Nan Tong's words quickly made the soldiers show completely different expressions from before.
They exchanged glances with each other, some seemed to be thinking about something, while others nodded slightly.
At least, no one objected.
"Master Nantong is right."
The soldier who had tried to dissuade his companion earlier now spoke softly to his emotional companion.
"We cannot let hatred blind us. His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh sees further than we do."
"The life we live now is very different from the past."
“We are here today so that we and our descendants can continue to live this kind of life.”
"Lord Nantong is right, His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh is right."
"You're not wrong either, my brother."
"But if you raise your weapon, you are wrong."
The emotional soldier was silent for a long time, and finally just nodded and wiped the tears from his face.
"I see."
"I just, I just missed them so much."
"If they were alive, they wouldn't have to live such a hard life as before."
“The money I earn every day working in Cairo is enough to buy a lot of food.”
“Meat is available.”
"This regret...I can never make up for it."
"Of course, at least, I won't let these foreigners experience such regret again."
"Although, I really want to do it."
"But I will never allow myself to become like those bloodthirsty invaders."
"no way."
The soldier looked at the Hebrew again, but his gaze was now softer, not as sharp as before.
The Hebrew people didn't say anything either. They just hugged each other and watched Nan Tong slowly turn around and leave.
On the other side, the Hebrew captives were also whispering about what Nan Tong and the soldiers had just said.
"aggressor?"
A young Hebrew repeated the word in confusion.
"Aren't they the great heroes and warriors of the Empire?"
Another middle-aged man fell into reminiscence: “Yeah.”
"Every time the city posts notices, it just says that our heroes have won another victory and captured so many cities."
"I've never heard of them doing anything cruel."
Everyone fell silent.
Because they began to realize a terrible fact.
As ordinary people, the "truth" they know is actually just propaganda filtered through the empire.
At this time, a girl lowered her voice and spoke slowly.
"My mother prays at the temple every month, hoping that the soldiers on the front line can return victoriously as soon as possible,"
"If she knew those soldiers had committed those crimes...how would she feel?"
Her words stopped abruptly, but all the Hebrews here could understand what she meant.
The impact of this realization was far more shocking than defeat because it shook their understanding of the entire nature of war.
"The old man is right."
An older Hebrew man spoke slowly.
“Perhaps the truth we know is the truth we never knew.”
"We may have been blinded by the Empire."
"Just like our king turned into a demon."
Another elderly elder raised his head, his eyes full of pain and confusion: "But if this is the case, then who can tell me what the truth is?"
"Who will tell me what our son, husband, brother, did?"
But no one can answer this question.
At this moment, they are like a group of people who have just realized that the world is completely different.
They are now standing on the edge of a cliff called cognition, feeling fear and confusion.
The young man who spoke at the beginning looked around and seemed a little cautious.
"At least, at least these foreigners didn't abuse us!"
“They gave us food and water and even treated our compatriots.”
"If it is true, as they say, that we treated them like that..."
"Then what should we do to atone for our sins?"
“Can the destroyed Jerusalem and the dead compatriots help us pay for our sins?”
"But, our Supreme Ruler King once turned into such a demon..."
He did not finish his words, but the Hebrews around him understood what he wanted to say.
A collective sense of guilt began to spread among the crowd, although it was also mixed with a lot of doubts about the truth.
Their voices gradually faded away, and more and more Hebrews fell into deep thought.
On the other side, Nan Tong had looked around. After confirming that the situation had stabilized, he turned and left.
He continued walking calmly, as if he was just completing a daily task.
Behind Nan Tong, there were several young magicians holding crocodile skulls following him.
When they were far enough away, one of the magicians spoke.
"Respected Master Nantong, this situation has happened more than a dozen times today."
"You can't go to mediate in person every time. Besides, those people may not listen to what they say. Why bother wasting your time with those Hebrews?"
"Anyway, these guys will have nothing to do with us in the future."
When Nan Tong heard this, he just shook his head.
“Of course it makes sense.”
"Do you think that I, your teacher, would repeat these seemingly meaningless things?"
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