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Between civilian couples, if one party cheats, it is a big deal for the entire family, and the originally happy life will most likely fall apart.
"Then how should I protect my own interests?" The lady was a little anxious.
Hasta smiled and said: "I would like to ask, are you a believer of the goddess?"
"Yes, I have always believed in the goddess devoutly. She is the most important pillar of my soul. It was his gentleness that allowed me to get through the most difficult days."
"Praise the goddess!"
As the lady spoke, she tapped her chest four times piously, drawing a crimson moon.
"Then what does your husband believe in?"
"He's a believer in storms."
At this point, the lady gritted her teeth and said: "I should have followed my parents' advice back then and stayed away from the followers of Storm. They are so rude and ruthless, and they are not suitable for spending life together."
Hastur thought for a while and said:
“He’s also a businessman?”
"Yes, he was engaged in some sailing business and made a lot of money over the years. It was at this time that he betrayed our love."
"Well, then you go to court and sue him, but before that, you can go to the goddess's church to tell the clergy about your grievances, so that more people will know about your husband's cheating."
"Is this useful?"
"It should not take a few days before he will take the initiative to negotiate with you, and then your demands will be met."
The lady doesn’t know why the lawyer behind the curtain has such confidence, but such words are very trustworthy and useful.
The two chatted for a while longer, and the lady made a small request, wanting to draw aside the curtain to take a look at Hastur.
Hastur naturally refused such a small request with a smile.
Finally, the lady praised Hastur's voice and said it was very gentle, then she got up and left.
In the following time, Hasta adhered to the basic qualities of a lawyer and provided corresponding advice to many people seeking help.
The person who asked for help that impressed him most was an old man who was probably in his sixties. He spoke in a low voice and occasionally stopped to catch his breath.
In his intermittent narration, a cruel story was told.
The old man was not a native resident of Backlund, he was from Wintershire.
Because Winter County is close to Feysac, the situation often changes with the relationship between the two countries. Some areas have been at war with Feysac for many years, and it has been a mortal enemy for generations.
The old man came from such a family. His grandfather and grandfather both died in the war with Feysac. After his father was also killed, he also inherited the iron will of his ancestors.
He joined the army without hesitation to participate in the war to defend the country.
After several years, he fought and fought hundreds of times, big and small, and he still survived with his courage and luck on the battlefield where the death rate was so terrible.
When he was twenty-eight years old, he was seriously injured and separated from the main force. He fled all the way, escaped across the border and entered the territory of Feysac.
He fainted near a small stream, and like the protagonist in the legendary story, he was rescued by someone in a village ruled by Feysac.
In order to survive, he lied that he was a soldier of Feysac and had survived the battle with the Loen army.
Perhaps it was because his acting was so realistic, or perhaps it was because these villagers were too innocent and kind, he successfully got away with it and stayed in the village to recuperate.
His scars made him look very manly, which attracted the admiration of many girls.
Among them was a young girl who made it difficult for him to control himself. Soon the two of them had sex and the girl became pregnant.
Only when the girl shyly took his hand, whispered in his ear, and told him that she was pregnant with his child, did he wake up from this brief moment of tenderness.
He was a soldier from Loen, and the people here were all citizens of Feysac.
What they usually discussed was how invincible Feysac's army was and how many enemies they had killed during this period. The Kingdom of Loen was also their target.
These people are enemies, descendants of the murderers who killed our ancestors!
The feud between Feysac and Loen can never be reconciled.
and the contradiction.
He had struggled, had been cowardly, and had also been secretly happy that he actually had offspring, but in his heart was an unshakable fear.
He was forcing himself to make a cruel decision, just like the cowardly apostle in the folk song who knew it was impossible but still wanted to make a deal with the devil.
In the end, he still took action.
While the village was holding a harvest celebration, he contacted a Loen team roaming in the nearby mountains.
Soon disaster struck and the entire village was washed in blood.
Even the young girl who loved him and was pregnant with his child was not spared; they all died and were eventually burned to ashes in a huge fire.
This executioner was commended by his superiors for this incident and received a lot of rewards.
He tried his best not to think about the right or wrong of this matter, and focused on the battle with the Feysac army.
But the more he fought, the more confused he became. Why was he fighting?
To defend the country's cause?
But he is also a murderer and arsonist, and Loen may not have no intention of annexing Feysac. Who is the righteous side?
Finally, he laid down his weapon, left the battlefield, left Winter County, and came to Backlund, known as the City of Hope.
It was here that he saw what a superior noble was, what a war that was like a child's play was, and what the benefits of mutual cooperation were...
It turns out that the only people who are truly hostile to each other and are mortal enemies are people like them at the bottom of society.
He looked at the capital of the kingdom that he once protected. If he had known earlier, all his bloody battles would have been nothing more than victims of the struggle for interests among the bigwigs.
Then will I continue to fight hard on the battlefield?
If I were born in Backlund, would my attitude towards the Feysac army be different?
In a trance, he dreamed of the girl who loved him wholeheartedly and his unborn child.
Will he be a boy or a girl?
If I had stayed in that village, and my children were still alive today, would they have already married and had children, or married and had children, and lived a good life?
If I stay in that village...
Chapter 38 The Penitent, the Eternal Warrior
If you stay in that village.
This is a question that the old man has been thinking about over the years. He also knows that time cannot flow backwards and he cannot return to the intersection where he made a new choice.
He came here and told this story because of the guilt in his heart and to repent of his past sins. He wanted to go to court to face his belated trial.
But he didn't know whether the court would accept the absurd behavior of an old man like him.
Perhaps those judges and jurors will just think that they are old fools and sneer at their own stories. They will even praise their imaginary stories as not bad, and then tell them as a joke when they are drunk and gossiping.
This question made Hastur fall into silence.
It is impossible for the Kingdom of Loen to allow the old man to go to court and admit that the past killings were wrong.
Because in this way, the wrong people are not just the old people, but the royal family and the powerful.
Moreover, this is also a disguised admission that the war between the Loen Kingdom and Feysac is far less just than ordinary people think.
This is absolutely not allowed.
If the old man's story were told from a different perspective, for example, the man rescued by the village was a soldier of Fusac, and the place that was destroyed was a village in the Kingdom of Loen.
Then, the Loen royal family and dignitaries will definitely let the old man tell such a thing at a critical moment, so that the people can see Fusac's cruelty and terror.
Unfortunately, it cannot be replaced.
Is the old man at fault?
Hastur is not qualified to judge him, but if the protagonist is him, he will only quietly take away the girl who loves him wholeheartedly after recovering from the injury, then leave the battlefield and find a quiet small village to spend the rest of his life.
"Sir, I don't think I can help you in this matter." Hastur said, his tone solemn and apologetic.
If he was involved in this matter, the final result would be just one more drowned noble body in the Tasok River.
"Your words are the greatest help to me."
The old man stood up tremblingly, with no trace of disappointment on his face, as if he was not surprised by such an answer.
"Sir, there are many things that we can't change now." Hasta thought for a long time and finally said this.
"Yes, I understand."
The old man's tone was very relaxed, with a faint smile on his face. He said goodbye to Hastur and turned to leave.
"..."
Hastur suddenly wanted to open the curtain and take a look at this legendary old man.
But he still resisted the urge. Even if he saw him, he couldn't help him.
After the old man left, Hastur sat quietly for a long time, and finally sighed. As expected, he still couldn't just sit back and watch the old man die.
After a moment of silence, Hastur stood up and left through the back door. After going to say hello to Lecturer Foulun, he took a carriage to the nearest court.
When he arrived at the court, Hasta glanced at his pocket watch. It was five-twenty, which was forty minutes before the court closed.
He got out of the carriage and stood waiting near the courthouse gate.
If he guessed correctly, the old man should already be on his way here.
From the old man's confession to his final relief, Hastur
I already understood what he was thinking.
Although the old man knows that his behavior is absurd and ridiculous and nothing can be changed, he still does it because he is old.
Some people will become extremely panicked when death is approaching, while others will feel relieved when they look back on the past.
The old man belongs to the latter, so he will come, and today!
After waiting for about ten minutes, Hastur saw an old man getting off the carriage.
The old man was wearing a black formal suit, leaning on a cane, and his silver hair was neatly combed. The deep wrinkles carved by the years were like knives and axes. His dark brown pupils contained the calmness of the vicissitudes of life, and the faint smile on his face was Calmness in facing the ups and downs of life.
With just one glance, Hastur recognized that this was the old man who had just asked for his help.