"Your academic performance is so good, you shouldn't be sent overseas." Winters didn't give up. He still had some hope that Bud would stay in the country.
"I applied for overseas dispatch myself." Bud calmly said something that shocked Winters.
"What!" Winters stood up in shock. He looked down at Bud. He didn't understand why Bud would take the initiative to die. Thousands of words in his heart merged into one sentence: "Why?"
"It's okay. Overseas dispatch is not as bad as you think." Bard pulled Winters' clothes and asked Winters to sit down: "Sit down and listen to me tell you slowly."
"You know the situation in my family." Bud started talking about his family situation slowly.
"Yeah." Winters nodded, this was a relatively sensitive topic. Winters knew that Bard's parents were tenants of the monastery.
"My parents are both sharecroppers. They are both hard-working and pious good people. I am proud of them." Bud's expression was soft and solemn.
"I know." Winters nodded again. The criterion for evaluating a person should not be the amount of wealth.
"So when everyone else was sending gifts and asking for help, I didn't go. It's not because I didn't want to go, but because I didn't have the money to smoothen the relationship and manage things up and down." Bud stated the facts calmly and cruelly.
There was no resentment in his tone: "It's not my parents' fault that I don't have money; it's not anyone else's fault that I have money to give gifts. This is the reality of the world. Although I am dissatisfied, I can only accept it. So I Going overseas is an inevitable result.”
"But even if you can't stay in the United Provinces, you still have a good chance of going to a franchise country, and the allocation doesn't all depend on money!" Winters still couldn't accept that Bard gave up hope and took the initiative to apply for overseas dispatch.
"I am not better than others to the extent that I can ignore the influence of money, and I am not a spell caster." Bard continued to reveal his scars coldly: "In fact, even among my classmates who spent money to operate, there are many People will still be assigned overseas, let alone me? There must be a group of people going overseas."
"But you can't give up hope! There is always a chance, you can't accept fate!" Winters couldn't deny the cruel facts Bud said, but he believed that he shouldn't give up if there was still a chance.
"I am not accepting my fate, but I am fighting against it. I have been fighting against fate from the moment I walked out of the monastery, and this time I don't want to wait for others to judge my fate." Bud said categorically: "I have not not gone overseas. I accept the freedom. But I at least want the freedom to go overseas."
"After all, overseas dispatch is divided into many destinations." Bud smiled softly and returned to his unhurried speaking speed: "If I hold on to a glimmer of hope, then in the end I will have no choice but to go overseas. place. I took the initiative to apply to go overseas, at least I can still choose."
Illuminated by the moon and the faint firelight in the pipe, Bud's expression was calm and resolute. Winters knew that there must be a reason why Bud took the initiative to apply for overseas assignment, but now he felt that this reason was too cruel.
But Winters had to admit that Bud was right. Bud's decision was the best solution in the worst situation. But there was a feeling of tightness in his chest, and his heart was filled with resentment, frustration and powerlessness.
Winters fell down on the stone table and swallowed back the thousands of words in his heart. Is it meaningful to scold those employees who take bribes for personal gain? Is it useful to scold those students who ask for gifts? Budd had to go overseas in the end, and Winters finally let out a long, feeble sigh.
"Don't feel sorry for me. I can change from a monastery servant to a cadet at the Army Academy. I am already satisfied." Bud described his future life as a foreign officer in a relaxed and happy tone: "It is also a good thing for me to go overseas. I heard that the salary sent overseas is three times that of staying in the country. I can't even afford a military uniform in the country. When I go overseas, I will probably be able to save a small amount of money quickly and help my parents redeem the land. "
"[Vulgar language]!" Winters roared through the night sky, waking up several watchdogs in nearby houses. Bud's optimistic attitude made him even sadder. The salary for overseas dispatch is indeed high, but it comes at the cost of your life.
Bud patted Winters' leg to indicate to Winters that he understood everything, and the two fell into silence again. Apart from the chirping of insects and the barking of dogs, the only sound that could be heard was Bud's smoking.
After a while, footsteps suddenly came from nearby, and a joking voice reached the ears of Winters and Bud.
"Okay, you two, you didn't have to patrol the night guard to hide here and smoke. Were you the ones yelling just now?"
Two other students carrying halberds walked out of the darkness one after another. The one in front muttered as he walked: "Why are you howling so loudly at night? Come on, come on, help me light a fire..." …”
They were two second-year students on night duty at another gate. They patrolled nearby and heard the voice Winters shouted just now. So I came over to see what was going on, and wanted to start a fire by the way.
When the two of them walked up to Winters and Bard and saw the three stripes on the sleeves of Badshah's uniform, they realized that the two people hiding here smoking were their seniors.
The structure of the military academy imitates the structure of the army, and the class system of the army is also the class system of the military academy. Realizing that they had bumped into their senior, the two second-year students apologized: "I'm sorry, monitor. We didn't know it was you who were patrolling."
Winters was in a bad mood and didn't bother to pay them any attention.
But Bud waved to them kindly, and not only did he not lecture them, but he also helped them light their cigarettes. However, Bud's cigarette was almost gone and he was unable to light the cigarette in the two bowls.
Winters sighed and reluctantly took the pipes from the two apprentices from Bud, and used the ignition technique to light the broken tobacco leaves in the bowl. He was already very familiar with doing this kind of thing, but the two juniors probably had never experienced a spellcaster using magic to light their cigarettes in their lives, and their eyes widened.
"Let's go." Winters thrust the two pipes into his junior's hands angrily. The two juniors thanked him profusely and ran away in a hurry.
The two of them were also muttering in their hearts: I wonder what kind of evil possessed these two third-grade monitors, so they couldn't sleep in the duty room and came out to patrol.
After the two juniors left, Bud also stood up from his pipe and straightened his clothes. He felt that he was much less rested, so he said to Winters: "Let's go for a few more laps. Don't let the juniors laugh at us because we only know how to be lazy."
Winters was lying on the stone table, his legs dangling in the air. He was not in the mood to patrol at all now, so he said to Bud: "Let's sit down for a while. Let's go back to the duty room and sleep. It's the last night anyway, so we won't be patrolling anymore."
"Then you rest here first." Bud didn't force Winters. He wanted to take a last look at the school: "It's the last shift. I won't have a chance to go back to school for night duty in the future. I'll go around a few more times. I’ll see you back later.”
After saying that, Bard left with his halberd. Winters said nothing as Bud's footsteps grew farther and farther away. He is now under shock because Bud is about to be sent overseas. He now had the real feeling that he might never be able to meet Bud's friend again in his life after tomorrow.
He lay on his back on the stone table, listening to the insects chirping around him, his mind empty.
After a while, Bud's footsteps came back again. When Winters heard that Bud was back again, he felt that there was no point in lying here. He might as well go around the school with Bud two more times.
So he straightened up and sat up from the stone table, smiled and said to Bud...wait a minute! The person coming is not Bud!
