Longmen Memoirs

The Pardoner saw W's thoughts, but he didn't care. Just like a hunter doesn't care about the prey that has entered the trap, a chef doesn't care about the ingredients on the chopping board. The outcome is already doomed.

"Choose to let me chop off your head with my own hands with this sword, or choose to end your own life."

"...I thought you were going to send my prisoner to your Trey [$

"You are not worthy of His Highness's attention."

"Haha, it sounds like I really want his attention." W chuckled disdainfully. "It's just a fake who stole something that didn't belong to him and took over the magpie's nest."

"Watch your attitude, mercenary."

"Did I make a mistake?" W asked nonchalantly. She slowly stood up from the ground, her body swaying, and the injuries caused her to frown. Her left hand was almost numb, and the pain in her body told her that her ribs were At least two of them were broken: "Ouch, it really hurts."

Her grenade musket hung over her shoulder, its ammunition long gone.

"There's no point in arguing. It seems you chose the latter."

The Absolver raised his sword.

"and many more--"

w suddenly shouted, she raised her hand.

"I surrender……"

The Pardoner's movements stopped.

"I have information about the Tower of Babel and Theresia, as well as news about leaving the court. The mission Babel has given to me and Hedley this time. Believe me, I am definitely better alive than a corpse. More valuable."

"What information?" the Pardoner asked.

"I can't say it." W shook his head: "I'm not a fool. Will I still survive if I tell you?"

"...I can promise to keep you safe."

"I don't believe you." W didn't even think about answering. He looked at the sword in the hand of the Pardoner. "You want me to trust someone who wanted my life just one minute ago?"

"No, you are confusing the situation, mercenary." The Pardoner seemed to have seen through W's trick. "It makes no sense, you can't delay it."

"Whether it is to confuse the audience or not, you will know after trying it." W replied calmly: "You attacked our team. There must be your spies in the Tower of Babel, otherwise you would not know our movements, and your purpose must be It’s about the mission that comes with our rush from the Tower of Babel to the Western Front.”

The Pardoner did not answer, nor did he put down his sword.

It took him a few seconds before he spoke.

"Are you going to betray Theresa and the Tower of Babel?"

"Don't say it so harshly. I'm just an inconspicuous little character in the Tower of Babel. I have no ability to betray anyone." W stared at the figure of the Pardoner: "I just want to live."

"I can't deceive you. After all, even if what I say is false, you can kill me later, right?"

"……what do you want?"

"I said, I just want to live." W put down his hand.

"Tell me the information and I will let you go. You have no other choice. Either die here now, or choose to believe what I say."

"Ha, the results are not all the same." W's chuckle was full of ridicule.

"Yeah, same result, like you're trying to delay a moment of respite now."

"You can also put down your sword first, and we can talk..."

"No need."

"...Oh, it's so stupid." w sighed in death. "Then, let me put it another way, do you know why we escaped here?"

"Why..." The Sinner's words suddenly stopped.

He seems to have noticed something.

A smile spread across w's face.

"Don't move. If you move, I don't know what will happen next. Maybe after a bang, you and I will be blown up into the sky and turned into a pile of minced meat."

"So that's how it is..."

The Pardoner was silent for a while.

"When?" he asked.

"I don't know either."

"I have to correct my assessment of you, w, you are dangerous and crazy."

"Thank you, but still, I don't need your praise."

"You can't escape." The Pardoner said, "Your trap is a two-way trap, and the decision seems to be mine."

"Then do you want to be buried with me?"

w asked, her dirty smile stained with blood and mud becoming more and more crazier, paranoid, and even a little naive.

"..."

The absolutist did not answer.

"It seems that you are afraid of death." W said: "In other words, you are not willing to risk your life for a role like mine."

"You can't escape, no one can save you." The Pardoner's voice was as calm as ever, without any waves, as if he was stating a fact.

"But it won't be now, and I won't die here." W raised his finger and pointed at the Pardoner, then pointed at himself: "The last question, where did you get our information from, the Tower of Babel or the Parliament? .”

"..."

"Thank you. Judging from your expression, I already know the answer."

w turned around and walked into the darkness without looking back.

Unsteady steps, unsteady steps.

The Pardoner looked at her back. He thought about using the sword in his hand to kill this unsuspecting and exhausted mercenary, but he finally gave up the idea.

A prey that has already fallen into a trap is not worth the risk.

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"Are you late? Scout."

Kazdale Western Front.

9:21p.m

Hogg looked at Scout who slowly emerged from the night. Behind him stood the remaining hundreds of soldiers who had left the court.

Scout is rarely late. As the intelligence director and elite operative of the Tower of Babel, his sense of time is always accurate unless something unexpected happens.

"I went to meet with Hedley and his team." Scout said. He glanced behind Hogg. He couldn't find Chen Mo: "Brother Chen, he has passed, hasn't he?"

"My lord has passed."

"He will help us contain the Pardoners, and they also have Hedley's team..."

Scout was about to speak but stopped, worried.

"Don't underestimate Li Ting, and don't underestimate Sir, Scout. Sir asked us to assist you in the next actions. I hope he didn't believe you wrong, nor did he believe wrong about the Tower of Babel."

"I have brought orders from the doctor and His Highness." Scout's hand reached for his lower back.

Hogg held his hand.

"You don't have to show me, you just need to tell me what we need to do."

Scout's hand slowly dropped.

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"So he kept you."

"No, if he does not appear on the battlefield, the power of the Pardoner will not be diverted, and our enemies on the Western Front will not relax their vigilance."

Scout opened his mouth but didn't answer.

"Tell me, Scout, what is our mission?"

Who are we going to kill.

Scout heard Hogg's answer. He looked at Sakaz in front of him who was wearing a black combat uniform. Behind him stood a dense crowd of figures. They were silent. They looked like ghosts, but they were so reassuring.

Scout was sure that he could give his back to the people in front of him without reservation. He knew that they could do it, and he would never be attacked from behind before they fell.

"A list. The scavenger troops and banshees on the Western Front can be trusted. As for the others, we will completely take over the command of the Western Front Army this night. Some generals and their henchmen..." scout Without continuing, "His Highness's order is temporary imprisonment, but the doctor hopes that you will be more decisive. He believes that the battlefield should not continue to be chaotic."

"I understand." Hog paused. He turned his head and glanced at the warrior behind him, then looked at Scout: "Li Ting will give you a satisfactory answer."

"Hogg..." Scout was speechless, but he finally couldn't hold it back: "I hope... I personally hope that you won't have any complaints against His Highness and the Tower of Babel because of this."

Scout is forcing people to do things that are difficult for them.

After all, from tonight onwards, they will become veritable executioners and murderers, and even be charged with disobeying Theresia's orders and being arbitrary and arrogant.

Hogg didn't answer.

It was a few seconds before Scout heard his voice.

"You know what I'm thinking, Scout, I'm thinking, if everything I do can bring Kazdaele the peace she's longed for and end our long history of civil strife and war, I don't mind if I No matter what kind of person you become, you don’t mind bearing any infamy or guilt." Hogg said, he reached out and patted Scout on the shoulder: "I think this may not be just my idea."

At that moment, many answers came to Scout's mind. He knew how to answer them, but when those words came to his lips, he couldn't say them out no matter what.

He just opened his mouth slightly and made no sound. After two seconds, he nodded heavily.

"Yes."

"That's good." Hogg said:

“We will not stop until the war is over;

We will not stop until Sakaz achieves equality;

We will not stop until Sakaz is free;

We will keep fighting, even if we are no longer the ones fighting. "

For the first time, Scout saw a smile on Hogg's serious and even somewhat stereotyped face. This ordinary Sakaz man had gone from a mercenary to a Tower of Babel operator to now a member of the court.

Ever since Scout met him, he had never seen him smile.

But his smile was so plain, plain and gentle, as gentle as if he had never had blood on his hands, as gentle as if he had never been in this long and numb war.

They knew their mission from the day they were created.

They are waiting for the day when their mission ends. Perhaps what greets them that day is not flowers and applause, nor cheers and admiration. What greets them is hatred, rejection, fear, resistance, or perhaps a cold prison remains.

They never needed it either.

They never regard themselves as heroes, and they never think that they have to be recognized and rewarded by Kazdaele and Sakaz because for them, the end of this war is already the biggest thing. Return is also their only expectation.

Chapter 27 Brother and younger brother, father and son ([-])

Li Ting and the Pardoners got into a fight. They chose the battlefield for themselves in advance and expanded the battle to this ruins in advance.

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The Pardoner paused. [{

The man blocked his way, and the Pardoner restrained his breathing. He saw patterns under the man's silver gauntlets that did not belong to this country.

He has a pair of black horns and a pair of cold eyes under his cloak.

He raised his head and his eyes fell on the Pardoner in front of him.

The Pardoner hurriedly withdrew his gaze and lowered his gaze slightly.

"I hope you won't disappoint me, Absolver," the man asked.

His voice was not loud, but the inexplicable power that followed his words moved the Pardoner.

"Of course, we have confirmed his identity, distinguished guest."

"Oh? It seems that Tracys did not see the wrong person."

The man raised his head slightly.

"We will clear a battlefield for you, my lord, but I must remind you of His Highness's expectations. He believes that this man should not continue to exist in Kazdaele."