Bud Wendell didn't know where he was taken, but it was not because he was blindfolded or moved in a coma. In fact, the soldiers and officials in charge of escorting him were not forbidden from looking around throughout the journey. He couldn't figure out his direction and destination, simply because everything he saw on the road exceeded his cognition and imagination.

A city of such a prosperous and well-organized style, a city of such a special and vibrant style, he once thought that the Stone City, near the Holy Spirit Plain, was already a shocking big city, but now he realized why the warden kept saying that Stone City was just a rapidly developing border market, and the real prosperity of the southern border was still further south.

Cecil City, the capital of miracles at the foot of the Dark Mountains, no wonder the arcane who lived with him suggested that he must come here to see after he had the chance.

It is hard for Bard to imagine how the pioneering territories, which were just barren four years ago, developed into this. Perhaps judging from the historical heritage and complex classical buildings (such buildings often take longer to build, and the older the city, the more such buildings there will be), the city still looks too young, but its prosperity and vitality are only seen in the life of this former General Tifeng.

He recalled that when he hurriedly evacuated due to a failed mission, this was not the case here at that time.

The mechanical vehicles driven by magic drive smoothly across the wide and tidy road. From time to time, you can see crystals floating in the air to supply energy to urban facilities on both sides of the road from time to time, as well as holographic projections flashing at intersections, squares, etc. The contents of the holographic projections change at all times. News and scenery from distant areas are instantly close to each other. The energetic pedestrians greet each other on the road, without any sluggishness because the weather is constantly getting colder.

The fully armed escort soldiers sat next to him, but just monitoring Bud's actions did not stop this special "Extraordinary Criminal" from looking all the way. It was not until he was approaching the city center that he heard the prisoner he was escorting suddenly spoke and broke his silence: "...I heard that during the War of the Holy Spirit Plain, this city made the steel that had been consumed in one year of the kingdom into a weapon and sent it to the front line..."

The soldier glanced at Bud. Although he didn't know why the prisoner suddenly mentioned this, he nodded with pride: "That's right, but this is only part of the newspaper. In fact, the battlefield of the Holy Spirit Plain lasted for more than a month, and the factory converted not only steel."

“…Yes, it turns out there is still such a way…”

The prisoner let out a vague sigh, the content was inexplicable, and then he fell into silence again, and continued to stare at the view outside the window in a daze, without saying anything again.

The soldier shook his head. This was indeed an inexplicable guy.

The vehicle drove across the avenue, passed through the Trail Blazers Square, and was finally led to a large building under the guidance of another team of soldiers.

Bud got out of the car silently and obediently.

After being suddenly brought up for prison and riding on a strange magic vehicle with armored armored by soldiers, he vaguely realized who wanted to see him, and he had no idea of ​​resisting the arrangement of this fate.

The soldiers were rigorous and responsible. Although Bad showed the highest cooperation throughout the whole process, these soldiers still meticulously carried out the handover and escort process, introducing Bad into the building. As the former General Tifeng and a member of the cult, Bad also secretly calculated the entire process in his heart. The conclusion was that even if he had the will to escape, he would not be able to run a hundred meters alive.

Every soldier here has a magical reaction. The magic props that once blew themselves seriously injured were their most basic equipment. Not to mention that there may be countless magical mechanisms and monitoring devices hidden here. Just like when he burned a newspaper in a bar, he attracted a whole team of security personnel. In this seemingly important facility, similar monitoring devices will only be more.

These soldiers are obviously just ordinary people.

Bud lowered his head and walked forward under the guidance of the soldiers.

But more than 90% of the people in this world... are ordinary people.

The soldier stopped in front of a door, nodded to the guard's attendant, and then pushed forward with Bud's shoulder: "After entering, I wish you good luck with respect."

In the room, Gao Wen saw a long-lost face appearing in front of him. Although he only met a few years ago, in the enhanced memory, the face's former appearance was still very clear.

Compared with a few years ago, this face is obviously much decadent, with neglected care of beard and hair, and his eyes no longer have the pride and confidence he used to be. Whether it is the sinister aura of a cult or the sharp edge of a wolf general in the past, it seems to have disappeared.

But when Bud walked to the center of the room and met Gao Wen's gaze, his decadent eyes changed a little.

His eyes regained some of his spirit, and then he tried hard to stand up straight, tidied up his off-white prison uniform, and bowed slightly: "Salute to you, His Majesty Gowen Cecil."

His attitude was like a captured general facing the monarch of another country.

This is really a bit ironic. He thought that many years ago, he gave up his glory so resolutely and chose to devote himself to a grand but dark cause. But many years later, when he was at the extreme, he actually stood up.

"We meet again, Mr. Bud Wendell," Gao Wendell looked at the other party calmly, neither immediately criticizing nor any sarcasm, "The priest who will die and the wolf general who defected in the Tifeng Empire... I really didn't expect that you were just under my nose these days."

General Wolf...When hearing this title that he had abandoned, there was only a calmness in Bud's eyes. He glanced at Gao Wen: "It seems that you have investigated me a lot."

"It's just that I happen to have some channels," Gao Wen smiled. "When I just heard that there was a strange prisoner who was staying in the prison in Panshi City and could not drive him away, I really didn't expect that it would be you... Until I saw your name appear in the report, I had to sigh at the wonder of fate."

"I didn't expect to see you again in this situation," Bud frowned slightly, "So now that you have discovered... it seems that my comfortable life is over."

"You have committed numerous crimes as the priest of the demise of all things, but to be honest, I am not here to judge you today," Govin looked at Bard Wendell's eyes. "Cecil advocates the rule of law and justice. When you last appeared on this land, Cecil had not ruled the southern border. I cannot use today's laws to judge the crimes of the previous dynasty, but there are others who are qualified to make a judgment on what you did at Leslie."

Bud was stunned for a moment, and just as he was stunned, another door on the side of the room was opened.

A tall, thin, slightly pale face, middle-aged man wearing a dark blue coat walked out of the door with a decorative cane.

Viscount Andrew Leslie, former Leslie lord, and today's consul of Tanzania.

Bard stared at the man who was walking towards him. Compared with the ones in his memory, Viscount Andrew today not only did not appear weak due to his age, but instead looked a little more energetic, with a pale face missing a little bit of pathology, and it looked more like a normal skin color. It seemed that the new life had greatly improved the health of the "noble lord".

Andrew Leslie hasn't taken any harmful potions for nearly two years.

Building and managing a thriving new city, watching the territory turn upside down under its own governance, happier than he had ever imagined.

"Vissue Andrew," after a few seconds of looking at each other, Bard finally spoke and broke his silence, "You look good."

Andrew seemed to have a ball of flames jumping in his deep eye sockets. He stared at the person in front of him, slowly lifted his cane and pressed it against Bud's chest: "Do you remember what you did in Tanzan?"

"The memory is still fresh."

"My daughter is still difficult to communicate with people normally until today. One third of the people who survived your evil rituals cannot return to normal life yet," Andrew slowly used his hand, as if he was trying to stab the cane into Bud's body as a sharp sword. "Not mention those who failed to survive... do you have anything else to say?"

Bard stood in place without dodging: "It is possible to hang or behead the capital, or to be sentenced to stolen according to the treatment that the cultists deserve. My only requirement is not to disclose my name after this. If this requirement is excessive, please fill my skull with lead, if there is a skull residue after the stoke."

In the customs of the northern and eastern ethnic groups in Tifeng, the infusion of lead into the skull has a special meaning, which means that all the sins of the dead during their lifetime are left on the dead themselves, that is, no redemption or forgiveness can be obtained, nor will the sin and stigma be passed on to any relatives and friends and their own family.

There is a similar statement in Ansu (Cecil), except that the practice of the Northern Kingdom is to penetrate a nail on the skull of the deceased. However, no matter which one is, the prerequisite is that the deceased must have a personal request before his death to work. This is the embodiment of the human race's idea of ​​"soul inheritance" in the field of life and death.

Viscount Andrew stared into Bud's eyes: "I thought you would justify and emphasize your holding back at that time, or emphasize that you were also bewitched by cult ideas."

"If a person can be relieved of his crime by just a few excuses or one or two seemingly understandable reasons, then all the gallows in the world can be removed," said Bard very calmly. "You can sentence me to death or choose to forgive. This is your power, but I... have nothing to say."

The room was quiet for a while. Viscount Andrew stared at Bud for a long time before suddenly pulling the corner of his mouth and slowly putting down his cane: "I really didn't expect that you are human now. What's this? Have you seen through life?"

"Humanity...I have always had it," Bud slowly closed his eyes, "but... I once thought that great cause was worth throwing away humanity and bottom line..."

"Any career that needs to abandon human nature and bottom line is not worthy of being called 'great'. It is just a collective carnival created by a group of madmen in the hallucinations of self-satisfaction and self-movement," Viscount Andrew interrupted Bard, using the sentence Gowen wrote when he commented on the cultists in a recent newspaper issue. He paused and said slowly in Bud's sight of being stunned and surprised, "But no more important now, your farce ended with your self-destruction, and you...I won't kill you."

"Don't you kill me?" Bud looked at Viscount Andrew in shock, "Why?"

"Don't get me wrong. As you said, people are not so easy to be washed after a crime. If I don't kill you, it doesn't mean I have forgiven you, just because you can have a greater effect than death."

While speaking, Viscount Andrew turned his head and looked at Gao Wen, who was sitting not far away and still watching all this calmly: "Your Majesty, let him go. If he can come back alive, it may mean that he shouldn't die yet."

Gao Wen frowned: "Are you sure? We are not without exploration plans now, you don't have to be affected by this matter..."

"He is the priest of the end of all things, a person who should be judged, and there is such a suitable candidate. Why should brave soldiers form a suicide squad?" Viscount Andrew's expression was firm and serious. "In this situation, it is not easy to find a second priest of all things to die in a short time."

"If this is your will," after a brief pondering, Gao Wen nodded, "I agree."

Although he was confused about what happened, Bud still understood that the other party was arrange for him to do something, which might be life-threatening, but it could be used to exchange his own life.

Although he was ready for the death penalty, if he could not die, he would naturally not refuse.

"What do you want me to do?"
Chapter completed!