Law of the Devil

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(Chapter 1 today ~)

Chapter 486 [You don't deserve it]

Dewey didn't let innocent people die… even he did it himself.

But at this moment, looking at this innocent seamstress in front of me, looking at this man with tears in his eyes, that powerless cry, unable to control his own destiny sadness... all of a sudden, Dewey felt he couldn't say a word.

What can I say?

Did I tell him he was sacrificing me to take care of the big picture? In order not to give the royal family and the Church the opportunity to turn their faces upside down, not to allow the evil religious forces to continue to expand, and if the Church overwhelms the emperor's dignity, will the Church in the future further keep the central government out of sight? Or did I tell him that killing him alone would avoid more bloodshed and friction?

Nice, that's the way it works. Even for some time, Dewey has become accustomed to looking down on the “high ground" and judging, measuring, and then making what he thinks is a noble decision: deciding who is to be sacrificed and who is to be left behind to be preserved.

Yes, sometimes Dewey struggled, hesitated, contradicted. But then he got numb, and he convinced himself inside: these are the right things! I'm “looking at the big picture."

But...

Now, looking at the groom in front of him, looking at the tears of this innocent tailor, he suddenly finds it really hard to say the so-called "look at the big picture”.

Groom's words are actually very simple, very straightforward, no depth whatsoever - but that's the depth that keeps Dewey from answering or even saying a word:

“I don't understand, I'm a good person, I haven't missed anything, I treat my job with all my heart, I love my family... but why should I die somehow? Yes, I'm a little man, a little ant, but my life can be arbitrarily deprived? ”

Just because I'm a little man, a termite, I'm going to be sacrificed?

Can my life be taken at will?

why?

Who gives you the right to decide who to sacrifice and who not to sacrifice?

Who gave you that power?

When this thought flashed in Dewey's head, all of a sudden he was sweating cold!!

Look at the tears of this tailor in front of you, the kind of hopelessness, anger that can't struggle...

Dewey couldn't help but ask herself: What am I to judge and decide the fate of a person at will?

What's the difference between me, Prince Chen, us... and that bitch of the Goddess of Light?

Yes, we stand tall, looking down on the world, deciding the fate of these ants down there with what we think of as "grandeur.”

But what are we? Is it God? Do we really have the right to deprive anyone of their life?

Gu Big picture? So sacrifice? But the sacrificed man, what about his will? Can you just ignore it?

What about the so-called "little people” like Groom? From his standpoint, he just wants to live his life in peace and save his humble life... What's wrong with him?

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Even Dewey herself has always felt very clearly: one's heart is getting colder, harder, cold-blooded and cruel.

But again, all along, Dewey himself felt that there was nothing wrong with that. This is the world. If you don't eat people, then you wait to be eaten. A lot of things, if you're soft, then waiting for you is a much more tragic end.

So when he sent that beautiful woman to the prairie, the bright moon-like wave of eyes did not soften Dewey's heart, even though he struggled in the aftermath, but he still strongly encouraged himself: it was forced, it was right!

Perhaps, today, meeting a more mediocre, innocent man like Groom suddenly restored that warmth to Dewey's already cold heart.

Yes... the girl at the time, she went irreversibly, she didn't refuse, she went with a sacrificial attitude... so Dewey doesn't seem to have thought this far.

But where's Groom? He was forced! He was forced to go. He couldn't go. He didn't want to die, but he had to die.

And this time, although the decision maker was not Dewey, he was a faithful implementer.

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“I guess I'm still not hard enough.” After pacifying the poor tailor, Dewey walked out of the hall. The effort of the day was not in vain, at least Dewey was full of confidence in that feast the day after tomorrow.

But when the night breeze blows on his face, he doesn't feel a little relaxed.

Yes, your heart is soft...

Even Dewey herself can't tell what she's thinking right now. Perhaps it's just a temporary episode of compassion.

He looked up at the sky, quickened his steps, decided to go back to his room and change his clothes before heading back to the Duke's House tonight, as he had already sent his guard elder cigarette to hire Mr. Lan Haiyue.

But when Dewey returned to his temporary residence in the palace, he suddenly slowed down when he walked into the courtyard!

In his squinted eyes, he flashed a glimmer. He subconsciously looked at the two court waiters in the courtyard. The two young waiters were sweeping the snow in the courtyard with a broom. He saw Dewey walking in from afar and bowing down to salute him. Their faces looked normal and nothing changed.

And Dewey, staring at his bedroom.

Looking back, the court guard outside the courtyard was also very calm...

Dewey's face revealed a slight unconscious smile and slowly walked away, waving at the two waiters: “Get out, don't let anyone in the yard without my orders. ”

After that, he walked up to the door of his room and pushed the door in.

In the dark room, Dewey walked to the wall and lit the fireplace. In the light of the bear, he turned around and smiled. “I wanted to see you. I didn't expect you to come first. ”

As he turned around, behind him, on a soft bench, Blue Haiyue looked at Dewey with a smile, Mai's body wrapped in a blanket and shrunk in a soft chair.

Dewey lit the fireplace, and the old man stretched his neck against the warm flame and sighed slowly: “Still lit the fire and some. Alas, people get old and their bodies just don't work. ”

“I didn't expect you to come see me first.” Dewey thought to himself, "Didn't I ask you to wait for me at my Duke's house? ”

Blue Haiyue blinked: "But, Duchess, didn't you write a word 'urgent’ on the palm of someone's hand? Since it was urgent, I was free anyway, so I came first. You, however, are a national minister. ”

Dewey snorted, snapped, unwrapped a bottle of wine and gave a hint of pleasure to the Blue Sea. The old man shook his head: "I'm old and alcohol is not for me. ”

Dewey raised his head and gave himself a big sip, which finally soothed him, as if to exhale all the depression in his heart with this breath, and he looked at the old man: “When you came in, nobody noticed? ”

Blue Haiyue smiled slightly: “I'm afraid the palace has not yet detected my whereabouts of the strong. ”

Dewey nodded: “That's true. ”

With Blue Hyatt's skill, one of the three great disciples of Snow Mountain, the world is better than his people, a few fingers can count. The Emperor as a whole, maybe someone in the Temple can make Blue Sea happy, but in the palace - there's not even a sacred step.

“I have a long, long story to tell you, sir.” Dewey dropped the bottle and smiled bitterly: “I need some intelligent advice now, or... guidance. I can't think of anyone else as intelligent as the ocean. ”

Blue Hai smiled peacefully, those eyes that did not match his old age, bright as stars.

Dewey wasn't polite with the university, and didn't even mean a bit of vigilance, so he started talking straight away.

He began to talk about the criminals of the North, then mentioned that the Dragon Nation Shenshan had fallen, and the vast number of criminals would invade in the near future...

When he finished this passage, he noticed the look on Blue Haiyue's face, but the old man's face was calm, as if nothing unexpected had happened.

“Do you... know?” Dewey frowned.

“Should I be surprised?” Blue Hyatt's voice is very handsome: “I know some ancient legends, some ancient records on the snowy mountains. Moreover, in recent years, the empire has suddenly changed the old drag, wiped out the Northwest Army by thunder, stabilized the interior, spent a lot of money to expand the army, and built up that ‘Kabaski Line of Defense' in the North at no cost - oh, by the way, that's a terrible name you named it. Well, anyway, smart people can tell who you're up against by putting so much effort into the North. Think again of the legends… it's not hard to guess the answer. And, don't forget, Philip is my student. ”

Dewey shrugged her shoulder: “I knew it. ”

“I only have three years.” Dewey laughed bitterly: “Of course, it's almost half past three years now. I have to be ready for the most part. The more you prepare, the better! I must pull out all possible destabilizing factors in the shortest possible time! So I have to take some unconventional approaches to the means of doing things...”

“You mean some vile, filthy, cruel means?” Blue Hai Hyatt asked indifferently.

“…” Dewey nodded, stunned for a moment: “But so to speak. ”

Later, Dewey quickly said the sudden and sudden death of the old emperor, as well as the current problem of his own side, to Happy Blue Sea without any cover.

When he talked about Prince Chen and his conspiracy to prepare a double to cover his eyes at the feast the day after tomorrow, he mentioned this poor tailor named Groom and his intolerance.

“When he said 'unfair’, I really felt a little strange.” Dewey sighed: “I suddenly couldn't understand what I was doing. Even… I have some doubts. Well, do you understand what I'm saying? ”

“Probably understand something.” Blue Hyatt's tone suddenly has a few taunting flavors: “Suddenly my conscience finds out, right? ”

“... sort of.” Dewey heard the mockery, but he didn't care.

He looked at the wise old man in front of him, and his eyes filled with anticipation.

After a long time, Blue Haiyue moved her body a little closer to the fire, and then his eyes looked at the fire in the fireplace and sighed, softly in a disdainful tone: “Too bad, what a pity... Dewey, I thought you were now a true leader. I was pleased and appreciative of your progress. But... Hmm, from what you've said today, you're still far from it!! Compared to Prince Chen, you are a child without hair. I'd really like to persuade you, if that's what you really are, why don't you take advantage of the fact that you're still spoiled, resign your Northwest Lord status to Prince Chen, surrender your military rights, and move your family to a small city in the south to live a mediocre farmer's life. Because... you don't deserve it! ”

This harsh and brutal rhetoric left Dewey stuck.

He stared at Blue Hyatt and asked in astonishment, "Am I listening right? Mr. Lan Haiyue, I asked you for some guidance, and you scolded me? I don't deserve it?”

(Chapter 1 arrives, continue later)

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