She Is Not a Witch

Although the soldiers in the barracks roughly controlled the assassin, they couldn't help but be surprised at this time that he was still someone who knew the general.

The subsequent development was somewhat unexpected. Isaiah brought in a large tent to block the view from the outside, and then several mages set up a safe isolation barrier, and the two began to talk in the tent.

"Okay, now we can talk a few words quietly."

Isaiah was wearing a coat and sitting on a precious wooden chair, watching the assassins standing opposite the barrier. A small sound transmission device was placed in front of the two to transmit the sound from both sides of the barrier.

"Talking to an assassin like me, aren't you afraid of being suspected by the upper echelons of the Western Empire?" Rock replied lightly.

"You're still so considerate of others, Roque. It's unbelievable that someone like you can walk on the path of an assassin." Isaiah shook his head.

"My position in the Western Empire is stronger than you imagined. Forget it, this is not something worth mentioning, but for you, I have too many questions to ask and understand."

"In exchange, I can also answer some less important things for you." He leaned back on the chair, crossed his legs, and waited quietly for the assassin opposite him to think.

Soon, there was a response from the other side.

"Go ahead."

"That's how it was." Isaiah showed a smile similar to that of his youth. Although he has matured a lot, it can be seen that he still retains many of his past habits.

"Did you take Princess Evelyn and make her queen?"

"Yes." The answer is simple, without any further explanation.

"Very well, it's your turn to ask."

"Are you absolutely loyal to the Western Empire?" Rock asked

"No." Similarly, Isaiah did not explain the reason.

Isaiah: "Do you want the Western Empire to fall?"

Rock: "Yes."

Rock: "Do you want the Western Empire to dominate the entire territory?"

Isaiah: "Yes"

Isaiah: "Do you want the Eastern Empire to rule the entire territory?"

Rock: "Negative."

Isaiah: "This is interesting. Since you don't have this idea, you still support that queen to ascend the throne."

Rock: "How can you give up your allegiance to the Western Empire?"

Isaiah: "This question is really complicated. I can only say that allegiance to the Western Empire is my only choice. Rock, I am different from you."

Isaiah: "Although you are here to kill me, I still want to ask in the end, have you still not forgotten your childhood thoughts?"

Rock: "Yes."

After this sentence, Roque stopped asking, but Isaiah had to continue asking.

"I don't know why you can still maintain that kind of thinking, but I still want to ask you, what do you think is fairness and justice? You cared about this a lot when you were a teenager, but in fact, I would be a little bit like that, because various stories and legends Impact."

"But this kind of thing should change as you grow older. As an assassin, you should understand better than me. The so-called fairness and justice are just false slogans. Who will judge, who will lead, etc., have a series of problems .”

"So, I'm curious, how do you keep the logic in your mind consistent and so firm." Isaiah was a little puzzled.

"You are not the kind of target who is bullied, nor is it easy to be fooled by others. You should know that such slogans and goals are actually very vague." Isaiah thought about his words and tried to speak tactfully.

Rock: "Because someone died in front of me, I don't think he had any regrets at the time."

Suddenly, Rock's voice broke away from the cold tone before, and became slightly more emotional.

"In the same way that you are cared for by your family and want to protect them, someone has passed that warmth to me."

Isaiah: "I see."

Isaiah: "Looks like we can't go back to when we were friends when we were kids."

Having said that, Isaiah patted his hat a little disappointed, then put it on and stood up.

In an instant, the sound of countless muskets firing sounded outside, dense holes appeared in the thick cloth of the tent, and the place where Rock was originally standing was also flooded by flames and smoke.

Soon, one after another soldiers rushed into the tent to protect Isaiah, and when they checked the position where Rock was standing before, there was no one there, and there was no other body.

"He has escaped, my lord general."

"Forget it, it's expected, such an assassin will not be easily fooled and die." Isaiah took off the small metal object inside the hat and threw it to the technical officer beside him.

"We will continue to improve in the future."

"Yes, General."

In the barracks, the chaos of the enemy's cavalry attack has long since disappeared. After resisting the attack, the soldiers have been on guard everywhere, searching for assassins and suspicious persons one by one.

The war was still going on, and in the next six months, the Eastern and Western Empires were engaged in various battles on the border. In order to cope with the pressure brought by the general in white, the Eastern Empire also mobilized many officers with strong military capabilities. Go to the front.

Faced with the abundant staffing of the Eastern Empire, even Isaiah was gradually not as relaxed and calm as before, and the form gradually changed from dominance to balance of power.

In the next year, the two sides continued to fight each other until the situation in the empire changed again.

There was a rebellion within the Western Empire, and Jailan took away many people who were loyal to him, and the Eastern Empire began to face a series of internal problems because of the interference of the elves.

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In June of the second year, Gaodan Plain.

The newly built station is full of busy figures. Soldiers are eager to unload the supplies on the train, and then load other things. Personnel count the supplies piled up at the station, and then use them on boxes one by one. Use chalk to draw marks and write numbers.

"The train is leaving~www.readwn.com~ Lord Isaiah." A female adjutant came behind the general.

"knew."

He looked at the fortress and field in the distance again, and then boarded the train back to the west to suppress the rebellion together with the soldiers around him.

The roar of the steam, the slow start of the wheels, and the rhythmic sound of the impact of the cylinders and pistons made the body move slowly. The white air gushing from the front of the train filled the surroundings. With the shouts and farewells of the crowd, the train gradually accelerated, pulling the scenery behind it farther and farther until it became an invisible blurred dot.

Farewell, my old friend.

Isaiah no longer looked at the scenery outside the window, but leaned on the back of the chair and closed his eyes to meditate. The afternoon sun passed through the windows, leaving slowly turning light and shadows in the carriage, like a grid, slowly across the young general's face.

I don't know when, there are more and more young faces like this on the battlefield.

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