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Chapter 1020: confused.
Relying on a stable climate and fertile soil, the prosperity of the Khatak Empire is fairly good, but compared to the "security" of most imperial capitals on the plane of Faerun, this rare one prohibits the existence and spread of all religions. The imperial state is really not so good.
Of course, guards have guards, and nominal law enforcers do exist. However, in a peaceful and decadent environment, it is more appropriate for these so-called "Hatak soldiers" to be called soldiers. They do the best every day. Qin’s job is to find good bully businessmen or poor people everywhere to collect “protection money”. As for any girl who has been violated in the alley? Even if the gang of "Master Soldiers" saw it, they would only ask to join with a smirk.
So even if she was surrounded by a group of red-eyed half-crazy gangsters, the girl who was whispering didn't dare to call for help. She was a poor girl who attracted the attention of the guards, which would often only lead to more terrible results.
You know, if the soldiers didn't "play enough", they would even find a reason to put innocent girls in jail.
But if you don’t call for help and show obedience honestly, can the disaster pass quickly?
The little girl with broken clothes felt that it would not be so easy, because in the dim eyes of tears, she had already seen a leading muddler pulled out a bottle of turbid potion and was about to pour it into her mouth...
"No...no, don't give me this drink, who will help me, who will...who will help me..."
"Call for help" with the lowest possible sobbing voice, the girl's so-called call for help actually means more of just begging, and as the clothes on her body become less and less, the sad "begging" has also begun to be filled with despair. full.
"It's really strange, how could a girl who sells flowers step into such an alley? Maybe the children from poor families are not so defenseless"?
Listening to the clearer crying sound in his ear, Ganatika, who still shrank in the corner without moving a moment, suddenly realized that he had some heartache doubts in his heart. It was precisely because of this painful feeling that he was very surprised. Hard to continue to be immersed in sorrow and muddled.
It must be admitted that at this time, Ganatika even felt that the girl’s cry for help and scornful laughter were more noisy than the roar of the secondary lord on the "blood battle" battlefield, and that kind of childish cry was more than the abyss-like spell It can also shake one's own soul.
It stands to reason that, as a legendary fighter, the "young avenger" wants to ignore the voices of ordinary people. It is a very simple thing, but now he has found that......I can't ignore this simple thing anyway. A little bit noisy............
"What's the matter with me? The naivety I used to want to be the savior has long been thrown away, right? Now I am a wanderer from the evil camp. I can't save anyone, and I don't want to. Who to save, for an evil person, it is a matter of course to ignore everything and even act as an accomplice, isn’t it?"
Ganatika repeatedly tried to persuade himself to disregard the little girl's crying, muttering to himself repeatedly in his heart, and with his fingers trembling slightly, he chewed the sour candy in his mouth vigorously, and then closed his eyes as best as he could.
It is a very weird thing for a pretty flower girl to "snap into" a dark alley. It is of course even more unusual for an "evil" warrior to use "persuasion" to force himself to remain indifferent.
However, just as he didn’t care that the cloak was replaced by a pawn for candy, Ganatica didn’t want to think about these weirdness.
After all, the young man himself said that he is an evil homeless person, so he should applaud the evil in front of him. The so-called salvation and help... There is no reason at all, isn't it?
"..."
"Tsk, boss, this little girl really doesn't know good or bad, she's wasted all the good "good wine", or let's just go ahead and forget it."
Seeing the "plaything" desperately closing his mouth and struggling to knock over the dirty bottle, the hideous bastard with his pupils constricted quickly became impatient, he punched the girl's abdomen severely, and then watched. The girl with wide-eyed pain and retching made a vicious suggestion.
After hearing the advice of his subordinates, the gangster known as the "boss" also spit in disappointment. Then, the moody young man took out a knife and cruelly faced the girl. Said his thoughts:
"This little girl is too small... But it doesn't matter, we can help her enlarge it with a knife, wait a while, brothers will have a share..."
Suddenly, the light of the blade was as bloody and cold as her fangs, and the girl with tears and her lips was ready to meet the pain and tragic destiny. At this moment, the cruel and ferocious birth in the alley seemed like a feast of hell and devil, obscure. The distorted shadows set off against the dirty low wall, resembling a flurry of demons dancing.
But... just before the blade pierced the white and tender skin, a simple knife hit by a speeding stone without slanting.
"Ding"!
The crisp tremor sounded through the empty alley, whether it was the smirk of the gangster or the sobbing of the girl, abruptly stagnated in the sound of the blade breaking...
"How many years have passed, I still can't just watch such things happen without being indifferent. As a good person, what I do is comparable to mentally retarded, but as an evil person, my words and deeds are even worse than mentally retarded... ………If you want to save, you should shoot as soon as possible, right? If you don’t want to save, you should watch the whole process honestly, right? What kind of shooting halfway is, self-deception? Self-satisfaction? Perhaps it is because of such conflicting choices and indecision that I am It deserves to be what it is today".
Gently squirming her lips and muttering to herself, Ganatika swayed like a real drunk tramp and walked towards the gangsters and the little girl who were stunned.
At this moment, after all, he chose to help the young Avengers and did not have the slightest heroic appearance of "heroes to save the beauty", and he did not have the appearance of a mighty and serious justice envoy, although it was just a simple stone bullet pointing out, embarrassed. In the blink of an eye, the warrior rescued a young girl who was on the verge of dying. Although she simply stood up, the "tramps" who had just revealed their powerful power stunned the domineering gangsters.
But it is very sad that neither the horrified eyes of the gangsters nor the grateful eyes of the girls will make Ganatica who thinks chaotically happy, because he is entangled in the dim calling of his heart, the young avenger only I feel that I am going to be driven crazy by endless contradictions and confusion.
End of this Chapter
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