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Chapter 383: Chapter 0382: Farewell

The scarface mercenary groaned in pain, but the strong palm pulled him up from the ground.

Ken stared at his face, and added coldly: "You don't need pity, you just want an answer, right? You need me to stand between the southern border and the northern border..."

The scar-faced mercenary's muscles trembled, he clenched his teeth, and instead fell into shame and self-blame after being debunked.

He pulled out the steel sword and pointed it at the opponent's throat, although there were exclamations from around, he did not put it down for a long time. "You... are a hero, I need you to tell me the truth, we all need the truth..."

The absurdity in Ken's heart was infinitely magnified.

He slowly closed his eyes, feeling extremely painful inside.

Ken could never have imagined that the foundation of traditional prejudices and conspiracy theories in southern Xinjiang would be so deep-rooted. Even if everyone fought side by side and became a survivor of a catastrophe, they would still be entangled in such issues.

He opened his eyes, filled with anger.

Ken stared at the scarred face, and asked in a cold voice: "Captain René Malfoy, she is from the north. She was in charge of the beast sailboat and could escape, but she chose to stay and accompany us to die."

Ken knocked him down again with a fist swing.

"This fucking idea, stupid guess, why are you entangled in the northern and southern borders, you are real people, there are always some damn principles, and more noble things will override regional prejudices."

He pointed at the scarfaced mercenary's nose and cursed.

These words were also spoken to the other vendors present.

"The northern tribes will indeed guard against you, but this is their homeland. The invaders of the southern border empire have also cut off the heads of countless northern natives and hung them on the flag."

Ken scolded and picked up Scarface, and slapped him again.

"I'm so fed up with ridiculous explanations and stupid siding, you raise your sword and make your own choice."

Ken waited until the other party pointed the steel sword at him, then slowly turned around, approaching the onlookers step by step, staring at their faces with extreme frustration and regret, and said every word.

"This. Yes. Old. Son. The city that was taken down!" he said.

"From now on, it doesn't welcome prejudiced idiots. Either you declare war on me, or hang the damn badge on the wall for me, and then regret your stupidity and grief, and think again."

Everyone has seen Ken's furious appearance on a chaotic battlefield.

He has climbed up with serious injuries countless times, and rushed towards mutated monsters or densely packed troops.

But the enemies Ken faced this time were countless times more terrifying than the legendary creatures. That was the prejudice in people's hearts, and it was as unshakable as an ancient glacier.

He cursed and roared...

The scar-faced mercenary raised his sword and looked at him. After a short silence, he pointed the sword at the sky.

Swish, swish——

[Mercenary Etiquette: The First Ceremony]

[Description: The highest farewell etiquette for mercenaries, raising their weapons above their heads, means following them spiritually, and it is an act of showing favor with the other party as a target. 】

With a slight flick, Ken saw the badge clutched in the other hand he had been holding tight.

He stared into Scarface's eyes, turned indifferently and got on the horse, and said without looking back: "I don't need any vain honor, I only do things according to my own intention, no matter what it means to you, I just Just be myself."

Ken refused to follow, and walked slowly towards the city gate under the eyes of everyone.

Swish, swish.

Tomahawks, knives, and spear blades.

The people gathered at the gate of Ambera Ice Port City aimed all their weapons at the sky.

Ken sat high on the horse, his face remained unchanged, his expression was cold, he looked at the black ocean, and walked forward calmly. There were countless weapons and vendors bowing down to pay tribute.

Gray waves, calm sea breezes, and awed eyes.

【Reputation: +1420】

[Description: The popularity of the chamber of commerce has increased, and the popularity of mercenaries has increased.The tavern in the North and the shop on the old mountain pass will tell you about your bravery, and even in the most remote corners, there will be someone willing to help you. 】

Quinny Pandis is torn.

He smoked expensive tobacco and sat silently at the table. The rules he formulated had been engraved on the front of the hall, and there were many detailed rules that he was going to discuss with the merchants and mercenary leaders.

Ken really left, he didn't care about wealth and fame, but chose to pursue his own ambitions.

Quinny Pandis supported the arbitral tribunal with the help of Mahalu's reputation, but it does not mean that some people are willing to abide by the rules. Those in power have always maintained the default state, but no one can guarantee that in the near future, there will be I will not take back all these rights...

There are many things to worry about.

Quinny's tobacco burned slowly, like a hard-to-get rid of trouble, and a bad book slapped on his head.

"Damn it, why should I hesitate, it's better to abandon the mess and go out on an adventure with him."

Quinny grumbled and complained, but no matter what, this is an unforgivable interest for the guild. If the rich and nobles in the southern border want to continue to intervene in the northern trade and the ships in the Ambera Ice Port, they can only Sit down and negotiate terms with them honestly.

Rules are being established, but prestige takes time to accumulate.

When he was worrying, the whole building suddenly trembled violently, as if countless siege chariots were galloping towards the city, ready to break through the wall at any time, and drag him from the fortress to the ground to be executed.

"What's going on out there, who's there?"

Queenie screamed, almost scalding his fingers from the red-hot tobacco.

The waiter hurried in and said, "There are all mercenaries and heads of the chamber of commerce outside. Go and see, hammers and tools, big and small, are smashing around in our front hall."

Quinny Pandis picked up his coat, and rushed forward while running and crawling.

He has just taken over the mercenary chief court, whether it can be destroyed, neither the ruler nor Ken can explain.

But when Quinny came to the front hall, he found that the originally empty walls were now covered with emblems of all sizes, and the white walls were completely occupied.

More people came in, looked for cracks and corners, and nailed their emblems on.

The mercenaries looked at the name "Ken Maharu" engraved on the top, bowed slightly, and then left the room with their troops.

They are willing to abide by the rules set by the young man, as he himself said.

Guard the fruits of your own bloodshed and build a new order and future.

Quinny Pandis came to the square with the crowd, and the cold wind was blowing from the snow-fallen high ground. From here, he could vaguely see the gate of Ambera Ice Harbor.

He imagined the young man, leading the team, leaving with his head held high.

"It's really lucky to meet such a person as you. I wish you well, Mr. Ken."

Quinny spoke lightly, then turned and went back to the room.

He no longer complains and troubles.

(End of this chapter)