the empire's most powerful house!
Can you still own your own horse?!
But Lombardon looked at these guys on horseback, shaking his head in the dark, looking at Dewey around him, whispering: “Alas, these guys are just samurai, not knights. Going to that place in the northwest in the future, you can't ride horses! Northwest, even kids can ride horses. ”
Essentially, samurai on the continent, as long as they possess the rank of true samurai, pass the Knights Association test. But for most people, they are only “samurai”, but they cannot be called “knights”.
The simplest truth, the so-called knight: do you at least know how to ride a horse?
But for these lowly samurai, they can't even feed themselves. Where's the money to keep a horse of their own? Feeding a horse is a lot more expensive than feeding a man!
The fall of the martial arts is the status quo on the continent, and that “knight's association”, once a powerful organization in the continent alongside the Magic Union, is now no longer on the table. The Knights Association is responsible for assessing and awarding Knights Grade badges.
But most people who practice martial arts can't even support horses... they only know martial arts, but they can't ride horses.
So, on the continent, it's getting used to separating the “samurai” from the “knight”.
And these guys in front of you, obviously, are just warriors, not knights...
“Hmm?” Lombardon's eyes suddenly shined, and he saw the last old cigarette on his horse. The most powerful guy ever recruited today, he can ride a horse! And it looks like he rides pretty well, he's in a clean, well-trained position. And he's in the position of riding a horse... his body is parked straight and his legs don't look as relaxed with his horse tummy as the other rookies.
“This guy is a 'knight’.” Lombardon became more and more curious about this old cigarette: “He is a good martial artist and seems to ride well. How can a man with such strength and such riding skills fall into the slave market to find food? ”
The same question is in Dewey's heart.
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This makeshift Duke's Palace is small, but as a typical aristocratic mansion, some basic facilities are also available, such as… a racetrack, although small in size, is currently sufficient.
After leaving the rookies to practice their riding, Lombardon singled out the old cigarette and waited in the room, as well as Dewey.
The colour of the old cigarette was somewhat complex, and he probably wondered what the Duchess was doing calling himself in.
Indeed……
“Report your service number, knight!” Lombardon didn't wait for the old cigarette to settle down, he suddenly stood up and drank aloud.
Almost like a reflex of conditions, the result of many years of training made the old cigarette couldn't help standing tall, hands and legs together, stamped the leather boots under his feet, then held up his chest and drank loudly: “Royal Guard Guard 4th Cavalry Squad 6th Cavalry Cavalry Leader...”
Speaking of which, the old smoke suddenly reacted, I am not in the Imperial Forest Army anymore.
However, Lombardon and Dewey are already satisfied with this result.
Looking at the unnatural look on the face of this old cigarette guy, Dewey smiled: "Were you an officer of the Imperial Guard? ”
“… yes. ”
Lombardon laughed out loud: “No wonder I saw you like to shove your pants and feet in your boots... only those who like the beautiful Imperial Guard would do that. ”
Old cigarettes are a little blush. Indeed, the Imperial Forest Army, which attaches great importance to royal authority, differs in many details from ordinary armies, especially in personal instruments, and the Imperial Forest Army is exemplary.
Their uniforms are always hot and tight, with no wrinkles on their pants, and they like to shove their feet in long pony boots, making the whole person look extra pulled out.
But the expression "like beautiful” still deeply stabbed the old cigarette, as if he remembered the day of the coup d 'état, 3,000 of the most elite royal forest army, but still wearing “beautiful” equipment, chased by 1,000 rebels like rabbits to escape.
Soldiers should talk about meters, but if they go too far… that can only count as an instrument squad.
“Well, my general.” Dewey smiled and waved at Lombardon, then looked at the old cigarette and said warmly, "I guess you know what I'm asking, don't you? ”
The old cigarette nodded and he sighed: "Sir, are you going to arrest me for desertion? ”
Indeed, this is what old cigarettes worry about the most. The punishment of deserters by the Imperial Army is unusually severe. There is no room for circulation... desertion, killing!
“Tell me about your experience, old cigarette.” Dewey smiled.
“I... was a royal forest army.” The old cigarette bit his teeth: “Just before Summer Festival Day, I served in the Imperial Forest Army for 12 years...”
Later, Smoke told the story of the 3,000 Imperial Guards who were ready to be examined on the day of the coup d 'état.
“... I was hit by an arrow, right here.” The old cigarette pointed to the wound on my chest: “I fainted, but I didn't die. Later, while cleaning up the battlefield, I was moved out of town as a corpse. In the middle of the night, I woke up and found myself lying in a pile of dead people. The surrounding quiet, distant burning sites are burning bodies in bulk, with rebels and our people. I didn't know if the rebels had won, or if we had won, so I didn't dare go out and I quietly left there... they were understaffed and there were too many bodies, there were thousands of bodies, but there were less than a hundred guards, so I quietly left there, and nobody noticed. ”
“And then what?” Dewey nodded.
“Then I snuck into a nearby town, slept in a farmer's haystack shack for an evening, and by noon the next day I woke up, I stole a dress, and I went down to the river to wash my wounds. Finally, when I was on the road, I was rescued by a group of merchants who told me that there was a coup d 'état in Didu, that I was a civilian… those days were very messy and many civilians in Didu were injured, my statement did not arouse suspicion, and the merchants gave me some medicine and food and then left. A few days later, I returned to Didu. ”
“You're back.” Dewey nodded: “So you should have known by then which side won the coup d 'état? If the royal family has won, why don't you return to the Imperial Forest Army? Those like you who fought bravely and were wounded on the day of the coup d 'état will be rewarded for their ultimate immortality. Why don't you go back? ”
The old smoke was silent, but Dewey noticed that this man in his thirties seemed to have a flame burning in his eyes!
“My lord, there are 3,000 of us, most of us dead. Especially the team I'm in, all my brothers are dead, and my squadron, our chief is dead, and I'm afraid I'm the only one who survives!” The old cigarette sounded a little excited and a little drier: “I worked there for twelve years, and I was loyal to the royal family, where I had my brother. A few of the people I work with, after each shift, we go for drinks, gambling money, and looking for women together. I remember when I broke my leg on a horse once, and my officer carried me back from the stables himself! But... they're all dead.” At the end of the day, the old smoke sounds a little dry: “They're all dead. ”
Dewey didn't speak, Lombardon hesitated for a moment, bit his lip and didn't say a word.
“I remember their names, they're all my brothers. My chief, Chief Hank, he's a good officer, he's demanding of us, and he's still inviting us to his house for drinks when we're off duty. And Luisa, I owed him 16 bronze horns when I gambled. And Len, one of the guys on our team, before the coup day, we had a fight over robbing a girl, and I wanted to apologize to him afterwards... but..." The old smoke suddenly shook up, as if it were so clumsy, and the fact was repeated:
“But they're all dead. ”
“But their death is not your fault.” Dewey looked into this old cigarette's eyes: "They were killed by the rebels. You're lucky you're not dead. Why don't you go back? ”
Instead of answering Dewey's words, he asked Dewey a question:
“Lord Duke, what happened on the day of the coup d 'état, came to pass in the Emperor, and everyone knew what was going on.” The old cigarette had a little grey in its eyes. His eyes were originally pale grey. At this moment, it seemed like a dying man: “My lord, His Royal Highness Prince Chen, he became the King of Regents. On the day of the coup d 'état, he was ready, he knew the Grand Prince would rebel! He knew. He knew everything! So he set up so many backhanders, he won easily. Now, he's the Regent, and in the future, he'll be emperor. Am I right? ”
Dewey suddenly thinks he understands the heart of this middle-aged man in front of him!
“If Prince Chen knew already, why didn't he stop it? ”
“Prince Chen, if he already knew, why should 3,000 of us die? ”
“If Prince Chen knew earlier, why didn't he do something before the coup d 'état? ”
“Prince Chen, since he already knew...”
None of these questions could be answered by Dewey, or he knew the answer but could not say it.
“Dear Duchess, do you find this unanswerable?” Old Smoke laughed bitterly: “I know myself, actually. ”
He took a deep breath: "Because Prince Chen never intended to stop the coup d 'état beforehand, he needed the coup d 'état to get rid of the Grand Prince, he needed the coup d 'état! So, the 3,000 of us, the chess pieces that he abandoned, are the bait that he abandoned, the death of 3,000 of us can make the Grand Prince mistakenly think that the coup is going well... 3,000 of us must die, because in Prince Chen's plan, at the beginning, we were abandoned. ”
Finally, Smoke concluded: "I understand all this. ”
Dewey sighed, while Lombardon beside her suddenly hit him hard on the table.
“I am a Royal Forest Army.” The old cigarette sounds heavy: “I used to be so loyal to the royal family that whenever the thorny flower flag pointed to the place, I was willing to go to bathe blood and fight with my life! To defend the royal family! But that day, I was immortal, and then suddenly I found something ridiculous... the man I was loyal to, he didn't deserve my loyalty! ”
“I am a soldier, I will die in battle! But... I would never want to be betrayed to death! So, surviving me, refusing to serve the royal family again, I will not go back! ”
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