Chapter 705： long time no see

Bad Winder didn't know where he was taken, but it wasn't because he was blindfolded or transferred in a coma. In fact, the soldiers and officials responsible for the escorting did not ban him from looking around. He couldn't figure out. His own position and destination are simply because everything he sees on the road is beyond his cognition and imagination.

A city that is so prosperous and well-organized, a city with such a special and vibrant style, he thought that the Rock City near the plain of the Holy Spirit was already a stunned big city, but now he realized why the warden has been It is said that the city of Shishi is only a rapidly developing border market, and the real prosperity of the south is still more south.

Cecil City, the miracle capital at the foot of the Dark Mountain Range, is no wonder that the arcane master who lived with him suggested that he had the opportunity to come here after he woke up.

It is hard for Bud to imagine how the pioneering leader of a barren land four years ago developed into such a historical and complex classical architecture (such buildings often take longer to build, the more ancient cities In terms of the number of such buildings, the city is still too young, but its prosperity and vitality are only the life of the former General Tifeng.

He recalled the southern situation when he was rushed to evacuate due to the failure of the mission. This is not the case here.

The magic-driven mechanical vehicles slid smoothly through the wide and clean roads. From time to time, you can see crystals floating in the air for urban facilities, and holographic projections flashing at intersections, squares, etc. The news and scenery from faraway areas are close at hand, and the energetic pedestrians greet each other on the road, and there is no such thing as a stagnation of the weather as the weather is getting colder.

The heavily armed **** soldier sat next to him, but only watched Budd’s actions, did not stop this special “superior criminal” from looking around, until he approached the city center, he heard the prisoner himself escorted suddenly. The opening broke the silence: "...I heard that during the war of the Holy Spirit, the city made a steel that was consumed in the past by the entire kingdom for a month and sent it to the front line..."

The soldier looked at Bard and saw that the prisoner suddenly raised the matter, but he nodded with pride: "Yes, but this is only the part mentioned in the newspaper. In fact, the battlefield of the Holy Spirit Plain continues. More than a month, the factory turned out to be not only steel."

"...Yes, there is still such a way..."

The prisoner gave a sigh of ambiguity, the content was inexplicable, and then fell silent again, continued to stare out at the window, never talked again.

The soldier shook his head. This is indeed an inexplicable guy.

The vehicle passed the avenue, crossed the Pioneer Square, and was led to a large building by another team of soldiers.

Bud was silent and obeyed the car.

After being suddenly put in jail and riding a eccentric magic vehicle escorted by soldiers and armed with armor, he vaguely realized who wanted to see himself, and he had no resistance to the fate. idea.

The soldiers were rigorous and responsible. Although Bard showed the highest level of cooperation throughout the entire process, the soldiers carried out the handover and escorting process in a meticulous manner, and introduced Bard into the building as a former General Tiefeng and a member of the cult. In the heart of the dark calculation of the entire process, the conclusion is that even if you have the heart to escape, I am afraid there is no way to live a hundred meters alive.

Every soldier here has a magical reaction. The magical props that once bombed themselves into serious injuries are their most basic equipment, not to mention the hidden magical organs and monitoring devices. When he burned a newspaper in the bar, he led a whole team of security players. In this seemingly important facility, there would be more similar monitoring devices.

Obviously these soldiers are just ordinary people.

Bud lowered his head and walked forward under the leadership of the soldiers.

But more than 90% of the world's people... are ordinary people.

The soldier stopped in front of a door, nodded to the gatekeeper, and then pushed forward on Bard's shoulder: "After entering, keep respectful and wish you good luck."

In the room, Gao Wen saw a long-lost face appearing in front of himself, although only a few years ago, but in the enhanced memory, the face of this face is still very clear.

Compared with a few years ago, this face is obviously decadent, the beard and hair are neglected, and the eyes are no longer the pride and self-confidence, whether it is the haze of the cultist or the former general of the wolf. Sharp and sharp, it seems to have disappeared.

But when Bud went to the center of the room and met Gao Wen’s gaze on the front, there was a slight change in the decadent eyes.

His eyes recovered some of his gaze, and then he tried to stand up straight, sorted out the gray-white prison uniform, and whispered: "Greetings to you, Gao Wen? Cecil."

His attitude is like a captured general facing a monarch of another country.

This is a bit ironic. He thought that many years ago, he gave up his glory and chose to devote himself to a grand but dark career. But many years later, when he fell to the extreme, he actually stood up straight. .

"We met again, Mr. Bad Wendell," Gao Wen looked at the other side calmly. He didn't immediately swear by the swearing, nor did he ridicule and ridicule. "The priest of all things will die, the wolf general of the Tifeng empire." ...I didn't really think that these days you are just under my eyes."

General Wolf General... Hearing this title that had been abandoned by himself, Bard’s eyes were only calm. He looked at Gao Wen’s eyes: “It seems that you have investigated me a lot.”

"It’s just that I have some channels," Gao Wen smiled. "I just didn't expect it when I heard that a strange prisoner was rushing to eat and drink in the prison of Shishicheng." It’s you... I didn’t have to feel the wonders of fate until I saw your name appear in the report.”

"I didn't expect to see you again in this situation," Bard frowned slightly. "So since you have found out... it seems that my comfortable days are over."

"You have committed a lot of crimes as a priest of all things, but to be honest, I am not coming to judge you today," Gao Wen looked at the eyes of Bad Windel. "Cesil advocates the rule of law and justice. When you last appeared on this land, Cecil had not ruled the South. I could not use the law of today to try the crimes of the former dynasty, but I was qualified to do the trial for what you did at Leslie. There are others."

Bard stunned, and as he slammed the gods, another door on the side of the room was opened.

A tall, skinny, slightly pale face, carrying a decorative cane, a middle-aged man in a dark blue coat walked out of the door.

Viscount Andrew Leslie, former leader of Leslie, the current governor of Tanzania.

Bud fixedly watched the man who was coming to himself. Compared with the memory, today's Viscount Andrew is not weakened by the increase of age, but looks like a little spirit, and has less pale face. A bit morbid, it looks more like a normal skin tone. It seems that the new life has greatly improved the health of the "noble lord."

Andrew Leslie has not taken any harmful potions for nearly two years.

Build and manage a thriving new city, watching the territory grow up and under its own governance, and be more happy than he ever imagined.

"Victor Andrew," after a few seconds of confrontation, Bard finally broke the silence. "You look good."

Andrew’s deep eye socket seemed to be jumping like a flame. He stared at the person in front of him and slowly lifted his cane against Bard’s chest: “Do you remember what you did in the town of Tanzan?”

"The memory is still fresh."

"My daughter, until today, it is still very difficult to communicate with people. One third of the people who survived your evil rituals can't return to normal life until now," Andrew said slowly, as if he was working hard. To use that cane as a sword to penetrate into Bard's body, "not to mention those who have not survived... Do you have anything else to say?"

Bud did not stand in the same place: "Gallows or the capital can be, you can also be sentenced to fire according to the treatment of the cultists. My only requirement is not to disclose my name after this. If it is excessive, then please Pour lead in my skull, if there is a skull remaining after the fire."

In the custom of the northern and eastern ethnic groups of Tifeng, the filling of lead in the skull has a special meaning, which means that all the sins of the deceased are left on the deceased themselves, that is, no redemption and forgiveness, no sin and no sin. The stigma is passed on to any relatives and friends and to their own family.

There is a similar saying in Ansu (Cesier), except that the practice of the northern kingdom is to wear a nail on the skull of the deceased, but no matter which one, the premise is that the deceased must be required before the death of the deceased. This is the embodiment of the human race's thought of "soul inheritance" in the field of life and death.

Viscount Andrew stared at Bard's eyes: "I thought you would argue to emphasize your stay at the time, or to emphasize that you are also tempted by cult thoughts."

"If a person can get acquittal after a crime with just a few excuses or one or two seemingly justifiable reasons, then all the gallows in the world can be dismantled," Bard said calmly. "You can sentence me to death or choose to forgive. This is your power, but I myself... nothing to say."

The room was quiet for a while, and the Viscount Andrew stared at Bud for a long time before suddenly pulling his mouth and slowly putting his hand off: "I didn't expect that you are now human. What is this? Look at the life." ?"

"Humanity... I always have it," Bud slowly closed his eyes. "Just... I thought that that great cause deserved me to throw humanity and the bottom line together..."

"Any business that needs to abandon humanity and the bottom line is not worthy of being called 'great'. It is just a collective carnival created by a group of lunatics in the illusion of self-satisfaction and self-movement," Count Viscount interrupted Bard's words. It was a sentence written by Gao Wen in a recent newspaper commenting on the cultists. Then he paused and said slowly in the sight of Bud’s amazement and surprise. "But these are not important now, Your farce ends with your self-destruction, and you... I will not kill you."

"You don't kill me?" Bud looked at the Viscount Andrew with amazement. "Why?"

"Don't misunderstand, as you said, people are not so easy to be cleaned after committing crimes. I don't kill you. It doesn't mean I have forgiven you, just because you can have bigger than death. effect."

As he spoke, the Viscount Andrew turned his head and looked at the high-text that sat quietly watching him all the time. "Look, let him go. If he can come back alive, it may mean that he should not die." ”

Gao Wen frowned. "Are you sure? We are not without exploration now, you don't have to be affected by this..."

"He is the priest of all things, the one who is supposed to be judged, and there are such suitable candidates. Why should the brave soldiers form a death squad," said the Count of Andrew, with a firm and serious expression. "Today, I want to find the first time." It’s not easy for two living things to die.

"If this is your wish," Gao Wen nodded after a brief indifference. "I am permission."

Although he was confused about what happened, Bud could understand that the other person might be life-threatening to arrange something for himself, but it could be used to exchange his life.

Although he is ready for the death penalty, if he can't die, he will naturally not refuse.

"What do you want me to do?"

Gao Wen glanced at Bard: "Go to your lapel that is out of control."