Duke of Grief

Without a cosy room, Grush pulled on his cloak hat and prepared to sleep with his clothes on.

Fortunately, it was still in the summer, and it was not too cold. Even in the streets at night, the breeze blew through, and the strong body of Glush could ignore this temperature.

All his money has been given to the adventurer. Before accepting the commission or hunting for monsters and making money for Warcraft, he has no money to eat.

Grush leaned against the alley next to the tavern and closed his eyes. Although the moonlight melted, he could not bring him any warmth. Instead, he covered his heart after hearing the information that was not known. There was a layer of haze.

The soft light cannot penetrate the heavy haze, and the blazing light will wipe him out together. After leaving the church, he betrayed the oath and lost the identity and strength of the ``Paladin''.

He is not even a paladin. He has not been ‘invited’. Now he is just an ordinary person with a strong body. He may also be called a ‘warrior’, but he has not learned the skills of a warrior.

Now, he only has a strong body and not a master of swordsmanship.

Jean Uther was very kind and generous, and after he issued an inquiry, he granted his request to withdraw from the church, but on the contrary, he would also lose his strength as a paladin.

On this point, Jean Uther underlined that he allowed himself to pursue ‘justice’ or ‘justice’ in his mind while being a paladin of the Glorious Church.

Grush had such a touch of emotion, but he later rejected this very tempting proposal, because then he is not ‘in his position and not seeking his job’?

Now he is still confused. The previous confusion is because there is too little knowledge, and the current confusion is because there is too much knowledge.

The more knowledge he has, the more confused he is. Is this world really saved?

The kingdom he is now in is still at war, but the lord here still seems to have seen nothing and heard nothing, and has not joined the party, so this territory has not been involved in the war for the time being.

But he has already contracted most of his troops to his side. In ordinary villages, there are only militiamen, and there are not many soldiers even on the border.

Once an army breaks into the border, the soldiers on the border alone can't stop it. If the militiamen in the village encounter a bandit without the support of the army, they can't stop it.

Because this territory is relatively peaceful, many refugees fled here, among them there were deserters who fled. On the way, Grush saw the ugliness of human beings again.

The villagers who were usually sullen turned into refugees, skinny and skinny;

In order to prove that they are stronger than others, the robbers began to ‘eat people’;

The refugees wanted to catch some rabbits or pheasants to eat because they were hungry, but they were driven away or even beheaded by the soldiers who guarded the forest...because that forest was the lord’s ‘wealth’.

Grush, against his will, lifted his sword and killed many people.

Along the way, he didn't know how many people he killed, how many robbers, how many soldiers, and now he was almost numb.

Only when he talks about his identity and purpose will he get excited, but after that, he will fall into silence again.

Grush closed his eyes and held the cover of the Criminal Law in his arms with his rough palms, trying to get a little relief on it, because he killed too many people, and he did not know whether this was what he was after. '.

He was destined to be disappointed. The Penal Code was a dead thing, and he would not answer any questions or give him any relief, so he woke up from a nightmare again.

"Huh, huh, huh..." Grush opened his eyes and gasped as he stared blankly at the sky.

With his left hand clinging to the "Criminal Law", his right hand was pressed against his forehead, remembering the greasy faces of those people before he died, and thinking of his own confusion.

Can ‘justice’ be achieved only by killing? why?

Also, what is ‘justice’?

Grus always felt like there was something wrong and could get it by killing, it would definitely not be'justice'!

But what is ‘true justice’? What is ‘just’?

Grush closed his eyes in pain, and the pain in his head prevented him from thinking.

Holding a weapon and a book, Glush sighed melancholy.

He never regretted his decision, but along the way, he saw too many people's hearts, he felt that such a human being could not be saved.

He missed his time in the church, because there would always be someone to help himself, but now, he is the only one...

Gradually, Glush was immersed in the dream again, but judging from the expression on his face, it should not be a good dream.

…………

When he woke up the next morning, Glush was awakened.

He stared blankly at the child in front of him, letting go of his right hand that held his arm tightly.

After he let go of his hand, the little beggar quickly ran away without even giving him a chance to apologize.

Grush patted his cloak and pants and stood up from the ground.

It was just dawning and the hunger was not so serious. If he went out to ‘hunt’ now, he might encounter a lot of foraging monsters, maybe he could exchange some coins, or... he could eat them.

He learned a lot of things in Fengfengling, such as ‘fairness’, such as ‘perfect law’. It was also there that he knew that the monsters were also edible.

He needs to consume a lot of food, a day of brown bread cannot satisfy him, and there are many beasts in the forest, but that is something that belongs to the'lord'. Even if he killed some soldiers who did evil, he had not eaten any of those forests. animal.

Now he follows the local laws as before, he is also studying these laws himself, and trying to formulate some laws suitable for other territories than the tragic territory.

This small town is the center town of the Viscount lord. Viscount Elos, the lord of the Viscount, chose not to escape, but chose to shrink his forces and protect him.

Although Grush could not agree with his approach, but the soldiers guarding the Viscount were all his private soldiers. As an outsider, Glush should not talk about things.

After all...he is a nobleman!

There is also a supply of wine in the tavern, which shows that life in this town is okay, not to mention the problem of beggars.

He had never seen the city without beggars, even in Lolandal, even in Winder City.

Grush felt that he was living like a walking dead now, but it was difficult for him to continue thinking.

He has realized that he seems to be preventing himself from continuing to think about the truth of ‘justice’ and ‘justice’, so he is getting more and more confused now.

Why is this happening?

It has never been shaken in the past two decades, why is it so now?

Is it despair of this world? Or is it a dangerous cognition? Or is it an aversion to those civilians who do not know how to be grateful, as well as those nobles who have not been taught repeatedly?

The more knowledge he got, the more he felt scared. What made Glush even more scared was that he couldn’t seem to be able to do the same self-ask as before.

Not only lost in the future and pursuit, but also lost his own soul. Is there anything more sad than this?

In the dark thoughts, the morning passed, and in the afternoon, Grush saw the lord of this territory, ‘Viscount Elos’.

That is a middle-aged man with a thin figure~www.NovelMTL.com~

Everyone on the street looked at him, the anger on his face was self-evident.

Grush stood outside the crowd and saw the noble sneer, "Huh! Untouchables, what do you see?"

There was a pool of blood in front of the carriage, a body lying on the pool of blood, that was a skinny boy...

The driver was panicked and helpless, and the noble stared at him, "Driving a car, a pariah, just a few dollars!"

"It's disgusting!"

The noble eyes of the nobleman stung Grush's heart.

What is ‘justice’?

What is ‘just’?

Grus became more and more puzzled...

"...Diro, my child!"