Chapter 94 [Bone-transmissive Cold]

"I'm going to kill him! I'm going to kill him! Hang him! Burn him to death! No! Tie him up, I'm going to tear him apart! I'm going to hang his body on the city gate for the crow to peck at his eyes!!"

Bonfret's eyes were red, his face was twisted, and he roared and roared in anger at Adrick and Ruhr in the tent. The handsome face of the jazz was frighteningly twisted, his eyes widened, and he was panting heavily. The muscles on his cheeks rose up, his fists were clenched, and there were still red marks left on his wrists. He walked back and forth in the tent like a mad dog.

"That bastard! That bad-slutty man! That bastard who tries to murder me! I'm going to kill him! I want him to die!!"

Seeing Adrick's face becoming more and more impatient, the scar on his face was shaking, Ruhr's heart next to him was not good. If this little white face continued to yell like this, I was afraid that this domineering general would dare to draw his sword and chop this guy on the spot.

The fat man quickly came up and hugged the rampage of Bonfrett, laughing loudly, "Just, Sir Bonfrett, please calm down. I'll find out the matter before I talk about it..."

"What else can't be understood!" Bonfret screamed like a frightened girl: "That bastard! He actually dared to tie me up and lock me up in the warehouse! He actually dared to push me to the battlefield alone! He is murder! He wants to kill me!!"

Adrick snorted heavily, and he stood up and pressed his hand on the hilt of his waist. This action immediately shocked Bonfret. He quickly took a few steps back and pointed at Adrick and shouted: "You! What do you want to do! Adrick, don't forget your identity! You are a soldier of the empire... I, I am the special envoy of observation! You, your people dare to treat me..."

Adrick resisted the urge to swing his sword, and without looking at the little white face, he strode out of the tent.

Ruer came up and patted Bonfrett's shoulder with fear on his face. Bonfret trembled, but looking at the smile on Ruer's face, he seemed to immediately regain his spirit: "General Ruer, you want to testify to me! These guys from the Thirteenth Corps, they all want to assassinate me! These low-ranking people, these bastards are going to murder me!!"

The kind smile on Ruer's face made Bonfrett feel much more relieved.

"Well... Dear Lord Bonfret, I suggest you don't yell like this first. After all, we are still at the 13th Corps." Ruhr seemed to remind him kindly, and then he lowered his voice and said, "Look, although you have been treated with some disrespect - Oh, please don't be anxious to stare. Well, I admit that this kind of treatment is a very unreputable offense to any noble. But... there is always a good side to anything, what do you think?"

"Okay, good side?" Bonfret was furious: "General Ruhr, are you teasing me too!"

"Of course not." Ruhr shook his head vigorously, and then he smiled: "As far as I know, you did go to the battlefield in person and face Hasting of Odin alone..."

"I was tied up!" Bonfret shook his legs when he heard yesterday's scene. The experience of urinating incontinence on the spot made him feel ashamed and angry, and screamed in disobedience: "That guy wants to kill me!"

"Wait, don't worry..." The fat man smiled very well, "I understand the anger of being tied to the battlefield, but... Think about it, others don't know that you were tied to the battlefield! And... no matter what, the fact in front of him is: on the battlefield, Lord Sir Bonfret faced Odin's Hasting's decisive battle, and Hasting escaped with injuries..."

"That guy is not me..." Bonfret's voice became much lower.

"But others don't know, especially the Odins." The fat man grinned, and he smiled cunningly: "Look, it's an amazing honor to compete with Hasting on the battlefield alone! Moreover, the purpose of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to let you come to the front line this time is not..."

He looked at Bonfret and pressed his voice down very low: "So... the one who competes with Hasting! It's Bonfret! And you... it's Bonfret. This statement can be heard by millions of soldiers."

Bonfret was moved.

"So, that guy can't kill for the time being." Ruer smiled: "At least, he has to wait until this military merit really falls on your head. Before that, he is a witness. Besides... he is just a soldier. After the overall situation is settled, how do you want to punish him? Are you still afraid that he will fly?"

When Ruhr walked out of the tent, Adrick was leaving some instructions outside to several deputy generals. Seeing the fat man coming out, Adrick sneered: "Have you coaxed that kid?"

"Ha, he is indeed a child, a spoiled child." The fat man curled his lips: "But this child is by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince... Well, the person next to the pillow. It's just a few words of coaxing, and it doesn't cost us anything."

Adrick sneered without saying a word.

The fat man sighed: "I know you are very proud. I'll do these things. Anyway, in everyone's eyes, I'm the escaped rabbit and this... Damn, the fucking butt rabbit is not much different."

Adrick looked at the fat man deeply, suddenly went up and patted the fat man on the shoulder hard, and said seriously: "You are an excellent soldier, General Ruhr."

Then he sighed: "I have to go and see that kid... That kid's situation is a bit unfamiliar."

Ruhr grinned and sucked the cold air, rubbed his patted shoulder, watched Adrick leave, and suddenly shouted behind him: "Hey, Adrick!"

"What?"

"You..." The fat man hesitated for a moment, suddenly caught up with a few steps, lowered his voice and said, "Don't think I can't see that kid is..."

A trace of splendor flashed in Adrick's eyes and he stared at Ruhr: "Do you know, too?"

The fat man sighed: "Nonsense, we are not very different in age. Although I have never seen anything back then, I always have ears and have heard of it..."

"Then please keep the secret!" Adrick immediately interrupted Ruhr's words sternly: "You know these things are almost dead. I don't know what you know and how much you know, but... no matter how much you know, please rot these things in your stomach. This is not my request, but my advice."

Chara sat alone in the tent in a daze. Sharba and Kato had just left, Kevin's body had been buried, and friends in the guard who were close to Kevin were crying.

But only Xia Ya, he never had a tear. Even when Sharba and Kato were worried that this guy would come to see him, Xia Ya's expression was still calm, as if the man who was screaming like crazy at the camp gate today was not him at all.

Shaya sat on the bed, holding a piece of linen in her hand, and wiping his fire fork over and over again. He was so sensible that even Adrick didn't notice it when he walked in. It was not until Adrick stood in front of Shaya that Shaya suddenly raised her head.

"Sit down." Adrick pressed Xia's shoulder and looked at the bandage wrapped around Xia's body: "How is the injury?"

Xia Ya smiled and said, "I can't die."

The smile of the rustic guy is still as simple and generous as usual, and there is no trace of sadness in his eyes. Adrick sighed and looked at the fire fork in Xia Ya's hand. His expression changed slightly. Then he turned his head and turned his eyes away: "You..."

"I'm fine, general." Xia Ya suddenly spoke in a relaxed tone.

"Hmm?" Adrick was a little surprised.

"I'm really fine." Shaya's tone was very serious: "This is war, war always kills people. I understand this truth--but this death fell on Kevin, and the next time, it might be my turn. Things will always happen, so..."

His tone was too calm, calm and almost indifferent, which made Adrick's brow frown: "What do you really think?"

"Really." Xia Ya's expression was calm: "When I saw Kevin dead today, I felt very angry at that time. I even wanted to rush out of the camp with my weapons and kill all the Odins. But now... I'm not angry."

Speaking of this, Shaya even smiled! His smile was relaxed and pleasant, but the unusual indifference in his eyes made Adrick alert.

"My adoptive father once told me something - well, although that old guy is not a good thing, some of his words are still very reasonable. He said: In the face of powerless things, blindly sadness, anger or mania are all the actions of cowards."

Xia Ya let out a breath, as if she was spitting out the depression in her chest. He squinted his eyes and smiled: "So, it's not that I'm not without anger or sadness - it's just that I don't let myself do this. I... choose to do it!"

"Do? What to do?" Adrick looked at Shaya strangely.

Xia Ya frowned, his expression was very serious and serious, and he replied softly: "Kill people, kill the Odin people. This is my plan, I will do it step by step - until one day I will kill them all."

"Can……"

"I know it's hard." Shaya laughed mockingly: "Well, as for the Odin people, although they are large, I will kill a little today and a little tomorrow, and slowly kill until I can't kill it... It's better to do something than wasting time to be sad."

Kill a little today, kill a little tomorrow, kill until you can't kill...

Adrick took a deep breath, and he was shocked by the indifference that was almost as clear as his bones in his tone!
Chapter completed!