our family is gone

Chapter 484 The Purity of Heroes

When had Margaret ever been accused of this?

Her visit to Hamlet was not even a complete day, and she suffered so many accusations, which made her feel out of place here, as if the whole place was rejecting her existence.

"Do you think I've offended you?" Susan also noticed Margaret's strangeness, but her attitude did not improve. Instead, she asked, "Do you know what Hamlet was like when he didn't establish order?"

As soon as Margaret came back to her senses, she heard Susan's slightly excited words.

"There are robbers, bandits, and plunderers outside, and gangs, mercenaries, bureaucrats, and nobles inside. Ordinary people can't afford to offend anyone. The slightest inconvenience will be beaten and scolded.

Ordinary people are even killed without any care at all. We live in fear all the time without any sense of security at all.

Is this your freedom? "

Susan has followed Lance from the beginning to the present, and has experienced ups and downs. Although she is just an ordinary person, she understands the lower class society more clearly than Margaret, a person who was born into a noble family.

It is precisely experiencing this kind of life that allows her to speak such sharp words, because her mouth is not empty nonsense.

But it is for the first half of my life that was shrouded in suffering, and for the people who are also struggling to survive in this desperate environment.

"If you can take a gun on the street today, then tomorrow others will do the same. At this time, the gun is not aimed at any one person, but at each of us.

To maintain order is to protect ourselves. Do you want to live under the fear of a gun all the time, and worry about being killed by bullets fired from nowhere?

If this is the freedom you desire, then your freedom is nothing compared to order. "

Margaret was speechless and looked a little dull.

If it were before, Margaret might not be able to feel what Susan said, because in her opinion, the world has never been so exaggerated, at least the world she saw was not like this.

But the journey to Hamlet made her feel the real world. The casual life of aristocrats was completely unimaginable for ordinary people. What ordinary people need most is always safety and food, which are the two major elements of survival.

"Can you tell me about Hamlet?"

Margaret spoke in silence. Instead of saying anything about freedom, she asked about Hamlet.

Because she just heard some special words. Could it be that Hamlet wasn't like this before?
"Of course! There is nothing that cannot be discussed in Hamlet." Susan agreed with a smile, but then she mentioned an equally important thing.

"But we must at least finish breakfast first. Eating regularly can help us recover better."

When she mentioned this, Margaret suddenly seemed to realize something. Her uncontrollable hunger engulfed her mind, and her intestines and stomach kept moving and making noises like a donkey in a mill.

The two returned to the temporary house. Laura was still sorting out her weapons and equipment, and the other one was still awake.

Only then did Margaret realize that Susan had really been here before, because breakfast was on the table. She was running away and in a hurry to leave, so she didn't notice it.

"You eat first, I'll wake her up."

Susan went up to wake them up, and soon the three of them were gathered in the living room. Only then did Susan talk about Hamlet's rules.

In fact, in the final analysis, many people should not use force privately. If there is a problem, go to the sheriff, the city hall, or even the lord.

Of course, some of Hamlet's unique habits are also introduced, such as the toilet, which prohibits casual urination and defecation, and littering.

Not only was Margaret unaware of this, but in fact, even Laura knew this for the first time. The head under the hood turned slightly to listen.

"Uh...actually I made a joke just now." Margaret waited until Susan finished telling her story, although she did not mention the embarrassing thing she had just done.

She was caught by the sheriff for wandering around with a gun, and it was Susan who rescued her.

Originally she didn't say anything about it and no one knew about it, but she still said it herself.

It wasn't that she was holding on because she was full, but that Susan had indeed convinced her.

Margaret's character is like this, right is right and wrong is wrong, and her integrity is somewhat upright.

She thought she had the courage to face mistakes, and of course it was to bring up the topic she and Susan had just talked about.

What kind of place is Hamlet?

"Before Lord Lance arrived, nothing existed in Hamlet now, all he had was despair..."

Susan's opening sentence directly grabbed their attention, even the movements in Laura's hands were dropped inadvertently.

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"Where are your parents?"

"All dead."

"What about them?"

"Also dead."

Lance looked at the ragged and thin boy in front of him, who was probably in his teens, and there were about a dozen children beside him.

The eldest was ten years old, and the youngest was probably five or six years old. It was obvious that his ability to reach Hamlet alive was all due to the support of the group and the care of several older children.

"Why did you take them with you?"

The child raised his head and glanced secretly, "Because they will die if I don't care."

It was very simple, even an ordinary reason, but when Lance heard this, he couldn't help but fell silent and looked at the other children.

At this time, the children all looked frightened. Some of the younger children hid behind the older children. The older children also lowered their heads when facing Lance, not daring to look directly at him. Their movements revealed strong uneasiness.

The one who spoke to Lance was a little more normal, but he could still feel his uneasiness. He didn't know what the noble lord in front of him wanted to do.

Lance had shown strong coercion by expelling the troublemaking refugees last night. It would be abnormal to not be afraid of him, and I'm afraid it would only be the cultists.

Lance's silence made them even more uneasy, because they had never encountered such a situation for so long, and they immediately had the urge to save themselves.

"Sir, we are capable of work, please don't drive us away."

Refugees are a burden, and children are a burden among burdens.

Because adults can at least do some menial work, but minors have no strength and are prone to die young. Which family would be willing to raise them for nothing?
Therefore, except for some good-looking ones who have been picked out long ago, no one is willing to accept the remaining ordinary children.

But Hamlet is different from those places, and Lance is even more different.

"Don't be afraid, you can survive in Hamlet."

Lance waved to the staff. "Give these children a separate place, find and place the children who have lost their parents among the refugees..."

Lance made the arrangement in front of everyone, and the children realized that the lord in front of them did not mean to drive them away, but instead gave them convenience, and they couldn't believe it.

"Kid, you are a real hero." Lance nodded in recognition.

"How can I... be a hero? Only you, my lord, are the hero." How could this child withstand such admiration? He looked horrified.

"Heroes have nothing to do with being a big shot, but they are among us ordinary people. You have a heroic heart and you have done things that many of us adults cannot do."

Lance raised his hand and clenched his fist and touched his heart gently, "Remember your heroic heart. The journey may be full of suffering, but I wish you will not be corrupted."

An inexplicable warmth surged through the boy's heart, and his thin body sprouted unprecedented potential.

By the time he reacted, Lance had already walked away, leaving only his back.

The boy looked at that figure, and his heart gradually became firmer.

At the same time, Lance finally came out from among the refugees, but he was not in a good mood.

So he walked directly towards the nursing home, not knowing who was going to be unlucky again.

Those prisoners who have recovered from their injuries or who are not serious can be simply thrown away and used as cattle and horses. It doesn't matter even if they escape.

But the two big fishes Alvin and Lawrence couldn't make any mistakes, and the captured pyromancer couldn't be imprisoned in a normal place, so he was always detained in the sanatorium.

After all, they still have some value. Paracelsus is right that he didn't use them for experiments. After all, there are still many experimental subjects.

"We meet again." Lance pushed open the steel gate connected by a large number of rivets and entered the room, or prison, with his eyes on Baron Lawrence.

After all, people are not made of iron. Half a month of imprisonment made Lawrence haggard and he seemed very slow to the movements of the outside world.

However, he still raised his anxious face, as if waiting for his verdict.

It seems that he also knows that it will be difficult for him to get out of here alive.

"Bastia is here."

Lance didn't care about his reaction, and kept talking about what happened along the way, almost repeating Laura's words, as if from the perspective of someone who had experienced it.

Lawrence also quickly realized, something is wrong, how do you know so much?
This situation can only mean that there is a traitor in the team, but he is now behind bars. Although he is a little anxious inside, it does not help.

"It seems that you don't have any feelings about the count deliberately provoking refugee riots and then massacring them?" Lance suddenly stopped talking and asked instead.

Lawrence didn't know what this meant, but even imprisonment could not change the arrogance of being a noble.

"We are not children. Instability such as refugees is a scourge to any place. They are in turmoil and there is no problem with soldiers suppressing them."

"But what if your daughter is among these refugees?"

When Lance said something, the smile on his face became even brighter, even a little evil.

When Lawrence heard this, he suddenly looked up and looked at Lance's weird smile. He was stunned for a moment, but then he just frowned and didn't say anything.

"It's called Margaret, right?" Lance knew he didn't believe it, so he wasn't in a hurry. He just talked about his daughter's characteristics, "She likes to play with guns, she has red hair, and she looks..."

The more detailed Lance described it, the more panicked Lawrence became. Even if he didn't want to believe it, it was difficult to guarantee a father's sanity at this moment.

The anger from a father made the body that had been silent for a long time still able to explode with considerable power.

"What the hell did you do!"

An angry roar erupted in an instant, and his figure was like a black bear swooping forward. His arms were already waving out, pushing his fists to erupt with terrifying power.

But before the fist could land on Lance, an outstretched palm stopped him in front of him, and the force of the fist was completely withstood at the moment of contact.

The performance was that Lance didn't move at all, but Lawrence was knocked back by the force and sat back on the bed, with a slightly dazed expression on his face, as if he hadn't expected it.

"Don't you say that refugees are a scourge and should be eliminated?" Lance joked with a mocking look on his face: "Why did you look so righteous just now and are you so anxious now?"

Lance is a master of yin and yang, and he can break Lawrence's defense with just one sentence.

"What's wrong with her? Why don't you come to me for anything? Bullying a child doesn't matter?" Lawrence came back to his senses and stared at the roar, completely without the calmness he should have. It seems that his daughter is really important to him.
"Hey! I need to correct you." Lance interrupted him and added.

"Don't think of me as you, your daughter's matter has nothing to do with me, and I don't know why she ended up among the refugees.

Moreover, it was Bruce who charged your daughter with the cavalry, and it was the Earl who planned this massacre. I did nothing. Don't accuse a good person unjustly. "

Lawrence's complicated emotions were difficult to describe. He seemed to realize that his daughter had fallen under the iron heel, and his whole body fell into endless sorrow.

Only then did Lance reveal the mystery with a smile, "Your daughter is still alive, otherwise I wouldn't have known she was your daughter."

"What's wrong with her now!" Lawrence's emotions were completely mobilized by Lance without realizing it, but at this time he couldn't care so much.

"I know you're in a hurry, but don't be in a hurry."

In contrast, Lance was relaxed, but he did not tell about his daughter's situation. Instead, he continued to talk about the massacre of the refugees just now.

Eat grass roots, drink stream water, and follow the refugees on a "pilgrimage" to Hamlet.

This time Lawrence could no longer pretend to be indifferent. Every word Lance said affected his emotions.

As the saying goes, "When a son travels a thousand miles, his mother is worried." Lawrence's arrogance towards the refugees was all retribution on him now.

But at the same time, he also accumulated hatred for Lance. He made no secret of it. If he couldn't win, if he had someone on hand, he would have taken action long ago.

It was not these words that made Lawrence calm down, but the insurmountable strength gap that forced him to calm down.

"You probably didn't come here to tell me this."

Listening to his attitude when he said this, Lance knew that he believed that his daughter's accident was his fault, so he couldn't help but explain. "Alas! Don't look at me like that. I told you it's none of my business. Your daughter becoming a refugee has nothing to do with me.

You have to thank me for this. If my people hadn't taken care of her all the way, I'm afraid she wouldn't be alive now. She would have been trampled into mud by iron hooves, or captured by thugs and who knows what happened. "

Lance didn't care about his hostility. Even if Lance stood still and let go of his hand, he couldn't win. There was no way, the strong man was so confident.

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