I Keep Witches While Others Keep Dragons

Late at night.

D! D! D!

He quickly wrote, and the pen in his hand seemed to be about to spark with the paper. The sound of gritting teeth and the pen mixed became the only sound in the room.

Hatred filled his heart.

Every D-level comment was like a sharp knife, stabbing into Andrew's body from behind.

'Andrew, you lied to me!

You said you were not interested in Mia. Then what were you doing with her in the corridor?'

Tears streamed down his cheeks.

He grew up with Mia and received training in the same class.

From the day he met her, he had been looking forward to this heroic girl.

It didn't matter what kind of world it was or what kind of party it was!

"Mia is my only and most important treasure.

But now, Andrew, you are a murderer. You killed so many of our compatriots and shamelessly asked for our help and forgiveness.

You even tried to touch my Mia!"

Andrew and Mia held the same wand in their hands.

Under the light of the wand, they looked at each other affectionately.

Unforgivable!

I want you to pay the price!

D!

After finishing the last comment, Marin was sweating and panting heavily.

At this moment, two opposite feelings burst out in his chest, the pain of betrayal and the joy of revenge, which made him feel as if he was located in ice and fire.

He put the letter of evaluation in a trembling voice.

As if a piece of paper had a thousand pounds.

When the package was finished, he was exhausted and collapsed on the chair.

'Enough.

That was enough.

Mia is my everything and the motivation for me to fight.

No one could take it away.'

The next morning.

As usual, Andrew, who didn't need to sleep, got up first to wash up and gather on the playground.

The platoon leader today was not Marin, but a strong man.

He said that Marin had something to deal with today, so he would take over the position of the platoon leader on his behalf.

Did he go to submit the evaluation report?

It had been three days since he stayed with the rebellions.

Andrew felt that he had adapted to live here.

After today's work, Mauser would sum up and comment on Andrew's life in the past three days.

If he succeeded, Andrew would be promoted to a first-class soldier and become a comrade who had been formally recognized. He would be given the right to stay here and prove himself.

If he failed.

It proved that Stout made a mistake. Andrew would be executed and all his property would be confiscated.

Andrew was also terrified.

Not to the possible death.

It was because of the failure of the evaluation itself.

It was strange that Andrew liked living here.

Although many people tried to alienate him, that was because of a reason.

He looked at the people of the rebel army, leaving aside the crowd.

Although they lived a poor life, everyone was equal.

The weak didn't need to worry that they would suddenly be killed for no reason by the strong.

The strong also had to restrain their strength and work hard for a greater goal than themselves.

This was different from the world ruled by the Magic Association.

The law of the jungle prevailed.

The strong killed the weak for some reason, but the weak were wrong.

Only when he had lived in the rebel army could he realize that there was a fundamental mistake in this concept that was accepted by all the magi.

Today's work was to help the dyers.

In addition to training, the soldiers of the rebel army also need to work regularly to ease the burden on the people.

The army expenses came from the people, which was a reward to the people.

Now Andrew could understand the meaning of the boring work.

This idea of helping each other and working together was exactly the power of the rebel army.

It could be said that if the rebel army had the same power as the Magic Association... No, even if they had 1/10 of the power of the Magic Association, the Magic Association would be beaten to the ground to look for teeth.

"Aunt, Is... Is it really good?"

After a day's work, Andrew's clothes were stained with red and green.

Before he left, a woman who worked in the dye shop stopped him and handed him a batch of cloth.

"It's okay. Look at you. Your clothes are so dirty. Take this piece of cloth to get new clothes.

You must be tired. Anyway, you have to put on your clothes."

The woman smiled sadly.

Her son was also killed by Andrew.

But now, she had given him her cloth.

Death was not terrible.

Every member of the rebel army had been deprived of their loved ones by the Magic Association.

Compared with the death of the child, the most important thing was that from now on, no other children would repeat the same mistake.

And Andrew was the one who Mr. Stout thought could realize this hope.

That was why everyone was willing to let go of the grudge.

He picked up the cloth.

A dozen pounds was as heavy as a hundred tons.

The rough cloth seemed to be more precious than the highest quality magic crystals.

The strange feeling that had been haunting him for three days finally came to an answer.

It turned out that this was something worth doing.

Taking a deep breath, Andrew bowed and said, "Thank you, aunt. I'll use it well."

The aunt held back her tears and nodded with a smile, "Okay, go ahead."

In the evening, he went back to his dormitory with the army.

After lunch, Andrew sat at the gate of the military camp, waiting quietly.

At six o'clock.

Four armed soldiers came to him in a second.

"Let's go."

Andrew stretched out his hands and let them shackle him.

The soldiers looked at each other.

They had seen Andrew's unruly look three days ago.

In just three days, Andrew seemed to have changed into another person. His anger was all gone, and his eyes were soft, no longer as fierce as before.

"Mauser has ordered that you don't need to wear shackles."

"Really?" Andrew put down his hand and pursed his lips bitterly. "Let's go."

Led by the soldier, Andrew soon arrived at the central camp.

In the camp.

It was different from three days ago.

Except for Mauser.

All the twenty-four generals and capitals were present.

In addition, Marin, Mia, as well as many important officials of the rebel army, also gathered together.

"Andrew."

As soon as they entered the room, Mauser, who was sitting in front of the central map table, said in a vigorous voice, "Today will be your first evaluation.

Are you ready?"

Andrew felt at ease.

His watery eyes swept across the crowd.

He said calmly, "Yes."