"May I have your name?"

"My name is Bud, and I'm from Greythorn County."

In a spacious alley beside the street, the boy had stopped crying and answered quietly with his head lowered.

Loran Hill looked at the boy and did not say anything to comfort him.

"Do you hate that person?"

"I...I don't know. It's true that I did something wrong." His voice was a little low.

"Yes, you did something wrong." The girl did not deny it.

When the boy heard what Loran Hill said, he lowered his head even more and put his hands at his sides, feeling that no position was right.

"What are you going to do if you encounter something like this in the future?"

"I, I will calculate every account carefully and won't make the same mistake again."

"Have you ever heard of a person who never made a mistake?"

"......No."

"Then what will you do next time? Just stand there like an idiot, waiting for a kind-hearted person to rescue you?"

".....I have no idea."

Looking at the boy, Loran Hill suddenly understood Mr. Lu Xun's feelings back then, which was to pity his misfortune and be angry at his lack of resistance.

She is not the kind of saint who wants to save everyone. After all, the path of life is chosen by oneself. If you help too much, sometimes it will accumulate hatred, and the other party will say that this is not what he wants, and you forced it on me.

That’s all. The girl prepared to turn around and leave.

"Thank you!" The boy's voice came from behind, the voice was a little suppressed and a little anxious, as if he was driving while stepping on the brakes and accelerator.

Loran Hill turned around and looked at the boy, whose face was flushed with anxiety, as he wanted to say something but didn't know what to say.

“If you feel too sad to bear it one day, just imagine yourself as a stone without any emotions. It will make you feel better.”

Loran Hill walked out of the alley in his gray boots, his black robe slowly fluttering up and down in the sea breeze, leaving only the boy's back.

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In the northern part of the West Wind Kingdom, layers of clouds rolled across the sky, and only some weeds grew sporadically on the dry Gobi Desert. When the trade winds from the south passed through the mountains and wilderness and reached here, they had already been filtered out of the moist scent of the sea water, and had become dry and mixed with the smell of dust.

The sun was high in the sky, and the scorching sunlight baked the earth. Soldiers were lined up in neat formations and marched in unison in front of the battlefield, then stopped. The high-hanging blue star-shaped wheat flag was blown by the wind, and the sound of the flag rolling could be heard from time to time.

There were two camps in the vast wilderness, with a total of about 200,000 people. The lines of both sides stretched from one end of the Gobi Desert to the other end of the horizon. The densely packed heads of people were like ants on the ground, covering the entire wilderness in a black mass, filling the entire field of vision with no end in sight.

On one side was the coalition of nobles from the Kingdom of West Wind, led by the northern Duke of Rock Wall, Wabuk, and assembled the armies of 37 families, large and small, in the north. Flags of various colors fluttered in the formation, and these soldiers were dressed differently, some wearing chain mail, some wearing simple leather armor, and a small number wearing full steel armor.

They were divided into areas roughly by family, with each family responsible for a part of the line. Generally speaking, the army in the center and on the edges of the wings was stronger, while the rest was slightly weaker.

Behind the West Wind Alliance stood the personal army of the Grand Duke of Rockwall. Their armor, clad in copper-colored metal armor, shone with a golden gleam in the sunlight. These were none other than the renowned "Orichalcum Army" of the north. Their armor, though heavy, was forged from a blend of steel and orichalcum. While heavy, it was also incredibly tough and offered exceptional defensive capabilities. Their spears and round shields were also infused with a small amount of orichalcum, achieving a strength of Transcendent Silver.

There is a rare mountain copper vein in the fiefdom of the Grand Duke of Rockwall, which is extremely excellent for making armor. Even ordinary craftsmen can easily make silver-grade ones. Unfortunately, the output of mountain copper is not large. The Duke of Rockwall has accumulated it for more than ten years before he assembled this elite legion of more than a thousand people.

The soldiers of the [Orichalcum Legion] are all above Sequence 2, which is also what Grand Duke Rockwall is most proud of. By levying heavy taxes in the north, he has accumulated a lot of wealth and is able to support such a powerful army.

On the other side of the battlefield, the flags were more uniform, all featuring patterns of stars and wheat ears. The armor they wore was also made of steel, though the many mismatched and burred edges indicated that most of the armor had been rushed through the factory recently. The warriors had dark complexions, their hands often calloused from constant labor, and the clothing underneath their armor was worn and bleached, washed to a pale white.

The soldiers in the front held spears and shields, forming extremely neat square formations, with only a small number of archers at the back, unlike the noble coalition forces which had many crossbows.

This generation's Grand Duke of Rock Wall rode on a tall horse, looking at the rebels opposite, a smile on his gray beard.

"I didn't expect that the rebel leader on the opposite side is actually an academic." He showed an amused and sarcastic expression on his face.

"Williever, if you lead troops in the future, don't imitate the other side."

"Why, Father, I see they are so neatly arrayed, their fighting power must be very strong."

"Bullshit." The old duke cursed with a look of disdain.

"I just look down on those who have become stupid from studying too much."

"When I was young and fighting the barbarians, the commander sent by the royal family was a graduate of the academy from Emenas."

"They start right off by talking about battle plans, logistics, task allocation, and even platoon training. That's just plain stupid."

"What does he think he is? Those soldiers are just here to make a living. You talk to them about glory, but all they care about is how to make money and whore up."

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