Black-haired Knight King of Chaldea

Chapter 382 Second Lieutenant Buwanaba's Hesitation

It was completely dark when Second Lieutenant Buwanaba left the military council on the pretext of going to the toilet.

Looking at the twinkling stars in the sky, he suddenly had an urge to cry.

Neither feeling sad nor having any hard feelings.

It is wrong to say that it is moved or emotional.

Why exactly, he couldn't tell himself.Probably, this is the so-called sudden sensibility.

He is just an ordinary person.

Born into a noble family in Corsica.

It is said to be noble, but in this era, there are so many nobles in France, and there is really nothing to be proud of.

Moreover, to be honest, my father, like most nobles, was inferior to ordinary people except for the prestigious title and pride.That excessive pride made it difficult for him to see the flattering words of others.When my father was in his later years, under the whispers of those villains with the most vicious mood and the best words, he almost lost all the family property. At that time, the family's situation was not optimistic.

Therefore, he only has the name of a nobleman, but in fact he is not as good as an ordinary commoner.At least ordinary people will not buy meaningless luxury goods just to show off.

He rubbed his nose with his left hand, the night wind made his nose red, and the cold touch came from his dominant left hand.The hot air exhaled from the nasal cavity warmed the skin to a certain extent, but the blunted back of the hand did not feel the warmth.

After that, he left his hometown to join the military academy and graduated early as a second lieutenant in the artillery. This was also thanks to his father, who could not afford the tuition fees and had to graduate early at the age of 16.

Then, there is the story that everyone knows.Served in the Artillery Regiment, and then one day Paris suddenly turned into a demon.The sea of ​​flying dragons was not created in a day.This is a long process.

How long did this process last, maybe two years, maybe three years, to be honest, Second Lieutenant Buwanaba felt that it was a miracle that he was still alive.

Fortunately, during this most difficult time, he has a spiritual support.

Robespierre.

In terms of ability, he is not a great big shot.

However, I have to say that his proud posture has an unexpected persuasive power.Everyone at that time believed that this confident man with a mustache could set off a frenzy against the evil dragon in Lyon.

After that, that's it.

Looking back now, my life is really just going with the flow.

What did I want to express at the military council before?

In fact, he himself doesn't quite understand, in fact, that's how it is.Many people say that the one who knows themselves best is themselves?wrong!You are the one who doesn't know yourself the most...

Confusedly recalling the shameful speech on the side, he suddenly realized...

(I... Is it possible that I am jealous?)

Yes, jealous.

Obviously, he, like them, has the appearance of a human being.

However, they are so much better than themselves, and they are invincible brave men.

I am very envious.

I really want to be one of those heroes.

Want to be, such an excellent person, want to be relied on by others, envy!I'm so envious!Jealousy!I also want to be such a person!

In my speech just now, I cut open the core. In fact, I just hope to go with them.I don't want them to be the only ones showing off...

He sighed heavily.Pour over the turf.

With Joan of Arc's personality, she naturally chose the monastery to hold a military meeting. There must be such natural scenery in the monastery.

There was a soft touch under his head. He looked at the sky and sighed helplessly.

"Well, it's said that if you sigh often, you won't be happy."

Suddenly, a male voice came, and the startled Second Lieutenant Buwanaba turned his head.

As if the stars fell to the ground.

His dazzling eyes just responded to his gaze, with a kind smile on his face, and black hair.

He has seen this person several times.

Appears to be an archer named Arash.

He didn't participate in the military council, it seems that because he didn't understand military strategy very well, he just wanted to take advantage of the time when everyone was discussing and come out to be lazy.Under the banner of vigilance, he slipped out grandiosely.

Even though he is using a bow that is extremely outdated by the times, the arrows he fires are more powerful than cannons.

Seeing a hero like him, he really wouldn't even feel confrontational, the gap is too far.

Human beings will not try to compete with the sun for radiance and heat, nor will they try to compare who is bigger with the earth.Because, that has gone beyond the scope of comparison.

"What's the matter, is there anything to worry about? Boy."

Arash seemed like a confessor who was good at listening, probably because in the monastery, Second Lieutenant Buwanaba always had this illusion.

By coincidence, Second Lieutenant Buwanaba sorted out his mood, and poured out everything to Arash like beans poured out of a bamboo tube.

"We are not that good either."

Arash smiled calmly after listening.

"What you see is only our glamorous side. You can't see what kind of training we have received and how much suffering we have suffered. The so-called heroes will not let you see this side. Because, indeed It's embarrassing. Believe it or not, when I was eight or nine, I wasn't much of a fan of bows either."

"real?!"

"Really. You are a second lieutenant of artillery. Could it be that you liked cannons very much when you were a child?"

Asked by him, Second Lieutenant Buwanaba recalled... It's ridiculous to say that when he was young, he really fantasized about becoming a knight on a white horse, traveling around the world, holding a metal lance, punishing rape and eliminating evil.

Indeed, when he was a child, he also thought that artillery was nothing special, and that only real swords and real guns were used as a man's way of fighting.The flying props are not handsome enough!

"The point is, to become a hero, you have to put in countless efforts. There is an old saying in the East, which says that one minute on stage will take ten years off stage."

"As long as I work hard... I will one day become a hero like you?"

Second Lieutenant Buwanaba asked blankly.

"Hmm... it's a bit difficult. After all, we are not [living creatures], but respond to the call as the side of heroes after death."

"Dead...?"

Second Lieutenant Buwanaba asked in a daze.

"Well, it might be a little difficult to tell you this. I'm sorry, just pretend I didn't say it! Haha, Brother Arash, after all, I'm only good at listening, and solving knots. I'm not good at it. "

Arash laughed and walked back to the military council.

How long has it been?Anyway, the lights in the monastery went out.Then the light of the oil lamp began to rush from the door to the resting room one after another.

It should be the end of the military council.

Sure enough, there is no problem if you have yourself or not.

Nothing will change.

I am like a speck of dust.

He thought so with a little inferiority.

"Good evening, Second Lieutenant Buwanaba. You look a little lost."

Just when he was deep in self-loathing and couldn't extricate himself, suddenly, the French caster, Paracelsus, came to his side with a smile.

"If life is lost, why don't you try to talk to me? If you want to catch up with those [heroes], worrying is not enough."

(End of this chapter)