Bud Wendell didn't know where he was taken, but it wasn't because he was blindfolded or transferred in a coma. In fact, the soldiers and officials in charge of the escort didn't stop him from looking around. He couldn't figure it out. His position and destination are simply because everything he saw on the road was beyond his cognition and imagination.
Such a prosperous and well-organized city, a city with such a special style and vitality, he once thought that the Rock City near the Holy Spirit Plain was already a stunned city, but now he realized why the warden has been It is said that Panshi City is just a rapidly developing border market, and the real prosperity of the southern border is still further south
Cecil City, the city of miracles at the foot of the Dark Mountains, no wonder the Arcanist who lived with him suggested that he must come here when he sobered up.
It's hard for Bard to imagine how the pioneering territory, which was just a barren land four years ago, developed into something like this. Perhaps from the historical background and complex classical buildings (such buildings often take longer to build, the older the city Judging from the number of such buildings), the city is still too young, but its prosperity and vitality are the only ones that the former General Typhon has seen in his life.
He recalled the southern border when he hurriedly evacuated due to mission failure. It was not like this at that time.
The mechanical vehicles driven by magic drive smoothly across the wide and clean roads. From time to time, you can see crystals floating in mid-air to power urban facilities on both sides of the road, as well as flashing holographic projections at intersections, squares, etc. The content in the holographic projections changes all the time. , the news and scenery from distant areas are instantly close at hand, and the energetic pedestrians greet each other on the road, without showing the slightest bit of malaise and embarrassment because the weather is getting colder.
The fully armed escort soldiers were sitting beside them, but they were only monitoring Bard's actions, and did not stop this special "transcendent criminal" from looking all the way. It wasn't until he was approaching the city center that he heard the prisoner he was escorting suddenly He opened his mouth to break the silence: "...I heard that during the war on the Holy Spirit Plain, this city made weapons in one month that the entire kingdom could consume in a year, and sent them to the front line..."
The soldier glanced at Bud. Although he didn't know why the prisoner suddenly mentioned this matter, he still nodded with pride: "That's right, but this is only part of what was mentioned in the newspaper. It took more than a month, and the factory converted not only steel."
"...Yeah, so there is still such a way..."
The prisoner let out a vague sigh, the content was inexplicable, and then fell silent again, continuing to stare at the scenery outside the window, and did not speak again.
The soldier shook his head, this is indeed an inexplicable guy.
The vehicle drove across the avenue, passed through Pioneer Square, and was finally led to a large building under the guidance of another group of soldiers.
Bud got out of the car silently and obediently.
After he was suddenly taken out of the prison and boarded a weird armored vehicle escorted by soldiers, he vaguely realized who wanted to see him, and he had no resistance to this fateful arrangement. idea.
The soldiers were rigorous and responsible. Although Bud showed the highest cooperation throughout the process, these soldiers still carried out the handover and escort process meticulously, and introduced Bud into the building. As the former General Typhon and a member of the cult, Bud also I secretly calculated the whole process in my heart, and came to the conclusion that even if I had the desire to escape, I am afraid I would not be able to run 100 meters alive
Every soldier here has a magic reaction, and the kind of magic props that have blown themselves up to serious injuries are their most basic equipment, not to mention that there may be countless magic organs and monitoring devices hidden here, just like Back then, he burned a newspaper in the bar and attracted a whole team of security guards. In this apparently important facility, there will only be more similar monitoring devices.
Obviously these soldiers are just ordinary people.
Bud lowered his head and walked forward under the leadership of the receiving soldiers.
But more than 90% of the people in this world... are ordinary people.
The soldier stopped in front of a door, nodded to the guard guarding the door, and then pressed Bud's shoulder and pushed forward: "After entering, stay respectful and wish you good luck."
In the room, Gao Wen saw a long-lost face appearing in front of him. Although he only met a few years ago, the face's previous appearance was still very clear in the strengthened memory.
Compared with a few years ago, this face is obviously much more decadent. The beard and hair are neglected, and the eyes are no longer proud and confident. Whether it is the sinister aura of a cultist or the wolf general of the past The sharp edge seems to have disappeared.
But when Bud walked to the center of the room and met Gawain's gaze, those decadent eyes still changed slightly.
His eyes recovered a little, and then he tried to stand upright, straightened his gray prison uniform, and bowed slightly: "I salute you, His Majesty Gawain Cecil."
His attitude is like that of a captured general facing the monarch of another country.
This is really ironic. He thought that many years ago, he had so resolutely given up his own glory and chose to devote himself to a magnificent but dark cause, but today, many years later, when he was at the extreme of despair, he actually stood up straight .
"We meet again, Mr. Bud Wendell," Gawain looked at the other party calmly, neither immediately criticized nor sneered, "the priest of the Doom Society, the wolf general who defected from the Typhon Empire... I really didn't expect that you are under my nose these days."
General Wolf... Hearing this title that he once abandoned, Bud's eyes were only calm, and he glanced at Gao Wen: "It seems that you have investigated me a lot."
"It's just that I happen to have some channels," Gao Wen smiled, "When I just heard that there was a strange prisoner who was eating and drinking in the prison of Rock City and couldn't be driven away, I really didn't expect that. It's you... until I saw your name appear in the report, I couldn't help feeling the wonder of fate."
"I didn't expect to see you again under such circumstances." Bud frowned slightly, "then since you have discovered... it seems that my comfortable days are coming to an end."
"You have committed many crimes as the priest of the Death of All Things Society, but to be honest, I am not here to judge you today," Gawain looked into Bud Wendell's eyes, "Cecil advocates the rule of law and justice, When you appeared on this land last time, Cecil had not yet ruled the southern border. I cannot use today's law to judge the crimes of the previous dynasty, but I am qualified to judge what you did in Lesleyland There are others."
Bud was stunned for a moment, and just as he was in a daze, another door on the side of the room was opened.
A tall, thin, slightly pale middle-aged man in a dark blue overcoat with a decorative cane came out of the door.
Viscount Andrew Leslie, the former lord of Leslie, is now the consul of Tanzania.
Bud fixedly stared at the man who was walking towards him. Compared with the one in his memory, today's Viscount Andrew did not appear weak due to his age, but instead looked more energetic, with less pale face. Somewhat sickly, it looks more like a normal skin color. It seems that the new life has greatly improved the health of this "noble lord".
Andrew Leslie hadn't taken any harmful potions for nearly two years.
Building and managing a thriving new city, watching the territory turn upside down and prosper under his own governance, is happier than he ever imagined.
"Viscount Andrew," after a few seconds of looking at each other, Bud finally broke the silence, "You seem to be doing well."
Andrew's deep-set eye sockets seemed to be jumping with flames. He stared at the person in front of him, slowly raised his cane, and pressed it against Bud's chest: "Do you remember what you did in Tanzania?"
"The memory is still fresh."
"My daughter, until today it is still difficult to communicate with people normally. One-third of the people who survived your evil ritual can't return to normal life now," Andrew slowly exerted force on his hands, as if To stab that cane into Bard's body like a sharp sword, "Not to mention those who didn't survive...do you have anything else to say?"
Bud stood there without evasiveness: "Hanging or beheading is fine, and you can also be sentenced to fire according to the treatment that cultists should be treated. My only request is not to make my name public after this. If this request is too much, then please Fill my skull with lead, if there is any skull left after the stake."
In the customs of the northern and eastern peoples of Typhon, filling the skull with lead has a special meaning, which means that all the sins of the deceased remain on the deceased himself, that is, he cannot get any salvation and pardon, nor will he be forgiven for sins and sins. The stigma is passed on to any relatives and friends as well as one's own family.
There is a similar saying in Ansu (Cecil), except that the method of the Northern Kingdom is to put a nail through the skull of the deceased, but no matter which one it is, the prerequisite is that the deceased must request it before he is alive. This is the embodiment of the human race's thought of "soul inheritance" in the field of life and death.
Viscount Andrew stared into Bud's eyes: "I thought you would justify yourself by emphasizing your holding back, or emphasizing that you were also bewitched by cult ideas."
"If a person can get away with just a few excuses or one or two seemingly justifiable reasons after committing a crime, then all the gallows in the world may be removed," Bard said frankly. "You can sentence me to death, or you can choose to forgive, this is your right, but I myself... have nothing to say."
The room fell silent for a while, and Viscount Andrew stared at Bard for a long time, then suddenly pulled the corners of his mouth, and slowly put down his stick: "I didn't expect that you are human now, what is this? Seeing through life ?”
"Humanity... I have always had it," Bud slowly closed his eyes, "it's just... I once thought that a great cause was worth throwing away my humanity and the bottom line..."
"Any cause that needs to abandon humanity and the bottom line is not worthy of being called 'great', it is just a collective carnival created by a bunch of lunatics in the illusion of self-satisfaction and self-moving," Viscount Andrew interrupted Bard, using It was the sentence written by Gao Wen when he commented on the cultists in the latest issue of the newspaper, and then he paused, and slowly said under Bud's stunned and surprised gaze, "But these are not important now, Your farce ends in your self-destruction, and you... I won't kill you."
"You won't kill me?" Bard looked at Viscount Andrew in astonishment, "Why?"
"Don't get me wrong, as you said, it is not so easy for people to be washed clean after committing a crime. If I don't kill you, it doesn't mean that I have forgiven you. It's just because you can have a greater purpose than death. effect."
While speaking, Viscount Andrew turned his head and looked at Gawain who was sitting not far away and watching all this calmly: "Your Majesty, let him go, if he can come back alive, maybe it means he doesn't deserve to die. "
Gawain frowned: "Are you sure? It's not that we don't have an exploration plan now, you don't have to be affected by this matter..."
"He is the priest of the Doom Society, a person who should be judged. There is such a suitable candidate, why let brave soldiers form a death squad," Viscount Andrew said with a firm and serious expression, "In this situation, I want to find the first It's not easy for two priests who are alive and everything will die."
"If this is your wish," Gawain nodded after a brief moment of pondering, "I agree."
Although he was at a loss about what happened, Bud still understood that the other party was arranging something for him to do. It may be life-threatening, but it can be used to exchange his own life.
Although he was ready for the death penalty, if he could not die, he would naturally not refuse.
"What do you want me to do?"
Gawain glanced at Bud: "Go to your lair that is out of control."