Son of the Tower

Chapter 296 Who Will Prove Them
Mars sat on the sofa, watching a TV that had just been repaired by the engineering department, and the prefects and sub-principals of all grades also arrived.

In the news tonight, the attack that took place at the High Tower was defined as a rebellion, and all members of the Red Tigers were stripped of their military uniforms and military status. The High Tower will hand over all the prisoners of the Red Tigers to court martial.

A third-year deputy head got up angrily and wanted to leave when he saw this, but Mars stopped him.

"Why, Your Excellency, do you think there is any justice above this high position?"

"There is no justice in politics, sit next to your prefect," Mars said.

Young Catio the Wolf sat down.

The young host in the news still kept his smile: "The high-ranking officials are voting on whether to equate this behavior with the corruption of the Chaos sect."

"In the Indochina Peninsula and the Archipelago, if you get involved with the Chaos Sect, you will definitely die. Are they going to kill all those captives?" asked the second-year little lamb tremblingly. Her strength was very strong. Good, but her mood didn't keep up with her excellence.

"Keep watching." Mars said in a word.

"All members of Gaowei will condemn this incident and express the heaviest apology to all apprentices who were injured and died in this incident. Gaowei will complete the definition of compensation as quickly as possible."

The fifth grade prefect gave a piss, and he turned his head away from watching TV.

"Yu Xianzhe, Dean Chao, and all the sages who just woke up, and all the high-ranking members including the high-ranking speaker attended today's meeting... Wait a minute, there is new news, the vote has passed, Red Tiger The wargroup will have its serial number cancelled, and all members will be thrown into the deep pit mines in the Indochina Peninsula for redemptive excavation, Yu Xianzhi forgives them on behalf of the tower."

Mars looked at the young announcer, she was maintaining her smile, and finally he said: "Speaking of which, an announcer is also a very hard job, as mortals without spiritual power, they can only use this kind of No matter how you have to maintain a smiling expression and manage your ability to earn food money, you should see what she has paid to survive."

"Your Excellency, isn't the tower upholding justice? Why did the mentor forgive them?" The first-year prefect looked at Mars, and the little squirrel beside him was already crying.

"The mentor is not forgiving those soldiers, he is forgiving those behind-the-scenes hosts, why." Natasha gritted her teeth and asked, as the deputy head of the sixth grade, she didn't understand what all this was for.

"No, the instructor is forgiving those soldiers, otherwise they will have a dead end." Mars stood up after speaking, and as the announcer changed to another person, and began to comment on current events, he knew that it was all over: " Don't discuss, don't comment, everything will be discussed when the tutor comes back."

When Mars walked to the door, he looked at everyone who was still sitting there: "Aren't you planning to order dinner, or are you planning to stop eating or drinking until you complete your revenge?"

The children sitting or leaning on the sofa all stared round, and they pricked up their ears, as if they just misheard something.

Mars shook his head: "The mentor forgives them because the mentor does not want to let this land fall into chaos. The high-ranking gentlemen are also human spirits. It is even more difficult to catch them, but their descendants may not necessarily .”

Having said that, Mars watched these boys stand up, and as a veteran in the world of taking care of children in the tower, Mars nodded: "That's right, now everyone goes back to their grades for lunch, first graders Come with me, child, and I will take you for a few more days."

The two little guys in the first grade followed Nirvana. Nirvana's performance was the best among all the people just now, and Tsubaki should be the same, but her father rushed over, and she had to go and receive him.

"Chief, is what you just said true?" the first-year little rabbit asked timidly.

"Did I say anything just now?" Mars asked with a smile.

The little rabbit still wanted to ask, but the little squirrel behind him understood. The little girl pulled the rabbit's ears to make him shut up.

Mars arrived at the scene with two little guys - this time the first grade was very creative and did not choose the boss by fighting, but by drawing lots.

So that's why these two little guys were picked.

But the first graders are obviously willing to gamble and admit defeat. After all, everyone now knows that prefects and everything are mascots, and everyone has to listen to the words of His Majesty the Sage, Mr. Dai Sage and the chief.

Unlike before, there were still some activities to challenge the chief, and the challenger could still win from time to time. Now what do you use to win, do you have a brain?

Mars instructed the two little guys to tell the first-year students to line up with the beast race as the boundary, and the merged team with fewer queues is the fastest and best way to fill the stomachs of all the little guys who are waiting for food.

After everything was arranged, Mars walked aside. Only then did Nie speak: "Are you telling them the truth?"

"...Is it wrong for the soldiers who obeyed the order to die?" Mars asked back.

Nirvana shook her head: "The bastards who let the soldiers die for their own interests deserve to die."

"Because of this, I feel sad for the soldiers, whose loyalty has been misdirected, who gave their lives to their Chapter Master, who did not cherish one iota of it, who gave their My life became a sacrifice for his revenge... That's why I killed that man with my own hands, he betrayed his subordinates, and he deserves to die." Speaking of this, Mars thought of those apprentices who died of serious injuries with soldiers.

They were loyal to their beliefs, but died because of the tricks of some conspirators...the world is not fair.

Thinking of this, Mars looked at Nie: "I believe that the mentor has his reasons, so he spared the deaths of the soldiers. Maybe he used this as a condition to save those people from their deaths... But they have family background after all, There are descendants, maybe in the eyes of others, these guys can’t be punished for doing wrong things, but in our eyes, everyone has to pay the price for his choice, maybe one day we will become the traitors and traitors recognized by this land. Vermin, but at least we'll have a clear conscience."

Having said that, Mars held out his hand.

Nie smiled and put her hand in Mars's: "I always thought you were a realist."

"A word I often say, let us embrace our ideals and let us face reality." Mars said this, and led Nie to the direction where Mrs. Bohr was.

We are swordsmen, and the swords in our hands that belong to the tower will eventually point to the wicked.

(End of this chapter)