I Keep Witches While Others Keep Dragons

"Ouch, I'm sorry. I didn't hurt you, did I? Mr. Andrew."

A piece of mud was thrown on his face. The soldier who threw the shovel smiled and apologized to Andrew.

Andrew's face was covered with mud.

He didn't get angry or answer.

He took the claw shovel to reclaim the drain channels one by one.

"Young man, we are comrades in arms. Why do you bully him?" The old man who had just helped Andrew said.

The soldiers snorted, "Sir, he is Andrew. We are not lucky to have such a nobleman as our teammate."

"Andrew?"

The man looked at Andrew's back in astonishment.

Of course, he had heard of this name.

Everyone here knew the name, Andrew.

Killed Stout and lead the team to kill two thousand armies.

The young man in front of him, who was bullied but didn't fight back, was demon Andrew?

The old man couldn't believe it.

Bang.

A piece of mud hit the back of Andrew's head.

Suppressing his anger, Andrew shook off the mud on the back of his head.

He looked back.

"Oh, what? Do you want to kill me?"

"Is the nature of the demon going to be exposed?"

Andrew didn't say anything in the face of the soldiers' provocation.

Purification

After condensing magic power, the pure water wrapped his whole body in an instant. With a violent stirring, the water became turbid, but Andrew's body had been washed clean.

Hot.

Then he used fire magic to evaporate the water all over his body and clothes.

Andrew lowered his head and continued to work hard.

However, at this moment.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Marin interrupted Andrew.

Andrew was confused, "My clothes are too dirty. The mud is stuck on my body. It's inconvenient for me to move. I washed it."

"Who allowed you to do that?" He dashed forward.

Andrew said, "Can't I wash if I'm dirty? The mud is paste and I can't move conveniently. It will hinder my work efficiency."

Marin's eyes widened.

The soldier next to him snickered as if he was watching a good show.

"Work should be like work. Farming is physical work, and magic power is used in battle. You waste magic power like this. What if the enemy comes at this time?"

Andrew said, "It doesn't matter. My magic is strong. During I talked to you for a few seconds, the magic power has recovered."

"How dare you talk back after breaking the discipline?"

Marin grabbed the shovel, shoved the mud aside, and threw it on Andrew.

This shovel weighed at least seventy or eighty pounds of mud.

Andrew's body and clothes were smashed into pieces again.

"There are times when you take a shower, when you have dinner, and when you have meals. The military discipline is like a mountain. No matter how dirty it is, you have to endure it. Go on with your work!"

Then he threw the spade back to Andrew, turned around, and left.

The soldiers beside them burst into laughter when they saw this scene.

Andrew wiped the mud off his face and looked at the mockery of the people around him, feeling a little sad.

In the past, Andrew was a loser. He had been mocked and used to it.

But now it was different.

They laugh at me not because I'm weak, but because I hurt them. They hate me and laugh at me when they see I met with a misfortune.

This kind of ridicule made Andrew feel comfortable.

The pain of torturing and killing Stout was somewhat redeemed while accepting this ridicule.

In this way, under the ridicule of everyone, Andrew worked silently.

However, to everyone's surprise.

"Young man, wipe your face." After a long struggle, the old man walked up to Andrew and gave her a towel.

Andrew raised his head and met the old man's smiling face.

"You can tolerate the dirt on my body, and you can't even see the dirt road on your face. I really can't do anything." The old man handed the towel to him again.

Andrew took the towel and wiped the mud off his face.

"Thank you." Andrew put away the towel.

The old man said, "Don't do anything bad in the future."

"What?"

When Andrew saw the sadness on the old man's face, he suddenly realized something and asked, "Sir, are you..."

The old man nodded.

"Don't you hate me?"

"I hate you so much!" The old man raised his head and stared at Andrew,

"My son-in-law and daughter were killed by you, in the team of Stout."

Hearing this, Andrew froze in place and even his breath froze on the spot.

The soldiers who laughed at Andrew were stiff.

His hands couldn't help trembling.

Andrew was like a goldfish out of oxygen. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't say a word.

"Don't you want to take revenge?" Andrew said after a long pause.

However, the old man shook his head bitterly. "If I have taken revenge. Can they come back?"

His words were like a sharp knife stabbing into Andrew's heart.

"I can see that you can't fight back now. I know you have the heart to pay back.

Killing you won't bring anything, and the Magic Association won't be destroyed because of your death. But if you join the Heavenly Party, your power can make many people who are not supposed to die to survive.

Too many of us have died. Everyone here has lost their family.

I'm old enough to see through everything."

As he spoke, his turbid eyes cast a burning gaze.

"If you feel guilty, please make the death of my daughter and son-in-law worth it.

Don't let what happened to me happen to others."

After that, to Andrew's surprise, no one bullied him when he was working.

The soldiers passing by wouldn't suddenly pick up the mud and smash him.

Most of them cast a cold glance at him.

Even Marin didn't hurt him.

In the evening, when they came to the canteen for dinner, no one was willing to sit next to or across from Andrew.

The soldiers would rather wait in line than use the shower rooms on both sides of Andrew.

The air was filled with Andrew's hostility.

At night, Andrew didn't go back to his dormitory.

He didn't need to sleep. He came to the edge of the dormitory building and looked at the gradually extinguished camp.

The old man's words were still echoing in his ears.

An inexplicable feeling filled his heart as if thousands of hands were kneading his heart.

Only this peace could make Andrew feel a little relaxed.

"For you, what you killed is just a weak man whose name doesn't even need to be known.

But every weak person was their son, the backbone of a certain family, and their relatives were waiting for them to go back."

The cold voice broke the silence of Andrew.

Hearing the noise.

It was Mia.

"Just like your father?"

Mia came to Andrew and stared at the bright moon in the sky.

A fresh breeze blew lightly.

The sadness on the beautiful girl's face was engraved with some haze.

"How did the Law School teach you? To survive in the jungle?"

Andrew lowered his head.

With a cold face, Mia said, "You never think it's wrong, do you?"

"I didn't feel it before, but now I feel it. But I don't know what I did wrong."

Mia turned around.

Her bright eyes made Andrew's heart twitch.

"You don't know what you did wrong."