Chapter 134 Selection

"Oh, Mr. Luca, look at what you said, what are you saying..." Jurgen saw that he had said the wrong thing, and facing the looks from both of us that seemed to strangle him to death, he quickly waved his hands and shook his head.

I lost my patience to argue with him, and I exposed him directly: "Mr. Jurgen, you are not a man who has experienced accidents. At the very least, you can't even hide your intentions well. Now, let me tell you about your intentions. First, I asked you why you didn't find mercenaries, but you complained that they only loved money. It can be seen that you have such a large army without any money. It is hard to imagine where the wealth you plundered after conquering so many cities went. Second, you have no money, so you want to offer generous official positions to attract the two of us. So this trick of yours is not only used on us, it seems that many people must have been deceived by you, and I don’t know what they are doing now.”

I just relied on my own guesses, which made Jurgen's face turn pale and blue, and he didn't know whether I was right or wrong. My answer embarrassed him so much that he lowered his head and said nothing. Even so, he didn't make way for me to leave.

"Why are you doing this, Mr. Jurgen?" I asked him puzzledly.

"Mr. Luca, the situation is not what you think." Jurgen bit his lip and continued to explain: "As you know, we are slaves and oppressed civilians. We have been oppressed for too long. These son-of-a-bitch nobles don't treat us as human beings at all. Rather than living a life worse than death, we might as well tell them, screw you, I want freedom!"

As he said this, he spread out his hands, showing us the dirty, tattered clothes he was wearing.

"This is an old friend who has been with me for more than ten years. Look, this is my clothes. I have never changed them for more than ten years. Come, look at my body again." Jurgen said, taking off his tattered clothes in front of us, turning his back to show us his scarred back.

These scars that had long healed now looked like ugly worms parasitic on Jurgen's back, crawling on his back. This must have been the work of a cruel person.

"Please take a look, Mr. Luca, Mr. Andrew. This is my previous life. It was on a farm outside the city of Duroc and Toram. Because I neglected the work given by my cruel master, I was whipped forty times. You know, it was the kind of whip that whipped Saint Jesus. It was so thick. I was whipped forty times and couldn't get out of bed for more than ten days. The bed was in the stable, covered with a pile of weeds. I don't know how I got here!" As he spoke, Jurgen's voice choked. Although he had his back to me, I could clearly see his shoulders shaking slightly, as if he was sobbing. Looking at Andrew next to him, this guy was already a little moved. He must have been moved by Jurgen's tragic experience. Let alone being moved, at least the defense line in his heart had been shaken.

"My parents sold me to that cruel Roman nobleman because of poverty when I was little. I don't know the exact price, but it's not important anymore." Jurgen turned around and showed me his face that was already wet with tears. He glanced at both of us, then quickly looked away, lowered his head and wiped away the tears that were about to flow from the corners of his eyes. He sobbed and said slowly, "While lying on the bed, I had a dream..."

Wait! I have a dream! I always feel like I have heard this somewhere before. Yes, this is a choke! It was a long time ago, many months ago, so long ago that I almost forgot the face of the person who said it. But I don’t know whether that guy realized his dream or not, and it has nothing to do with me now. It’s just that the tragic situation that the man described at that time and the tragic experience that Jurgen described now are probably not worth mentioning. But even so, it still touched many kind-hearted people. I don’t know whether the tears they shed were sincere or artificial.

"I have a dream, really, gentlemen. This is the dream I have been pondering for ten whole days in that cold stable, and I am determined to pursue it!" Jurgen said, clenching his fists on his chest and shouting, "I once swore in the stable that I would liberate all the poor slaves in the same situation as me! Never, never again will they fall into the hands of the cruel Roman nobles. I swear, I will liberate those poor people forever at all costs. Let them, let everyone live in freedom, bathed in the light of love spread by the gods."

After hearing his inspiring speech, I felt that he looked so brilliant. He was just like the revolutionaries thousands of years later, who set a lofty goal, acted as a guide, pointed out a so-called road for the participants, and then walked towards the goal together along this road.

Is this really his ideal? It seems so glorious and far-reaching, but can the innocent woman who was beheaded be reborn because of his words? Or will the restless soul forgive all his sins at this moment! "It sounds really good, Luca."

Andrew's words suddenly came from behind me, interrupting my thoughts. I turned around and looked at Andrew. This guy had a dazed look on his face, and you could tell at a glance that he was moved by the remarks.

"Oh, wake up, Andrew, this can't be the time when you and I are so blurry."

"What else do you need to wake up? Luca!" I wanted to persuade Andrew, but he asked me directly. He took off his coat like Jurgen did, and angrily showed me his back, which was also covered with scars, but there were large scars on his back.

“Oh my god.”

Jurgen behind me was now exclaiming in a low voice, and I looked back to see him silently putting on his tattered clothes.

"Look, this is the reward that those damn idiots brought to us loyal soldiers. Luga, could it be that you have forgotten all the humiliations at this moment?" Andrew looked straight into my eyes and said fiercely.

Hey, what do you mean? I wanted to speak directly, but there was an outsider behind me, so I had to shut up, quietly looked at Andrew, and listened to him continue. I can admit that empathy is the easiest to be brainwashed!

(End of this chapter)