Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 136: Fortress Wolf

"And those people, of course, look like a matter of course: I told you that it doesn't matter, it's normal that you are already great, but you have to accept the reality that this job is still suitable for men."

Sonia took out her cigarette pouch and started rolling a third cigarette.

"You know, they always sound so right and confident, always so rational, neutral, objective and sincere."

Sonia's eyes focused on the tobacco in her hand.

"In the end, I was about to believe it and thought it was true. Maybe I really messed up, maybe I'm really not fit to be a soldier?"

Fortress Flower turned her head and grinned at Thales:

"Right?"

Thyls didn't answer immediately. He sat on the ground with his back against the observation deck, his hands on his knees, his expression deep.

They always sound so right and confident...

At the royal family banquet, the scene where Vice Captain Vogel made the initiative to die is still vivid.

"I'm different from you, I didn't mess up."

The teenager spoke suddenly:

"I can solve it. I'm just working hard and adapting. I need time."

Sonia's cigarette movement stopped, and she turned to look at Thales.

"Adapt?"

Fortress Flower smiled first, but immediately became cold.

"Sunset, it seems you really messed up."

Thyls frowned.

Sonia rolled her cigarette and sneered:

"More than a little bit, otherwise you won't live in a dead man's house, your father won't come to you sneakily, and Jini won't growl and threaten me to fix you."

Thyls was not convinced at first, but he looked up in surprise:

"Jini, Ms. Jini?"

Sonia grasped the smoke expertly and took out the flint:

"Are you sure you won't have a bite?"

Tyles looked at the crude cigarette sales and twitched at the corner of his mouth.

Sonia shrugged, lit the tobacco three or two times, and sighed comfortably:

"Well, boy, maybe among us, you are the one who is not suitable for the soldier."

Fuck.

Thyls waved away the smoke and moved his **** to the side, his complexion ill.

"I know that you have just returned to the capital, which means you have stepped into a new battlefield. But every rule of the new battlefield is not good for you, unfair to you, they make you feel strange, confused, desperate, and No way out."

Thyls frowned noncommittal, but Sonya breathed out smoke:

"It is not difficult to fight with a sword, which is different from what most people think. Even the so-called sacrifice of life is a matter of getting hot heads and gritting your teeth. The real difficulty is knowing why you fight."

Listening to her, Thales suddenly remembered what Mallos had left after his punishment:

When you decide to trade, make sure that it is your own balance.

"But when you look up and leave specific opponents, when you see more, see higher, when you find that the rules of battle are so **** from the beginning, when you find yourself fighting It’s just a monkey show in the cage, and when you can never change the cage...fighting will become difficult, difficult."

It's like, it's as if my sword is no longer a flesh and blood weapon or a steel weapon, but an invisible wall. No matter how I swing the sword, it won't help.

For some reason, Thales suddenly remembered what Cohen said in the down town.

The flower of the fortress blew the incompletely burned cigarette butt, calmly speaking:

"Tense, fear, panic, mistakes, regrets, shakes, self-doubt, and even numbness to give up, we have all experienced these, there is nothing to be ashamed of."

The observatory under the moonlight is calm and quiet, and with the smoke from Sonya's hand, everything is like a dream.

"You failed in your enlistment for the guard?" Thales said suddenly, expressionless.

Sonia put up a leg and hooked her lips, but shook her head.

"I got lucky, and a big man happened to pass by. I got a second chance, stay here, and wait for the next round of recruitment."

The voice of the fortress flower is a little dim.

Big shot.

Thyls looked around Star Lake for a week:

"John Star?"

Sonia gave a chuckle, and she held the cigarette again, leaning back, supporting the back of her head with her hands.

"The days after that were not easy. I ate and slept with the guards in the castle, worked hard, and prepared to reach the next assessment."

At this moment, there was something more in Sonia's eyes.

"The beautiful words of comfort have disappeared since then, no one gave me a good face, everyone was isolating me, and I also understand that I got cheap and entered the game without following their rules. That group of men feel that their rights have been offended. Women who have been given special treatment have taken a shortcut to come in. It is too unfair to men and so on."

"From bed and shift arrangements to daily routines, from frequent emergency training, increased weight training, to coincidentally getting my cleaning job every time, they tried all kinds of methods to make me embarrassed and embarrassed. It's over. There is always someone who comes over to sing red-faced rumors: They are not aimed at you, but I am sorry for the trouble, but maybe you should give up?."

Tels listened quietly, but he remembered the moment at the royal banquet when Anke took the hostages and forced the palace to fight.

At that moment, all the guests at the banquet, the people with faces in Yongxing City, all raised their heads directly and looked at him.

"Including every friendly match in the team, I sometimes bite a bit of strength, and if I win, they will say that good luck makes you a little tired today. Now, if you have the ability to change the situation, the outcome will be different, and even if you fight for your life, you are sure to die. The real battle will not be so simple,,, and so on."

"Oh, by the way, and my favorite sentence to win. I can't prove that you are better than a man. If you have the ability, you can compare with a stronger man?"

Sonia dusted the soot and smiled:

"Does every man know this sentence? I call this a few sharing techniques. Every time I knock them down, they will say that. As long as I say this, the defeated guy will share it instantly. I took a few more powerful men, raised my head and regained my power, from short and weak to a golden gun."

Several sharing techniques.

Thyls couldn't help but chuckle.

But his smile faded: In his battlefield, there are also such people, right?

"And when I lost, they all said in unison. Look, I told you that this is normal. Generally speaking, women really can't beat men. By your standards, it's already very good."

Sonia's tone fell.

"At that time, everything was very frustrating: swordsmanship, fighting, weightlifting, long-distance running, javelin, archery, everything seemed to be out of reach of others, especially men who were trained or even served in the military."

"I don't have their strength, strength, speed, explosiveness, physique, physique, which are usually compared from sports games to knight competitions, without everything they are proud of."

A dark cloud blocked the moonlight, leaving the boy and the woman in the dark, each depressed.

"But you won," Thales said softly, "in this unfair rule."

Sonia was silent for a long time, and then took a big sip and slowly exhaled smoke from her nose.

"I didn't win. I just survived."

The scattered eyes of the fortress flower slowly reunited.

"Just as the days passed and the date of the next recruitment approached, and my heart was ashamed of self-defeating, someone asked me: Why, Sonia, why are you on their chessboard?"

Hearing this, Thales raised his head.

"Their board?"

Sonia smiled and nodded, as if thinking of something happy:

"I was asked: There are many ways for soldiers to fight, and there are different ways to kill. Why must they learn to use their muscles, rely on their physique, resort to strength and bursts, and learn from them all day long What a bluff? Why do we have to pursue the strong, rude, overbearing, masculine, aggressive, and defensive, to prove ourselves? Why should we learn from them and compete with them?"

Tyles narrowed his eyes.

Sonia sighed:

"Because, I said stupidly at that time," because these are useful, because the chief said, these are all tested in the game, things that have passed the test of history are needed by every soldier on the battlefield. Good things. "

Speaking of which, the flower of the fortress smiled.

"That's because the earliest competition only allowed men to participate. I was told that, so of course they are better than their own. When did you see them give birth to children?"

Tyles' expression changed.

"The soldiers need these not only because these things are "good."" Sonya sat up cross-legged, and even forgot to smoke, and let the cigarette burn slowly in her hands," the guy told me, but because They are already soldiers, and they like, are used to, and are good at being strong, rude, overbearing, masculine, aggressive, most of the time they only use these, so these things become "useful" and "good" ", and then spread to the hands of later generations. When there are more and more people and fewer and fewer doubters, everyone will acquiesce that this is common sense and truth."

Sonia recites it, as if returning to the moment many years ago:

"Because this is the game they control, the battlefield they define, and one of their most cunning tricks is to allow you to enter the game, and then defeat you in these rules and items that are not allowed to be suspected, and then Tell you: Look, you didn't win, you can't."

Thyls spoke subconsciously:

"But..."

But the flower of the fortress did not let him go on, and said to himself:

"So why, Sonia, you are already at a disadvantage on the chessboard that men are so familiar with and dominated for thousands of years. That being the case, why, why do you follow the rules they set, they are used to The standard of the tournament, the survival criteria they set, the habit that is more familiar to them than they are. When the armor and weapons you can get are made according to the conditions of men, how can you expect to rely on these to counter them?"

Why should we follow the rules they set, the game standards they are used to, the survival criteria they set...

Tyles' eyes gradually drifted away.

"...When they even use a few sizes as a standard competition item and ask everyone to compare the length with them, how do you win? Pretend to be a man by pretending to be a man?" Sonia sneered Tao.

Thyls came back to his senses and found that he had missed a paragraph:

"Is this a metaphor?"

Sonia turned her head and smiled evilly:

"It depends on you."

Tyls raised his eyebrows.

At this moment, the flower of the fortress in front of him looks like a torch, penetrating the smoke and confused:

"Don’t listen to them, I was told that, even if you want to win their prizes, don’t follow their standards, don’t follow their words, don’t pretend to be fake, even if you can only prove to them because That way, you really lose."

"On that night, I realized how stupid I was before."

She turned to the thinking boy:

"Tyles, don't be stupid, don't listen to them, don't pretend to be fake."

Thyls clenched his fists.

Don't listen to them.

At that moment, he inexplicably thought of the fast rope, remembering what the latter had said to him.

Don’t play against him on the same board, Thales, because you don’t know how deep his methods are in this game, how many hole cards he has, and those who are played by his father on the palm of his hand are not. Those who know themselves are extremely sad.

Immediately afterwards, Thales thought of Chaman Rumba.

"I didn't, I was fighting, in my way."

Tyles retorted subconsciously, almost at the same moment when he remembered the man whose eyes were like ice and burning in the ice.

"Physically, of course you don't, but what about your mind?"

Sonia stared at him, reached out and tapped Thales' chest: "Where is it?"

Thyls didn't speak, and the scar from the silver coin burn on his chest seemed to be slightly hot on his chest.

"Several handfuls were originally only grown in one place," Sonya raised the cigarette again and sarcastically said, "But the reality is that after tens of thousands of years have passed, they have become other things, ubiquitous and not natural Long, but artificially installed."

Thyls pursed his lips.

"Later," he asked hoarsely.

Sonia's eyes moved.

"Later, later, I stopped breaking my wrists, competing with them, lifting weights, and fighting for speed."

"There must be something, I think so." She squinted her eyes, as if recreating the way she had been thinking about it. "There must be something on this chessboard that has been ignored by them for a long time. Abandon what I disapproved, but can be picked up and used by me. Although it is difficult, because this chessboard has belonged to them for too long, and the rules of chess have been formulated for them for too long, so long as everyone feels it was born like this."

"But I can’t give up, no matter how loud they laugh, how bad they scold me, what they use to hinder me, how dirty jokes are to arrange me, and how many people slept in order to get close to the Duke. I’m going to make a joke about the grind down below. The old lady is the number one shrew in the six major villages and towns. I haven’t heard any pornography, and I haven’t kicked the ugly ones!"

Unconsciously, the dark clouds gradually dispersed, the moonlight fell, and the blue smoke surrounded the observatory.

Sonia snorted softly:

"I stayed, I insisted, I worked hard, studied, observed, and failed in the competitions with men and those strong again and again, and then gradually, I was the most inconspicuous, the most neglected, and the most Where people ridiculed, found something interesting, but most people dismissed things."

"I have a better sense of balance. I can trot on the single-plank bridge where they can't stand, and walk like flying on the bumpy and broken road."

"I am small in size, light in weight, able to penetrate smaller gaps, hide in narrower bushes, and be equipped with different types of mounts."

Sonia opened her mouth round, and gently exhaled a hollow smoke ring.

"I have more coordinated and flexible fingers and wrists. My weapon straps are tied more delicately, tighter, and easier to adjust than them. My longbow is more accurately calibrated, more handy and tighter than them. "

"Smell, sight, and hearing, I have more sensitive perception than many people, so that for a while John said that my nose is better than his hound."

"I can tolerate pain, cold and hunger more than a considerable part of the soldiers. I probably passed it on from my mother. When I was young, she had to earn a household after doing farm work. She had to squat by the river for several hours to wash Put on countless pots of clothes, and I still don’t know how she did it."

"In a harsh environment, I can hide and stay hidden for a long time. Although I have little energy, I consume less. Even after exhausting my strength, I only need to rest for half of their time. Only eat half of their food, and you can stand up alive again."

"In a long-distance run that is longer than the longest run, or in cross-country, I may not be faster than them, not necessarily more conspicuous than them, but more stable, more accurate than them, and less likely to get tired, sleepy, and dizzy. And lost."

Thyls was fascinated by it.

"In this way, patience, balance, resilience, memory, details and ingenuity, toughness and recovery rate are low consumption, high sensitivity and you know, I only recently discovered that women live longer than men than men Even in peaceful times."

Fortress Flower curls her lips:

"So I learned to use my ability to endure pain and use more reliable parts to meet the attack. When they were surprised that you didn’t fall, I gritted my teeth and fought back. I learned to choose something more suitable for me. The battlefield environment, instead of sitting down on the flat ground, you don’t know what to do with them. If this doesn’t work, then simply avoid the front, fight a war of attrition, hide yourself, mobilize your opponent, and bet that he is tired and paralyzed before me. , It freezes out first, and starves out first."

She patted her thigh and sighed:

"Of course, all of the above qualities, men will not admit that I am better than them, there are always people who refute, there are always people who compare with the Royal Guard? But they only admit it..."

Sonia blinked and pointed at Thales' head:

"My mind."

"Although I think this is because John first said that she is smarter than you all, and no matter how unwilling they are, they dare not offend the Duke."

Thyls chuckled softly.

Sonia got up to it, holding a cigarette in one hand and waving in the other, regardless of the spit and stars splashing:

"You know, men always think that men are smarter, rational, calmer, more capable of hiding emotions, more determined and rational, while women are slower, irrational, weaker, emotionally unstable, and only understand hysteria."

"But in my military career for so long, I haven't noticed this. You know, almost every big soldier is irritable, irritable, and impulsive. If you don’t force it for three days, you can’t help but kick or fuck. One frame does not seem to be much better than a woman."

Sonia shook her head:

"I don't know where men came from more sensible conclusions."

"It's from a man," Thales said suddenly, "you know, the more you lack, the more you have to blow."

Sonia froze for a moment, then laughed.

"Wait, don't you sound angry?"

Fortress Flower put away the laughter.

"When most men hear this, they will be so embarrassed that they will deny their anger and jump their feet. At least one sentence can't overturn a boatman with a single sentence?"

Thyls shrugged:

"Isn't that right in your arms, the man is irrational?"

"Oh, oh, you reacted so fast," Sonia frowned. "I want to mention this again in the future. Someone must refute you. Your Royal Highness Thales is also a man, so he is very sensible."

"It is not necessary."

Thyls waved his hand politely and leaned back: "I have no plans to share a few."

Sonia laughed heartily again.

She raised her head, looking at the bright moon surrounded by stars, with emotion:

"In short, make up for the strengths, I am me, I will do my thing, instead of doing what they want me to do according to their standards, and pointlessly prove to them that I can be a man. "

Thyls suddenly felt that the bone ring in the front seemed to be less heavy.

"You passed the assessment of the guards?"

At that moment, Sonia's smile faded.

"While I was waiting for the next opportunity to try to subvert the rules, the assessment was unexpected and came early."

Fortress Flower stood up and took a deep breath.

"A group of thieves and bandits entered the Wang's Hunting Forest and settled down. The Star Lake Guard took the recruits to suppress the bandits, but the intelligence was wrong. They were not ordinary thieves, but the advance scouts of the blade-led rebels."

Her words are a bit lonely.

"We were dragged in the woods for a whole month. We suffered heavy losses. We were cut off from the road, and we were unable to advance or retreat."

Sonia slowly nodded:

"It was the battle. I passed the assessment."

Tyles listened to her understatement, and suddenly realized what a thrilling story was hidden behind it.

"But I also understand one thing: on the real battlefield, when people on both sides pounce on each other like beasts, when your enemy just wants to poke a knife and his hand into your stomach, when you When the intestines of the comrades-in-arms mixed with blood and water leaked out..."

Fortress Flower's face turned cold, and he lifted up the few cigarettes left:

"No one bird, you are a man or a woman."

The words of the other party reminded Thales of the countless **** experiences he had experienced. He couldn't help but darken his face and stood up:

"I'm sorry."

Sonia shook her head, not caring:

"In this way, I discovered another advantage of mine: my mind. No matter what the environment, I can grit my teeth and calm down. , Where is the position of our teams, what state each person is in, what the enemy might do next, and what should we do next, to make more favorable and rational decisions..."

Thyls has a strange expression: "But I remember, you just said before, you are in Broken Dragon Fortress, how many blinds are you playing?"

Sonia smiled and slapped her thighs:

"So I don't have a few!"

Thyls was startled and speechless for a while.

"There is another example. In the Scarlet Year, we and the Exeters fell into a tug of war on the banks of the River Pasture."

The Scarlet Year.

Thyls smiled when he heard the term.

"Araka and his Fury Guard are the vanguards. They will not hesitate to fight without fear of death. They dared to confront Exter’s army in a field battle. The warriors of the North who fell into his hands are unknown. According to legend, it is said that the first question that King Lian Nuen has when he gets up every day is whether Alakamu is dead or not."

The flower of the fortress shook her finger and curled her mouth:

"And just as the name of Araka is getting bigger and bigger, the star people are getting more and more dead, more desperate, more fanatical, and your father is even going to enlist juvenile soldiers into the army and burn with the Northlanders. I calm down. I think we can’t do this, and then I’ll do one thing."

"What's the matter?"

Sonia took a deep breath:

"Before Araka’s one-to-one mad dog play and let him and his subordinates die, I bypassed the main battlefield and went deep behind the enemy, abruptly in the northern territory occupied by the Exeters..."

"Retaken the cold castle."

She said this in an equally understatement, as if it didn't matter.

The Scarlet Year, take back the cold castle...

But Thales connected to his memory, and his discoloration suddenly changed after he figured it out:

"What?"

"Why, don't you believe it?" Sonia raised her eyebrows.

Thyls blinked vigorously, trying to recall his historical knowledge:

"No... wait, as far as I know, two hundred years ago, the conqueror Arija mobilized the soldiers from all over the country. Seize the largest and most abundant cold fort in the north, and force the Exeters to retreat to the northern plains and black sand mountains..."

He stared at the fortress flower in disbelief:

"But in the Scarlet Year, you went north alone, helpless, and faced with the threat of a hundred thousand troops. How did you do it? Why did I never hear about it?"

But Sonya just smiled mysteriously.

"According to the old man Sodor, one of the prerequisites for King Nunn's willingness to negotiate is not to disclose the truth about the loss of the winter castle. The 100,000 athletes from the North, brave enough to be invincible, were stabbed by a lady. ."

Thyls suddenly looked strange when he thought of King Nunn's voice and smile.

"Are you suspicious?" Sonia was dissatisfied with his attitude, "Hey, do you think that Valarende, the guy with the taller eyes, why has he treated me respectfully for more than ten years, and the supply is from Isn’t there any shortage? And his daughter, why is Miranda willing to serve under me? Because I am the one who took the head of the old Duke Dylan off the gate of the castle and returned it to the Allende family! "

"And conversely, why did your father ask me to guard the fortress instead of Arakam, who is more famous and can scare the northerners?"

Sonia raised her arms with a cigarette in her mouth:

"Is it because I look good?"

Thyls thought about it and nodded: "You really look good."

At that moment, Sonya's expression froze, and the cigarette fell from her mouth to the ground.

Thyls reacted and quickly explained:

"I mean, that, when you fight, it looks good to see you smoke out."

Sonia seemed to be very unaccustomed to such an answer. While leaning over to pick up the cigarette, she was surprised, doubtful, delighted, introspected, and denied. Her expression kept changing for several seconds.

"Cut, it looks good, you mean to include these?"

She hummed and straightened up, lifted her clothes to expose the skin on her ribs, and then opened her neckline to reveal her shoulders and collarbone:

"There are more of these?"

Thyls was surprised.

That's... scars.

Oh my god.

Under Sonia’s clothes, from the side to the back, from the shoulders to the neck, there are pits and pits everywhere, full of intertwined scars, arrows and burns, including sun marks, old and new skin entangled. Different shades.

This is the price of transforming from a farmer’s daughter to a fortress flower?

Thyls stared at the scar on the opponent's body in a daze. It took him a while before he realized what, and turned away embarrassedly:

"Yes, including them, you also look good on other standards."

Fortress Flower frowned, she **** her clothes and looked at Thales again:

"Strange, you don't seem to be politely making rounds, such as euphemisms like you are heroic or distinctive."

She scratched her head.

"Since my parents passed away, no one has praised me for being beautiful, and my mother even advised me not to be damned by accident. It’s strange to be praised for being beautiful. This is Williams’ daily life in the Western Wilderness. Right?"

Thyls's expression turned black.

No, he can guarantee that in the Western Wilds, no one dares to praise the beauty of Wings of Legend.

At least not dare to boast in person.

Tyles coughed: "You, that, actually, just say thank you."

But he remembered something.

"No wonder."

Thyls sighed:

"It’s no wonder that in the Scarlet Years, the stubborn old man of King Nunn would be willing to sit down and negotiate with the stars, not because of Gilbert’s brilliant tongue, nor because of the terrifying wrath of the kingdom, and not because of my father. Young soldiers."

"It's because of you," Thales stared at each other, "Because of the cold castle, King Nunn made the final decision and finally brought the fortress peace treaty."

"Countless people in the Star Kingdom owe you great kindness."

But Sonya just smiled and waved her hand: "John said that his reputation is like Donglu's cough and cough. Okay, well, it's nice to be praised occasionally."

She scratched her chin, enjoying the last few puffs of smoke.

Looking at the other person like this, Thales couldn't help feeling sighed.

By contrast, he went to Exeter seven years ago to stop the war... it doesn't seem to be a big deal.

"I have a question," Thales frowned. "The same as the generals in the Scarlet Years, who commanded the standing army of the royal family, why, why did Kingdom Wrath and Wings of Legend have baroned , And you, Sonia Sutherley, who made the world's best, are just a lady lord?"

"Yes, I'm also very curious," Fortress Flower's face was full of irony, "More than that, I'm still in the bottom of the so-called three coaches."

Speaking of this, she seems to be full of complaints:

"And the **** flower of the fortress, which warrior likes to be called flowers? Is it waiting to be fertilized, pruned, picked, taken to be confessed, or waiting to bloom and then wither?" /

"Why don't you see them called the flower of the Kingdom of Araka, the flower of the legend of Romance? Really, if you have seen that little white face, you will understand that this is his nickname, okay?"

Her evaluation of Williams caused Thales to nod repeatedly:

"Then what do you want to be called?"

This really stumped Sonia.

"Well, let me think about it, uh, the wolf of the fortress?"

Thyls chuckled and laughed.

"Very well," Fortress Flower looked at him for a long time, and suddenly smiled, "Now you make me feel that you are the one who saved a deserter when you first arrived at the fortress and was put on my shoulder by me. A child who is afraid of heights and crying loudly."

Thyls smiled stiffly and his expression was embarrassed.

"I used to have so many prestigious things, you have to mention this."

Sonia shook her head, meaning something:

"For me, this time is far more prestigious than the horrible thing you used to force the palace with your sword."

Thyls fell silent, thoughtful.

Sonia continued to smoke her cigarette with the same deep expression.

A few seconds later, Thales suddenly said:

"Can you give me a bite?"

Sonia was startled at first, but she understood something and smiled evilly: "Oh? Where can children not smoke?"

"Imperial custom, a man has grown up at the age of fourteen." Thales has no shame.

Sonia looked at him and smiled. The former stretched out her hand holding the cigarette: "Let's relax, the smuggled goods from the dragon kiss are old and expensive."

Then I'll give you nothing to eat~ IndoMTL.com~ Don’t worry, I’m just sharing cigarettes, I don’t want to share a few with you... By the way, I still remember that you just slapped me, fuck. You. "

"Hey, if you want to **** back, please wait any time."

"Forget it, I don't dare to **** the wolf of the fortress."

Thyls unceremoniously took the cigarette from the fortress flower, put it in his mouth, and took a deep breath.

"Cough! Cough! Cough cough cough!"

Only the first bite, Thales coughed again and again with the wonderful pungency, shivering in the cloud and mist he vomited, he hurriedly handed the cigarette back, swearing not to taste the second bite.

"Oh, I'm miserable, you can't be a soldier," Sonya took back her cigarette, gloating, "It's okay to be a smoker."

Thyls was busy coughing and had to stretch out a **** in response.

"What is this? I seem to have seen that dumb man do it to Miranda."

"This is a general friendly gesture for greetings from Beidi, southern stars."

Sonia smiled slightly, smoked the last puff, and raised her **** to him as it was:

"Hello, you little bastard!"

"Anyway, thank you," the prince finally relieved, he turned around, facing the forest in the distance of Star Lake Castle, "I have figured it out a lot, and I feel better."

"Really?"

"Really."

At that moment, the weight of "Gurtaksa" was no longer as heavy as a man's back.

Thyls raised his head, facing the gentle moonlight, and sighed:

"I suddenly realized that compared to what you have faced, what you have faced, and what you are facing, the battlefield I'm going into doesn't seem to be that difficult or so bad."

As a newcomer and challenger of the game, he can't put on a few fakes, pretend to be them, and follow their rules.

Never can.