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Chapter 271 Barristan's Right Eye

This statement is also in line with Lance's perception of Tamara, because it is really possible for her to do such a thing.

"Is this something that can be said?" Lance was a little surprised that she would say this directly.

Although he doesn't know what is the sacred object of the Roma, but the name sounds very powerful.

"Didn't that guy Tamara tell you?" Amanda also realized that she seemed to have slipped her tongue, but she guessed something in an instant, with a look of disdain on her face, "That guy really knows how to pretend to be pitiful~"

"I said I'm really not familiar with her. She just came here the night before yesterday. She just met a few times and knows her name."

Lance explained that it was a disregard for the relationship, but he was curious about Amanda's attitude. It seems that it is not a unilateral disgust, which is very interesting.

"You seem to have a big opinion on her, can you tell me?"

This has nothing to do with the case, and Lance's attitude eased along the way and was not as tough.

"She has been like this since she was a child. She likes to attribute all problems to others, and she will not find reasons from herself at all..."

Just like Tamara accused Amanda just now, when talking about the grievances between the two, Amanda is also eloquent.

From her description, it can be seen that Tamara's personality is very self-contained, but her talent was indeed top-notch at the time, so no one cared about the flaws under the halo.

It wasn't until an accident that Tamara caused a lot of trouble, and she almost lost control of herself, that's what happened next.

The seal does exist, but it is to protect her. In fact, she can refuse it directly if she doesn't want to. If she leaves the organization, she won't care whether she will lose control.

But she thought that everyone was persecuting her, and for this reason, those who hurt her took the opportunity to steal the sacred object, just to satisfy her deformed thoughts.

Compared with Amanda's words just now, she was still relatively conservative, and the big things were just mentioned casually, and it was difficult for Lance to get more information from just a few words.

Lance didn't intend to ask further, he was just curious about the extraordinary world, and didn't want to get too involved in them.

I have to say that Amanda's cooperative attitude is much better than Tamara who is always thinking carefully. Lance has always been others to give face to himself, and himself to others.

"Very well, thank you for your cooperation, if you need anything, you can say it."

"I have a question." Amanda stared at it immediately, her eyes full of curiosity, "Who are you? Where is this place?"

"This is Hamlet, and I..." Lance grinned, "It's Hamlet's current lord——Lance."

"Hamlet... the northern border of the empire..." Amanda heard the strange murmur of the place name, and then seemed to remember something, "Isn't this city already dead? And the location shouldn't be here?"

Lance saw that the reaction did not seem fake, so it was no wonder why Tamara also did not recognize that this was Hamlet.

I am afraid that in the eyes of most people, Hamlet was destroyed more than ten years ago, but now this small town is like weeds that can be seen everywhere in the empire, and no one cares at all.

"That's right, this is just an ordinary town." Lance didn't intend to answer this question, and was about to leave, but he turned around and reminded, "I won't interfere in your affairs, but Hamlet Violence is prohibited, if you have any grievances, go outside and settle them yourself, don't die here."

Would Amanda believe him?
Obviously he wouldn't believe it, that punch was still hurting, and being able to easily suppress himself in close combat without relying on a weapon, without the ability to use it, was probably also at the rank of a master.

What if an ordinary town could produce such a strong man?
This kind of strength can be called famous in the empire, and it is absolutely impossible to appear suddenly.

It's just that Lance has already left, leaving her to sit and dream...

After leaving here, Lance came to the door of the nun's cell naturally, but he didn't go in after a moment of hesitation, but left directly.

She had a meal with herself in the morning, but was tricked by Tamara into being a thug, and she performed so many magical spells continuously, she was definitely not in a good state, so she should be hungry for a while, so that she could bring her food in by herself.

To deal with a guy with Tamara's personality, you have to be tougher than her, because once she is a little soft, she will climb up and eat you up.

But you have to be gentle when dealing with the character of a nun, because once you are tough, it will trigger the church's brainwashing of her. If you want to crack this, you have to let her fight with herself like Leonard, and wait until the spirit is almost exhausted by internal friction. Sneak in.

As a leader, in fact, what is most needed is not all kinds of abilities beyond the times, but the ability to recognize and employ people.

Of course, in this world, a little personal strength is needed as a foundation.

Walking out of the nursing home, Lance realized that it was already evening, and the day had just passed.

Today I was completely dealing with the follow-up of the wizard incident, and was annoyed by this guy Tamara for a day.

Thinking of something, Lance started directly to the barracks.

It can be seen that the soldiers on vacation are returning to the camp to gather. After the roll call and registration, they will start to take over the defense.

This is possible now because the scope of control is not large. After the expansion, I am afraid that it will be arranged to be stationed there for a long time. It is estimated that the army's planning will be further advanced, and more soldiers will be needed.

It's just that these have nothing to do with his affairs today, and he needs to find someone.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Lance found Barristan who was taking off his armor. Wearing armor is a burden on the body. Even veterans who are familiar with him will still take off their armor after leaving the battle, and at the same time let go of their nervous heart.

"My lord, I haven't encountered any special situation in the past two days, the brothers who are stationed..."

Barristan thought that the lord came to find him because of the front line, but just as he was talking, he saw the lord raised his hand.

"I didn't come here because of these, just sit down and talk."

Barristan felt that something was wrong, but he didn't say anything. He put down his armor and sat aside.

At this time, Lance said slowly, "I may have found a way to heal your right eye."

It's not that Lance hasn't tried to heal his missing right eye, but it's obvious that the elementary [Flesh Reconstruction] can't reconstruct that delicate structure, and now he has a little confidence after the upgrade of the sacrificial wizard.

It stands to reason that he should be happy to hear this. After all, it is definitely a good thing that this kind of injury can be recovered now that money can't help it.

But Barristan's reaction was beyond Lance's expectations, and he fell into silence when he heard this, looking a bit disappointed.

"Tell me."

Lance also understood that there might be a story behind this eye.

"I dug out this eye myself."

Barristan spoke, but the first sentence directly plunged Lance into a confusion of not knowing what was going on.

"When I was young, I had a stronger desire for power than other people..."

When he was young, Barristan was not as stable as he is now. On the contrary, he relied on his strong social skills to boast about leadership, and his skills in simulated battles on paper, so he was easily promoted without having experienced a battle.

It happened that a battle broke out, and he took this opportunity to obtain the command that others coveted.

At that time, he hadn't realized that the upcoming battle was very suspicious and full of threats.

Because all he could think about at the time was the desire to enjoy the glory of the upcoming victory and promotion.

"Even though I can speak eloquently, all these things become meaningless on the battlefield."

Barristan was talking about that battle, and he was dazzled by the achievements of the battle, completely unaware of the difference in strength between the enemy and us.

At the same time, he patronizes the leaders and doesn't care about these ordinary soldiers, which makes his prestige not enough to command those soldiers, and the soldiers also react negatively to his orders.

What's even more terrible is that he has never personally experienced a battle at all, and the command ability shown in the battle is hopeless.

If it was a tailwind, he could still struggle for a while, but once he fell into a headwind, his true level was completely exposed, and the order to attack hesitated, and the order to retreat directly turned into a rout.

That chaotic command ruined everything.

"The rout, that was a massacre...a negative teaching material enough to be included in textbooks, a complete failure of command."

Barristan's expression was rare to see panic. He tried to describe the battle with all the words, but he couldn't describe it accurately. He could only speak some general words.

Maybe even he couldn't remember the situation at that time, because when he woke up, he was already in the army's field hospital, and he didn't know how he got back.

During his recuperation period, Barristan could see the ghosts of those dead soldiers come back to him every night, and those broken ghosts would constantly bite and scratch his body.

They uttered hideous whispers, blaming him for all the disaster, for the failure of the battle, for the dead soldiers.

"I don't know if it's a dream, but why do I have scratches on my arm when I wake up in the morning?" Barristan was in a trance, and he couldn't distinguish between reality and illusion.

This situation made it impossible for him to sleep at all. Every night, the exhausted medical staff would be woken up by his terrified screams and incomprehensible whimpers.

All this tormented him, until one day he couldn't bear it anymore and even gouged out his right eye.

On the verge of madness, the severe pain gave him a revelation. It was not the war that took his eyes, but his ridiculous pride and incompetence.

Soon he came out of the hospital, not because he recovered from his injuries, but because he became the main person in charge of that defeat on the battlefield.

He shouldered all the responsibilities, the title of commander was taken away in disgrace, and his position was also stripped away. The only reason he survived was that he needed a scapegoat from above.

It's just that Barristan didn't care about it. He came to the battlefield again, and even the corpses were not completely cleaned up.

There were dead bones all over the place, the ground turned reddish brown due to the seeping blood, annoying black birds hovered in the sky, and some stopped on the dead trees in the distance to observe this man.

The scenes of that day seemed to be recalled in his mind, and he knew that it was because of his recklessness that these soldiers ruined their lives.

But now he came to choose to face them. He buried the bones of those soldiers and set up a tombstone, and then poured wine on it.

He did not ask for forgiveness, but for their rest in peace.

At last, he was able to sleep peacefully, and perhaps find some comfort in this dreamless abyss.

When he woke up again, he realized that he was drunk and slept on the cemetery, the most peaceful sleep since the war.

"I swear, one day, on a forgotten battlefield, I will write my confession with my blood."

As Barristan spoke, he told Lance that he was determined to spend the rest of his life seeking redemption on the bloodiest and cruelest battlefield in the world.

Because for him, the battlefield is facing the fear of war all the time, until he is killed silently.

He felt that this was what he should bear, only in this way was it the same as those soldiers.

It's just that his luck was not very good. Even though he was seriously injured many times, he still didn't die, but he finally learned how to command in these cruel battles.

And the personality that was originally tricky has also become calm. The only special thing is that he likes to drink, because it will allow him to enjoy a moment of tranquility after he is drunk.

Lance didn't expect Barristan to have such a past, so it's no wonder he has such an attitude when facing the problem of his right eye.

"Those things are in the past. You may be wrong, but after so many years, you should let it go."

"No, it will remind me of the mistakes I have made."

"I respect your choice." Lance is not talking to him in his official capacity now, so he won't force him to do things he doesn't like.

The worst habit of the superior is to instinctively use the power in their hands to control the people below, and will not allow the slightest questioning and resistance. Once discovered, they will suppress, make things difficult, or even kick them out.

Only in this way can they feel the pleasure brought by power, and at the same time, it is to satisfy that poor confidence and make them feel powerful.

But Lance doesn't need such pitiful and inferior methods. His strength comes from his own strength, and his subordinates' recognition of him comes from his actions, not because of his identity.

The status of the lord is recognized because of him, not because he is recognized as the lord.

The words are a bit convoluted, but the truth is true.

"I am willing to face the most difficult enemy, and I hope the lord will be fulfilled."

"I understand, but you are no longer alone, we are a team, and we are moving forward for that ideal. On this road, you will eventually be redeemed."

Lance said something consoling, and then talked about the situation on the front line to divert his attention.

There is nothing to say in the north. After the special medicine of Paracelsus is in place, the laborers can start working boldly, and the efficiency will be much faster.

It's just that there will still be some attacks by giant spiders, but they won't appear during the day, and they can be driven away at night by relying on camps and torches. Those crossbows are transferred, which is more practical than muskets.

After a brief understanding of the situation on the front line, Lance didn't bother him anymore. The fatigue of the garrison needed rest to mediate.

But Barristan didn't stop, but went to the tavern in the town.

The things he just talked about still brought back his memories, and he was destined to not return tonight without getting drunk.

"Bartender, serve the wine!"

"Come on~"

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Lance came to the door of the cell where the nuns were held. The iron door was full of rivets, and the cold and solid color was not even locked, but simply closed.

If he could, he wished that the nun would escape from prison, so that he could torture her heart better.

It's a pity that the nun is an honest person, and there has been no movement since she locked herself in, and Lance also deliberately took care of his affairs, and didn't come here until late at night.

Open the door and go in, you can see the nun is kneeling on the ground, praying towards a wall, I have to say that her faith is indeed firm, and she will use the scriptures to demand herself.

"Mr. Lord!" The nun looked a little nervous or guilty when she noticed Lance coming over.

"Okay, I just finished my work." Lance naturally showed exhaustion on his face, "Today is all about your business, but I have already investigated it clearly, you have nothing to do with this matter, it is the tower That guy Mara got scammed, so that's five days in prison."

How else could the nun react when she heard this?

A noble lord saved himself twice.

And what about myself?Constantly making trouble for others, causing all kinds of troubles for this quiet and peaceful town, and then forcing the lord to be busy with his own affairs.

Guilt, anxiety, irreparable...

"Be hungry, let's talk about it after eating." Lance clearly brought up this matter, but he didn't directly cut into the topic, but put out food and continued to take the preferential treatment route.

Lance's attitude made the nun even more uneasy. She didn't have the face to eat the food provided by the lord, so she raised her hand and refused.

"No no no, I can't eat any more."

But what she said made Lance laugh, "As long as you are a human, you have to eat. If you don't eat, do you want to starve to death?"

The nun didn't speak, because the church pays attention to punishment, and the hunger of the body can relieve one's guilt.

But Lance doesn't buy into this monstrous notion.

"You haven't paid the fine yet, what you need now is to improve your condition as soon as possible in these five days, and then find a way to make money to pay it back.

Think about it for yourself, if you don't eat for five days, what can you do even if you don't starve to death? "

Lance's exhortations directly grasped her most urgent psychological needs now.

She is now in debt for no reason, whether it is real money or psychology, she owes Lance a lot.

There is no doubt that what she wants to do most is to make up for her mistakes and pay back the money, otherwise she wouldn't be fooled by Tamara into being a thug so easily.

After hearing Lance's words, the nun fell silent. A person like her who doesn't know how to hide everything is written on her face.

When she showed a tangled expression, it showed that she was shaken, and a nun with a firm belief became like this in just a few words.

It can only show that the bottom line has been lowered again and again. After she chose to eat in the cafeteria, there was no doubt.

“It smells so good~”

The nun still ate, to be honest she was really hungry.

Instead, Lance took the opportunity to bring up the previous incident again, because at this time her vigilance was also the lowest, and at the same time talking during the meal would destroy the sense of sacredness, all his actions were designed.

"I heard you asked me for something before?"

The nun froze for a moment, and slowed down the movement of her hands, chewing while talking.

"Yes, I need to ask Mr. Lord about something."

"Call me Lance." Lance showed a gentle smile, the fish was hooked, and his arrangements were not in vain.

In fact, making friends is very taboo, so in the past, Lance didn't take the initiative to touch other people's secrets, and only guided them to talk about them when the right time came.

But the nun was different. She really took the initiative to talk to Lance about what she saw in the town today.

Listening to her question, Lance understood that she had doubts about the belief in her heart. She didn't know why someone in the church would do that kind of thing.

Whether it is abandoning the civilians under the bandit's butcher knife, or the massacre in the holy war.

After hearing this, Lance couldn't help complaining in his heart. I'm afraid you are the real heretic. Everyone is joking, but you are serious.

"Do you know what religion is?"

Lance simply took out the set of theories that he had told Leonard back then, and directly analyzed the situation she faced with her. She has fallen into a world woven by lies and deceit since she was a child.

"Impossible! If gods don't exist, why can I cast divine spells?" The nun was a little excited, and according to his words, it was already out-and-out blasphemy.

"I'm not saying that gods don't exist, but that real gods are not directly related to human beings, just like you wouldn't ask what an ant on the side of the road is thinking or doing.

But there is an ant that is incomprehensibly worshiped by the huge figure you pass by. In its eyes, you are an omnipotent god. Although there is worship at this time, there is no relationship between the two of you.

Now suddenly an ant tells that ant that it knows what you want to do, and then tells the other ant that it can tell you as long as it brings food.

So have you ever said that?Does that ant really understand your thoughts?This is obviously impossible, because the power gap between you and the ants is too great, and it is impossible to understand each other under such a gap.

But the called ant doesn't know it, it only knows that you are very powerful, and under your pressure, it can only work hard, but it wants to share the food with the second ant.

But does the second ant have anything to do with you?Obviously not, all this is just a lie fabricated by it to enslave the first ant.

Between you and the first ant, there is an extra ant that monopolizes the right to explain God, even if it doesn't understand you at all, that thing is religion. "

Lance's words were straightforward but shocked her enough that she couldn't eat for a while, and she was stunned.

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