I am a tutor/Terra transcriber in Terra, but the enlightenment stream

"No one could have predicted this riot, so naturally he would not have known that the old nobles would capture Chernobog so quickly, which obviously brought Ursus to the edge of war that he did not want to see."

"Even so, he still compromised and recognized the legality of the operations of the Third and Fourth Army and the control of Chernobog, which was exactly opposite to his interests."

"Well," Shining nodded slightly, "So sir, you doubt that the emperor has 100% back-up plans to prevent the war?"

"Yes, but I don't have any clue..."

"You two," W suddenly pushed open the door and placed two hot omelettes on the table: "This is the last time I will cook for three people."

After speaking, he glared at Shining and Loya, and then closed the door angrily.

"Miss W seems to be a lot more squeamish." Shining blinked in surprise.

"She's a bit arrogant, but she has to be pampered."

Luo Ya understands that W has been worrying about gains and losses recently, and the straight temper he developed on the battlefield has become a lot awkward.

The fried eggs are very fragrant, and W is finally not the woman who only knows how to bake potatoes.

But she didn't bring the tableware over, and it was impossible for Loya to grab it and eat it, so he was forced to endure the temptation of breakfast and return to the topic:

"Do you have any guesses?"

Shining thought for a moment and asked, "Can you tell me the specific terms he gave?"

"It probably means that except for the core city, other urban areas are distributed freely."

"Well...I probably know it, but why don't you know it?"

Shining glanced at Loya with a rather puzzled look.

"Why do I know?" Loya was confused.

Shining didn't answer, his eyes were calm, making him feel uncomfortable.

After about 3 minutes, he said calmly: "Aren't you the best at this?"

"Ah..." Luo Ya suddenly understood.

What she meant was that Fyodor wanted to use Chernobog as a sacrifice to divert internal conflicts to avoid the outbreak of civil war.

It just so happened that he played the same way, and the victim was right in front of him.

Thinking of this, Luo Ya said with a guilty conscience: "The Shining is still powerful, much stronger than me."

"You say such things again," Shining shook his head in amusement, "Can you please not harm your face just to comfort me?"

"No."

"..." Shining was speechless.

"You have complaints against me," Loya said with a smile, "It's good, because it was all my fault."

"No, I didn't..."

"No, you have to."

Loya stood up, walked less than one centimeter in front of Shining and grabbed her shoulders.

He was a little taller than her, so he had to bend his legs slightly so that he could look directly into those confused eyes.

The Shining is smart, but The Shining is also stupid.

She is who knows how many years older than him, but she was deceived by him.

But it can't be considered a lie - because Loya knows that this is a responsibility.

He put away his smile.

"Don't hang around me all the time, Shining."

"I forgive you, Amiya forgives you, Kazdel forgives you, but you have not forgiven yourself."

"Shining, everything is over. Kazdaele no longer needs me. You should have your own life."

After speaking, Loya let go.

Shining was silent for a long time, and then nodded: "I understand."

"If only you really understood."

Loya sighed, opened the door and left.

There were still many things to do today, but he planned to do the most important thing first, which was the least helpful to the situation.

The adjutant who was promoted to second lieutenant last night carried the body away as soon as Luo Ya moved forward, and delivered the things in less than two hours.

There were not many things, and there was even only one piece of clothing - a large-sized Ursus-style anti-shock vest, which was stained with blood. Loya thought about it for a long time last night and finally did not choose to wash it off.

Loya put the vest into an ordinary clothing bag and signed his name, lowered the brim of his hat and went out.

Lyudmila waited at the door for a long time.

"Good morning, Lord Duke——"

She leaned on the door eaves and said hello feebly, but Loya had a problem as soon as she opened her mouth:

"Can you find a way to get the key to Chernobog?"

"Huh?" Lyudmila suspected that she heard wrongly.

Her knowledge of the key was limited to its name and nothing else.

"Okay, I'll think of a way," Loya ended the topic, passed Lyudmila with the bag in hand, and waved: "Follow me to meet someone."

"Who?"

"A girl."

Chapter 42 Wormwood

The sky was overcast and the rain was pouring.

Zoya felt tired and sat down against a relatively intact wall, staring at the sky in a daze.

The sky is not blue and the clouds are not white.

My mother said that Chernobog always has this kind of weather throughout the year, so people here have to learn to adapt.

Although I don't like it, it can't change the city's horrible weather.

Because my father works, most of the family only consists of myself and my mother, so life is not always so satisfactory. Being strong and sensible has become a necessity, and being willful can only be slowly lost in childhood.

Slowly, things got better at home, because obedient children can always bring comfort to their parents.

So Zoya was very well-behaved, and it was the same yesterday. She helped close the doors and windows when she got home, and then hid with her mother without going anywhere.

Unfortunately, there was a fire, a fire burning from far, far away.

The rescue team did not come, and the remaining people fled in a hurry.

It was daybreak, it was raining, and the fire was gradually extinguished.

But in District [-], only gray and white remains.

The survivors cried and mourned.

It was like a giant funeral.

There were embers floating in the air, slowly drifting past Zoya's eyes.

The girl reached out and caught a piece and placed it in front of the pit where her mother was buried.

The shovel was borrowed and I forgot to return it.

So Zoya dragged the shovel and stood up. Slowly, little by little, her steps staggered, passing over ruins one after another, and stopped in front of a lone white pillar.

There was crying again.

Zoya glanced over - the person who lent her the shovel was dead.

...No need to pay it back.

"Thank you."

The girl walked back again, sat back down, closed her eyes, and hummed softly.

The sound was not loud, but it was the only one besides the wails.

Some passers-by were attracted by the singing and looked for the source of the sound. They looked around, but they never knew that the person making the sound was an unkempt beggar beside him.

——Even Luo Ya, after looking at it for a long time, he realized that the person sitting there with his head buried in silence was a girl.

"Who set the fire?"

"It's most likely an accident. Because no one took care of it, it caused a big disaster..."

Lyudmila looked away, it was difficult for her to face such a scene calmly.

Loya wanted to feel uncomfortable, but he was really used to it.

Her intact attire attracted a lot of attention, but those eyes quickly realized something and lowered their heads in horror.

The army destroys order, the fire consumes tomorrow, and the emperor crushes hope.

The citizens of Chernobog have reached the abyss.

Loya walked up to the girl: "Your name is Zoya?"

She raised her head and looked at Loya, looking again and again.

Oh, I remembered. I stood up and saluted, but it was useless. My legs were too weak and I fell down. I struggled to get up again, but in the end I lost all the strength in my arms.

Luo Ya gently lifted the girl up and let her sit sideways in his arms.

"Slow down, take a rest, sleep when you want, and wait until you wake up. I'll wait for you."

"..."

Whatever you want to do with yourself, do whatever you want.

Zoya didn't speak and closed her eyes. She didn't know him, but she fell asleep.

Lyudmila got tired of standing, so she also sat down and asked:

"Are you really just waiting like this?"

"Wait, my time is not valuable, so it doesn't matter if I wait."

Luo Ya patted the girl's back gently, hummed a song in his mouth, and continued after a while:

"When I was a child, I often saw in books that children lost their parents after natural and man-made disasters, and were left alone to freeze and starve to death. At that time, I particularly hated those who caused man-made disasters, and I also thought about going into books and doing something for them."

"Then I became the one who let the children freeze to death and starve to death. Ha, nothing is ever the same."

After saying that, he hummed a soft song again.

Struggles will kill people, games will kill people, accidents will kill people, and most of them will be good people and ordinary people.

Lyudmila could feel Loya's torment and pain, but this torment and pain could no longer affect him in the slightest, because he had already made the choice between morality and justice countless times.

Around six o'clock in the evening, Zoya slowly opened her eyes.

The world is no different than it was before bed.

She slowly closed her eyes again and said weakly: "You are a good person."

"I'm not."

"But what I saw when I woke up was you, thank you."

Zoya regained some of her composure and looked around. Her father had not come back, which meant that he would never come back.

The big man handed over a bag. Inside was a police vest. He took it out and spread it out. It was stained with a lot of blood.

"Can I wear it?"

"anytime."

The girl put it on and it became more than one size too big.

She cast her gaze on Luo Ya, one tall and one short, one bent and one raised, and her dim eyes had a little more brightness.

"Dad, did you kill someone like those people?"

"killed."