Longmen Memoirs

But she has her own thoughts in her heart. Everyone should have their own thoughts, let alone her.

Chen Mo's pen tip touched the paper lightly. He knew in his heart the answer that Wei Na hoped for, but he could not make more promises to her. Promises without results were destined to achieve nothing.

There were too many things between them, and these could not be overcome by one person's wishful thinking. Maybe Wei Na was not sure, so she didn't mention anything in the end.

In short, he let down a girl who probably loved him equally, for the second time.

The ink of the pen spread across the paper, gradually soaking into the lines about the Pardoner and Hedley's team, and he saw a familiar code name in it.

A new battlefield.

ps: Let me tell you, there is only Xiao Mo between Wei Na and Chen Mo.

Chapter 24 Kazdaele, I have done my best for you.

W is running away like crazy.

She hid herself in the smoke rising from the battlefield, but she could still feel a pair of eyes watching her every move from somewhere.

Hedley was right.

On the battlefield, the identities of prey and hunter are never fixed.

w never regrets.

She leaned on the half-collapsed cement board, holding the grenade launcher with few remaining ammunition in her arms. The magazine of the handgun was thrown out, and the last spare magazine was inserted into the gun.

Pull the bolt.

w took a breath and tried to calm her breathing. She reached out and wiped away the blood and mud that blurred her vision. Light rain fell from the sky, and the thick mist obscured the ruins of the battlefield.

click.

A slight sound came from behind, W turned around suddenly, and was about to activate the gun without even thinking about it. The person holding the gun held down her hand, and she pulled out the dagger from her waist with her backhand.

The dagger missed Ines's neck by a hair, and if she hadn't dodged, it would have slit her throat.

"it's me!"

Ines whispered.

"I know it is you."

"then you……"

W's expression made Ines stop talking.

"whispering sound."

She spat softly and released her hand holding W.

"I'm glad you're alive, Ines." W backed up and leaned on the concrete slab. She glanced at Ines' side: "Where's the Hedley man? He escaped?"

"We were separated and I couldn't find him."

"You found me? Ah, your magic is still as convenient as ever."

W's gaze fell on Ines's eyes. Those red eyes were bloodshot, obscure and dry, which was the result of excessive use of magic.

"Are you sure you want to discuss this topic with me at this time?" Ines asked. She squatted down. Only then did W notice that her entire right arm was covered with blood. After being bandaged in a hurry, the red Blood soaked the bandage.

"Are you injured?"

"It doesn't matter." Ines lowered her head and blinked her sore and swollen eyes. Her vision suddenly became blurry.

w stopped laughing anymore.

She thought she should laugh at the woman in front of her. Ines also thought so, but W didn't.

"You should know what it means to be injured on the battlefield?"

"If you are afraid that I will become a burden to you, there is no need to put it so tactfully. Your situation is not much better than mine."

"Let me ask you, how is the situation outside now?"

"I don't know. The Pardoners came too suddenly. We underestimated their strength. They broke up our team. Their individual combat power is far stronger than any team we have encountered in the past. I doubt..."

"Do you suspect we are being used as live bait?"

【~

"..."

"Now it's the same as last time, isn't it?" W inserted the dagger back into her waist and put her other hand on her knee. Ines saw a smile appear on the corner of her mouth, which was not gentle at all. Nasty yet sarcastic.

"You and I are left again, the same situation, the same battlefield, the same situation, and different enemies."

"You're right." Ines sighed.

"Will Hedley die?"

"I don't know, the odds are against me." Ines frowned and said, "I can't see what's going on on the battlefield. Some of the Sin Absolvers can sense my spells, and they are quite capable."

"Then you are really useless."

"Do you think you are qualified to say such a thing? At least I haven't reached the point where I can't hold a weapon."

"Are you angry?" W asked with raised eyebrows.

"I, ha... I didn't expect that I would end up dying together with you."

"Have we not always been prepared for this, Ines, or has this peaceful time given you the illusion that we will not die on the battlefield?"

Ines was stunned.

w is right, maybe like Hedley, since I joined the Tower of Babel, I have never thought about how I will die in this war. The Tower of Babel did make me feel at ease a lot and also relaxed. My vigilance.

But w is different.

I can't see her clearly now. Hedley's feeling is right. W has changed a lot. She may have become more mature or more realistic. She has seen more in the Tower of Babel.

She knows the truth better than any of us.

The Absolver, a mysterious and deadly man.

Hedley paused.

He looked at the several figures blocking the way in front of him. Their black robes exposed Sakaz's horns. They stood on the ruins of the battlefield, overlooking the mercenaries who stopped below.

"Confirm target, Hedley." A slightly deep voice came into Hedley's ears.

Military boots stepped on the thin snow.

"The Absolver?" Hedley gasped.

"You've caused us a lot of trouble, mercenary, and you're very good at escaping."

"Sarkazi mercenaries are very good at escaping."

Hedley said that as he glanced at the three pardoners surrounding him in a triangle, he knew that his chances of escaping were slim.

"We have lost a lot of manpower during this period, from you and your... leaving the court, Hedley, you should be proud of this. We have not suffered such a heavy blow in a long time."

"Because you are always hiding behind, hiding in the shadows of Kazdel and Sakaz, obeying the instructions of His Highness, and setting off one conspiracy after another to make the mercenaries kill each other."

"...You have misunderstandings about us."

"Appreciate further details."

"The existence of the Pardoner is for the continuation of Sakaz and Kazdel. Everything we do and all our actions are based on this principle, soothe Sakaz's pain and cure Kazdel's illness."

"Ha...this is really the funniest joke I've ever heard."

"you do not believe."

"You betrayed Theresia."

"No, it was Theresia who betrayed Sakaz. Even so, we still have the greatest respect for her. What Theresia did deserves the respect of all Sakaz, but she chose the wrong path. , she should not forget history, her choice will lead all Sakaz into the abyss."

"How dare you be sure, Sin Pardoner? How dare you be sure that you are right? I am sure that you and your Highness, what you are doing now is right!"

"There's no point in delaying, Hedley."

The Pardoner shook his head. He jumped down from the ruins and landed a few steps away from Hedley.

"Since we are here, no matter what your plan is, the result is already determined." The Pardoner said, staring at Hedley under the mask, and the mist filled the battlefield.

"Mercenaries should not expose themselves to the enemy's sight. You are a veteran and you know the consequences of doing so, but now that you have made a choice, you should also bear the corresponding price."

"The price is death?" Hedley asked.

"You can choose to commit suicide, we will not stop you."

"..."

Hedley did not answer. He silently unhooked the crossbow bolts from his back. The folded crossbow fell into the water. He took off his cloak and removed unnecessary weapons. He just held tightly to the only remaining weapon in his hand.

The Pardoners did not stop him.

"It seems you have other ideas."

Hedley raised his sword.

He once considered leaving Kazdaele and staying out of this war, but...he didn't do that because he was unwilling to do so, he was unwilling to leave the battlefield, and he was unwilling to have no place of his own in this war. In fact, what he is most unwilling to accept is that for so many years, they have sacrificed their lives in this Kazdare, fighting each other for the so-called reward, for the so-called price, just to survive like this.

He felt that it shouldn't be like this. He felt that those who died in Sarkaz in Kazdare should not accept this kind of death and ending.

Hedley has always understood that he should not have so many thoughts, nor should he be so worried. The situation and situation of Kazdaile in Sarkaz are not something that he, a little mercenary, can control, and he has never been able to control it because of his any changes in ideas.

But he still thinks about it, and he thinks about it more and more recently.

"I do have other ideas." Hedley took a deep breath. "I wonder what Kazdaele would be like without mercenaries and battlefields."

He rushed towards the Pardoner in front of him with his sword.

The edge of the sword split the spell, and the dazzling light illuminated the mercenary's vicissitudes of life. His eyes were filled with bright light, and his steps were moving forward at this moment.

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The battlefield was cut into countless pieces.

There are more than just pardoners on the battlefield.

The battle ended quickly, but it was far more intense than before. This reminded W of the contract they first came into contact with at the Tower of Babel. They were in the same situation, but the identities of the enemy and companions were different. It would be better to say that it was exactly the same. Because of their differences, their situation is even more difficult now.

The etched bullets in the gun were empty, so W replaced it with a dagger.

She couldn't find Ines. Maybe she was hiding, or maybe she chose to evacuate in advance. It wouldn't be surprising what that woman would do.

"whispering sound."

She retracted her hand and kicked the corpse on the ground. This guy brought nothing. Except for a few crossbow arrows and a corpse, w couldn't find anything useful.

"Can you inform me in advance next time you set a trap?" She saw Ines coming out of the fog, holding a gun in her hand. Her hands were stained with blood, and the blood oozing out of her right arm was even worse. too much.

"You actually took advantage of the opportunity and didn't run away." W said goodbye, her tone full of disappointment.

"That really disappoints you." Ines threw the gun in her hand to W: "Your trap almost killed me."

"Aren't you still alive and well?"

"...It's almost."

"That's enough." W opened the bolt of the gun, confirmed the remnants of the ammunition, and put it behind him: "How many did you meet over there?"

"Three."

"Only three, it took you so long."

"I'm not like you. I'm not as desperate as you." Ines sighed: "We have to find a place to rest temporarily. I feel that the situation is getting worse and worse."

"Your reaction is really slow. When will the situation be better?" W said.

night.

the depths of the ruins.

With the faint cold light of the portable flashlight, W sat next to Ines. Ines closed her eyes and leaned on W's shoulder. She fell asleep. Maybe even she didn't realize that she was asleep.

w turned away disdainfully.

This damn woman had been stubborn all day long, saying it didn't matter, but her true colors were revealed in just a moment.

If there was a faint sound of breathing from time to time, W would even feel that Ines had turned into a cold corpse.