Whispers of the Gods

Chapter 59

"It will succeed." Rudomir replied firmly, his blue eyes fixed on the dancing flames on the firewood pile. "Everyone knows that we must succeed, and there is no retreat but only advance on this road."

Poacher Werther drank the wine in the leather carafe without shaking.

"How does it feel?" Rudomir asked him.

"Much better, thank you, my lord." Werther held the leather water bottle between his palms, and handed the water bottle to Rudomir respectfully.

"Those people who were with you in the forest before, who are your people?" Rudomir asked.

"They are all villagers of Majie Village, just like me. We live by farming." Werther looked at Ludomir and murmured.

"But your labor cannot feed your families," Rudomir said.

"Yes, we tried, we really tried, but... here, if you don't violate the laws set by the Duke, you can't live." Witte's eyes are dim, "Evading taxes, stealing and looting , smuggling and poaching..."

Gradually, his eyes became resolute, "Different crimes, the same method of death and place of burial, but if you don't do it, you will die sooner. That's how we committed the capital crime in order to survive."

"It is a pity that your companions did not survive," Rudomir said.

"They thought you and your subordinates were the Duke's subordinates," Witte said, "There are not only traps we planted for hunting in the forest, but also traps planted by the lords for us."

Except for Werther, the other four poachers stepped on the trap clips specially set for them in the process of escaping.Even if they survived the blood loss, they couldn't keep up with their march.

"You are here to survive, and they are here to kill." Yaroste said angrily, "On the territory of the Korva family, at least you don't need to rely on poaching to make a living."

"Werther, son of Bobic," Rudomir said, looking at him, "you are a condemned criminal, I can execute you, or return you to the duke's men, let them hang you.

But I offer you the second way, join us, we will let you eat every meal, we will train you, equip you, and fight with us. "

The light of the fire on the firewood pile shone on Werther's thin face, and he said hesitantly: "But...but I still have my family, and they need me."

"You can't even support yourself now," Yaroste shook his head, "Poacher, I speak bluntly, but I don't lie. Join the Black Army, at least you still have a way to survive, try to forget you family, if you can’t do it, try harder.”

Perhaps Yaroste, who was born as a commoner, can understand Werther's feelings better, Rudomir thought.

Werther looked at the two in embarrassment, but did not speak for a long time.

"The money you get here is enough to feed your family." Rudomir reminded him, "I vouch for you as Lord of the Black Army and Prince Vivalia."

"Lord Rudomir Korva never breaks his word." Yaroste wanted to reassure him.

He seemed to care more about his family than his own life.Werther replied: "Okay, I will join you, Lord Korva."

"Very good," Rudomir stood up, "Heal your frostbite first, and my people will arrange positions and beds for you. Yaroste, come with me."

Yaroste got up and followed him, and the two of them walked all the way to the edge of the cliff halfway up the mountain.

"My lord, forgive me." Yaroste asked, "But if you decided to let him join the Black Army, why did you treat the poacher like a death row criminal along the way?"

"Before lighting the fire, I didn't consider letting him live through tomorrow." Rudomir said, looking at the looming stalagmite-shaped mountain.The air was thin and crisp, and the fires of the people behind them crackled.

"So what changed your mind?" Yaroste pressed.

"I have seen many wicked people, and I have killed countless wicked people," Rudomir replied. Human traffickers from the Sith Empire, even pirates from the Freedom League.

Although they are all extremely cruel, they all have one thing in common, that is, when they die, they will beg for mercy and pee their pants for their worthless lives.

Because they are the most selfish bastards and cowards who are most afraid of death. What they are most reluctant to part with is their own interests and lives.

But Werther is different. He has determination, the determination to die.He knew that one day he would be caught and executed, which only made him gradually fearless. "

"But he is still just a farmer, and he can only do some odd jobs in the army." Yaroste said.

"Between a brave peasant and a warrior who fears death, I will always choose the peasant," said Rudomir. "Bravery is as contagious as cowardice."

"You are right." Yaroste agreed.

"Your son Servoch, how old is he?" Rudomir asked.

"Four years old, what's wrong?" Yaroste asked suspiciously.

"And then your wife got pregnant again," Rudomir said.

"Yes," Yarost said with a smile, "Emilia said she asked the priest and the child would be a boy."

"Then congratulations in advance," Rudomir patted his deputy on the shoulder, "These people are the reason you fight, your family, your wife, your children. You are responsible for feeding them, and you fight for them .

Werther, like you, has his family too.Perhaps there are more of them here, and the Black Army needs more men. "

When Rudomir threatened him with death, the first thing Werther thought of was his family.

"So what are you fighting for, my lord? Are you also a family member?" Yaroste asked.

Rudomir smiled, and did not answer the deputy's question, but kept looking at the end of the valley between the two peaks, his ears echoed with childish laughter and words.

The black soldiers behind them also hummed softly "Wandering of the Sword".

"When winter is long,

When I choose to start wandering from here,
Not because of that distant love,
But for the home in front of me.
-
I am full of sorrow,
But here I must drop my sorrow,

I will write songs with joy,
In this Vivaria Great Plains.
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When the wind and frost have not come,
When I chose to wear this black armor,
Not because of that warm home,
But for this cold sword.
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I am full of joy,
But I have to leave my smile here,

I will sing a song out of sorrow,
In this Vivaria Great Plains. "

(End of this chapter)