A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Bray didn't want anything to happen to this guy; he was a guy who loved his family very much.

If possible, Bray hopes that this elf who cherishes her family can also live a good life.

“So, I can go now, right?” Bray said.

"Of course you can leave now, it's not you who committed the crime."

"By the way, how have you been lately?" Eric asked, puzzled.

“Not bad,” Bray replied, turning to leave.

But before Bray turned his head, he glanced at Eric out of the corner of his eye.

Although he didn't know why Eric asked that question, he answered anyway.

"Really? I'm in good health too," Eric chuckled.

“Don’t die before me, soldier,” Bray said quietly, his back to Eric.

He knew that Eric had used illegal drugs and would have a shorter lifespan than normal.

"Of course not, you blind man, I'm definitely not as unlucky as you." Eric shrugged.

Bray didn't reply, and it was unclear whether he had even heard Eric's words.

“Looks like this guy is doing really well.” Eric stared intently at Bray’s retreating figure.

What exactly is his relationship with Bray?

Ordinary acquaintances? No, it's more than that.

We're friends, very good friends.

Thinking of this, Eric laughed a few times. It turned out that Eric did have friends after all.

That's true. At a time when the entire military could not be trusted, besides Alice, Bray was the last person he trusted.

"Your small talk is really awkward, Colonel. Are you always this awkward when you talk to people?"

"Captain, watch your manner of speaking."

“Colonel,” Alice called softly from behind Eric.

"Captain Alice, is there any problem you need me, the esteemed colonel, to solve?"

Alice stared at Eric expressionlessly, without saying a word.

Eric suddenly felt the atmosphere become awkward.

"Alright, Captain Alice, just ask whatever you want."

"Will he be sentenced to death?" Alice looked at Eric intently.

Eric pondered for a few seconds.

"Captain, this red-haired elf committed murder on purpose."

"In the Will Empire, intentional murder is punishable by death."

“I know,” Alice said.

"I know more about the law than you do."

Eric was speechless.

"That's why I asked you, is he definitely going to be sentenced to death?"

“Not necessarily,” Eric said, giving Alice the answer she wanted.

"It's just uncertain."

"Captain, don't try to put any strange pressure on others," Eric suddenly warned Alice.

Even if you and I both understand that in the end, the law is just a means to protect the interests of the ruling party.

“But the law still needs to be fair,” Eric said earnestly.

He knew Alice was intelligent; of course he knew, he understood Captain Alice better than anyone else.

That's why he knew what Alice was thinking just now.

“However, this law may not be fair,” Alice said to Eric after a moment’s hesitation.

“Yes,” Eric said, his tone filled with helplessness.

"..."

“To be honest, any big changes require sacrifices.” Eric’s words suddenly became very heavy.

"Many, many people sacrificed their lives."

"We need to produce so much that the higher-ups will take it seriously." Eric stopped mid-sentence.

Alice didn't reply.

"Therefore, all we can do is pray for justice."

"That's a really negative thought, Colonel."

“If I spend too much time with you, I’ll become negative too,” Alice pouted.

"Tsk, can you use honorifics with me?"

"I can't accept it physically," Alice refused without even thinking.

"Then you can help me carry an elf, right? Captain, you're better at fighting than me, so your stamina must be pretty good."

“I am a woman,” Alice said matter-of-factly.

"..."

"Colonel, don't you consider yourself a gentleman?"

“Of course I am.” Eric gave an awkward smile, and finally obediently carried Latis to his workplace.

Given that Latis surrendered himself, Eric should try his best to get a lighter sentence.

However, this would require collecting a lot of information and evidence.

Speaking of which, does he get overtime pay in his line of work? "Hey, ally, you don't look too good." Nick Bolas lay on his side on the sofa, looking at the screen.

He didn't even glance at Bray while he was speaking.

"Crunch, crunch." Nick Boras ate his potato chips with relish, enjoying the images on the big screen.

That was a replay of the incident, and Bray was naturally in it.

"You didn't even look at my face, yet you know I look unwell?"

“Because you usually don’t look well,” Nick Boras said to Bray, yawning.

Every time I meet Bray, he's either completely dejected or in a terrible state.

“However, my ally, you did nothing in this whole affair,” Nick Boras said, his tone slightly surprised.

Bray was completely inactive this time.

“Hmm.” Bray knew he hadn’t done anything this time.

However, it's not a big problem, because someone has already taken care of the matter for him.

After all, Bray isn't the only person in this world.

“One little guy was quite active in this whole affair.”

"You mean that guy with only one head left..." Bray thought to himself, "Nick Bollas must be referring to Baffrom."

“No, he doesn’t just have one head, he has a spine too,” Nick Boras solemnly corrected Bray’s words.

Nick Porras was pleased that Bray knew right away who he was talking about.

Bray was speechless for a moment, as if the difference between the two wasn't particularly significant.

“I was hoping to have a proper talk with this little guy, but he’s too timid; he ran away at the slightest touch.” Nickbolas was really curious to know how Baphomet had survived.

It's important to understand that Baphomet wasn't someone who grasped any concepts, and simple spells didn't seem capable of keeping Baphomet alive.

Nick Porras really wanted to study it properly.

Unfortunately, Baphomet seemed to be terrified of the Silver race, and when I tried to find him, he ran away.

Now that Baphomet had long since left the capital, and Nicopolis was too lazy to move outside the city to arrest people, he had no choice but to give up.

“Nickborath, I have something to tell you.” Bray hesitated for a moment before speaking to Nickborath.

“Speak, you wouldn’t come to my house unless you had something important to say.” Nick Boras had already figured out Bray’s nature.

This guy is the type who only shows up when he needs something.

“What are those three musical scores?” Bray asked.

"You're interested in this kind of thing too?" Nick Boras was taken aback.

“But since you’ve asked, my ally, I’ll tell you.” Despite saying this, Nick Boras was actually quite happy that Bray asked the question.

"The three musical scores in that little guy's hands are all carriers of his mental world."

“It sounds incredible, but every score has its own independent mental world.” Nicopolis pointed to the screen.

The screen showed the scene of Baphomet placing three musical scores in front of Budbusch.

"And these three different musical scores of the mental world are all from the same person."

“…” Bray was stunned.

“I don’t know much about the mental world, and I haven’t figured out the specific mechanisms yet.” Nick Bolas spread his hands, somewhat helplessly.

Concepts are the rules of this world, but what is the world of mental images?

Anyone can possess a mental world; theoretically, those with silver or gold seed status are also eligible to possess one.

However, neither the silver nor the gold varieties have the various complex "life" experiences they have, nor do they have the opportunity to create a mental world.

Because these experiences are predicated on living in a civilized society.

"These three musical scores are the first things I've ever seen that can project a mental image world without needing to possess them."

“I’m starting to wonder if sheet music isn’t the medium for carrying our mental images at all, but rather the singing itself,” Nicolas said, getting more and more excited.

"What's the effect of the second score?" Bray asked directly.

He wasn't curious about the first score, nor the third score; he only asked about the purpose of the second score.

Nick Porras noticed this as well, and his eyebrows twitched slightly.

“It seems you are quite interested in the second score,” Nicholas said.

“…” Bray remained silent, waiting for Nick Boras to provide an answer.

“This is really boring. You should have said something,” Nick Bolas sighed.

"Of the three musical scores, only the third one has any combat use. The other two scores have no combat use, while the second score's effect is to tell the 'truth' of the mental world."

"This fact is relative, but it is also true."

"Everything seen in this mental world is real, it has happened."

"These three scores are essentially connected."

“The first brings joy, the second reveals the despair behind that joy, and the third transforms the cries of the despairing into destruction.” Nicholas said a great deal.

He knew, of course, that Bray hadn't asked that many questions, but if Nick Bollas didn't finish speaking now, he wouldn't have another chance.

"Is everything you see real?" Bray frowned.

"What's wrong? It seems you saw something strange." Nick Boras had spied on the scene and knew that Bray had also been affected by the second mental world.

Therefore, Nick Porras was particularly curious about what Bray had seen, and what it was that made him deliberately come to find Him.

“I see the future…” Bray said in a deep voice.

“My ally, it is fundamentally impossible to foresee the future.”

“Or rather, what you’re seeing is a possibility for the future,” Nick Porras said quietly.

"Maybe, I can't be sure." Bray shook his head, even now, the images that flashed through his mind from that time were still there.

The scene depicts only the remnants of a primitive civilization and one or two people wandering the desolate land.