"Rest in peace, kid!"
In a corner of Neverwinter Valley, George stood next to the corpse of a young girl for a long, long time.
George recognized this girl. By coincidence, this girl was the poor girl whom George had rescued from the clutches of an unscrupulous prostitute a week ago. At that time, for the sake of his hungry sisters and seriously ill mother, he only had a piece of black bread. The girl is selling her body! Who would have thought that the only "labor force" in such a humble and unfortunate family would be involved in the vortex of the blood family struggle!
"Well done, Lincoln Leviathan and Brut Samael. You made a great contribution this time. You saved my life! I thank you from the bottom of my heart!"
Taking a deep breath and resisting the urge to slap them both in the face, George saluted them sincerely and showed a stiff smile.
Using a small amount of money as a bargaining chip to convert ordinary humans in the slums into vampires to expand the number of cannon fodder. Although this method violated the laws and regulations of the empire, in terms of results, the sacrifices of these ordinary humans did lead to victory. Fruitful.
The most important thing is that even the Great Emperor Gaudos, who claims to be compassionate to mankind, is also turning a deaf ear to their actions. So, as the leader of the mercenary group who was saved by the members, even if he is unhappy in his heart, he will not care about it. In any case, praise should be used instead of reprimand.
"The leader made a serious statement! There is no need to say thank you for what is within your duty!"
Regarding George's solemn salute, the two of them felt terrified and filled with pride and pride in their hearts. However, compared to Brut, who expressed his satisfaction in words, Lincoln, who was more delicate in his heart, noticed the difference in George's emotions. unnatural.
"Captain, please allow me to ask one more question. You finally won a great victory. Why do you look a little unhappy?"
"Why? Ha..."
George paused, then suddenly dragged the unsuspecting Lincoln to the little girl's body, his voice as low as an ice blade:
"Lincoln Leviathan, how many brothers and sisters do you have in your family? Are your parents still alive?"
"I... I am the eldest son. I have two younger sisters, and... and a younger brother who was just born a few years ago. My father is still alive, and my mother... my mother died for the empire during World War I."
The strength and mental coercion that came from George's arm was far superior to that of Lincoln, and it actually made Lincoln breathless. But after George pointed to the body of the inconspicuous low-level vampire on the ground and told her story in a very plain tone, Lincoln seemed to feel that a very soft place deep in his heart was touched by George's words. bumped into!
"This little girl, like you, has three younger siblings who are waiting for food. I don't know where her bastard father is, but seeing as her mother has been tortured by poisonous rash all year round, I think this child must have been a mistake her mother made when she was young."
"A few hours ago, the emperor gave me an order. After the mercenary group completes its last mission, I must send you and others back to their respective families intact. But this little girl, This untouchable who is willing to die for a few silver coins, this inconspicuous consumable to the vampires, this cheap, humble cannon fodder who seeks death, her mother, younger siblings, will never see her again... …”
The little girl's body was finally centrally processed, and the raging fire burned the corpses of the vampires who died in the battle. Regardless of high or low, the fire sent them to the end of the void without distinction. And among the smoke and dust blown farther and farther by the mountain wind, the Reaper Mercenary Group once again embarked on a journey!
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