“But my family is all gone, and I really don’t have much courage to live anymore. That’s what I told him.”
'Then you need to find a purpose, or a belief, that will keep you alive, and strive for it throughout your life.'
That's what he told me.
"At that time, the only goal I could think of was to kill all the Kosovois who persecuted my family. I told Wolfgang about it, and he agreed."
"So we hit it off immediately and started working on it."
"While doing this, I gradually realized that this is a world full of injustice. There is not much difference between humans and wild animals. Both follow the law of the jungle. The only difference is that, compared to wild animals, humans can have faith in their hearts."
"With faith, he has unlimited motivation and can move towards his goal."
At this point, von Paron turned to Bowerman and asked, "Bowerman, do you have any religious beliefs?"
Bowerman was still engrossed in von Palen's story when the sudden question interrupted his train of thought, but after less than two seconds, he replied directly:
"If I really had to choose, it would be you."
"?"
“You are my faith. I agree with and support whatever you say and do.” Bowerman still had that stern expression.
“Heh.” Von Palen chuckled lightly, a rare occurrence. “That’s not bad either; it’s a belief.”
Then, he lowered his head and murmured:
"Everyone needs a belief, but right now, I feel like I've lost my belief."
"What?" Bowerman didn't hear clearly and leaned forward to ask.
Von Palen raised his head, no longer repeating himself, but instead gazing at the battlefield outside the Royal Castle, and said, "Wolfgang's beliefs must have changed."
"I need to find an opportunity to ask him."
Upon hearing this, Bowerman shook his head and said coldly, "Your Majesty, this is already a life-or-death struggle. That bastard Wolfgang has betrayed us. If he appears before me, I will kill him immediately for you!"
He must pay the price for the mistakes he has made...
Just then, Von Palen suddenly interrupted, pointing ahead and saying:
"Can you see it clearly? Isn't that Wolfgang's military flag?"
Bowerman's heart tightened, and he looked in the direction von Palen was pointing. His eyesight was excellent, and after looking into the distance, he immediately said, "Yes! Your Majesty, you are not mistaken!"
"That bastard, he brought his troops here personally?!" Bowerman's expression changed drastically, and a fierce look instantly filled his face.
The national flag on the rooftop fluttered in the wind, and black smoke from the fighting billowed in the air. The smell of gunpowder had even reached Von Palen's side.
But he remained the same, with his hands behind his back, staring straight ahead, his expression calm and undisturbed.
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