Xingtie, started with a guitar, and made a living by singing

"I'm not sure about the first half of your statement, but the second half... you're right. People with abilities should naturally contribute to society, just like mothers bring stability to society—"

Seeing Bronya turning to her mother again, even Wendy felt quite distressed.

It is extremely difficult to persuade someone who has been "carefully educated" like this, but she refuses to go straight to me. Although I can understand why she does this, it is really troublesome!

"What's your last question? How do you explain it?"

Looking at his gloomy expression, Bronya felt a little happy for some reason, even though her communication with him was not pleasant.

"This is even simpler. If people in the lower-class areas live better, more people will come to my performances.

Being able to help others and have a successful career at the same time, what could be more joyful than that, right? "

Although it was difficult to tell whether this was true or not, at least it was what Wendy really wanted to do from the bottom of her heart, and Bronya was very sure of that.

As for her consideration of the poet, she also thought it was time to make a final judgment.

"I agree with your idea, but this approach is not correct and will only cause unnecessary misunderstandings."

In order to be more persuasive, she deliberately softened her voice, making people want to listen more.

"If you wish to sing more songs of hope, gaining entry to the Golden Opera House shouldn't be difficult given your abilities. There, you'll have the most powerful outlet for your voice, and your earnings, aside from taxes, will be yours to use for your own ends.

Whether you plan to set up a charitable foundation or raise funds to help people in underprivileged areas, these are all reasonable and legal actions that deserve recognition and praise.

Wendy's smile was faint, but it made Bronya feel a little alienated for no reason.

This made her subconsciously feel a little urgent.

"If you encounter any difficulties during this process, you can come to me and I will provide you with some assistance. But you must also ensure that your income is used for legitimate purposes. Only in this way can the people..."

"No, that's not right. My dear Bronya, this may seem right to you, but it's definitely not what they need right now."

Wendy seemed a little tired and sat back to where he had been lying. He looked out through the gap in the iron window and murmured softly.

"I have to advise you. Some birds are destined to be caged, because their wings are stained with the glory of freedom. When they fly away, you will feel it is a sin to lock them up."

When Bronya looked confused and thoughtful, Wendy also sighed the most helpless words in her heart.

"Your considerations, made out of kindness, can neither change their difficult situation nor put the lower districts back on track. Instead, they will only trigger a new round of chaos.

All you do is keep them caged for generations to come, until the new birds never see the blue sky."

It was only then that Bronya finally understood why he had said that to her in the first place.

This indifference to her mother's actions has even led to the new generation of people in the lower class lacking adequate cultural education and social security. This indifference to her people alone is enough to make her feel guilty.

The conversation ended on a bad note.

After she returned with this uneasy feeling, she was transferred to the front line within two days. She was not an idle person and there were many things that needed her to deal with.

By the time he finished the work at hand and finally made up his mind to see the "truth" that Wendy mentioned, he had already left the prison.

After that, no matter how Bronya sent people to look for him, they would always lose him at the last moment.

Since then, Bronya always felt as if a piece of the puzzle was missing in her heart. Although she knew very well what it was, she was still unwilling to believe that her mother would deceive her.

It was not until the moment they met again that she was convinced again that perhaps she had already been convinced by the other party and just lacked an opportunity.

This opportunity is still given by the other party.

Should I, as I wish in my heart, catch this bird that brings a turnaround and the wind of hope?

Chapter 21: Convergence of Causes and Conditions

"Does Lady Bronya know this poet?"

Perhaps noticing the awkward atmosphere between the two, Lieutenant Dunn took the initiative to speak up to help.

"No wonder you just decided to hold the line. It was my failure to understand your intentions that delayed your counterattack."

"—No, Lieutenant Dunn, you are too serious. There is nothing wrong with your actions. It is me who is too indecisive."

When this was mentioned, Bronya quickly shook her head.

Lieutenant Dunn is a very experienced Silvermane Iron Guard. It can even be said that most of the young Iron Guards today have been trained by him. He himself has a lot of experience and belongs to the same generation of the current Grand Guardian.

Everything the other party did and thought before was entirely for the purpose of preventing the war from collapsing. Even at this time, he was willing to give her a way out. If she still didn't appreciate the favor, it would be too arrogant.

Moreover, Bronya also looked deeply at the several iron guards who were willing to sacrifice themselves for her. Among them were both veterans and new recruits, and none of them were very strong. One of them was even a teenager.

"...Everyone, I can't go into too much detail here. But I sincerely thank you for your dedication."

She lowered her head and paid them a solemn and respectful tribute.

The several Silver Mane Iron Guards who accepted her thanks looked at each other, and then did not refuse. Instead, they held their heads high and chests puffed out, paying her a gesture of loyalty second only to that of the Grand Guardian.

After this round, the awkward atmosphere that had filled the air had disappeared in vain. Perhaps because of the support of the Iron Guards, Bronya's originally uneasy heart calmed down again.

She looked at Wendy, who had been quiet until then, watching their interaction with interest.

That smile that always seemed relaxed and made people feel close was the same as before.

But this time, she finally understood why the other party believed that she had the ability to change the status quo.

The outer universe flame behind Wendy, which had completely lost its resistance, has not recovered yet. If it weren't for the slight vibration on its surface, anyone would think that this big guy was just a large "decoration".

A decoration that could easily devour an entire formation of Silvermane Iron Guards and force her, the heir to the Grand Guardian, to flee in embarrassment.

Bronya, laughing at herself inwardly, lowered her gaze, but still managed to muster up the energy to say, "This time, thanks to you, Wendy. Otherwise, we would have suffered heavy casualties. Please tell me how I can thank you."

"Thank you, that's a bit too formal. After all, Miss Bronya and I are friends, right?"

Wendy winked at her and said as if she was deliberately making a joke.

"Am I the only one who thinks this way?"

"...No, I won't. You are indeed a friend I can trust."

Even though they were on a battlefield, which was not the time to relax and laugh, when facing Wendy, she couldn't help but feel happy about her words.

It was as if he could flatter her with just a few words. If my mother knew how easily I could be coaxed, she would definitely intensify her training in this area.

To dispel this strange feeling, she said, "Although I know this may be a bit unreasonable, but... can we get rid of this monster? If we leave it alone, it will eventually recover."

If that happened, it would be a new threat to the Silver Mane Guards stationed there. After all, she couldn't keep Wendy by her side all the time; she must be asking for something.

When Bronya was mentally prepared to be asked for conditions, Wendy decisively stepped aside, revealing the outer universe flame that was only breathing its last breath behind it.

"As it should be. Please do as you please."

He had no intention of repaying a favor, and after Bronya shot and officially defeated the monster, causing it to dissipate in a cloud of light, the Silver Mane Iron Guards present visibly relaxed a little.

This made Wendy reflect a little. Although for him, dealing with such monsters was just a matter of convenience, for most of the Silver Mane Iron Guards.

This is already a mountain that is difficult for them to cross. Just by existing before their eyes, it seems to be a material pressure.

Not to mention that they had witnessed their comrades being engulfed by the flames, and their hearts must have been filled with too much sadness and powerlessness.

After resolving this matter, Bronya breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked the Silver Mane Guards to start cleaning up the battlefield. Lieutenant Dunn did not stay here, but tactfully joined the cleanup command, keeping a distance from the two.

It was only then that the two began to officially communicate.

Bronya's expression was complicated, but she was mostly relieved. She certainly didn't want to speculate that Wendy did it on purpose.

That would be too much of a self-judgment, allowing the flower of evil to take root deeply in the heart.

Although this scene seems a bit out of place from the perspective of "reunion of old friends".

"You're still the same."

Before she could finish her wild thoughts, Wendy spoke softly.

"Uh...did I do anything disrespectful?"

Bronya subconsciously checked herself, but didn't find anything inappropriate, except that the other party still looked amused.

"It's your expression. When you're thinking, you subconsciously frown and furrow your brows. It's like you're contemplating your next meal!"

"Is my expression that obvious?"

She has actually received training in this area, and no matter what the situation, she will not let her thoughts be revealed directly through her expressions.

This would make him lose his authority as a "superior" and make it difficult to convince others. But judging by Wendy's performance, he must have failed miserably.

Thinking of this, Bronya no longer maintained the stern and cold mask, but sighed tiredly.

"It seems that you do have some ability to judge people."

"Of course. In our line of work, rapport is paramount. We can tell who will give a tip and who won't with just one glance."

Wendy chuckled at her.

"Ms. Bronya is beautiful and has an extraordinary demeanor. She's the type to spend lavishly."

This joking counter-compliment made her feel much better, and she also put on a faint smile.

"I wouldn't spend the people's hard-earned money on something like this, but if it's private money, I do have some, and I wouldn't mind giving it to you as a reward."

This made Wendy smile immediately, and she whistled like a street scoundrel, which made people feel a little embarrassed.

"Well--!"

Perhaps realizing that she was embarrassed by such behavior, Wendy quickly stopped and spoke as if chatting with a friend.

"Although I should say 'long time no see', I'm afraid I should also follow it up with 'sorry'."

"...I should be the one to apologize to you. Sorry for letting the Silvermane Guard follow you..."

Bronya shook her head and confessed what she had done.

"It's okay, it's okay. I can tell they're just following from a distance, occasionally doing some 'protective' things. So I understand clearly that you want to find me, but you can't bring yourself to do it because of your face. You're embarrassed, right?"

Being so bluntly poked at the girl's thoughts, even Bronya, who had taken courses on controlling facial expressions, felt a little embarrassed.

There was a faint blush on her pretty face like the bright moon, and her shy look of wanting to refute but not knowing where to start was very pleasing to the eye.

I have to say that in terms of image, she is very much in line with the public's aesthetic standards, which of course includes Wendy's.

"Well, how about we just give each of us fifty lashes for this matter and then happily forget about it together?"

"……agree."

In the end, she had no choice but to nod and say this.

"So, do you have anything else to do next? If so, I can wait for you to finish, and then we can go together to the place you have been looking forward to for a long time."

Wendy invited him directly. Not only did she not realize that it was late at night, but she also did not have any skills in asking a girl out. Her main point was sincerity.

And the thing is, even if Bronya could say a thousand words to reject such sincere words, that would never be her action.

Whether it was to thank the other party for his kindness or to see with her own eyes whether what the other party said was true, she had to accept the invitation.

"Yes, I will personally go with you to the lower district."

When she got this answer, Wendy also put on a smile and saluted with an elegant and proper manner.

"Then I am willing to assure you that this will be the most interesting, most real, and most unforgettable journey of your life."

Chapter 22: The Power and Fate of the Demon God

The defense line where Garrison Officer Jeppard was stationed was located in the leisure square at the rear. This unfinished leisure workshop should have become an important footnote in Beloberg's daily life.

Until the newly formed rift spread here, the construction work was forced to stop, further threatening the safety of the inner city.

Therefore, this place was handed over to the garrison officer Jeppard, who was more adept at defensive operations.

Bronya's front line was the waiting square, one of the important transportation hubs in Beloberg. From here, people could reach any corner of the city.

In other words, monsters can also quickly reach any place in the city through here, which is very unfavorable for the Silver Mane Guards to fight. Therefore, Bronya and others as part of the elite team were sent here and were asked to guard it until dawn.

Previously, Lieutenant Dunn wanted to take Bronya to retreat and make long-term plans because Garrison Commander Jeppard was right behind them. If they could surround him from both sides, they expected to complete the extermination operation before dawn and return here to start the battle again.

However, it is unknown how many monsters will escape during this period, but this is the only way.

Fortunately, with the help of Wendy, who claimed to be the best bard in Beloberg, they not only did not have to evacuate in a panic, but also completed their combat objectives ahead of schedule.

All that remained was to clean up the battlefield and wait for the delayed support troops from the rear.

While Wendy and Bronya were talking, the Silver Mane Guards who had cleaned up the battlefield had returned to their team.

Those scattered, unresolved Rift Monsters were also dealt with one by one.