Longmen Memoirs

wLooks like you are bluffing me.

"So, you won't believe it when I tell you. There are people under his command, mud rocks, fifteen pieces, unknown men, unknown strength, extremely dangerous, 25 pieces."

"Taller than you."

"It's not surprising, there are many people taller than me." Hedley replied calmly: "But we can confirm one thing, whoever kills that person will become famous overnight and become the hottest person in Kazdaele. "

"It's also the most valuable."

"Someone has tried this." Hedley said: "Become famous overnight. In many cases, death is not terrible. After death, everyone will remember you and become a remembered figure and legend. That is what is important."

"result?"

"I remember I just told you that the more valuable it is, the more dangerous it is. You seem to have forgotten." Hedley glanced at W's fingers on the gun belt: "Selecting prey is very important. If something goes wrong, you will become the prey. .”

"His name is not written on it. No one can afford it compared to money, but money is not important. Fame is money. As long as you have a name, money will naturally come to your door."

"You haven't said what he did?"

"Stay in this business for a long time, and you will know it later." Hedley pretended to be profound.

"Okay, next time I will report it truthfully. Is that okay?" w replied helplessly: "Changing the topic, I want to know what kind of person w is."

"He..." Hedley thought for a few seconds.

"He is a weirdo. He has been with us for a long time. He works harder every time and is very good. He once wanted to become our leader by virtue of his military exploits, so that everyone could celebrate his birthday."

"Birthday? Sakaz? Birthday?" w seemed to have heard something extremely stupid.

"Of course it's not a real birthday...he's not that weird." Hedley explained: "He killed a Rutland man and got his gun. There was a story between them. In short, he made that day his own. ’s birthday.”

"Hmm, mercenaries who hunt down Rutlanders for fun, maybe we'll get along."

"This is just part of a long hatred." Hedley said. "The long history of hatred between Rutland and Sarkaz cannot be told in one night, but for fun?"

"At least I'm enjoying it."

"Good answer."

Hedley smiled. The girl in front of him was undoubtedly very adaptable to becoming a mercenary. The most important thing in the long fight was to keep himself fresh and interesting. This was more important than anything else, because mercenaries have no faith and this thing is too luxurious. .

"W, is indeed the most active member among them." Hedley continued: "Usually he always smiles heartlessly, and there is something in his words. It seems that there is always some conspiracy hidden, but in fact, he trusts others more easily than anyone else."

"why?"

"Well... probably because he has an obsession. Paranoid people will always fall into the traps led by others, no matter whether they are good or bad."

"Sounds stupid, I get it."

"Of course you understand, because you are the same type of people, good at pretending and doing whatever you want."

w was stunned.

"Me?" She pointed to herself.

After a moment of silence, he grinned.

"Huh. Why do you think you can guess my thoughts? Or do you have some weird Origin Stone skills like Ines?"

"You..." Hedley looked at the girl, his words stopped at the corner of his mouth. He saw W grinning with a bad smile. The sky was gray, corpses were all over the ground, blood was dried, and the gunpowder smoke had not dispersed.

Her smile was bright and dazzling, and she looked equally heartless.

"Isn't it because you also knew at that time that we could die together?"

"Sigh... I have to say this, you are quite similar to Ines." Hedley looked away: "Let's go back and meet our messenger."

He glanced up at the dark sky.

"It is going to rain."

That was the first time I saw her smile.

The same smile as w.

It is better to give her an excuse to pretend than to continue such a numb job.

I can help with this.

What I need is a mercenary who can really open up the road, not just a puppet. There is never a shortage of puppets here, and I can probably guess her origin from her skills.

After all, Kazdale has never been short of homeless young soldiers who have become cannon fodder. She is very lucky and has strong adaptability, and she is one of the best among them.

But from that day on, w became w.

Ines is right.

It's ridiculous.

But it's reasonable.

Chapter 4 The Evil Dog Leaving the Court

"Ines, you should stay in the military tent instead of staring at the bonfire in a daze."

When Hedley found Ines, the latter was sitting outside the military tent, staring blankly at the bonfire made of discarded oil drums in front of her.

The sparks flew and then went out, and her figure swayed slightly with the flickering firelight.

Rare peace.

"Hmph, it seems that the news brought back from Kazdaele is not good news."

Ines glanced at Hedley who was standing beside her.

"You guessed it."

"I could feel the uneasiness of the messenger after he came back. He looked calm on the surface, but in fact he was scared out of his mind."

Ines said without turning her head, her watery amber pupils reflecting the firelight: "And your expression, don't think you are hiding it well."

Hedley slowly sat down next to her and stretched out his rough palms to warm the fire.

"What's the new trouble?"

"Well, although I am still alive, but..." Hedley stared at the burning wood in the bonfire and said in a low tone: "Our intermediary is dead in the industrial area of ​​Kazdare, Hearth Castle. His body was buried Throw it in the forge and your head will melt, but those garish red pants will be fine.”

"Who did it?

"No one knows when they did it. The boilerman discovered the body first." Hedley said: "But the other party didn't have much time, and the traces of the fight left on the metal are not so easy to remove... He was a knife player. Yes, the kind that cuts iron like clay, with crisp and sharp methods."

"So it's not what we thought?" Ines breathed lightly.

"What like that?"

"Knowingly asking, the rumors I heard a few years ago, the theory about Hearth and many cities circulating, now their people are everywhere, and no one can tell who they are, what their positions are, what their identities are, save Kazdaele, ha, what a nonsense."

"But you can't deny that their theory is deeply rooted in people's hearts. The war in Kazdaele has been long enough."

"Did you believe that rhetoric?"

"You don't believe it?" Hedley asked.

"This is a question that the lord will consider. Besides, what should we do after the war is over? Should we join the army? Can you adapt to that kind of life if you serve in the army? Ah... you may be able to adapt. You always ask others to obey you. Order, but I can’t do it.” Ines whispered and shook her head: “…I definitely can’t do it.”

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"The war will never end," Hedley said, but with certainty.

"Maybe."

Ines didn't know whether she believed it or not, but Hedley had already seen the answer and he added some firewood.

Ines stirred the bonfire, and a series of flames flew into the sky.

"...Forget it, we can't catch the murderer anyway." She sighed: "If you want to stick to your hotbed in Kazdare but don't want to be manipulated, sooner or later you will end up so ridiculous."

She said, not knowing who she was talking about.

"But there's no one to pay. It's not funny at all."

"...It's just that what I'm going to say next is even less ridiculous." Hedley continued: "Our messenger evacuated Kazdare after confirming the intelligence, and came into contact with some people on the way."

He considered his words: "Some... intelligence personnel, to be precise, were not contacted, but intercepted."

"So we've been caught again?"

Judging from the industry competition among mercenaries, this is normal. Sometimes keeping information hidden is one of the ways to survive longer.

"It's not the first time. We can strike first."

Hedley shook his head.

"This time it looks like we have no choice. The courier has received an order."

"Order? To us? Who?" Ines asked in astonishment: "We are not slaves who obey orders."

"This is my judgment, please listen to me." Hedley saw the inquiry in Ines's eyes: "We need to move outside the battlefield and take a remote mountain road, maybe through a canyon... to protect A transport team.”

"Transporting escorts is really a classic job. It can't be that simple, right?"

"……I have no idea."

"what?"

"I'm sorry, this time it's beyond my control." Hedley's stereotypical face showed a trace of helplessness: "But I believe this is one of the few opportunities we have. Now the whole team is under pressure The situation is changing on our hands, others are waiting for opportunities, and we cannot sit back and wait."

"You and W are responsible for this matter."

Ines was silent for a few seconds.

"I will press aside other questions for now." She said: "First of all, I refuse to go with W. Her reputation is already quite good, but I don't think she is ready yet."

"She did a great job."

"I can see things that you can't see. I believe in my magic." Ines said, with a hint of ridicule in her tone: "Hedley has an extra explosives expert under his command, and he can do it without anyone noticing." Turn the battlefield into a sea of ​​fire."

Her expression became serious.

There was a warning in her words.

"……I know."

"She really doesn't think about anything. Whether it's murder or deception, she is too "qualified" a mercenary. I can't see her depth." Ines frowned and said, "I don't want to be attacked in the abdomen, let alone I don’t think she’s qualified for escort work, and you shouldn’t just use this highly anticipated newcomer at this time.”

She raised her eyebrows: "Or do you have any other reasons?"

"I..." Hedley hesitated for a second and replied calmly: "I can only use what I need to use."

She looked at Ines with solemn and helpless eyes.

"As things have developed today, no one can stay out of it. Mercenaries have no position, but no position means no belonging. When the dust settles, we will all die together with the war, but sooner or later the war will come back. We only have one A chance to live.”

He said and clenched his hands: "I'm not willing to be like this... and I shouldn't be like this, that's all."

"We should seize every opportunity to find our place and stop following the crowd."

Ines didn't answer.

"The team arrived here from Rem Billiton, and it is very likely that it encountered resistance after entering the range of Kazdaele. Now many people in the camp do not agree to accept this task. The team will undergo a change, but it does not matter. This It’s a hot contract, but it’s worth every penny. We, at least you—”

"Wait a minute." Ines interrupted Hedley.

"I didn't question your meaning just now, I just..." She couldn't say the words, worried that for the mercenary, the worry was too much.

"Oh, forget it, actually you don't have to be so nervous. I listen to you and always do." Ines said, "But you must calm down first and look at your feet."

Hedley was stunned and lowered his head.

"Are you talking about my shadow?" he asked: "I can't see what you can see in your eyes. What's wrong with me?"

"Your shadow is shaking."

"The wind is blowing and the bonfire is flickering." Hedley explained. He understood what Ines meant and what he was thinking in his heart at the moment. He wanted to pretend to be calm.

He always does.

"You know what I'm talking about. You are always like this, including Sakaz." Ines said in a tangled tone: "Don't always think so far ahead. You can't control so many things. After all... you and I are just Just a little mercenary."

Hedley made no answer.

After a few seconds, he sighed.

"I'll pay attention."