I ruined Tyra.

After saying this, old man Helag finally got rid of the embarrassing situation of being possessed by the little girl and watched the darkness gradually coming in front of him.

Then, the silhouette of a Sarkaz girl wearing worn leather armor, a tattered cloak and carrying a gun appeared in front of him, accompanied by the narration of the male mercenary.

The war has never stopped, our war has never stopped, as if war is the tool we have always relied on for survival. (At this point, the narrator laughed sarcastically.)

Well...it is true.

Some people are still hesitating, while others have already mastered it.

The latter lives, the former dies.

And some people are born good at this.

This is a pleasant surprise. (The narration is more joyful, as if he has discovered something good.)

From the first moment I saw her among the collapsing ruins, I was certain of one thing.

She will be the best Sarkaz warrior.

(The laptop computer that accompanied me for six years, through my university education and three years of civil service exams, was finally damaged by water yesterday. The cost of repair is yet to be determined, but it is certain that it will take more than ten days.

I will use the company computer to write the subsequent chapters, but sometimes it depends on the workload. If I am not busy, I will write a few more chapters.)

Chapter 196 Born in the Night (3) You are just like him, both are paranoid people

For Dr. Terra like Hellagur, the black screen transition is just a moment, but for the characters in the plot, several months have passed in a hurry.

In the blink of an eye, the little Sarkaz girl had grown up a lot. She was now throwing an Originium explosive and cleaning the battlefield behind a male mercenary whose armor was obviously more worn out.

"It was a small ambush. It seems just as you said. There are indeed many people eyeing my head. It's really a headache."

"The enemy is small in number. Are they planning to quickly decapitate and evacuate?"

"After all, we only have half of the mopping-up team. This is indeed a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to kill me."

The male mercenary observed the body in front of him and shook his head. This was not the one he was looking for. Then he stood up and looked at the other one, while not forgetting to finish the second half of the sentence.

"It's a pity...I left this 'opportunity' for them on purpose."

At this time he saw the face of the corpse clearly, his eyes focused, and he took a few quick steps forward to search.

The little girl following him was a little confused, so she asked:

"What are you looking for? Is this body... the assassin from before?"

The male mercenary did not answer him. Instead, he took out a note from his inner pocket and said excitedly: "Got it, I knew he would carry it with him." Then he began to read it by himself.

The curious little girl jumped around beside him for a long time, but she was not tall enough, could not see clearly, and was illiterate, so she could not understand what was written on it.

(From the height table, Hedley is 185cm, while the adult W is 165cm. In the Born in the Night storyline, W first joined the mercenary team in 1093, when he was only about eleven or twelve years old.

Princess Theresa was assassinated in 1094, so the number of months is probably only six or seven months. At that time, W was still malnourished and his body was not that high.)

After jumping around for a while, seeing that the male mercenary ignored her, W turned to look at the corpse. Only then did she notice a detail: the male mercenary's movements were almost without any hesitation.

So she turned back and asked, "Do you know this assassin?"

As if he was amused by W's curiosity, or for some other reason, the male mercenary answered him this time.

"Assassin? Of course.

We have worked together, been through thick and thin, and just a few months ago we celebrated our common victory at Scar Mall.

He also said at the time that he was willing to marry his daughter to me.”

W tilted her head, not getting the point of the words. She just thought it sounded really stupid, and then she suddenly reacted.

"Wait, you can't?"

The male mercenary glanced at the little girl whose face was full of expressions of enviousness and righteousness, and sighed inwardly that she was indeed still a child. However, he had to refute her quickly, otherwise the girl would be jealous again if she knew about it.

"No, of course I refused." Then he was silent for a moment and reorganized his words.

"...Use another reason."

Then he handed the note in his hand to W, signaling her not to speak and to concentrate on the information on the note.

W took it and tilted her head to look at it for a long time. Her small eyes were filled with great doubts. She could only barely make out the pattern on it, so she pointed at it and asked:

(When W in real life saw this, she blurted out a Sarkaz curse word. Damn! Her illiteracy was exposed!)

"What's written on it?"

Hearing this, Herag, who was standing aside as a bystander, fell silent. Even he, who did not understand the Sarkaz language, could understand the pattern on it. Could it be that this little girl had never learned his language?

"Things worth paying attention to, market conditions, quotes, in short, you should understand them."

After hearing this, W looked at it carefully for a while before he began to interpret it haltingly.

"These are... people's names? No, that's not right. They should be aliases and code names? There are also drawings of... candies behind them? What does this mean?"

It can be seen that W was really trying hard to identify her. Seeing her like this, the male mercenary decided to put W's cultural education on the agenda before the war was over.

"The number of candies represents the bounty amount. It's a jargon that only he uses. Whoever can get the most candies from him will be the most sought-after team."

W moved away from the note a little with some disgust, but still kept her eyes on it. She was trying hard to remember the aliases and the corresponding number of candies.

"Ha! Such a disgusting sign, but it looks like a large sum. Who's going to pay?"

"Every time we complete a contract, someone will prepare an extra sum of money to get rid of us, such as the employer itself."

The male mercenary was in a good mood. He was earnestly explaining the rules that were unique to the Sarkaz mercenaries. W and Hellagur were listening very carefully.

"The more powerful the mercenary, the more expensive he is. The more expensive the mercenary, the more dangerous he is. The more dangerous the mercenary, the more he deserves to die. As for the mercenaries who don't die... they will only become more powerful."

At this point, the male mercenary grinned and sneered, then stroked his sword and said, "This war has pushed us to the brink of death, but it has also given us room to survive."

"That sounds quite reasonable." At this time, W had just entered the real battlefield and had not received much education. He just thought that the male mercenary sounded very powerful.

The male mercenary was not discouraged after preaching but did not get the expected answer. Education, after all, has to be done slowly. Then he pointed to the information on the note and taught W to recognize it, and also taught her to recognize some words.

The assassin didn't have any special skills, but he was a rare person who could write, although his handwriting was not as beautiful as his.

"Mercenary, alias Hedley, ten stars, his subordinates are very strong, fifteen stars, and considering our friendship, twenty stars.

Haha, you are quite good at asking price.

W, the old one, has been settled. The new one, please, ten, increase the price as needed. It seems that they think highly of you. "

Hearing this, W's mouth also curled up. She tilted her head and thought seriously, then said in a way that seemed to be seeking praise: "Maybe it's because I buried those arms dealers alive in the woods last month? Ha! So I should be happy?"

However, Hedley was more concerned about another detail that was revealed inadvertently.

"Arms? Why don't I know about this?"

W, who didn't know what mistake he had made, shook his head indifferently, and then explained: "It was just a coincidence. When you kidnapped the Laterans, did anyone think of reporting to each of them one by one?"

(The Laterans are furious!)

Hedley shook his head. They certainly wouldn't.

"Right, that's the same reason. Since this is not part of the mission, there is no need for the mercenary to always share how many stones he kicked. Um... Speaking of which, am I stronger than that 'W'?"

However, she received a light punch from Hedley, who rubbed her head and said, "It is difficult to describe a mercenary's individual combat ability with 'strong or weak', but for me, obeying orders is more important."

W unhappily combed her messy hair again. In this place where food and clothing were scarce, water resources were equally important. She was reluctant to wash her hair with water many times and could only maintain it carefully, otherwise it would be ugly if she became bald.

Seeing that what he was looking for had been found, Hedley walked back with W. On the way, Hedley shared some interesting stories about W, including that he wanted to use his military achievements to let Hedley and others celebrate his birthday, and his birthday was when he got the gun from him after hunting down the Laterans.

At this point, Hedley and W couldn't help but express some prejudice against the Laterans. W even said frankly that she thought hunting the Laterans was a good pleasure, at least she enjoyed it.

Hedley looked at her heartless smile and seemed a little touched. He said with emotion:

"'W' is indeed the most active one among them. He always smiles heartlessly and speaks with hidden meanings. He seems to always be hiding some conspiracy, but in fact, he is more trusting than anyone else."

Hearing this, W was a little confused.

"why?"

"Because he always holds an obsession, and paranoid people will always fall into the traps led by others, regardless of whether they are well-intentioned or malicious."

W twisted her mouth in disdain, and said, as if she understood, "It just sounds stupid. I get it."

Hedley looked at the childish face with amusement, shook his head and said gently: "Of course you understand, because you are the same kind of people, good at disguise and do whatever you want."

Hearing this, W, who had been following Hedley with her hands behind her head, stopped, lowered her head and smiled. This was the first time Herag saw this little girl smile from the bottom of her heart.

W said to Hedley who turned to look at her:

"I?

......

Ah?

Why do you think you can guess my thoughts? Or do you have some strange Originium skills like Ines?"

Hedley didn't say anything, but just said softly: "You..."

W couldn't hold back her smile anymore. She said with a confident smile, "Isn't it because you knew at the time that we could die together?"

Hedley was stunned when he heard this. Who gave this girl such confidence? Ines? She didn't seem that stupid?

In the end, he could only sigh and said with emotion: "Alas, you are quite similar to Ines in that you have to be tough and stubborn."

Then he waved his hand indifferently, signaling W to follow and leave.

"Let's go back and meet our messenger."

Then he looked at the sky and said, "It's going to rain~"

W tilted his head and trotted to catch up with the other party.

Then the narration appeared, a male voice, no, Hedley said:

“That was the first time I saw her smile, the same smile as W.

Giving her an excuse to pretend is better than letting her continue with such numb work.

What I need is never a puppet who only obeys the orders of others.

At that moment, W became W.”

Chapter 197 Born in the Night (4) News about the Tower of Babel, the Forerunner of Rhodes Island

When the two (three) people returned to the camp, the female mercenary was sitting by the campfire outside the camp in a daze.

"Ines, you should be in the tent instead of staring at the campfire."

Hearing the voice, Ines turned around and saw W making faces at her from behind Hedley. She said with some dissatisfaction, "Humph, it seems that what was brought back from Kazdel is not good news."

Hedley was silent for a moment, then said: "You guessed it."

Ines was completely dissatisfied now. She stood up, walked to Hedley, looked at the man seriously and said:

"I could sense the messenger's anxiety after he came back. He looked calm on the surface, but he was actually frightened to death."

Just as Hedley was about to argue, Ines raised his hand and covered his mouth.

"And your expression, don't tell me you thought you hid it well."

(Herrag: Huh? So I missed some important information when the screen went black just now?!)

Then she sighed, as if accepting her fate, and after calming down, she said, "What's the new trouble?"

Hedley thought for a moment and decided to tell the truth.

“Well, although I’m still alive, but… our broker is dead in the industrial area of ​​Kazdel.

His body was thrown into the forge, his head melted, but his eye-catching red trousers were fine."

Ines frowned when he heard this. The last thing a mercenary wants to hear is the death of their agent, which means they might lose their job.

"Who did it?"

"No one knows when the attack took place, the boilerman was the first to discover the body.

But the other party didn't have that much time. The marks of fighting left on the metal are not so easy to remove. He is a knife player who can cut iron like mud."

Hearing this, Ines sighed. It sounded very troublesome, especially in a chaotic place like Kazdel.