Tower of Karma

"There's a settlement on that side of the cedar. Well, you know, the neighbors are always like each other, or they're not close anyway. Nobody knows where it started anymore."

Yulan had a complex look on his face when he heard the upside of it.

"It's bad that they hired mercenaries. Actually, a little while ago, another mercenary group came to sell in. I said no at that time... but if they come back in the spring..."

"You think they'll hire you?

"Naturally you'd hire me. He's poking his sword at me. This way, too."

"... it will be a battle."

"It will, and they want it too"

Alfred is silent. This case is just a trigger. I guess the problem is, as Yulan put it, deep-rooted and difficult to cure. This is also, in a sense, a tragedy created by disease, the fighting instincts and the sense of territory that man possesses.

"... ah"

Alfred noticed. Sure, root must be a difficult problem. But wouldn't the timing be too good? Would it be so likely that a mercenary regiment would come into contact here in advance and there as well?

No, there can't be such a thing in such a despicable place.

"The schemers, the mercenaries? They're glue."

"I guess. You're tired. You know that. Maybe the beginning is this way. A mercenary group told this settlement, only tell it to that settlement over there, and let one hire it. Make a scene, show yourself, and let us hire you too"

"... I'm sure the mercenaries will blow up"

"Oh, and with an advance. This way, we just have to drink it."

"On that side, I'm sure an advance and an instalment of rewards for results. I mean, if they're glue, this is the one to lose, right?"

"It will. It's all speculation, but that's probably the scenario."

Alfred sits well in momentum. Not if you're resting. Right now...

"Yelena, hold the patient."

Yelena, a small body, restrains Alfred disappointingly. I never knew before, but she was very powerful. Strong enough that the boy you're working out can't move.

"You're strong, aren't you? Her mother is from Anatolia, the underground city of Darvaza, the only human survival zone in the desert of the unstoppable. There are clans that continue to repeat the multiplication that specializes in aptitude. The strong are the strong among themselves. The fast legged are the fast ones. So is retarded. His mother was more powerful than I've ever seen in a Lawrence woman. It looked luxurious."

"Oh well...... that doesn't matter now!? Why are you stopping?"

"Then I'll stop. It's pointless."

"Meaningless, I don't know what that means! Maybe we can save them. Makes sense!

Yulan sighs loudly.

"... I told you earlier, didn't I? They want it, too. Okay, here's the question. Do you think the rest of us, you, will warn them and they will listen? Do you honestly listen to them when they find out one young man has been killed and a clear hostility is being directed at them?

"... that's, but-"

"Speculation, me and you, we got there because it's probably the nature of thinking a little bit more than people, but you think they'll think the same way they've lived in this settlement, relaxed and comically? The answer is no. They don't think. To emotion, follow the flow. It's too late."

Yulan affirms. I know by reason. But Alfred's heart says he doesn't want to give up. There's got to be something. There are many ways you can save. There's a way we don't have to fight. Somewhere...

"Don't think weird. Come on, we're done talking nonsense. I'm going to bed. I'll take care of the rest, Yelena. He's your patient. Do as you please."

"... okay? Dad."

"It's a good practice bench, isn't it? I'm not gonna say anything."

"Yeah, good luck"

"... and if you can, I'll give it to Mr. Yulan."

"... Al doesn't want me?

It was an eye I didn't know if I had any emotions or not, but Alfred broke into an atmosphere that seemed somewhat snug. "Nice to meet you, doctor," he says, drooling.

"I'll take care of it. Treating lacerations is easy"

Alfred laughs bitterly at a confident Yelena. The unpleasant feeling was that the treatment was appropriate, but there were rarities such as inappropriate force exertion and subtraction, the likelihood of recurring dislocation at risk, or the ability to push and spread the wound when disinfecting the area of the laceration with alcohol, etc.

Naturally, every time Alfred screams, the tree spirits.

"... exaggerated"

"Not exaggerating. Really, ahhhhhhh!?

"Patience. You're a boy."

"Hey, Ma!?

Yulan, watching in the shadows, smiled with heartfelt joy.

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"So, you ignored my thankful advice, boy. You're getting more scratches."

Alfred, tied with a rope, had a blurry look.

"That's why I told you. They won't listen to you."

"If a group can't do it, if you sneak it to an individual, the flow will change."

The reason Alfred did this was to warn everyone in the settlement and move to put a stop to the situation. If all of a sudden speaking to a group of opponents would not arrive, it was an operation to talk to an individual individual who should have been able to do it relatively well and bury the outer moat.

One consciousness, two consciousness, three, four, then the flow changes. It was an act of belief, but in the end it was held down by all the snitchy settlers along the way, beaten several times after questioning, tied with rope and locked in the storage of the chief's house to this day.

"I don't know if you were born and raised in a big city, but this is a small settlement. I don't know where the ears are, and they give top priority to the sum of the groups in order not to isolate them. You can't live in isolation. Look, you're foreign. Neither will I. Neither will Yelena. It's pointless to talk to individuals, soon they'll share in a group. I won't take it in alone, I won't think about it"

"No, that's stupid. It's ridiculous. I can't believe I'm not listening to the right thing."

"How can people be right? My people are dead. Isn't it right that you want that revenge? My opponent has pulled out his sword for whatever reason. Is it wrong to pull this one out accordingly?

"If everyone dies as a result, you're wrong."

"Not everyone can think about the consequences. The world isn't full of smart guys, they're the ones who live with emotional priority. The right thing for them is to fight. The mistake for them is not to fight. I already told you it was too late. Give it up, you won't get sick. At their own discretion, they were just on their way to the end. That's all."

"It's too cold"

"If you step in any further, you'll get involved. Are you ready for that? Stopping their deaths means defeating the humans in that settlement over there. Mercenaries are not the only opponents. Are you prepared to kill people for the sake of the people who just took care of you somewhat?

Alfred didn't get the word out. The hand is still not stained with blood. Successfully killed each other. Alfred has won many victories, but the truth is he doesn't know the war yet. That hell that man's business is as it should be.

"Come on, I've already talked to the chief. Stay away from the settlement. I'll take care of him till spring. Then forget about this settlement and embark on a journey. That's what you do best."

"Do you have Yulan? I'm ready to get involved."

"I don't know. But I'm a doctor. I'm not gonna take my seat off any more than I know I'm gonna get hurt."

Only a doctor. I will not relinquish that responsibility, nor will I intend to step in any further. I'm thinking things through splitting them up firmly. I'm sure this is what you call an adult. Hard for me. 'Cause it's ridiculous that you have the right answer in front of you, but you don't try to take it. I wasn't convinced. their correctness.

That gap contributes to changing Alfred von Arcadia.