Longmen Memoirs

It wants your life, and you are too embarrassed not to give it to her.

The doctor has no great ambitions, nor any lofty ambitions. He and Chen Mo are both the same kind of people, the kind of people who can take things easy when life comes.

The kind of people who, when they decide to do something, do it.

"Really not bringing your people in?" The doctor suddenly asked: "If there is no accident this time, Tracy will not send people over to test again, and the court will be exposed to Kazdel's sight. Next, he will The direction of action must be changed to those nobles and nobles who have taken refuge in the Tower of Babel, and the mercenaries of the Pardoners and Kazdaele will also attack you, but your situation will be more dangerous and difficult than before."

"You have killed Garson, and now it seems that this move is very good. In the short term, those small forces will be slightly restrained from those who started to suppress the Tower of Babel from you, but for yourself, Tracy will By pushing you to the forefront, you may become the most valuable mercenary in Kazdare's history."

"But we can also take this opportunity to unify the scattered large and small mercenary groups in Kazdare. I have been trying to do this in the past few years. Just as we planned from the beginning, we will first deal with the scattered mercenaries. The problem is also Kazdale’s biggest problem. Theresa already has people’s hearts and all she needs is intimidation.” Chen Mo said: “She can’t do this kind of thing, I’m very good at it.”

"You should know that there are big differences between me and the people in the Tower of Babel. Sooner or later, they won't like what we do. We are not on the same road, so that's fine. But when it comes to the Pardoner, Tracy Ya opened the Tower of Babel too wide, and Askaron can't handle it alone."

"She's not as miserable as you think." The doctor shook his head and said, "Do you still mind when she beat you up?"

"I'm not a narrow-minded person." Chen Mo said.

The doctor looked at him.

"Really." Chen Mo added: "When I took over as His Highness's guard, I was repaired by her, but she was not much better."

"Yes, no one saw her for several days." The doctor seemed to have thought of something: "What did you do."

"I didn't do anything." Chen Mo said nonchalantly: "She just underestimated me and left some injuries on her face. She probably felt embarrassed and lost face, and she fell over the boat with an unknown little mercenary. .”

"..."

The doctor suddenly stopped talking.

"When are you going to take action on the other side of the court?" the doctor asked again.

"Wait until there is some movement in the east." Chen Mo said, "We'll see after Yan shows up. Kelsey recently told me something worthy of attention. I heard that something happened in Victoria?"

"It's not surprising." The doctor replied calmly: "Traisis has been in contact with Victoria over the years. Many of his armaments and supplies are supplied by Victoria. There are also shadows of other countries behind some other large and small lords. Those that are far away, such as Colombia, and those that are closer, Lateran, Ursus, Casimir..."

"There are many enemies." Chen Mo said.

"Not much... at least not much on the surface." The doctor said calmly: "It's much better than at the beginning. The political differences between Tracy and Theresia also stem from this. Tracy Ya decided to admit outsiders into Kazdaele. Tracy and the elders in the Senate did not agree with outsiders' intervention. They were still a little angry, and they were not to blame. Kazdaele was originally a place of exile, and it was only a place that did not deserve its name. Rem Billiton is better, but not much better.”

"It sounds like you're not very popular either..." Chen Mo asked.

"I don't really think about this." The doctor said, "But it's strange to say that the people who were in favor at the beginning were opposed by them, and the people who were opposed at the beginning have taken control of major issues. I have to say it is a bit funny."

"What you said reminds me of the warning an old guy from Longmen gave me before he left." Chen Mo said: "His life seems to be prosperous, but in fact it is not easy. He is controlled by others. Sometimes I really feel sorry for him. , If you don’t feel comfortable, you still have to create a base for yourself to hold on to the ship and you can’t let it go.”

"Wei Yanwu?" The doctor called out the name.

"Wei Yanwu... I didn't realize until I left Longmen that there is actually a net everywhere. It's in Longmen, it's in Kazdaele, and it's even the Tower of Babel that seems to be united and working hard..." The corner of Chen Mo's mouth raised slightly: "Where? Someone looks so innocent and clean."

"I just thought you were complaining[{

"Just venting our complaints." Chen Mo replied: "After all, we will do treasonous things together. You and I are now accomplices."

"I'm better than you," the doctor retorted.

"It's not much better." Chen Mo stopped talking: "If I were a butcher who kills people without blinking an eye, you would be the undead from the Tower of Babel. When the butcher cuts his knife, the undead are cold and inhumane. They are quite similar to you now. ."

Chen Mo looked at the doctor's outfit.

"There's something I don't know whether to say or not?"

"No." The doctor answered without thinking, probably guessing what Chen Mo was thinking.

The way he looked at himself now was no different from that of a newcomer who first entered the Tower of Babel and someone who had stayed for a while.

"Oh, don't be like this." Chen Mo was unmoved: "Do you have something to hide? Maybe you really look scary. Otherwise, you shouldn't wear a hood all day long and dare not see people."

He nudged the doctor's shoulder lightly.

"Show me what you look like. I promise not to tell anyone else."

The doctor looked at him, then turned his head, and then he lifted his feet and left the side of the ship in a very shameless manner.

Chen Mo looked at the doctor's leaving figure and did not ask him to stay.

Until the late night when the doctor disappeared from sight.

He regained his sight and looked at the dark sky outside the ship's side, the pale moonlight obscured by dark clouds.

"No matter how good the moonlight is, it can't shine on some people's hearts."

Chen Mo murmured to himself, took out a cigarette and lit it quietly.

The blue flames disappeared at the touch of his fingertips, suppressing the faint pain of the wounds on his body.

In his eyes, Kazdel was a dying giant covered in bruises, like the dragon that fell in those years, letting people carve up the torn body, wearing a false body. From then on, the people in that land Not like humans, not like ghosts.

He may not have that much ability and ability to save the country, and that is not something that one person can do.

Wei Yanwu said a lot before leaving.

Some he didn't care about, some he kept in mind.

No matter how strong a person's force is, it can't compare to the calculation in the heart of a person. It is the soft knife that is the most abrasive. When the manpower is exhausted, the spirit will also be exhausted.

This is the truth that the old guy has figured out in his life. In the end, he was trapped in that prosperous place called Longmen.

Chen Mo thought, it was just a matter of doing what he could, even if he failed to do so, he had a clear conscience.

Where in the world is there a hard truth that as long as you put in the effort, you will definitely get something? And where is there any war that is destined to be victorious and undefeated?

If he unfortunately dies in Kazdare one day and is buried in this land with Sakaz, he will not be alone.

At least there would be a large group of people meeting him on the way to hell. At least when facing Theresa, she would be Theresa and not the princess of Sakaz.

Some burdens fall on our shoulders, not because we don’t want to, but because we can’t.Compared to Theresia, he was undoubtedly much luckier.

【Do you really think so? 】

That voice reappeared in Chen Mo's heart. He turned his head and saw a face exactly like his but with an indifferent expression.

[Want to accompany these Sakaz who are destined to perish?Even their master has given up, and you still want to stay here. 】

"Actually, I'm quite afraid of death..." Chen Mo said, he didn't go to see Him: "I used to think death was scary because there were things I couldn't let go of, but in fact, after facing death countless times and passing it by, , I’m even more scared. But compared to finding a safe place to hide and live in poverty for the rest of my life, I know I can’t do such a thing.”

Since when did I suddenly guess Theresa’s thoughts?

Maybe on the way back from Longmen.

There are so many trade-offs and tangled interests in a dragon gate, let alone a Tower of Babel and a country. I used to think that I had seen a lot. In fact, after I came back from the dragon gate, I realized that I still hadn’t seen much. .

I didn't see what this country looked like, and I overestimated the role that those theories could play in this land. Those theories were like a key, but the key was just a key, and the door was still there.

So heavy, decadent, huge, and deep-rooted.

The door is engraved with hundreds of thousands of years of history in this land, a history that is completely different from what is remembered.

Think about it, when did the word revolution arise? It has been about 200 years. It has been changing, compromising, bloodshed and sacrificed, modified and improved, and it took hundreds of years for it to gradually sprout and mature.

How can you alone change the direction of the entire era under the general trend? Besides, you don't have this ambition, and you don't have the ability.

So Chen Mo gave the fire to Theresia. She had experience, knowledge, experience brought by failure, and courage. She was a leader who was not favored by fate. She was destined to die on this road.

She needs to understand the land they live in better than Chen Mo herself, and know what this land really needs, what it lacks, how to change it, how to make choices, and how to take it and put it down.

Rather than someone trying to imitate a cat, making wild remarks, and taking it for granted to put forward some seemingly reasonable opinions, which is quite a bit of armchair talk and trying to be a half-baked thinker and philosophy instructor.

Human and dog-like.

Chen Mo couldn't help but laugh as he thought about it.

"It's quite funny." He thought, and added softly: "Talk is ruining the country... outsiders."

Fortunately, you don't have any ability or ambition, so you just don't care. Not only do you feel comfortable, but you also take advantage of it. You just feel sorry for Theresia.

Toil life.

Chapter 14 The Patriots

No one can hear someone's low self-deprecation in the night, just like no one can believe that there was a mature soul stuffed in a young body.

As time passed, even he himself began to regard himself as a child without realizing it.

Chen Mo was very lucky.

Fortunately, he was not really just a child. If he had really been a child at that time, maybe he wouldn't be as tired and conflicted as he is now.

If he had really been a child at the time, maybe he would have made different choices.

To be clear about love and hate, to be young and vigorous, of course you can also hate evil as much as hatred and be full of resentment.

For so many years, he suppressed himself, and the mature soul gradually became a burden. The mature person and his mature thoughts seemed to be a prison that imprisoned him.

Let him not be able to escape, let him have to look forward and backward, weigh the pros and cons, and live an ignoble existence as a despicable villain.

There are many things that are not impossible or unwilling to do, but cannot be done. The strict rules are like the simplest laws that bind people. This is the lightest one, so that the consequences and hidden dangers are far worse. A little more.

There is no such thing as "freedom" when people are alive.

The doctor drifted away, and after turning the road, he stopped at the corner.

Chen Mo didn't say anything to persuade him to stay.

They don't need to make it too clear. What needs to be said was already said two years ago. It's enough that Chen Mo mentioned that the doctor's answer was still the same as before.

In the past two years, the doctor has spent a lot of energy on the city of Grai. Just the formation of the court, the selection of personnel and the established plans have more than piled up the desks day and night.

Apart from the overt assistance from the Tower of Babel, he secretly did not know how much effort he put into this idea that he casually mentioned at the beginning. Perhaps from that time on, the doctor did not really expect this move to have any big effect in the future. He was just like most chess players, making moves all over the place for skill.

No matter where the situation goes from now on, it is better to have children than not to have children.

"An outsider? It's really...a perfect description."

The doctor murmured in a low voice. He stretched out his hand to lower the brim of his hat. His expression could not be seen clearly under the hood. He slowly put his hands into his pockets, raised his steps, and walked down the empty corridor.

The thin figure was reflected on the cold and smooth wall of Rhode Island.

These two strangers from Kazdaele chose the same, seemingly stupid path without telling the others in the Tower of Babel that day.

The night of May [-]th

Kazdale Eastbound Rhode Island

weather/cloudy

There was a light rain in the afternoon. This sudden light rain came without any warning. As long as Hedley can remember, the sky in Kazdaele has always been gloomy, just like this terminally ill country has never been. Had a sunny day.

He is a mercenary who survived on the Kazdare battlefield for many years. Few Sarkaz mercenaries know where they came from. Maybe one day he picked up a weapon that was lost on the battlefield and became a mercenary. Mercenaries, but most people know where they belong.

Death is actually not terrible. Although most mercenaries are not prepared to die, just like the rain during the day, Kazdel's death always comes suddenly without any warning.

Ines lit up the bonfire again and sat in front of the bonfire in silence. Few people knew why Ines had this habit, but Hedley was one of those few people.

Because the warmth and dim light of the campfire would make her feel at ease in the dark.

But in the dark and sunken land of Kazdare, where can there be a warm light to guide the Sakaz?Maybe that Highness is one. Hedley doesn't think highly of her, nor does he think highly of the Tower of Babel.

He walked over to Ines and sat down on the empty wooden box of supplies. The soles of his boots were stained with rain and mud, and he was wearing a poncho that he had not yet taken off.

When he sat down, some sporadic rainwater shook off his poncho. He had just returned from the outer security post. The Rhode Island was so big that it was difficult to cover up the traces of the huge Rhode Island as it drove across the land. It was like an eye-catching target. Therefore, we have to be fully vigilant and defensive to avoid being caught off guard.

At this point, Hedley, a "long-lived" professional mercenary, is undoubtedly very concerned about this.

Ines turned her head and glanced at him.

Hedley stretched out his hand to warm himself by the fire, dispelling the slight chill of the night, and rubbed his palms.

"It seems that we have been underestimated?" Ines said, no resentment could be heard, and her voice was surprisingly calm.

"Isn't it a good thing?" Hedley replied easily.

"Humph, of course it's a good thing. You can complete the task easily without risking your life. I don't know how long it has been since I encountered such a cheap and good job." Ines held a dead branch and stirred the bonfire, her black The hair seemed to merge with the night, and the shadow reflecting the firelight swayed with the movement of the hand.

"A lot of men were lost on this trip," Hedley retorted.

"But I guess you have already negotiated a price with the Tower of Babel, and our losses will be made up for." Ines said, as if she asked inadvertently: "W, did you stay here on purpose?"

"What do you mean?" Hedley seemed not to understand Ines' question.

"Don't pretend to be stupid for me, Hedley, you should know my ability." Ines turned to look at Hedley: "I mean, when you evacuated the camp, you left w, you want to use it She gets her hands off the rest of the camp, no, you want to get rid of them.”

Hedley did not look at the pair of golden pupils staring at him, or the cold face of the owner of the pupils.