Our family is in decline

This statement is also consistent with Lance's understanding of Tamara, because it is really possible for her to do such a thing.

"Can this be said?" Lance was a little surprised that she would say this directly.

Although he didn't know what a Roma sacred object was, the name sounded very powerful.

"Didn't that guy Tamara tell you?" Amanda also realized that she seemed to have let something slip, but she guessed what it was in a flash, and a look of disdain appeared on her face, "That guy really knows how to pretend to be pitiful~"

"I told you I'm not familiar with her. She only got here the night before yesterday. I've just met her a few times and know her name."

Lance explained it as a way to clear up the relationship, but he was curious about Amanda's attitude. It seemed that it was not a one-sided dislike, which was very interesting.

"You seem to have a big opinion against her, can you tell me?"

This had nothing to do with the case, and Lance's attitude softened and became less tough.

"She has been like this since she was a child. She likes to attribute all problems to others and will never look for the reasons from herself..."

Just like Tamara accused Amanda just now, when talking about the grievances between the two, Amanda also talked endlessly.

From her description, it can be seen that Tamara has a very self-centered personality, but at that time, her talent was indeed top-notch, so no one cared about the flaws under her aura.

It wasn't until an accident caused Tamara to cause big trouble, and she almost lost control of herself, that the rest of the story happened.

The seal does exist, but it is to protect her. In fact, she can refuse it directly if she doesn't want to. After leaving the organization, no one will care whether she loses control.

But she thought that everyone was persecuting her, so she injured her own people and took the opportunity to steal the sacred objects, just to satisfy her perverted ideas.

Compared to Amanda's words just now, she was still relatively conservative. She just mentioned a lot of things casually, and it was difficult for Lance to get more information from just a few words.

Lance had no intention of asking further. He was just curious about the supernatural world and did not want to get too involved in them.

I have to say that Amanda's cooperative attitude is much better than that of Tamara who is always being careful. Lance has always been someone who gives face to himself, and he also gives face to others.

"Very well, thank you for your cooperation. If you need anything, please let me know."

"I have a question." Amanda stared immediately, her eyes full of curiosity, "Who are you? Where is here?"

"This is Hamlet, and I..." Lance grinned, "I am Hamlet's current lord, Lance."

"Hamlet...the northern border of the empire..." Amanda muttered strangely when she heard the place name, and then seemed to remember something, "Isn't this city already dead? And it shouldn't be located here?"

Lance's reaction didn't seem fake, so it's no wonder why Tamara didn't recognize it as Hamlet.

I am afraid that in most eyes, Hamlet was destroyed more than ten years ago, and now this town is like a weed everywhere in the empire, and no one cares about it at all.

"Yes, this is just an ordinary town." Lance had no intention of answering this question. He was about to leave, but turned around and reminded him, "I will not interfere in your affairs, but Hamlet Violence is prohibited. If you have any grievances, go and resolve them yourself. Don’t die here.”

Will Amanda believe him?

Obviously he wouldn't believe it. The punch was still hurting. He was able to easily suppress himself in close combat without relying on weapons or using abilities. He was probably at the level of a master.

What if an ordinary small town could produce such a strong person?

This kind of strength is well-known in the empire and will never appear suddenly.

But Lance had already left, leaving her to just sit and dream...

After leaving here, Lance naturally came to the door of the nun's cell, but after hesitating for a moment, he did not go in, but left directly.

She made a meal with herself in the morning, but she was tricked by Tamara into working as a thug, and she continuously cast so many magic spells. She was definitely not in a good condition, so starving her for a while first, so that she could bring some help in times of need.

To deal with a guy with Tamara's personality, you have to be tougher than her, because as soon as you get a little softer, she will climb up the pole and eat you till you are gone.

But when dealing with a character like a nun, you have to be gentle, because being tough will trigger the church's brainwashing of her. If you want to crack this, you have to let her fight with herself like Leonard, and wait until her spirit is almost exhausted due to internal friction. Take advantage of the opportunity.

As a leader, what is actually needed most is not various abilities that are beyond the times, but the ability to recognize and employ people.

Of course, in this world, a little bit of personal strength is needed as a foundation.

After walking out of the nursing home, Lance realized that it was already evening and the day had passed just like that.

Today I am completely dealing with the aftermath of the wizard incident, and I have been annoyed by this guy Tamara for a whole day.

Lance thought of something and started directly to the military camp.

It can be seen that the soldiers who are on vacation are returning to the camp to gather. After being called and registered, they begin to take over the defense. Some soldiers are going to the north to change defenses, so that the soldiers who have cleared the front line can come back and take a vacation.

This is possible now because the control area is not large. Once it is expanded, it will probably be necessary to be stationed locally for a long time. It is estimated that the army's planning will also be further advanced, which will require more soldiers.

But these have nothing to do with his affairs today, and he needs to find someone.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Lance found Barristan who was taking off his armor. Wearing armor was a burden on the body. Even a veteran who was already familiar with it would still take off his armor after leaving the battle. At the same time, he also let go of his nervousness.

"Lord, we haven't encountered any special circumstances in the past two days. The brothers stationed..."

Barristan thought the lord came to see him because of matters on the front line, but just as he spoke, he saw the lord raise his hand.

"That's not why I came here. Let's sit down and talk first."

Barristan felt something was wrong, but he didn't say anything. He put down his armor and sat aside.

At this time, Lance slowly spoke, "I may have found a way to treat your right eye."

It's not like Lance hasn't tried to treat his missing right eye, but it's obvious that the basic [Flesh and Blood Reconstruction] can't reconstruct that delicate structure. Now after upgrading the sacrifice wizard, he has some confidence.

Logically speaking, you should be happy to hear this. After all, it is definitely a good thing to have the possibility of recovery from an injury that no money can do anything about.

But Barristan's reaction was beyond Lance's expectation. He fell into silence after hearing this, and he looked a little disappointed.

"Tell me about it."

Lance also knew there might be a story behind the eye.

"I dug out this eye myself."

Barristan spoke, but his first sentence immediately plunged Lance into confusion.

"When I was young, my strong desire for power was far stronger than others..."

When Barristan was young, he was not as stable as he is now. On the contrary, he relied on his strong social skills to praise his leaders and his skills in simulated battles, and he was easily promoted without experiencing a battle.

It happened that a battle started, and he took this opportunity to obtain the command that others coveted.

At that time he had not realized that the coming battle was very suspicious and threatening.

Because at that time, all he could think about was the desire to enjoy the glory of the upcoming victory and promotion.

"No matter how eloquent I am, all of this becomes meaningless on the battlefield."

Barristan recounted the battle. He was so dazzled by his military exploits that he was completely unaware of the disparity in strength between the enemy and ourselves.

At the same time, he patronized the leaders and did not care about these ordinary soldiers. This resulted in his lack of authority to command those soldiers, and the soldiers also reacted negatively to his orders.

What's even more terrible is that he has never experienced combat at all, and his commanding ability during combat is disappointing.

If it was a tailwind, he could still struggle for a while, but once he got into a headwind, his true level was completely exposed. He hesitated when he ordered an attack, and hesitantly ordered a retreat, which directly turned into a rout.

That chaotic command ruined everything.

"The rout was a massacre...a negative example that could be included in textbooks, and a complete failure of command."

Barristan's expression was rarely frightened. He ran out of words to describe the battle, but he couldn't describe it accurately and could only speak in general terms.

Maybe even he himself couldn't remember the situation clearly, because when he woke up, he was already in the military field hospital, and he didn't know how he got back.

While recuperating, Barristan could see the ghosts of the dead soldiers coming back to him every night. The broken ghosts would constantly bite and scratch his body.

They made horrifying whispers, accusing him of causing all these disasters, that he was responsible for the failure of the battle, and that he needed to be responsible for the dead soldiers.

"I don't know if it was a dream, but why do I have scratches on my arms when I wake up in the morning?" Barristan was in a trance, and he couldn't tell the difference between reality and illusion.

This situation made it impossible for him to sleep, and every night the exhausted medical staff would be awakened by his frightened screams and incomprehensible whimpering.

All of this tortured him, until one day he couldn't bear it anymore and actually gouged out his right eye.

On the verge of madness, the severe pain gave him a revelation. It was not the war that took away his eyes, but his ridiculous pride and incompetence.

He came out of the hospital soon, not because he was healed, but because he became the main person responsible for the failure on that battlefield.

He shouldered all the responsibilities, his title of commander was taken away in disgrace, and his position was stripped bare. The only reason he survived was because he needed someone above him to take the blame.

But Barristan didn't care about it. He came to the battlefield again, and even the corpses were not completely cleaned up.

There were dead bones everywhere, and the ground turned reddish-brown due to the seeping blood. Annoying black birds were hovering in the sky, and some stopped on the dead trees in the distance to observe the man.

The scenes of that day seemed to be recalled in his mind, and he knew that it was his recklessness that caused these soldiers to lose their lives.

But now he chose to face them head-on. He buried the bones of those soldiers and set up tombstones, and then poured wine on them.

He did this not to ask for forgiveness, but only for them to rest in peace.

Finally, he was able to sleep peacefully, and perhaps find some comfort in this dreamless abyss.

When he woke up again, he realized that he had slept on top of the cemetery while drunk and had the most peaceful sleep since the war.

"I swear that one day, on some forgotten battlefield, I will use my blood to write a confession."

As Barristan spoke, he told Lance that he was determined to spend the rest of his life seeking redemption on the bloodiest and most brutal battlefield in the world.

Because for him, he faced the fear of war all the time on the battlefield, until he was killed silently.

He felt that this was what he should bear, and only in this way could he be the same as those soldiers.

It's just that his luck was not very good. Even though he was seriously injured many times, he still didn't die. However, he finally learned how to command in these cruel battles.

And the character who was originally delving into tricks has become calm. The only special thing is that he likes drinking, because it allows him to enjoy a moment of tranquility after being drunk.

Lance didn't expect Barristan to have such a past, so no wonder he had this attitude when faced with the problem of his right eye.

"Those things are in the past. You may have made mistakes, but after so many years, it's time to let go."

"No, this will remind me of the mistakes I made."

"I respect your choice." Lance was not talking to him in an official capacity, so he would not force him to do something he didn't like.

The worst habit of those in power is to instinctively use their power to control those below them. They will not allow any questioning or resistance. Once discovered, they will suppress, make things difficult, or even kick them out.

Only in this way can they feel the pleasure brought by power, and at the same time, it is to satisfy their poor confidence and make them feel powerful.

But Lance doesn't need such pitiful and inferior methods. His strength comes from his own strength, and his subordinates' recognition of him comes from his actions, not because of his identity.

The identity of the lord is recognized because of him, not because of his identity as the lord.

It's a bit convoluted, but the truth is true.

"I am willing to face the most difficult enemy, and I also hope that the lord will fulfill my wish."

"I understand, but you are no longer alone now. We are a team. We move forward for that ideal. On this road, you will eventually be saved."

Lance comforted him, and then talked about the situation on the front line to divert his attention.

There's nothing much to say about the north. Once Paracelsus' special medicine is in place, workers can boldly start work, and the efficiency will be much faster.

However, some people will still be attacked by giant spiders, but they will not appear during the day. They can be driven away at night by relying on camps and torches. The crossbows were transferred over and are more practical than muskets.

After briefly understanding the situation on the front line, Lance stopped disturbing him. The fatigue of the garrison required rest.

However, Barristan did not stop, but went to the tavern in the town.

The things he just talked about still brought back his memories, and he was destined to stay drunk tonight.

"Bartender, serve the drinks!"

"Coming~"

…………

Lance came to the cell door where the nuns were imprisoned. The iron door, which was full of rivets and had a cold and solid color, was not even locked, but simply closed.

If possible, he would like the nun to escape from prison, so that he can torture her heart better.

It's a pity that the nun is an honest person, and there has been no movement since she locked herself in. Lance also wanted to take care of his affairs and didn't come here until late at night.

When you open the door and go in, you can see the nun kneeling on the ground, praying towards a wall. It has to be said that her faith is indeed firm, and she will use the holy scriptures to demand herself.

"Mr. Lord!" The nun noticed that Lance looked a little nervous or guilty after he came over.

"Okay, I just finished my work." A look of exhaustion naturally appeared on Lance's face, "Today is all about you, but I have investigated clearly and found that you have little to do with this matter. That guy Mara cheated, so he was sentenced to five days in prison.”

How else could the nun react when she heard this?

A noble lord saved himself twice.

And what about yourself? Constantly causing trouble for others, creating all kinds of trouble for this quiet and peaceful town, and then forcing the lord to be busy with his own affairs.

Guilt, uneasiness, irreparable...

"You're hungry, let's eat something before we talk." Lance obviously took the initiative to bring up this matter, but he didn't get to the point directly. Instead, he laid out the food and continued to give preferential treatment.

Lance's attitude made the nun even more uneasy. She had no shame in eating the food provided by the lord, so she had to raise her hand to refuse.

"No, no, no, I can't eat anymore."

But her words made Lance laugh, "As long as you are a human being, you must eat. If you don't eat, do you want to starve to death?"

The nun didn't speak, because the church emphasized punishment, and physical hunger could alleviate her guilt.

But Lance disagrees with this monstrous notion.

"You haven't paid the fine yet. What you need now is to get yourself in good shape as soon as possible in these five days, and then find a way to make money to pay it back.

Think about it for yourself, if you don't eat for five days, what can you do even if you don't starve to death? "

Lance's advice directly captured her most urgent psychological needs right now.

She was now in debt for no apparent reason. Whether it was money or psychology, she owed a lot to Lance.

There is no doubt that what she wants to do most is to make up for her mistakes and pay back the money, otherwise she would not be so easily deceived by Tamara into becoming a thug.

After hearing Lance's words, the nun fell into silence. For a person like her who didn't know how to hide, everything was written on her face.

When she shows a troubled expression, it already means that she is shaken. A nun with firm faith can become like this in just a few words.

It can only show that the bottom line is being lowered time and time again. After she chose to eat it in the canteen, she no longer had any doubts.

“It smells so good~”

The nun started eating anyway. To be honest, she was really hungry.

Instead, Lance took the opportunity to bring up the previous incident again, because at this time, her wariness was at its lowest. At the same time, talking while eating would destroy that sense of sanctity. All his actions were designed.

"I heard you had something to do with me before?"

The nun was stunned for a moment, and the movements of her hands slowed down, and she chewed and spoke.

"Yes, I have something to ask Mr. Lord."

"Call me Lance." Lance showed a gentle smile. The fish took the bait, and his arrangement was not in vain.

In fact, it is taboo to make friends with shallow and deep conversations, so in the past, Lance did not take the initiative to touch other people's secrets. Only when the right time came, he would guide them to take the initiative to talk about it.

But the nun was different. She really took the initiative to talk to Lance about what she saw in the town today.

When Lance listened to her question, he understood that she had doubts about her faith. She didn't know why someone in the church would do such a thing.

Whether it is abandoning the civilians under the slaughter of bandits, or the massacre in the holy war.

After listening to this, Lance couldn't help but complain in his heart. I'm afraid you are the real heretic. Everyone is joking, but you are the only one who takes it seriously.

"Do you know what religion is?"

Lance simply came up with the theory he told Leonard and directly analyzed the situation she was facing. She had fallen into a world of lies and deception since she was a child.

"Impossible! If God doesn't exist, why can I perform magic?" The nun was a little excited, and his words were already an outright blasphemy.

"I'm not saying that God doesn't exist, but the real God has no direct connection with mankind itself, just like you don't care what an ant on the roadside is thinking or doing.

But there is an ant who is inexplicably worshiped by the huge figure you pass by. In its eyes, you are an omnipotent god. Although there is worship at this time, there is no relationship between the two of you.

Now suddenly an ant says to that ant that it knows what you want to do, and then tells the other ant that it can tell you as long as you bring the food.

So have you ever said this? Does that ant really understand your thoughts? This is obviously impossible, because the power gap between you and the ants is too great, and it is impossible to understand each other under this gap.

But the commanded ant doesn't know that. It only knows that you are very powerful. Under your pressure, it can only work hard and share the food with the second ant.

But does the second ant have something to do with you? Obviously no, all this is just a lie it made up to enslave the first ant.

If there is an ant that monopolizes the power to explain God out of thin air between you and the first ant, even if it doesn’t understand you at all, then that thing is religion. "

Lance's words were very straightforward, but they shocked her enough that she couldn't eat for a while, and she was stunned.

No one has ever dared to use it or explain it in this way, but it does make people understand it very clearly.

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