Demon Sword God

"Well, in today's war, many knights join the army to support their families. How many of them come back in the end depends on luck. I'm sorry." The female receptionist sighed and glanced at the medal just put in the recycling basket. The knight died in battle, and the medal

It will be recycled. Then the waitress turned back and handed Mu Lin a piece of white paper full of words and a green card.

"This is the pension payment form. You sign it. The pension is in this card. You can take it away after signing. Opposite is the Continental General Bank. You can go and withdraw the money..."

Killed in action... pension...

Mu Lin stared blankly at the white paper in front of him that was filled with black words. The hand that took the pen stopped in mid-air blankly. Mu Lin wanted to cry, but he couldn't cry.

I want to be strong, strong...

But why, my eyes feel... getting hazy.

Just when Mu Lin's spirit was about to collapse due to the sudden blow, there was a burst of warmth behind him, and a pair of slender hands stretched out from behind him and hugged his waist.

Qingqing's body gently pressed against Mu Lin's back.

"Brother, I want to go home."

The faint voice silenced the whole world for a moment. All that was left was the increasingly synchronized heartbeat.

Thump—thump—

Mu Lin held the thin but warm hand on his waist for a long time...

Tick-tock——

Tears still fell down and wet the white paper in front of me.

"Well, let's go home."

"Can I take that medal back as a souvenir?" Mu Lin lowered his head and asked in a low voice, his tone filled with indescribable sadness and heaviness.

"Give it to you, it's useless for us to keep it anyway, sorry..." the female receptionist said sadly, took out the medal she had just put into the recycling basket and handed it to Mu Lin.

Mu Lin took the medal and quickly wrote a few words on the white paper with his right hand. Then he took the green card, turned around and pulled Qingqing away from the counter.

The female receptionist sighed and took back the white paper, which was in the lower right corner of the form, where it was wet with tears.

Mu Lin • Diya

The black text gradually becomes blurry.

It was dusk again, and Mu Lin and Bekas were sitting on the roof, looking at the sunset that was about to set in the distance. Mu Lin had been in the same position with his arms on his legs for several hours, and Bekas had a cup in his mouth.

A straw lies on the roof in boredom.

"Do you have a family?" Mu Lin finally spoke, his faint voice filled with indescribable sadness. Bekas, who was about to be suffocated, jumped up instantly.

"Yes, of course. But I don't like it there, annoying."

"I have no home..." Mu Lin's tone suddenly became disappointed.

"Uh..." Bekas was speechless for a moment.

"I am a deserter. I was ambushed in the battle three years ago and I escaped." Mu Lin raised his hands and fixed his eyes on his palms.

"Soldiers of the Sophia Empire..." Bekas sat back helplessly.

"You are so tragic to be born in that country. Even if you run away, that kind of monarch is not worth your sacrifice." Emperor Sophia's notoriety spread throughout the south, and even the Western Islands closest to the south had heard about it.

Bekas didn't find it strange at all. Under the rule of this kind of monarch, no one would be sorry if he didn't desert.

"The Sawyer family dedicated everything to the empire..."

"The only thing you get in exchange is the pension, right?" Bekas shook her head thoughtfully.