"Your cultural courses are so good, you won't be sent overseas." Winters is really unwilling to give up.

"I applied for overseas dispatch myself." Bad spoke in a surprising way and looked calm.

"What!" Wintersten stood up suddenly, staring at Bud, not understanding why his close friend took the initiative to go to death.

Thousands of words in my heart formed a word: "Why?"

"It's okay, overseas dispatch is not as bad as you think." Bard patted the stone bench: "Sit down, listen to me to you slowly."

"You know what's going on at my house." Bard spoke slowly.

Winters nodded slightly.

The topic is very sensitive, so Winters never talks about it, but he knows that Bud's parents were both tenants in the monastery.

"My parents are both tenants, they are hardworking and pious good people. They are really hard-working and pious. They are really hard to pull me up." Bard's expression was gentle and solemn.

"I know." Winters sighed.

The standard for evaluating people should not be the amount of property - but this is just a saying.

"The others were giving gifts everywhere, but I didn't go. It was not because I didn't want to go, but because I didn't have the money to clear the relationship and handle some things from top to bottom." Bard calmed down so cruelly.

There was no resentment in his tone: "It is not my parents' fault if I don't have money; it is not someone else's fault if I have money to give gifts. In this reality, although I am not satisfied, I can only accept it. So it is inevitable that I will go overseas."

"Even if you can't stay in the United Provinces, you should take a try! Go to other republics." Winters was painful and helpless: "Overseas dispatch is a dead end! In Venetta, some people would rather go to jail than go overseas. The distribution of wherever they go is more than just money!"

"I'm not as good as others to ignore money, and I'm not a spellcaster." Bard continued to uncover the scars coldly: "In fact, even students who spend money to operate will still be sent overseas, let alone me? Someone will always go there."

"There is always a chance, don't accept your fate!" Winters was as if begging, and he even crossed the red line: "I'll lend you money."

"I am not accepting my fate, but I am fighting my fate. From the moment I walk out of the monastery, I am fighting against my fate. This time I don't want to wait for others to judge my fate." Bard said firmly: "I have no freedom to not go overseas, I admit it. But at least I have to get the freedom to go overseas."

"After all, overseas dispatch is divided into many places." Bard laughed softly and returned to his slow speech: "If I hold a glimmer of hope, then in the end I can only go to the worst place overseas. I take the initiative to apply to go overseas, at least I can choose."

Under the faint firelight in the moon and pipe, Bard's expression was calm and firm.

Bard had his reasons, but this reason was too cruel. But Bard was right, and he chose the optimal solution in the worst result.

Winters felt a sense of depression in his chest, feeling indescribable resentment and powerlessness.

He poured it on the stone table and swallowed it back to his mouth.

Is it meaningful to scold those employees who accept bribes for personal gain?

Is it useful to scold those students who ask for gifts?

Bud had to go overseas in the end. Winters's thousands of words turned into a sigh.

"Don't be sad for me. I am satisfied with being able to go from a servant in a monastery to an officer in an army officer's school." Bard easily and happily described his future life of an expatriate officer: "It is a good thing to go overseas. I heard that the salary of overseas dispatch is three times as much as that of staying in the country. I can't even afford to stay in the United Provinces. When I go outside, I at least have the hope to help my parents redeem the land."

The more Bud said, the sadder Winters was.

He shouted, awakening several yard guard dogs in nearby houses.

The barking of dogs comes one after another.

Bud patted Winters' leg and signaled his friend that he understood everything.

The two fell silent again, and except for the sound of insects and dogs barking, they could only hear the sound of Bud smoking.

After a while, footsteps were approaching nearby.

A playful voice came to Winters' ears.

"Okay, you two, don't patrol well on the night stands, hide here to smoke? You were you yelling and screaming just now?"

Two other officers carrying long halberds walked out in the dark, and the man in front muttered, "What are you doing to howl in the middle of the night? Come on, come on, help me get a fire..."

Two second-grade officers on the night stand at another gate. They patrol nearby and heard someone shouting, and saw the shadow of fire. So they came over to find out and wanted to attract a fire.

When they walked to Winters and Budd, they saw the three bars on the sleeves of Badsha's regular clothes, and realized that the two seniors were hiding here and smoking.

The structure of the military academy is to imitate the structure of the army. The class system of the army is also the class system of the military academy. Two second-grade juniors who bumped into the senior apologized repeatedly: "I'm sorry, squad leader. I'm really sorry! We don't know you are patrolling."

Winters was in a bad mood and was too lazy to pay attention to them.

But Bard waved to them generously, not only did he not teach them a lesson, but also helped them light cigarettes on the fire.

But Bud's cigarette was almost done, and he couldn't lit the tobacco leaves in the bowl of two people.

Winters sighed and took his junior's pipe helplessly from Bud.

He was already familiar with this job with two consecutive ignition techniques.

The two juniors probably never enjoyed the caster's use of magic to ignite the fire in their lives, and their eyes were wide open.

"Let's go." Winters stuffed his pipe into his junior's hand in anger.

The two juniors thanked each other and ran away in a hurry.

The two of them were also wondering: I don’t know what evil things are among the two third-grade class leaders. If you don’t sleep well in the duty room, what are you going to patrol?

When the two juniors walked away, Bud also put away his pipe.

He got up and tidied up his clothes. He said to Winters, "Let's go, let's go and go for a few more laziness. Don't be laughed at by my juniors."

Winters lay on the stone table, his legs hanging in the air. He was in no mood to patrol: "Sit for a while, sit for a while and go back to the duty room to sleep. Anyway, I will escape to the post on the last night."

"Then you rest here first." Bud didn't force himself. He wanted to see the school for the last time: "The last class will have no chance to go back to school to work on the night post in the future. I'll go and take a few more laps and come back to find you later."

After saying that, Bud left with his long halberd, and his footsteps were getting farther and farther away.

Winters said nothing.

He was now hit because Bud was about to be sent overseas. For the first time, he felt that he might never be able to meet his close friend in his life after tomorrow.

He lay on his back on the stone table, listening to the roar of insects around him, his mind was empty.

After a while, Bud's footsteps came back.

When Winters heard Bud come back, he felt that it was boring to stay here alone - it would be better to go around with Bud for a few more times.

So he sat up straight from the stone table and asked with a smile: "Why are you..."
Chapter completed!