13 Mink Street

The coffins were neatly placed in a huge tent, and those lying inside were all priests of order who died in the last battle, but not all of them, because although many people died in battle, they didn't even have a corpse. None of the blocks can be found, so it can only be delineated in the missing list.

According to the tradition of the church, the remains of priests will be recycled by the church, not into the First Knight Order, but recycled into spiritual materials.

In the eyes of secular people, this model is very inhuman, but for believers, it is fulfilling their vows and dedicating their piety, body and soul to the faith.

Karen walked among the coffins silently, and glanced at every resident inside. Some had young faces, some had mature faces, and some had no heads.

Their remains have been taken care of, and they are also replaced with brand-new order robes specially designed for the deceased. They do not contain special materials and embedded formations. Although the cost is low, they must be refined and elegant.

Someone's clothes were wrinkled, and Karen stopped to smooth them out, and someone's arm slipped off, and Karen would rearrange their hands, stacked on their stomachs.

The young priest, just as Karen set his hand, he slipped down again, and then slipped down again, as if he was deliberately joking with his military commander.

Karen laughed, and at the same time seemed to hear laughter from the coffins around her.

Once again, the posture of the remains was set, the arms did not slip, and the surroundings suddenly became quiet again.

Melier walked in, looking at Karen in the center of the coffin.

"Commander Cullen."

"Sorry, this is not suitable for interviews."

In fact, if you take a photo here, the publicity effect will definitely be very good, very textured.

Of course, the premise is that Karen does not show pride and spirit, and does not extend the effect of the picture to "his achievements are based on these corpses", but deliberately expresses loss, sadness, bowing or kneeling on one knee Posture is the best.

But Karen is unwilling to do this. If they are still alive, for example, when the army first marches to the front line, he doesn't mind being in front of them or using them to express and promote himself, but now, Karen feels that they need to be quiet.

After all, the roar of the battlefield is too noisy.

"I know, that's why I didn't have a camera," Mélière said.

Karen ignored her and continued walking between the coffins.

Meliye followed lightly and walked with her for a while. When Karen finished walking one row and was about to turn around and go to the next one, Meliye said at the right time:

"Actually, I don't like war. Although I know it is a hot spot and attracts the most attention, I will feel disgusted from the bottom of my heart after seeing the scene of war."

Karen said casually: "It's okay. In this scene, it is a natural correctness to say that you love peace and hate war."

Melier asked with some surprise: "I originally thought that you, Commander, would think the same at this moment."

"No, I won't, but I understand that you would think so. In this world, as long as there are people who are responsible, desperate and guarding, it is inevitable that there will be people standing behind to grieve and cherish.

Natural and correct things can only be used to cultivate sentiment, just like sugar cubes with coffee, in fact, they have little meaning.

In other words, you can think this way because you are a reporter, and you are not a member of the battle order, but I am the supreme commander of the group army, and I cannot have such naive thoughts like you. "

"But I... am also a follower of order."

"That means your belief is not pure enough and you are starting to get lost."

Upon hearing this, Meliye knelt down immediately, her body began to tremble.

Seeing this, Karen said, "Get up."

"Yes, my lord."

Mélière stood up slowly. She regretted coming in, and even more regretted that she dared to use this almost equal interview method to communicate with the young army commander.

"It's not a big problem if the belief is not pure, and the belief starts to get lost. From deep belief to doubt, and then from doubt to deep belief, this is the objective law of cognition."

"Yes, my lord."

"As for your dislike of war, I can understand it, but for them..." Karen pointed to the densely packed coffins around, "I am for their courage, for their dedication, for their Sacrifice, be proud."

"Of course, I understand what you mean, my lord."

"No, you don't understand. In your eyes, the war we are waging is of the same nature as the struggle for colonies between empires in the secular world, right?"

"No...it's not."

"Relax, I'm not interested in specifically targeting a reporter, let alone sending a reporter to the Whip of Order trial court.

The reason why I tell you this is because we are both believers in order, and we should support each other on the path of order; the second is because you have performed very well recently. A series of follow-up reports caused a good response in the rear.

I promised you that I would help you transfer to the big area. Since you want to work under me, you need to understand me and understand me, so that I can save trouble, do you understand? "

"clear."

Melier forced a smile on her face.

"Essentially, this war was provoked by the Cult of the Desert first, and then our Cult of Order intervened. Of course, I don't deny that it was our Cult of Order who took the initiative to expand the scale of the battle and finally forced the coalition forces to end.

But I am not interested in these rules and regulations.

When I stood on the podium and saw the special spells, formations, and war weapons offered by the glamorous orthodox religions such as the Life God Sect and the Earth God Sect, all I could think of was Next thought..."

Karen reached out and poked his forehead lightly.

"That is, no matter what the reason, no matter how, as long as our guns are aimed at them, I will not hesitate to order the guns to fire.

I will be proud and worthy of all my soldiers who died on the battlefield where the sword was drawn towards them.

because,

We and them are not fighting for interests, not fighting for missionary areas, not fighting for the right to speak...

We and them represent two civilizations;

They are two completely different ways of looking at the world.

The struggle between us and them will not end with one party's defeat and surrender, or even one party's demise and destruction, because what the two sides are trying to erase is not only the body and soul of the other party, but also the spiritual imprint.

You shouldn't hate the war in front of you, because this war has already started in the last era, and it has continued until now.

It's just that our momentarily powerful enemy is temporarily weak, making us mistakenly believe that we have experienced the so-called peace, and then mistakenly believe that this kind of peace is innate and should be taken for granted. "

When he said this, Karen couldn't help but see the figure sitting there with his back facing him.

Ah,

When the believers of the god religion knew that their gods were blocked by the god of order and could not come back... how angry and crazy they must be.

As a follower of order, you actually have no choice at all;

Because the God you believe in has already made a decision on your behalf, placing you in the opposite position to the entire church circle.

Melier asked: "Master, can I write what you just said in the next report?"

"Can."

"I can fill in other places, but I think there is still a concluding remark missing, and I hope you can add it."

Karen nodded.

said:

"Throw away the illusion and prepare to fight."

Melier hesitated for a moment and asked:

"But we're already at war, we're at war, we're at war."

"Yes, however, some people haven't lost their illusions yet."

...

Miguel walked into the whipman's office, holding a thick file in his hand, and came to the desk. He sorted the files and placed them. Then, he took out today's "Order Weekly" and reminded in a low voice:

"Whipkeeper, today's "Order Weekly" published a field interview with Commander Karen."

Foden stopped what he was doing and stretched out his hand.

Miguel breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, he felt that the "thirst" of the whipman for Commander Karen has reached a level that even his secretary can't understand.

Foden put the newspaper in front of him, scanned it, and finally settled on the last few paragraphs.

"Throw away the illusion and prepare to fight."

"..."

"...Some people haven't lost their fantasy yet."

Foden moved his body up and down anxiously, wanted to stand up, but didn't stand up, wanted to turn sideways, but didn't turn over, wanted to get a water glass, halfway outstretched his hand, and then retracted it.

At this scene, Miguel was stunned, with a look of hell, because his own whip is now looking like a hell.

"The Whipman."

"roll."

"The whipman?"

"roll!"

"yes!"

Miguel immediately scrambled out of the office.

Foden patted the desk with his hands. The desk was made of special materials and was not damaged. However, the terrible vibration caused by this caused the surrounding glaciers to collapse in a large area. Auggie had to raise his head and float out of the ice pool. out.

After a while, Foden calmed down, his face was ashen.

So far, the most difficult opponent Karen has encountered in his career is Burne, who is currently the chief bishop of York City.

He had sniffed out Karen's traces several times, but because of special opportunities and developments, he chose to stand beside or behind Karen, and the two did not really have a direct conflict.

A person like Bourne who spends almost his entire life in the shadows is like a painter who has honed his skills to the point of proficiency. He can forget the so-called rigid process and pursue agility and freehand brushwork. The boss of this special service organization, They can also achieve similar artistic perception in this respect.

There is no need for a complete line of clues and chains of evidence. Sometimes it is really a terrible sixth sense that can sense the truth behind the incident.

Of course, Foden's level in this aspect is far superior to Byrne's.

So from this article, he keenly breathed the smell of being alone with the high priest in the office hall when he came back from the front that day.

The high priest is reintegrating and examining his team, and Karen said that he must throw away his fantasy and prepare for battle.

In the eyes of outsiders, these two things are completely irrelevant, but Foden is sure that there must be the same characteristic in them!

His previous emotional loss of control also came from here.

In the past, he just felt that Karen was like the high priest when he was young, because of the similarity of personal characteristics such as handling style, behavior habits, and ability development, which were objective, realistic, and rational.

But at this moment, Foden realized that there was a similar charm between them.

In other words, what I thought was very similar before was because I haven't been able to capture this touch of charm, and only saw the shallowness of the periphery.

these two people,

It's as if they both know a big secret that the world doesn't know. This secret drives them to converge in behavior and thinking.

"hiss……"

Foden put his hand against his forehead, and under the cover of his palm, his eyes were wide open.

Yes, he was getting scared.

If it is said that when Karen felt like a high priest before, as the boss of the "new high priest", he can still enjoy the pleasure of taboo;

Now, when I think that I am the boss of the "high priest", I dare to sit on the high priest, turn Karen's face into Norton, and bring it to the whipman, it is so strong that it makes the soul tremble panic.

This kind of panic went beyond the threat of death, because Foden actually felt that I was a bit rebellious to be his boss.

"Ah..."

Foden sighed and then took a deep breath.

He stretched out his hand and picked up the newspaper again, but instead of continuing to read the content of the report, he quickly weighed a decision in his mind.

Should I go to explore, what is that secret?

He didn't dare to investigate the high priest's side, but here, with his skills and resources, Karen can completely investigate Karen again, twice, and three times...

Everyone has secrets, and the superior allows his subordinates to have their own private space.

But Foden can almost be sure now that the resume and report about Karen he has in hand is definitely not the most authentic side.

Orphans...

An innocent orphan?

The former high priest, Rasma, lost his mother since he was a child, and was adopted by a priest in the church. What he first showed was a strong talent for practice, and a perception and affinity for the power of order and rules that surpassed ordinary people's understanding. Stand out in the church school and get higher support from the church.

Before actually participating in the work, Rathma was almost a blank slate except for his talent in practice. This point is clearly shown in Rathma's resume. Details most authentic unretouched resume.

But what's up with Karen?

Not only is his resume extremely glamorous, but his promotion speed is astonishing, especially after getting in touch with him, he compares the secretary around him like an idiot in terms of dealing with people; ;Able to handle affairs, reform, behave...and fight.

Foden looked at his left hand. On Auggie’s back that day, he grabbed Karen’s wrist and added Auggie’s scales to his water glass. When he grabbed the other’s wrist, he felt the spiritual power fluctuations in Karen’s body. .

He was trying his best to hide, or hiding was already a behavior habit of his, but at that time, he was in a battlefield environment, and his mood fluctuated a lot... He was still detected by himself.

Foden knows that compared with all the shocking abilities Karen has shown, the most shocking thing should be his personal strength.

This is an orphan.

The fuck is an orphan?

Moreover, this orphan has not experienced the training of the church system. Although he is currently studying at the University of Order, it is only a later stage to go to gold.

investigate him,

investigate those around him,

Counting forward, in all periods, everyone who came into contact with him will be thoroughly investigated!

Not only the places where he lived, but also the places he visited, had to dig out the foundations and carry out the most comprehensive cleaning!

Foden can bet his own soul, and he will definitely find something that makes him feel dazzling.

The entire Cult of Kosmos, and only him, Foden, can be so confident and capable of promoting this matter.

But he wasn't going to do that.

Because the high priest was also born as an orphan...

Before the high priest was determined to be the next high priest candidate after Rathma, his identity as the successor of Lord Tiranus had always been a secret.

"Hehehe...hahaha..."

Foden laughed, a bit sad, a bit helpless, laughing so much that Auggie, who was floating next to him, felt goose bumps on his dragon flesh. As a giant frost dragon, she was shivering from the cold. .

It's ridiculous,

This is the first time as the whipman of the Cult of Order, not because I'm afraid I won't be able to find out,

but afraid of...

Don't really find out anything.

...

"Son, eat while it's hot."

Kathy handed Richard the meal she had ordered.

"Thank you Mom."

Richard accepted it with a smile, and sat in front of his father's bed and began to eat.

The mother and son glared at each other here a few days ago, and Richard even yelled at his mother and sister-in-law.

But this does not affect the mother and son sitting in front of the husband (father) to eat together.

In this world, the easiest hatred to resolve is between parents and children.

Because when enmity is concluded, one party knows in his heart that the other party will forgive himself in the end no matter what.

Therefore, this kind of confidence will also lead to a phenomenon, that is, between family members, they often do harm more brazenly than when facing outsiders.

But Richard's conduct that day did not belong to this category;

Kaixi and Lucy have also submitted inspections to the Military Disciplinary Office, and the Military Disciplinary Office has already given a receipt, but because the large force is about to be transferred to the next battlefield, according to the actual situation, the two will continue to stay in their posts first, and the specific processing and punishment process , and then implement it when the next stage is over and rested.

According to the wartime regulations, there is a high probability that Kaixi and Lucy will be deprived of all the credits they have accumulated after joining the army this time. This is due to their voluntary confession; If he was absent from duty at the time, if he really wanted to be infinitely high, it would be no problem to send him to the Court of Order for sentencing.

"What happened that day was my mother's fault. It was because my mother was in a daze."

"It's in the past."

Richard had no way of comforting this matter. He could only say that it was because of the nature of the formation of the militia that the mother and sister-in-law, who originally had no experience in the army and enlisted purely as technical arms, forgot their identities at critical moments.

Richard heard from Karen that the main purpose of this war was that the high priest wanted to train soldiers.

Richard thinks, perhaps, this is the effect of military training, let priests like his mother and sister-in-law get familiar with and understand war.

Kaixi asked, "Is it going to be transferred tomorrow?"

"um, yes."

"Then your dad has to be transported back to the rear, if he doesn't wake up tonight."

The group army needs to be transferred to the next battlefield. In principle, it is possible to keep the wounded number with a certain combat effectiveness to accompany it, especially for technical arms, such as the formation mage, the accompanying conditions can be more lenient, but the premise is that my father must at least wait for him to wake up. Come……

If he continues to be unconscious, he can only be sent back to the rear for further treatment.

"Mom, don't worry, Dad has gone back to recuperate, and I'm still here."

Although his son doesn't seem to be considerate, so when he said this, Richard felt a little guilty instinctively.

But Kaixi smiled and nodded: "Yes, my son is here, of course I don't have to be afraid of anything, I am just worried about your father."

"The recuperation conditions in the rear are still acceptable."

"En." Kaixi replied, but she was still unwilling to leave her husband. This kind of concern and attachment is inexplicable. During the period of joining the army, she seemed to have talked with her husband again. in love.

At this time, Lucy pushed the wheelchair over, and the little uncle Duck was sitting in the wheelchair.

Dak's two legs are gone from below the knees. Now that the wounds have been treated, prosthetics can be installed or they can be regrown slowly with growth fluid.

Many people choose to install artificial limbs, because the use of growth fluid will consume their own vitality. This side effect will lead to the end of the priest's practice and enter the period of decline ahead of schedule.

"Eisen will wake up, I feel it's coming soon." Dak said.

"Yes, my brother must be waking up soon, maybe not long after he was sent to the rear, he woke up and applied to come back." Lucy said.

Kaixi looked at the time and said, "The visiting time is up, we have to go back and count the formation materials, Lucy."

"Okay." Lucy said to Duck, "I'll come to accompany you after the inspection is over."

"Relax, honey, I'm fine, really."

After Kathy and Lucy left, Duck stretched out his hand to Richard and made a gesture of pinching a cigarette.

Richard smiled and took out a cigarette from his pocket, and lit it for his uncle. At the same time, he arranged a shielding barrier to prevent the smell of smoke from escaping.

"What happened to your sister-in-law and your mother is what they did wrong, and you did very well, Richard, and your sister-in-law feels ashamed."

"It's all right, Uncle."

"Well, our Richard has really grown up, haha."

"Dark, it's time for consultation." A doctor in the distance began to call.

"I'm coming!"

Dak took a deep puff, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and wanted to stamp it out with his feet, but found that he had no feet now.

Richard stepped forward, picked up the cigarette butt, put it in a disposable lunch box, and extinguished it.

"I don't want to use growth fluid." Dak said, "I want to wear prosthetics, but your sister-in-law doesn't agree."

"You should listen to sister-in-law."

"Even if the growth fluid grows out, I am not as flexible as before. I am getting older, but if I wear artificial limbs, I can continue to charge on the undead horse. I enjoy that feeling."

"Uncle..."

"Do you know the scene of seeing your comrades-in-arms being crushed together with their horses and horses? At that time, there was a thought in the hearts of those who survived. Although they are gone, we will continue to charge with them."

"You and sister-in-law should discuss it carefully."

"I will."

Richard stepped forward to push his uncle back for an examination, but Duck refused, and pushed the wheelchair away by himself:

"You stay with your dad. Didn't the doctor say, talk to your dad more, and your dad will wake up more easily."

After Duck left, Richard just sat down when he saw a figure standing beside him.

Richard looked up and saw Philomena.

"I...I can't cook delicious food in my current mood."

Richard thought that Philomena was not full again, and it was difficult for her to get full from the meals in the cafeteria, because she was too embarrassed to go back and forth to order food.

Philomena shook her head, and placed two meals in front of Richard.

"This... I just..."

Richard, who obviously had just eaten, paused for a moment, and immediately continued:

"I just happened to be hungry, hehe."

After speaking, he lowered his head and continued to eat.

Philomena turned and left without saying a word or expressing any extra expressions, but the lunch box left behind was hot.

After barely eating another half of the box, Richard put the rest away for supper.

He looked at his father who was lying on the bed, and there was a dark red ball floating above his father. The black cat doctor said that it could help to sort out the mind and consciousness and assist in waking up.

My father has suffered a mental shock, and now his consciousness is scattered. He may wake up soon, or... he may not be able to wake up in this life.

Richard leaned the chair under him to the side of the hospital bed, and gently held his father's hand:

"Dad, you'd better wake up quickly, my mother really can't do without you now."

This is said, very dry...without emotion.

Because the father and son seem to be unfamiliar with normal family emotional communication for a long time. In the Guman family, another more classical and more realistic emotional expression is popular.

"Dad, how about this, I'll buy you a belt when you wake up, and let you hang it on the tree to smoke for three days to celebrate, what do you think?"

Mr. Eisen didn't respond.

Richard smiled wryly, poured himself a glass of water, and drank it.

"They are all worried about you, but I'm actually not too worried. I think you will wake up, Dad. Yes, the doctor said that the injury is serious, and Pu'er also said that your condition is cautiously optimistic, but I don't think it's a big deal. , This injury is really nothing compared to what you have experienced before.

You need to wake up quickly,

Hey,

Have you forgotten, there is an agreement between us that hasn't been fulfilled yet! "

Richard's next words made Eisen's fingers tremble:

"I'm going to take you to a snack shop, Memphis."