Longmen Memoirs

"I... of course."

Su Enyang said with a smile, but the words affected his injuries, making his voice weak. She looked at Meng Na sitting beside the hospital bed, the rich soup filling the air.

Her movements were a little clumsy, and the earl's love for her even reached the point of doting on her. She had not had much exposure to this, and she was not very good at taking care of others.

"I cooked it myself. It took me a long time." Meng Na picked up the spoon.

Su Enyang watched the girl's movements.

"That……"

"Don't say it tastes bad."

"I can do it myself."

He reached out his hand to take it, but the girl's hand shrank back.

Su Enyang was a little helpless.

"The doctor said you injured your lungs and can't say much, so you're not allowed to refute."

Young girls who are in love always have many beautiful fantasies, but these fantasies make Su Enyang feel more and more guilty and indebted.

In the end, he didn't get around the girl's stubbornness.

"It's true, Dad. He knew it was very dangerous and still asked you to deal with things in the industrial zone."

"You wrongly blamed the Earl, Miss. I asked the Earl to let me deal with it. Your Excellency and you have been very kind to me, and I... have nothing to repay. I want to do something for you, and I also hope that the industrial area can stabilize, Mr. There’s some conflict and bad things happening.”

"You're lying to me again." Meng Na glared at Su Enyang: "Dad told me that he asked you to go, and he also said...well."

The girl stopped mid-sentence, a blush rising on her face.

Su Enyang understood something.

His eyes softened.

Meng Na reached out and held his hand on the hospital bed. Before the warmth touched it, Su Enyang shrank slightly, but the girl held it tightly.

"Miss?"

"I'm a little scared." Meng Na looked at him: "I was a little scared after hearing about the injury. I was afraid that I would never see you again and lose you just like I lost my mother."

Su Enyang fell silent.

"I'm sorry...Mona, I made you worry."

The girl's bright blue eyes were like the clearest sky. Kazdaele shouldn't have such eyes, no, Kazdaele should have had such eyes.

Su Enyang suddenly thought of the corpses that were hung on wooden stakes as warnings in the square, and the efforts they had made along the way, and the unknown people who sacrificed their lives.

"I promise you, it won't happen again."

Chen Mo also saw the scene that Su Enyang remembered.

In a house in Proxima Square, he stood in front of the window, with Karl and Hedley standing behind him.

A perpetual haze hangs over the industrial area, shrouding the sunless sky.

Chapter 9 The battle for changes ([-])

"Those are the people who were caught after the chaos broke out a week ago. Their names, from left to right, I remember. Someone in the industrial area betrayed us. Our information was betrayed to the municipal government before the meeting. If it weren't for Su Enyang , I will probably...be one of the people hanging there."

Karl's expression was a little gloomy. They guessed right. There could be no reaction from the higher-ups. Su Enyang was just one of them, and the count's move might also be a test. Since those circulating ideas had repercussions in the industrial area, they would naturally Be noticed by those who are interested.

They recruited a group of people in advance and did what people like Karl were doing. The industrial area was not monolithic, but the concept and the so-called same expectation. In Kazdale, some people had no hope for this situation. For people, it is not as attractive and tempting as the current interests.

This is a very common problem, and it arises from greed and greed in people's minds.

Chen Mo had already expected that, in fact, like many "secret gatherings", something would always go wrong.

"Thank you for your hard work, Karl. I will personally report to His Highness what happened here and their achievements."

Chen Mo withdrew his gaze. With his current eyesight, he could clearly see the corpses hanging in the square. Their heads were covered, and they were hung in the wind like exhibits. They were also hung on everyone who dared to resist. From the bottom of my heart.

Among them are fathers, brothers, friends, lovers... Their identities may be different, and they may also be concerned about someone's life, but now they are all dead here, and their bodies cannot rest in peace even after death.

"What I want is not these, a medal? A commendation? A few kind words, what can we get in exchange? We are not afraid of death, and they deserve to die. We have been prepared for this since joining the Tower of Babel." He Clenching his fists, he looked directly at Chen Mo: "Sir, I have only one request."

"Please say."

"They died for us, and if I could, I would take them back myself."

"I understand, but we have to wait until things here are over." Chen Mo replied.

"Your words are enough."

"Each of them is a hero of Kazdare, and they deserve the respect of Sakaz and this city." Chen Mo said: "I will let them come back, under the eyes of everyone, covered with our flag , can enjoy their own peace, this is what they deserve."

Karl was stunned. He didn't seem to expect that Chen Mo would answer like this. Hero is such a far away word. Both he and Hedley were a little unfamiliar with this word. They never thought that they could be so close to this word. , in Kazdale, death is death, losing breath, dying in a corner, dying in obscurity, no better than a bug.

"If that's the case, then I'm kind of looking forward to my own death." Karl let go of his hand and smiled slightly, with a hint of yearning and hesitation in his smile.

They are not afraid of death. Everyone will die. This is a very common thing in Kazdaele. But if you can die well and your death is not meaningless and worthless, then who doesn't want that?

They just didn't have a choice before.

"You can really do it?" He still didn't quite believe it. Not only him, but also Hedley couldn't help but focus on Chen Mo, waiting for his answer quietly.

Chen Mo knew what they were worried about.

"I can't guarantee it," he said. "But I will swear on my own life that their blood will not be shed in vain, that they will not be used as bargaining chips in war, and that they will not be let down easily."

Chen Mo rarely promises anything to others, but he always does what he says.

He saw a trace of hesitation in Karl's eyes. It was obvious that one of the directors of the industrial zone was scrutinizing his answer. Although he made some cover-up, he was not good at it.

Far worse than a fox.

This is normal.

People can never trust each other easily, let alone the Sakaz who are caught in the flames of war.

"You may think that I said this on purpose to win over you, just like those nobles who just used despicable words to win back people's hearts and make you die for me."

Chen Mo looked at Karl without waiting for his answer.

"I……"

"No need to deny it, it's nothing. I do have similar thoughts. I don't deny this, but also Karl, I really have this thought in my heart, and whether you want to believe what I say or not, you have to serve me. I just told you what I will do in advance, and you have the right to know why you will die."

"You are really... Actually, you can say that you can guarantee it. At least it sounds much better this way."

Karl didn't know what to say for a moment. The adult in front of him was too different. I would say he was honest, but Karl knew in his heart that those big people would not care about the thoughts of people like him.

"Our Lord is a little unconventional?"

Hedley suddenly asked. He had long recognized the identity of the man with a scar on his left eye. Hedley's team had once delivered supplies to the Tower of Babel, and it was Karl who came to pick them up.

Hedley remembered clearly that Karl's men had killed their hidden sentry in advance. If they had not shown no hostility, Hedley would have suffered a big loss that time.

"The big men in Sarkaz don't care what we think, Hedley. They just tell us when to do what and where to die."

Karl calmed down his emotions a little and said that this mercenary is serious most of the time, giving people the impression of being harsh and taciturn. He is not very good at speaking【>$

"Because my lord is not Sakaz..."

"This has nothing to do with whether it is Sakaz or not." Karl said: "Those adults only care about their own interests. They will not really take Kazdaele to heart, let alone us, our lives and deaths. To them it's just a few bugs, it doesn't matter as long as it doesn't affect them."

Hedley sighed.

"That's why His Highness's ideas are so respected."

"But His Highness was also rejected by them because His Highness wanted to give Sakaz more freedom of choice." Karl said, his eyes falling on Chen Mo.

“We Sakaz cannot afford the price of freedom.”

"Do you want me to refute you?" Chen Mo asked.

"I just want to hear your opinion, sir." Karl did not argue.

"...I think that you Sakaz have been paying the price of what you call freedom, but you are not thorough enough. I think freedom should not be given by others. If you really want it, you can fight for it yourself." Chen Mo Said, and asked: "Aren't you doing this?"

Every living person should have a story. It does not need to be unforgettable or great. The story involves his life. Even if the last living person becomes a cold tombstone, his story will remain in the minds of those who are still alive. inside.

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June 1091, 4, Crystalline Era

10:AM

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This is a day worth remembering, although before this day, various dark, cruel and uncared-for scenes such as theft, informing, extortion, robbery, murder, and bribery occurred in this huge industrial area. .

Later, Chen Mo also saw the scene that Hedley still remembered vividly.

There were mountains of corpses piled up in front of the station. People's bodies were like fallen wheat fields being struck by arrows. Artillery and spells ruthlessly harvested the fresh lives. The blood splashed from the bodies stained the entire field of vision under the dark sky. It became a scarlet color.

The boy holding the flag of the Tower of Babel in the scarlet sky, he took it, maybe from his father, maybe from his uncle. After the adult fell, he did not flinch, and the fear was gone from his eyes.

Maybe he doesn't even know what he's doing.

He just knew that the usually gentle and friendly uncles and aunts fell in the square in front of the station. He could see the angry faces of the men in black opposite, and he could see the crossbow arrows pointing at his thin body.

The flesh and blood of people holding hands formed a solid thick wall.

"Are they crazy? Are they all crazy? These untouchables, how dare they, how dare they! Kill them, kill them!"

The noble commanders who were usually aloof suddenly found that they could not command the troops behind them. The long war in Sarkaz made everyone living on this land gradually lose their humanity. Katz's life.

This is very common, even easy, both for others and for oneself.

Sakaz are cruel, they are called demons, they have no blood or tears.

The people who said these words should really come and take a look, see Sakaz’s own blood staining the square, see them fall like weeds, see their eyes that didn’t flinch, see those mercenaries gradually trembling Hands and weapons that are about to be released.

No one is afraid of lunatics who are not afraid of death, and these lunatics only have simple weapons, steel pipes, wrenches, and even rolling pins picked up from the vendors.

They fell in droves. They were not afraid of life and death. They took their brothers, sisters, parents and children with them to face death.

Chen Mo missed the boy who raised the flag.

A few days ago, when he first came to this industrial area, he had seen this child. At that time, he and Hedley were walking through the streets of the lower city. As soon as they were interrogated by the guards, a group of children came from behind the guards. The alley goes through and there's this kid in there, he's just one of them.

After meeting Karl, Chen Mo, as the special envoy of the Tower of Babel, contacted Karl and several representatives of the industrial zone. They held a meeting that was not too long, and it could not even be called a meeting, because he was the one who was there most of the time. said the assembly, while the people below just listened, listening to the young envoy from the Tower of Babel, and hearing that their highness would come to rescue them.

"Will His Highness come? Will His Highness also come to the industrial zone in person?"

In the crowd, he heard a young man from Sakaz ask. Maybe he was a laborer in a factory and his family was not well-off, otherwise the clothes would not be too shabby.

He seemed very nervous when he said this, but there was visible yearning and expectation in his eyes. They were eyes that were shining with eagerness. That look was the same as the look that most people present looked at him.

"Yes." Chen Mo lied, "His Highness will come, and she will come to work in person【>{

In fact, Chen Mo was not sure whether Theresia would come in person.

But the eyes present prevented him from saying the three words "I don't know". They needed an answer, even if the answer might be a lie, but to them, that was what they needed.

He heard the cheers of the crowd, and the young man who asked that sentence received a heroic look, just because of the name Theresia, many of them didn't even know what Theresia looked like.

They were just cheering for this name, cheering for this lie, as if Theresa was standing among them, as if... Sakaz had finally waited for the long-awaited tomorrow.

Chen Mo didn't even need to make any promises, he just told them what to do. However, people believed in Theresia, rather they believed in the concepts developed from Grai in recent years, and believed in people such as Karl and Su Enyang who put down their The people who returned the weapons to the north told them, or what they had thought in their hearts, but did not dare to think about it.

Ideas are just seeds. People plant them. They will not grow on their own. They need care, cultivation, watering, fertile soil and hard-working employees.

Fortunately, Kazdaele does not lack these, there is no lack of land for seeds to germinate, there is no lack of blood to water, and there is no lack of symbols like Theresia.

Theresa did a great job, she did what she was supposed to do.

But Chen Mo couldn't feel the slightest happiness. The seeds Grai had planted took root, sprouted, blossomed and bore fruit, so with what he had in front of him, he had an opportunity.

But Sakaz is a giant who has been hungry for a long time, and the fruit is food that will be used to satisfy his hunger.

"I'm asking them to die."

After the rally, Chen Mo finally met Su Enyang.

Su Enyang was waiting outside the door. It seemed that he had been waiting for a long time. Compared with the last time Chen Mo saw him, he became more reserved than the last time. If the Su Enyang in the past was a ball just waiting to be ignited, he was eager to burn himself to prove what was in his heart. Thinking of the tar fire, now he is like the ice slowly melting before the avalanche in winter.

He is more calm and reserved, but more convinced of his ideas than before.

As if he didn't expect Chen Mo to say these words suddenly, Su Enyang was obviously stunned, and the flattering and polite words were stuck in the back of his throat.