On the Seven Towers

Makola walked into the building of the Shadow Group branch proudly. He had imagined this day coming countless times: he would replace Yepes as the leader of the shadow group in the capital, and let this sword in the shadows be completely in his hands.

As he walked into the entrance of the Shadow Corps base, his former colleagues who were equals in the past greeted him respectfully, and the fawning yet fearful looks in the eyes of the middle and low-level assassins made him feel like he was floating in the clouds.

He passed by the room that originally belonged to him, but did not go in. Instead, he walked directly to the room that belonged to Yepes. From today on, this room will belong to him.

However, when he walked to the door, he found that the door was ajar.

He pushed the door open and saw an extremely strong man lying on Yepes' chair with his feet up on the table. Because the chair was originally for the skinny Yepes, the chair made a creaking sound when the man moved slightly. This man has curly brown hair and dark skin. He looks like a mercenary who has been traveling all year round.

Makola's hand immediately grasped the hilt of the sword, with a look of vigilance on his face: "Who are you and why do you appear in this room?"

"Me? My name is Drew. I am the new head of the Royal Capital Branch. I take office on my first day today." The man put his feet down on the table, stood up and shook his clothes. He was quite a bit taller than Makola. He raised his head and looked at each other from top to bottom, feeling extremely oppressive.

"What's going on!" Makola took a step back involuntarily and glanced at the door with his peripheral vision. Although he and Roland had reached an agreement, he knew very well that he had never been someone the other party trusted. If such a person appears in the Shadow Group, his life will be in danger.

Sure enough, two other soldiers with serious auras appeared outside the door, blocking his escape route.

"Yes, Lord Roland asked you to come?" Makola asked.

"It seems you are not stupid. In this case, just cooperate with them. This way you will at least suffer less." Drew said.

"I should have known..."

"It's too late to say anything now." Drew stretched out a hand and said, "Please?"

Makola swallowed and took off the sword from her waist with trembling hands, "I want to know what crime Roland used."

Drew laughed: "Why do you care about this? I know that many of the people you solved were confused until they died. In my opinion, this is a blessing. At least they will not have reason to feel that they are too wronged. ”

"I still want to know." Makola held the sword in his hand, but hesitated to hand it over to the other party.

"Okay. I think as an intelligence captain, I feel a little aggrieved because I don't know what happened to me." Drew shrugged. "The crime is very simple. It is to provide wrong intelligence and let the killer team in the royal capital Falling into the trap of the Temple of War and wiping out the whole army can’t be considered an injustice, right?”

"Lord Roland is really a chain after a chain. Very good, I..." Halfway through this sentence, Makola suddenly threw two smoke balls, and the thick smoke instantly filled the entire room.

There were brief sounds of fighting and shouting in the room. After everything fell silent, Drew opened the door and walked out of the room. He wiped the blood on his sword with a piece of cloth and murmured to himself: "These guys who are engaged in intelligence are all One problem is that you are soft on your hands but hard on your mouth. It’s a waste of time to chatter.”

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A few days later, it was still the same tavern. Xiao Chen sat with Roland again.

"Your Excellency Xiao Chen, congratulations on being freed from trouble." Roland raised the cup and bumped it hard against Xiao Chen. The moka splashed out and spilled on the table, but the priest didn't care.

"I should also congratulate you, Your Excellency the officiant. According to what we say here, this is a win-win situation." Xiao Chen said after taking a sip of wine.

"Win-win?" Roland shook his head and said, "I don't think we won. At most, we made a few steps forward on the way to our destination, but we paid a heavy price."

"You mean the loss of the Shadow Regiment?"

"Of course." Roland smashed the cup on the table, "I have never been a lavish person, and it is my nature to be prudent. This time, in order to achieve further goals, many people died inexplicably. What a pity."

"I didn't expect you to be such a compassionate person." Xiao Chen said with a smile, "I thought that a big shot like you should be able to change things without changing your face. Treat all gains and losses as the addition and subtraction of numbers."

"I don't know where you came up with this idea. It seems that big people should be ruthless." Roland raised a finger and shook it, "Remember, as long as your opponent is a human being, as long as you and I look like It is impossible for people with small eyes and noses to be indifferent to the passing of their kind. If so, we are no longer human. How can we understand the human heart? People who do not understand the human heart are just lonely stones. Strong, no matter how high the realm is, it is just a very hard rock. Even if there is such a person, it is nothing to worry about. He will definitely destroy himself in loneliness. "

"What you said is very new to me." Xiao Chen touched his nose and thought about what the other person said.

"Nothing new, like me, Artur, Yepes, and even you, our every move will affect the fate of many people. The reason why we can make life and death choices for others is often because we have no choice. And the trace of sympathy in our hearts will be temporarily sealed after it is used up, so that we can remain rational in the battle."

"But now the battle is over."

"Yes. So don't forget to take time to be an ordinary person at this time, let out your sympathy for a walk, even for a while."

Roland filled the two glasses again and bumped them hard, "Okay, after finishing this glass, after walking out of this door, I will become the rational old man again."

Xiao Chen picked up the glass, drank it all in one gulp, and couldn't help laughing.

"As partners, we still have a long way to go. So there is one thing I am curious about." Roland put down his empty cup, "What do you think of Prince Javier?"

"Javier?"

Roland said: "There are many eyes in the capital, and each pair of eyes is trying to distinguish who is a friend, who is an enemy, and who is an enemy who looks like a friend. You are close to the prince, so it will naturally attract a lot of attention. What kind of person do you think he is?"

"From the current point of view, he is a good kid."

"It is a good choice for you to regard him as a good kid. From our position, our vision should focus on higher places." Roland leaned back in his chair, pointed to the ceiling, and smiled.