Rebirth Lives Up to the Stars

As soon as I walked to the place where Bena was sitting, there was a strong aroma of wine rushing into my nostrils. I saw that Bena was holding a clear glass in his hand. In the glass was a dignified crimson wine, crystal clear and translucent, like Charming as ruby,

He motioned for me to sit down and said with a smile, "I never thought that we would be partners in the same mercenary group from now on."

"Yes."

"I see that you are not very old. If you come to the Eastern Continent alone, won't your parents worry?"

"My parents died very early."

……

After chatting with Bena about a few uninspiring topics, I began to ask him about the mercenary group: "Excuse me, are there any special rules for Warblade?"

"Well..." He raised his hand and scratched his hair: "I guess there is..."

"The Warblade Mercenary Group is a mercenary group formed by the nobles from the eastern and western continents, so we will recruit some noble children and let them practice in the mercenary group. Because of this, there is an unwritten name in the group." The rule—that is, between each other, only call each other's surname, not mention the first name."

"You should know that civilians are not qualified to call nobles by their names. But...in a high-risk business like mercenaries, trust between partners is very important, and we don't want to use secular class levels to restrict everyone. , so I came up with such a compromise.”

It turned out to be the case.

This is a mercenary group with aristocratic nature, and even allows nobles to join and practice.

"But... I know you don't have a surname. In fact, we can use first names..."

"Mage, your wine."

The plump and glamorous tavern owner served a glass of wine. She seemed to have the aroma of wine on her body, and her every move was full of various amorous feelings.Before leaving, he blinked and smiled at me.

"Cough cough..."

Somewhat unaccustomed to her obvious teasing, I coughed twice, took a sip from my glass, and said, "...well, the accident this morning...have you found anything?"

Without hearing Benar's answer, I swallowed the wine and looked up at his face.

He looked at me as if lost in thought.There was something in those amber eyes that seemed to be at a loss, but also seemed to be nostalgic.

"Bena?"

"Ah... what did you just say?" He seemed to have come back to his senses, his face was a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry...seeing you...I remembered...some things."

A bitter smile suddenly appeared on Fang Yi's upright face: "My adopted brother... is also like you, when it comes to women... he gets shy."

"However... he died several years ago." After speaking, Bena raised his head and took a big sip of his wine.

Seeing his depressed appearance, I felt as if I understood something.

——I have always wondered why he was so affectionate to me. It turned out that I was somewhat like his dead brother.Is this supposed to be empathy?

I raised my hand and patted him on the shoulder reassuringly: "Don't be too sad...well...I was just asking about the accident that happened this morning... I wonder if you have found out the reason or something."

Bena raised his hand, and rudely wiped away the wine on his lips.

"Actually, it's nothing. The guy driving the traffic car is called Ayler."

"He wandered to the Eastern Continent with the refugees from the Western Continent five years ago."

"Because the nobles of the Eastern Continent were unwilling to take them in, the refugees built temporary villages and towns in the gray area between the Eastern and Western Continents."

"Aile is a very famous person in their village, because..." Bennet paused: "He has a strange sexual fetish."

"Well... I mean, he's a transvestite."

I was taken aback, transvestite?Aile's feminine and beautiful face flashed in my mind.

——If he is the one wearing women's clothes, it seems that there will be no sense of disobedience.

"Because of this, he suffered a lot of exclusion and inhuman abuse in the refugee village-and this kind of thing, whether it is the picket guards of the Eastern Continent or the Western Continent, will not take care of it."

Did he suffer abuse... No wonder there are so many disgusting patterns and hideous scars on his bare arms.

"Although it is unfair, this is the fate of refugees."

"...In this way, it's all because Ailer was abused by the refugees and held a grudge, so he drove a traffic car into a tree?"

Bena nodded: "Basically, it's like this. To be more precise, he..." Bena pointed to his head: "He's not very good here, and because he's cowardly, he doesn't dare to resist other people's bullying and Abuse, and mentally stimulated a lot, that's why I did such a thing."

"..."

It seems reasonable.

But... I always feel that there are still some problems.

This thought stuck in my heart and made me a little uncomfortable.

"By the way, if you care about this matter so much, why don't you go to the refugee village with me in a few days." Bena smiled at me, and knocked my wine glass with his own glass: "You saved me that day. A lot of people, they want to thank you in person."

"...Okay." I twitched the corner of my mouth and drank the wine in my glass.

The wine fell into my stomach along the throat, obviously it was such a soft and round taste, but I suddenly lost interest in tasting it.

In the next few days, I went to the training place of the Warblade Mercenary Group very punctually to report.A day passed by exchanging healing magic experience with several healing magicians, discussing and discussing the development methods of various potions.

Through communicating with them, I gradually realized that the Warblade Mercenary Group is not just Earl Chelsea's mercenary group.To be more precise, this is a mercenary group jointly owned and managed by Earl Chelsea and Earl Bernard.It's just that Earl Chelsea is more in charge of the recruitment and finance of the mercenary group, while Earl Bernard is responsible for training mercenaries and handling difficult tasks.

Yes, Comte de Bernard.

That Bena, who looked like an ordinary mercenary captain, turned out to be a veteran nobleman in the Eastern Continent—the first heir of the Bena family. After a hundred years from his father, everyone would have to respectfully call him the Duke of Berna.

The weather has been very sunny these days, and I often see fighters from the mercenary regiment bare-chested, conducting battle qi training in a spacious open space.

I don't accept long-term sun exposure like them, and most of the time, I stay in the exclusive room for healing magicians.Naturally, I can't observe the whole process of their training, but sometimes I take the time to look at them.

——The toned body, the muscles full of sweat and strength really make me very envious, I even have a feeling that they are shining under the sunshine.

Bena's body is not as strong as those young people's, but his muscle lines are smoother and more graceful than any of them. He is like the most perfect artwork of a sculptor, with a wild charm.

……

Occasionally, the Earl of Chelsea would come here to pick up some potions.

I saw many cuts or falls on his body, some were new, but more were old.These wounds are not large, so it is easier to treat them.

I think he probably has a bad sense of balance.

"Your healing magic is amazing."

He would say that every time he was healed.I'll take that as a compliment.

——Although, when he said this, he was basically reserved and indifferent.

Seeing his ice sculpture-like face so much, I even felt that it was just my hallucination that he ran towards me that day, wanting to repair my Chelsea in a rage.