I even have very vivid memories of some of the castles, fortresses and towns where brutal wars broke out. After all, I almost lost my life several times.
As a warrior who has been going to the battlefield to earn commissions since he was nine years old, and has been fighting, fighting, and fighting all his life, trying his best to fight against his extremely tragic fate, he actually has been longing for love and acceptance all his life.
But the cruel reality has torn apart this humblest wish time and time again.
This is also why Guts pays so much attention to his companions after joining the Eagle Group.
Because in his mind, that was the only place where he felt a sense of belonging.
Griffith, in particular, was strictly speaking the first friend who revived his dead heart, and Casca was the only woman who made him feel a sense of responsibility and wanted to spend his life with her.
But these two people who were extremely important to him, had an explosive scene where one of them raped the other in front of him after becoming a demon.
Therefore, the overwhelming hatred does not only come from the humiliation, pain, and torture suffered, but more from the betrayal of the strong feelings given.
Griffith not only betrayed Guts, but also betrayed the trust, admiration and following of all members of the Hawk.
Most importantly, this is not the first betrayal Guts has experienced in his life.
To be precise, when he was young, he was betrayed by his adoptive father Gambino and was sold to another strong bald mercenary for just a few silver coins, where he was raped for a whole night.
Afterwards, he even pretended to be ignorant and fooled people.
If it weren't for the fact that Gambino became increasingly unbalanced after breaking his leg, and finally wanted to kill his adopted son out of jealousy to vent his anger, Guts would probably never have known the truth.
At that time, he also gave his adoptive father great trust and even handed over all the money he earned, just to win the other party's recognition and no longer be a useless person who eats for free.
But what is the result?
When he subconsciously killed the other person in self-defense, he unexpectedly learned from Gambino that his adoptive father had always resented him and thought he was a devil's son who brought misfortune.
Therefore, his adoptive father never really had the intention of accepting him as a member of the family. Instead, he used all kinds of despicable means to exploit and humiliate him.
The day Gus killed Gambino was the last time in his life that he cried helplessly like a child.
Perhaps this moment is the key turning point in his transformation from a child to an adult.
Because he finally realized that, apart from the adoptive mother who dug him out of a pile of dead bodies when he was just born with the umbilical cord still attached, no one in this world had ever truly loved him.
But a few years after adopting her, her adoptive mother contracted the Black Death and died in pain.
Sometimes Guts even hated himself, feeling that he would bring despair and death wherever he went.
Otherwise, why did his biological mother die right after giving birth to him? Why did his adoptive mother get infected with the Black Death not long after adopting him? Even his adoptive father, Gambino, might not have ended up like that if he hadn't been there.
Later, the annihilation of the Eagle Group and Casca's dazed look after being raped reminded Guts all the time that he was a disaster that would bring misfortune to those closest to him.
So after recovering from his injuries, he embarked on a journey of revenge. He no longer wanted to have anything to do with anyone. He just wanted to fight this damn fate in his own way like a lone wolf, until one day he couldn't hold on any longer and fell down.
In other words, Gus is on a path of self-destruction.
As long-term loneliness, anger, hatred and other negative emotions continue to accumulate, the brutal beast that has been nurtured in his heart is becoming more and more powerful.
When Guts's current personality was devoured by the beast, that was the moment he fell completely into the net of the law of cause and effect of the God of the Abyss.
That's why the Skeleton Knight helped him again and again, and even took the initiative to arrange for him to meet the old witch and the little witch so that he could obtain the Berserker Armor that he had used before.
Because as a person who has experienced it, the Skeleton Knight knows very well that the greatest weapon to fight against fate and the law of causality is not anything else but "human nature".
So Guts must maintain his humanity and never give it up for revenge.
Otherwise, they will become no different from the apostles and the Hand of God, and eventually become part of the evil intentions of all mankind.
Of course, Gus doesn't realize this yet.
He simply wanted to meet Zuo Si and find out how the other party knew about the feud between him and Griffith, as well as information about the Hand of God and even the God of the Abyss behind them.
After all, he and Casca were the only ones to survive that horrific sacrifice.
Casca had become dull and stupid due to the extreme mental stimulation and was unable to leak any information to the outside world.
So Gus had no idea how a foreign prince from the West knew all this.
You know, even the nearest Kingdom of Midland knows very little about this matter.
With countless questions and curiosity, Gus headed west along the road, soon passing through one town after another, and constantly inquiring about news from the western countries in taverns along the way.
You won't know the result until you ask, and you'll be shocked when you do.
Many of the countries and lords he had served as a mercenary were completely destroyed by the attacks from all sides by Zuo Si's army.
Thousands of families with names and surnames were uprooted, some of which could be traced back hundreds of years, older than the countries they existed in.
But now, faced with the rolling tide of history, all their acts of resistance ultimately became futile and beyond their capabilities.
"I'm telling you, don't listen to that drunkard's nonsense.
They all secretly accepted money from the noble lords, so they deliberately spread the news about how evil, cruel and bloodthirsty the enemies were.
They wanted to cause panic among the people, and then arm them all and send them to their deaths when necessary.
But as far as I know, there has never been any record of the kingdom's army looting towns or villages, nor has there been any rumor of massacring civilians.
The only people they usually cleared out were nobles and wealthy businessmen who had blood ties and interest relations with the nobles.
Not only will ordinary people not be harassed, but they can also get a piece of land of their own after the war.
Of course, in return, the families that received the land had to send a young and middle-aged laborer to join the army.
Moreover, after training to become a qualified soldier, as long as they can make contributions on the battlefield, they can receive rewards and promotions.
It is said that many generals who are currently leading their own troops in battle were promoted from the bottom step by step. "
A bald man dressed as a peddler sat opposite Gus and lowered his voice to dump out all the information he knew.
Of course, the reason why he was so enthusiastic was not because he was talkative or had a strong desire to express himself, but because he had a few coins shining with silver luster in his hands.
"So you think this unprecedented war and conquest is a good thing for most people?"
Gus took a sip of the wine in his glass and asked back in an uncertain tone.
Unlike Griffith, who is good at forbearance and highly sensitive to politics, he has always been a pure warrior and a rough man in the eyes of outsiders. He has almost no knowledge of social, economic, and political things.
The bald man smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Don't ask me, I'm just a small vendor, how could I know these things.
But from the results, the living standards of the people in all the areas conquered and ruled by His Majesty King Roald I have been significantly improved.
Whether it's farming, herding, mining, working in factories and workshops, or joining the army as a soldier, at least you can fill your stomach without worrying about starving or freezing.
Moreover, nobility was no longer hereditary based on bloodline, but was granted based on a person's contributions.
This is much better than when everything was monopolized by the nobles.
The most important thing is that small merchants like us who earn a hard-earned money no longer have to be taxed every time we pass through a territory.
So from a businessman's perspective, I am definitely a supporter of His Majesty King Roald I.
Oh, by the way, I almost forgot to remind you.
Don't be tempted by the high bounties offered by local noble lords to work for them.
Because the kingdom's legions are equipped with gunpowder weapons on a large scale, so far no city walls or gates have been able to withstand the bombardment of large-caliber artillery.
Half a month ago, a group of reckless mercenaries went to the battlefield to earn this money. In the end, only three out of the two hundred people came back alive.
One of them lost a leg and had to use crutches for the rest of his life.”
"Large-caliber artillery? Are there a lot of them?"
Gus was clearly interested in the topic.
Because in the wars he participated in, although he had encountered castle fortresses equipped with artillery, for example, his adoptive father Gambino's leg was blown off by an artillery, but overall the number was very small. It was considered quite good if a castle had one or two cannons. In the end, the outcome still had to be decided by the fight of cold weapons.
But according to the other party's description, the number and power of this weapon have obviously been greatly improved in the army under Zuo Si.
He could almost imagine how desperate the mercenaries would be when they faced the bombardment of several or even dozens of cannons with their flesh and blood.
That's something that no armor or shield can block.
Just as the bald man opened his mouth to say something, a loud rumbling sound and slight vibration instantly caused all the patrons in the tavern and even the residents in the town to panic.
"Damn it! What happened?"
"I don't know! It seems to be the sound from the city gate!"
"It's... it's the cannons! King Roald I's army is coming!"
"What? This is impossible! Didn't you say a few days ago that the battlefield was far away from us?"
"Idiot! Will those despicable nobles tell you the truth? Use your brains and think about how many days our lord has not shown up?"
"Oh my God! You mean he got the bad news from the front and ran away with his family?"
"Is there any need to ask? Are you waiting to be hunted down and killed if you don't run?"
…
Amid the sounds of quarrels and curses, the whole town trembled under the heavy bombardment.
Many people who rushed into the streets witnessed the collapse of the sturdy city gates and walls with their own eyes, and great fear surged in their hearts.
But before they could react, soldiers in their iconic red and blue uniforms began to rush in through the collapsed gap in neat rows.
Some soldiers, mercenaries and officers loyal to the noble lords wanted to fight to the death, but they were all killed by a volley of muskets in the hands of the line infantry.
The collapsed city walls, the bright flames, the deafening noise, and the corpses lying on the ground with blood oozing out of their armor formed a shocking picture.
After completing a round of shooting, the soldiers began to squat down and clean the residue in the barrel according to the procedure, then re-introduced the gunpowder and stuffed the bullets in to complete the loading.
The soldiers following behind passed them and continued to advance.
Anyone who has ill intentions or wants to resist will be shot dead without hesitation.
Soon, the army occupied and controlled the streets and several important commanding heights in the city.
The leading officer then ordered the conscription of some local people to clear a path through the ruins of the collapsed city gates and walls.
Not long after, Gus saw several pack horses pulling a number of sturdy, large-caliber bronze artillery carts slowly entering the city from outside, and then being deployed around the lord's mansion castle.
The young officer, who looked to be only twenty-four or twenty-five years old, didn't even bother to say a word of persuasion to surrender, and directly gave his men the order to attack.
"Fire!"
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! At this moment, everyone including Guts finally felt the terrifying power of the artillery up close.
Unlike the primitive cannons previously placed in castles or fortresses, although these bronze cannons were still muzzle-loading smoothbore cannons, the propellant they used was no longer the outdated black powder, but nitrocellulose, which was the most suitable propellant.
After all, for Zuo Si, there is no secret at all in the technology tree for the development of thermal weapons.
He only needed to tell the craftsmen what to do and the process of making the raw materials, and he could easily create a bunch of things that looked both advanced and backward and full of incongruity.
Of course, it is not ruled out that this was to some extent influenced by the "power of thinking" of the green-skinned orcs.
Otherwise, according to the normal historical development trajectory, such an outrageous combination of bronze cannon and nitrocellulose would never have appeared.
Before the invention of a stable and safe passivating agent, nitrocellulose was an absolutely dangerous item. It was the kind of weapon that would spontaneously combust and explode if left in a warehouse at an ambient temperature close to 40 degrees Celsius.
But for Zuo Si, solving these difficult problems that originally required a lot of experiments was just a matter of a word.
If the overall industrial level had not been improving too slowly and production capacity had not been unable to keep up, he would have even been able to produce thermal weapons close to the level of those used in the First World War.
You know, increasing steel production is not something that can be done in a short period of time.
The biggest problem encountered is the severe labor shortage.
Yes, you read that right, there is a labor shortage.
Because when a large number of serfs and tenants obtain land, they will not go bankrupt in large numbers and be forced to enter the city to become workers like the peasants in modern European history.
Especially in the extremely dangerous mining industry, the demand for labor has reached a point where supply cannot meet demand.
Some unscrupulous mine owners would even secretly give money to traders to ask them to buy defeated prisoners or refugees from other countries at low prices and bring them back to work as miners for them.
Although Zuo Si had ordered the abolition of the legality of slavery, mine owners would use contracts lasting twenty to thirty years to turn them into legal slave labor.
As for salary, it is only one-fifth of that of local miners or even lower.
Perhaps the only advantage is that food and accommodation are provided, although the food is a little worse and the accommodation is a little awful too.
If you are lucky enough to survive in the tunnel for twenty or thirty years, you can save up a pension to live out your old age.
However, the probability of this happening is not high.
After all, even if we ignore the mining accidents that may be caused by structural collapse at any time, just breathing in dust for more than ten or twenty years in the mine is extremely fatal damage to the lungs, and fibrosis is almost inevitable.
Therefore, most miners would not even live to be twenty years old and would end their short lives in severe coughing and suffocation.
They are like firewood that illuminates this dark world, burning themselves to create a better living environment for future generations.
Zuo Si turned a blind eye to this situation.
Because without relying on a lot of external forces, he didn't have any better solution.
This is the pain that mankind must inevitably go through when moving from an agricultural society to an industrial society, and no one is exempt.
If he relied heavily on power from outside this world to speed up the process of industrialization, he would certainly not be able to narrow the distance between himself and the God of the Abyss.
Or perhaps promoting such drastic social change itself was a way for him to communicate with the God of the Abyss.
Moreover, due to the rapid advancement of technology, the equipment of the various legions under Zuo Si was updated at an astonishingly fast speed, and it was common to use nitrocellulose cannons and black powder muskets at the same time.
Cannons that use nitrocellulose as propellant are designed to quickly take down strong strongholds such as castles and fortresses.
Most of the time, black powder muskets were enough to deal with aristocratic armies that were still stuck in the era of cold weapons.
Just like that, amid the roar of artillery, the castle that symbolized power and status quickly fell.
As everyone had expected, the noble lord had already fled with his family, leaving behind only a few abandoned soldiers and servants.
Although these guys did not put up too much resistance and some even tried to surrender, they were all slaughtered mercilessly.
In less than half an hour, there was not even a living dog left in the entire castle from top to bottom.
In stark contrast, the army did not carry out any form of looting or plundering in the entire town, but simply arrested a few merchants and officials who had close ties with the noble lords according to a list.
After the dust settled, order was quickly restored on the streets.
Although everyone was still a little afraid of this army, they finally felt relieved after discovering that they would pay for things and even bargain.
After all, it doesn't matter who rules. As long as the safety of the town is ensured and the taxation is not too outrageous, life will go on as usual.
Due to the lack of awakened national consciousness, the lower-class civilians in this world have no so-called "family and country feelings" at all, and will not fight for the interests of the noble lords.
About a few hours later, some of the more prestigious local merchants, craftsmen and citizens were organized to form a temporary parliament.
At the same time, notices were posted in conspicuous places, announcing that the land originally belonging to the nobles would be distributed in the coming period of time.
Anyone who wants to farm but does not have their own land can sign up.
Beyond that are some detailed instructions on new laws, regulations, and taxes.
Maybe many of the words sound difficult to understand, but overall the burden is definitely lighter than before.
As for the noble lord who had fled to an unknown place, he became a rat that everyone wanted to kill in a very short time.
Because those who received the land knew very well that if the noble lord came back, he would not only take away the land in their hands, but also settle accounts with all those who had obtained the land.
Therefore, from the moment they joined the ranks of land distribution, their use was closely tied to Zuo Si.
Then, some families that had obtained land were selected by lottery to recruit soldiers, and then they were reorganized and trained.
Guts, hiding in the dark, silently watched all of this, and at the same time, in his heart, he gave this army a very high score, even much higher than the Eagle Group led by Griffith.
Because even in the golden age of the Eagle Band, all Griffith could do was to fight for his own interests under the system of the king and the nobles.
But this army was able to crush the rule of the nobles with ease and then attract a large number of civilians to its side.
The most important thing is that the strict discipline shown by the enemy in combat and their moral level which is many levels higher than that of mercenaries are completely different from the traditional armies he knows.
The most obvious point is that there is no confusion in the eyes of those soldiers, and they will not vent the negative emotions accumulated on the battlefield by drinking, finding women and other pleasure-seeking methods.
Just a few hours ago, Gus witnessed with his own eyes that a soldier who had made sufficient contributions in previous battles was promoted to an officer in public.
Obviously, what supported these soldiers to fight was not money, but something else he could not understand.
Maybe it's some kind of firm belief...
It may also be an unattainable dream...
"Damn it! This reminds me of my time in the Eagle Group."
Guts touched the painful mark on his body that symbolized "sacrifice" and couldn't help but curse.
Just as he was about to get up and leave to continue westward to see other towns under Zuo Si's rule, a shrill scream suddenly came from outside, followed by a huge monster rising from the ground in an instant.
It looked a bit like a giant carnivorous plant, with the inside of the flower covered with densely packed sharp fangs and surrounded by countless constantly wriggling vines.
In just a few seconds, several civilians were caught and swallowed by it.
An Apostle?!
Guts' eyes suddenly flashed with terrifying murderous intent, and at the same time he was very confused that he did not sense the other party's presence.
Because the brand on his body is, to some extent, like an early warning device.
When monsters, apostles and the Hand of God from the underworld are nearby, you will start to bleed and feel pain uncontrollably.
The more powerful the opponent is, the more intense the pain will be.
At the level of the Hand of God, just getting close to it would cause it to feel so much pain that it would lose its will.
It is precisely because of this that Guts can continue to find the apostles and hunt them down.
But the situation outside is just the opposite.
He had been in town for some time, but had never felt the other party's presence.
However, as a person who is not good at thinking, Guts did not hesitate for too long. Instead, he rushed out and pulled out the Dragon Slaying Sword on his back, and without saying a word, he chopped it down with all his might.
An old man who had just been entangled by vines suddenly escaped, said thank you, and quickly ran away.
"Get out of the way! You're in the way!"
There was an obvious hint of nervousness and anxiety in the voice of the Piranha Plant Apostle.
"What are you afraid of?"
Guts noticed this keenly, and an expression of great surprise appeared on his face.
Because most of the apostles sacrificed their own humanity, they became arrogant, conceited, bloodthirsty, cruel, and often had a habit of cannibalism.
He had never seen an apostle who showed fear from the beginning.
But unfortunately, the Piranha Apostle obviously did not want to answer any questions, but frantically urged the vines extending from itself to bind the enemy who was standing in front of it without knowing the danger, and then swallowed it up.
But he obviously didn't know that the black-clad swordsman in front of him had already killed more than one powerful apostle, and had long surpassed the limits of human beings both physically and mentally.
Before the vines got close, Guts swung the Dragon Slayer Sword without hesitation and cut off all the surrounding vines.
Not only that!
He also raised his metal prosthetic limb and shot multiple crossbow arrows strong enough to pierce armor at the giant head of the Piranha Plant.
The severe pain immediately made the apostle scream.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Damn ants! How dare you?"
"I'm sorry, but you're not the first apostle I've killed, and you definitely won't be the last."
Guts took advantage of the situation and leaped onto the roof, then jumped high and chopped down hard at the opponent's petal-like head.
But the next second...
He saw the huge petals suddenly open their mouths and spew out a cloud of red smoke.
Out of caution, Gus immediately chose to hold his breath.
But the moment he came into contact with the red smoke, a large number of extremely itchy small red spots instantly grew on his exposed skin.
The maddening feeling made it impossible for him to hold the sword tightly in his hand, and he scratched it subconsciously.
As a result, the scratching instantly caused all the red dots to shatter and leak out a liquid with a pungent and foul smell. At the same time, it was accompanied by an indescribable pain, and the whole person fell directly to the ground from mid-air.
Bang! Fortunately, Guts was experienced in combat and used the weight of the Dragon Slayer Sword to adjust the angle of landing in mid-air, otherwise he would have broken an arm or a leg.
But even so, his condition was not much better.
After all, there are only a very small number of apostles like this who possess supernatural powers, and most of them rely on their strong bodies to do evil things.
So he doesn't have much experience to draw on in this area.
“Hoo—hoo—hoo—”
With heavy breathing, Guts, who had long been accustomed to being injured, still struggled to get up from the ground and tried to find an opportunity to kill the opponent.
But unfortunately, he obviously underestimated the damage the red mist would cause to his body.
He had just lifted his foot and taken a step forward when the severe pain that went straight to his brain's central nervous system once again made his whole body involuntarily tense up and he lost the ability to move.
The Piranha Plant Apostle took the opportunity to pounce.
As the distance between the two got closer, Guts could even see the scraps of flesh and blood left on the other's teeth.
Is this the place where I died? He was completely unable to move and began to review his life in his mind.
But when Casca appeared, his pupils, which had begun to become a little dilated, focused again. He endured the severe pain and swung out a sword with all his strength.
"Hahahaha! Is this your final death struggle? You're so weak it's laughable!"
The Piranha Apostle easily waved his vines to block the Dragon Slayer Sword and let out a naked and undisguised laugh.
But the next second he couldn't laugh anymore.
Because a fully armed team appeared on the roofs of the surrounding buildings at some point, and first a round of fierce artillery fire directly hit the apostle so hard that he was dizzy and lost his way, and then some black liquid was fired at the location.
When the apostle's body began to absorb the black liquid uncontrollably, his originally huge body began to shrink rapidly, and eventually turned into a skinny old man.
He was screaming hysterically as if he had a mental breakdown: "No! No! No! This is not true! How could I lose the power I gained by sacrificing so much?"
"Humph! You are just a low-ranking apostle of the fourth level. You don't think you can escape our pursuit, do you?"
The leading woman sneered contemptuously, then jumped down from the roof, raised her iron-booted foot and kicked the old man to the ground with a bang.
Especially the entire head was almost completely sunk into the mud and blood plasma on the ground.
It is not difficult to see from this action that she was deliberately humiliating this unknown apostle.
Seeing this, the other team members also jumped down from the roof, took out some shackles engraved with mysterious symbols and patterns, and bound the old man's hands, feet and neck in them.
After doing all this, the woman turned around and asked Gus, who was already unconscious: "Hey! Are you still alive?"
“No…no!”
Guts responded despite the severe pain and his increasingly weak body.
He simply couldn't believe that there were people in this world who hunted apostles like him.
And judging from their weapons and equipment, the other side is obviously much more professional than us.
Especially the black liquid, which seems to be able to force the apostles to transform from monsters into humans again.
"Ha! I didn't expect you to be such a tough guy! You're lucky to have met me, because I like tough guys the most!"
The woman let out a hearty laugh, then pulled a small bottle of green solution from her pocket and held it to Gus's lips.
"Drink it all in one gulp! Whether you can survive depends on your luck. Because this guy's ability is indeed a bit troublesome."
“Thank…thank you very much!”
Guts had no doubts, opened his mouth and drank the potion without hesitation, then lost consciousness and fell to the ground.
Fortunately, the woman hugged him at the last moment.
A short man in the team saw this and immediately teased, "Hey, captain, are you planning to have some meat today? If I remember correctly, aren't you very picky about men?"
"Idiot! Open your eyes and look at him carefully! Especially the sword that fell on the ground!" Another team member next to him rolled his eyes and reminded.
"Tsk! Stop it! How can a normal person swing a piece of iron this size? I bet it's hollow."
The short man walked straight to where the Dragon Slaying Sword fell, grabbed the hilt with both hands and tried to lift it up.
But he found that it was impossible to even lift it up with his own strength.
After he used all his strength and couldn't lift the sword more than half a meter, he let go of the Dragon Slaying Sword and let it hit the ground with a dull thud. Then he gasped for breath and exclaimed in disbelief, "Damn it! It's actually solid! Is that guy really a human? Could he be an apostle in disguise?"
"He wields this sword not with both hands, but with one hand."
The youngest-looking boy in the team pointed at Guts's prosthetic arm made of steel.
"So now you know why the captain values him?"
"That's right! That's right! The captain obviously prefers tall, muscular men to short guys like you. So you'd better give up on that idea as soon as possible."
"Stop talking nonsense! What's wrong with the little guy? I have participated in six missions to hunt down apostles, and there have been no mistakes every time."
"Oh? Really? If I remember correctly, there was a poor guy who was almost bedridden for the rest of his life because of you. If it weren't for your majesty's kindness in treating him, you might have felt guilty for the rest of your life."
"Asshole! You're really trying to make things difficult for me, aren't you?"
…
Just as the team members were laughing and cursing, the woman who was the team leader suddenly interrupted and said, "Enough! This is not the place for quarreling. Hurry up and pack up. We have to escort this apostle back immediately to avoid any more trouble."
"clear!"
The short man immediately stopped arguing, ran quickly to a few streets away, and drove over in a carriage covered with black cloth.
After a while, they stuffed the captured apostles and Gus into the car.
By the time the defenders arrived, there was no danger except for the ruins of the destroyed houses.
"What's going on? What just happened here?"
The officer questioned seriously.
The soldiers behind him raised their muskets and surrounded the entire team. Any movement that was slightly unusual would be shot immediately.
Faced with this situation, the woman who was the captain did not care at all. She directly took out a badge and handed it over: "We are the Seventh Hunting Team that belongs only to His Majesty. We are ordered to hunt down an apostle who is trying to escape."
"Hunting team?!"
After confirming the authenticity of the badge, the officer quickly signaled his soldiers to lay down their weapons, and he saluted respectfully.
"I'm so sorry! I didn't recognize you in time.
Also, please allow me to express my deepest respect to you on behalf of everyone in this town.
Without you, there's no telling how long these damn man-eating monsters would have stayed hidden."
"You're welcome. This is what we should do. After all, this is why His Majesty trained us. Well, if there are no other questions, we will leave."
After the woman got her badge back, she jumped directly onto the carriage and winked at another team member.
The latter understood immediately, shook the reins vigorously, and drove the carriage slowly out of the city.
When their figures completely disappeared, the soldier next to them could not help but come forward and ask: "Sir, what is a hunting team? Why are you so respectful to them?"
The officer answered without hesitation: "The Hunting Squad is a special force established by His Majesty after the capture of the Royal Capital.
It seems that there are less than a hundred people in total.
Mainly responsible for finding and capturing the terrifying man-eating monsters called Apostles.
It is said that even the lowest-ranking members of each team have the rank of captain.
Not only are they equipped with the most advanced weapons, but each of them has extraordinary abilities and can even release a supernatural power called magic.
Some people say that they are the sharpest knife in Your Majesty's hands and the force that Your Majesty relies on and trusts the most.
If it weren't for their hard work, what happened just now would not be as simple as the death of a few people. The entire town might have been massacred by the apostles.
Remember to be respectful when you meet them next time."
"I see. How can I join in?"
There was a hint of yearning and longing in the young soldier's eyes.
After all, the rank of captain is enough to lead an army alone, which is almost the limit of promotion for ordinary soldiers.
To go further you need both luck and talent.
The officer obviously saw through his subordinate's thoughts. He raised his hand and knocked the soldier on the head. He laughed and scolded, "Stop daydreaming! Do you think that's a place that ordinary people can enter? I heard that in order to recruit manpower, His Majesty even conducted a nationwide screening, and in the end, less than two hundred people passed the screening."
"Even if the screening is strict, there must be a standard, right?"
The soldier covered his head, obviously a little unconvinced.
The officer was obviously a nice guy. He didn't get angry because of his soldiers' seriousness. Instead, he patiently explained, "I'm sorry, I don't know the specific criteria, but it seems to be related to some kind of affinity. In other words, this kind of talent is not acquired through training, but is destined from the moment of birth."
"Ah? Isn't this the same as the theory of bloodline advocated by those nobles?"
The young soldier was stunned on the spot.
"No, it's not bloodline, it's talent.
It's like some people are born smart, some are born strong, some are born with good physical strength, and some are born beautiful.
Your Majesty has only selected those who meet the requirements and trained them.
And they are on a different path than us, so you don't have to worry about them taking up our promotion space."
After that, the officer stopped paying attention to this curious baby and began to direct his men to clean up the scene, restore order, and comfort the frightened civilians.
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