honor me as god

Chapter 9 Be My Dog
After the exchange, Kino put together his original savings, the money Milo gave just now, and the money exchanged with respect value, and made a calculation.

Chino before the crossing was very unclean, and he did not miss the money from the caravan, and I don't know how many smugglers like Mirlo among those people.

At the end of the count, Chino's money added up to about 1000 silver moons, a full 8 kilograms, which was equivalent to 20 years' salary of a civil administrator. According to his diary, he had only served as a civil administrator for three years.

Although Xilin Town is an important frontier town, the senior officials of Doguland will not run here for nothing, but once someone traces it, the origin of the money will become a big trouble, and it must be dealt with by some means.

Chino looked around and found an oil painting on the wall. It was very ordinary, and there was nothing outstanding about it. It was sold on the market for up to 20 copper moons.

He took it off and put it on the table.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and Palatine's trembling voice came from outside the door: "Sir."

Chino proceeded to wrap the painting and said lightly, "Come in."

As soon as Paladin entered the door, he staggered forward and knelt down behind Chino, all his hands, feet and foreheads touching the ground, in the most humble kneeling posture.

Kino turned his back to Palatine without looking at him: "Good morning, Palatine Centurion, what's the matter?"

Cold sweat kept pouring out of Paladin's forehead, and soon it gathered into a small circle of wet marks on the ground. His voice couldn't stop trembling: "I'm sorry. Lord Chino, please. Please don't kill me."

Chino chuckled: "Why should I kill you?"

Paladin was so scared that he couldn't even utter a complete sentence: "I I saw yesterday. You. Teven him at night."

Chino: "What did you see?"

"I saw you." When the words came to his mouth, Palatine was shocked, his eyes were scattered, and his voice was hoarse like rubbing sandpaper, "I didn't see anything! Nothing! Even if the gods came, I don't even think back to last night! Nothing. Nothing."

As he spoke, he beat his face hard, as if this would make him lose his memory.

Chino: "Since I didn't see anything, why should I kill you?"

Hearing the sound, Paladin seemed to have surfaced after drowning, the whole person relaxed suddenly, breathing in fresh oxygen.

He kept wiping his sweat, his face full of the look of the rest of his life: "Sir, let me ask one more question, why have you changed so much overnight? You were not like this before. Teven often made fun of you in public. , but you never"

Kino interrupted him. "Let's get straight to the point, Paladin. Do you want to serve me and always obey me. Or, do you want to be my dog?"

Paladin froze for a moment, fell on one knee, and slapped Kino on his chest: "Yes! I used to laugh at you with Steven, and I thought you were a... crap! But now I realize, that It's a terribly wrong idea! I hope you can ignore my previous stupidity and allow me to follow and serve you!"

Chino handed over the bottle filled with amnesia capsules: "Then I'll give you a mission. The 63 soldiers who attacked the Mirlo caravan yesterday are all part of your centurion. They should be eating breakfast now, you put this Sneak into the soup and make sure everyone eats it."

Paladin took the bottle with trembling hands. He thought it was poison, and said in despair, "You want to kill them all?!"

"So what?"

"Those are your soldiers. I. I will become a murderer."

Kino turned around and asked playfully, "Have you ever had a dog?"

Paladin shrank his head: "I raised it when I was a child."

"Do you like it?"

"Like, I cried for a long time when it died."

"Imagine if you ordered it to bite someone and it barked against you, would you still like it?"

The words in the words silenced Paladin.

He served in Shilling Township for more than ten years and is an out-and-out veteran.

But not long ago, there was a change of soldiers in Xilin Town. The centenarians he is now leading are all recruits, and he has no friendship with him, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a stranger.

For this reason, to poison 63 people in one go, even if they are not his friends, that would be murder!

It is not difficult to kill people on the battlefield, because that is the atmosphere of fighting.

Murdering one's own soldiers in the camp is a completely different pressure, let alone poisoning in the cafeteria.
Seeing that Paladin didn't speak, Kino continued to wrap the painting: "It doesn't matter, if you really can't do it, and I won't force it, we'll just pretend we haven't spoken."

Paladin's eyes were erratic, and all kinds of thoughts were surging in his heart.

Chino's meaning is obvious: if you want to be a dog, you should be good.If you don't want to be, just leave and end up with those soldiers.

To poison one's own people, this kind of thing is too cruel.

But
Is it worth taking your own life for the sake of 63 unfriended people?

Is your life important, or someone else's life?
I haven't lived enough in this life, how can I die here? !

I'd rather be sorry for others than for others to be sorry for me! ! !

Paladin's face scowled, and he grabbed the bottle and left the room.

Kino turned his face sideways and looked in the direction where Palatine disappeared, with a mysterious smile in his eyes.

After a while, Palatine came back, full of cold sweat, muttering at a loss: "They. After they finished eating, they all fell asleep, but they woke up soon, not dead, just a little confused. "

Chino chuckled and said, "You don't really think that I would be stupid enough to try to kill 21% of the soldiers in the town?"

Paladin only felt the tense nerves suddenly loosen, the whole person slumped on the ground, and let out a long breath: "God is above."

He sat for a while, then got up and asked cautiously, "Sir, what medicine did you feed them?"

Kino didn't answer directly, but changed the subject: "Since you have a dog, do you know what kind of dog is likable?"

Paladin thought for a while, then said tentatively, "Smart dog?"

Chino: "Why are smart dogs so cute?"

"Smart dogs, understand all the commands, and then they" Paladin frowned and mused, suddenly realizing something, he said solemnly, "they don't ask any questions. I won't ask any more questions, my lord."

A processor like Chino has processed too many people. As long as he looks into the eyes of the processed object, he can grasp the hidden emotions and judge the other person's mind.

Paladin's eyes had already told Chino that his surrender was sincere, and that he had passed the test.

Kino was new to the world, knew little about the world, and needed a guide, and Palatine just came to vote.

Perhaps one day in the future, Palatine will defect for various reasons, or serve him wholeheartedly until his death.

None of this matters.

The future can be planned in the future, he is now a very good "guide dog", that's enough.

(End of this chapter)