A Red Dead Redemption Story

Chapter 202 Consciousness
"Huh? Milton said he wanted to see me? Do you want to see me now?" Arthur scratched his head. This was really a headache. It seemed that it was time to make an appointment with Miller.

Martin saw that Arthur seemed to have other things on his mind, and he said:

"Boss, it seems to me that Milton has some important decision to make to you?"

"...Okay, okay, let's go, let's make a quick decision."

Picking up their hats and putting them on, Arthur and Martin hurried to Rhodes Town, and then went straight to the basement where Milton was held.

The cage where Vittorio was originally imprisoned is now empty. According to Sicilian tradition, Bronte should be given a fat fish. However, Arthur is not a Sicilian, so it is better not to be fussy.

Arthur noticed that Milton was not sitting on the ground this time. Although his whole body looked dirty, his eyes were quite determined.

It seems like what Martin said is true, is he going to have a showdown with himself?
"Agent Milton, I heard you figured it out? Tell me? How are you going to make me believe you?"

It is not an easy thing to make Arthur believe that letting Milton go will not bring him trouble. At least Arthur himself can't figure out how to do it.

Milton stretched out his hand toward Arthur from the gap in the iron cage and said:
"Give me a cigarette first. Do you know how much torture it is for me not to smoke because of my problems?"

"..."

Arthur ignored Milton's request. He just hoped that Milton hadn't brought him here just for such a trivial matter as wanting a cigarette.

Seeing that Arthur didn't move, Martin took out his cigarette case and gave it to Milton along with the matchbox.

Soon, with the light of the match and a burst of smoke rising, Milton spoke again with a comfortable look on his face:
"I remember that my teacher always told me that people should not be too ignorant or too arrogant, otherwise they will definitely face disaster."

Arthur frowned and said:

"You're wasting my time, Agent Milton, and you're wasting my patience with you."

The threat in these words was very heavy. Milton could understand that the reason why he was still alive was precisely because Arthur was patient with him. Or to put it more bluntly, it was because he was trying to make himself sacrifice his life for him. Things still require patience.

Milton understood these things very well. Looking at the cigarette ash slowly growing between his fingers, he flicked it off and said:

"I don't know much about your deal. Anyway, some people in the Ministry of Justice don't know why, but they like your half-black and half-white gloves. If I had to guess, I think it's because They think gloves like yours are easy to control, and you make good money. The most important thing is that they believe that you can’t escape their palms?”

"..."

"But you can be more open-minded about this matter. As long as you have a connection with them, then you have a backer. As long as you make money for them, then I think you will do well, Morgan. gentlemen."

Arthur did not continue to remain silent, but opened his mouth and said:
"It seems that the civilization you are pursuing is not as good as you hoped?"

Milton did not deny it, he nodded and said:
"Indeed, but everything has a process, right? There are some things that once they start, they will never stop, such as the process of civilization."

Arthur surprisingly agreed with this. He unconsciously thought of the black slaves. Even though liberating the black slaves was not the original intention of the authorities, once it started, it would never stop, no matter what the authorities did. No matter how hard I try to stop it.

Arthur looked at Milton who was saying these words in front of him, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

I saw that Milton had no intention of waiting for Arthur to answer. He continued:
"Mr. Morgan, my death is not as troublesome as you think. Do you think anyone has come to see you until now?"

"..."

"Look, I guess there is not, but don't underestimate our Pinkerton. The capture of Dutch Van der Linde failed, and none of the people who went out on the mission returned. Take a look at any analyst and this I can analyze mission-related reports, and this must have something to do with you, Arthur Morgan." Milton said flatly.

Martin couldn't help but said:
"So, what you want to say next is to let you go now while things can still be sorted out?"

Arthur didn't speak, but waited quietly for Milton's answer. To some extent, what Martin said was not much different from what Arthur was thinking now.Milton said so much, but is it just to let himself let go of what he has done?
However, these alone are not enough.

Milton chuckled lightly, shook his head and said:
"You brats, don't look down on people who are older than you. To a certain extent, I am not as important to the people above you as you are. I know very well..."

"...To be honest, I have seen a lot of people who have gone all the way. I didn't understand why they did this before. Now, I think I should have some understanding. If people live without ideals and persistence, So what’s the point of living?”

After all the words were said, how could Arthur not see it.

It seems that Milton really wanted to understand and made a decision.

Arthur asked calmly:
"So, do you have anything else to say? Agent Milton."

Milton threw away the burnt and extinguished cigarette butt in his hand, patted the dust on his uniform, and said seriously:

"Don't start, thank you, I'm afraid at the funeral, my granddaughter will cry when she sees it."

"it is good."

Arthur simply answered the request, and then he turned and left here.

Martin was so self-aware that he didn't leave with him.

Just got to the door.

The gunshots from behind caused Arthur to stay in place for a short moment, he didn't look back, and continued to walk away from here.

Outside the house, Arthur stood under the eaves smoking a cigarette. Martin, who had finished processing, walked over to Arthur. After also lighting a cigarette, he said:
"I thought he would choose to work for us."

"Boss, I can see that he was clearly afraid of death before. Oh, let me tell you, I didn't start."

Arthur nodded, and after silently taking a few more puffs of cigarettes, he said:
"Maybe, when a person's ideals and beliefs are faced with the choice of life and death, he will see it more clearly."

Jim Milton, in Arthur's view, is not a bad guy, at least not a bad guy in a broad sense.

And there was no grudge between him and Arthur.

So, Arthur didn't actually want to kill him if he could, but the choice was given to him by Arthur.

Since this is Milton's choice, Arthur can only respect it.

"Leave him on the side of the road after dark."

After simply explaining the follow-up processing, Arthur left.

Although it took a little time here, he thought Mr. Miller wouldn't mind.

In fact, Henry Miller really didn't care. Arthur's appointment was much, much later than the agreed time.

After Arthur apologized to Miller, the two set off.

Along the way, Miller was introducing to Arthur the efforts and work their association had done to protect independent crude oil producers like Arthur and others. Arthur smiled and nodded the whole time, cooperating to keep the conversation going. Answer the call.

(End of this chapter)