After making money, the husband who abandoned me came back

Although His Excellency Yang Yuan is not a magician, his methods are still so terrifying.It's just that such an ordinary person has such terrifying energy, he can't imagine how frightening those truly powerful magicians are.

That night, the knights and soldiers who participated in the battle returned home, and after talking with their families about what just happened, almost everyone had a new appreciation for His Excellency Yang Yuan, who always talked to them with a smile. know.

Don't mess with him, don't fight him, he's a very scary grown-up.

Some people even think that His Excellency is too cruel, and such things should not be used on the battlefield.

"These are just the toys of the devil. It's hard to imagine such a dark and terrifying thing happening under the protection of the Holy Spirit. Your Excellency Yang Yuan, isn't he a dark follower of the devil?" A member of the Knights drank Getting drunk, he said to his companion beside him.

Another person said in disbelief: "Isn't Your Excellency Yang Yuan the priest of the half-length goddess? How can you believe in demons?"

"Why not? You keep talking about goddesses and goddesses, but there is no such half-length goddess in the scriptures. She just appeared out of thin air. How can you be sure that she is a real goddess?" The knight looked like this might be the truth, talking to his companions about those wild guesses.

"But—but the goddess can transform our bodies! It can make us stronger, but who else can do this?" Another knight who was slightly younger retorted disapprovingly.He just received the blessing of the goddess a few days ago, and also saw the real body of the goddess. How could such a gentle and loving goddess be a devil?

"I heard that demons can also do this. Otherwise, why do you think so many people believed in demons thousands of years ago? Those black magicians also obtained power from demons. You see, the Holy Court was still implementing it a hundred years ago. Witch hunting! This shows that evil forces have always existed on the continent of Simina." The knight said that he believed it, and even began to amplify his voice, "If the goddess is not a demon, then why did her priest do such a thing? Cruel and bloody things? If such a person can be a priest, how can a goddess be a god?"

The more he talked, the more excited he became, and he even wanted to jump on the table and speak loudly about his new discovery.

But at this moment, a tall figure suddenly approached him, and then punched him severely to the ground, making him dizzy and staring.

The tall figure was Smithson who had just come out from home to buy wine.

Even in his heart, he is full of doubts about what His Excellency Yang Yuan has done, but he will never allow anyone to dare to question the goddess.

Especially this kind—a loser who was dissatisfied with the goddess because of jealousy—this knight who spoke was a gifted person who had been defeated by him, so he lost the chance to be blessed. Before this battle I have already been dissatisfied with the goddess who only gave one hundred blessings.

And now he is so bold that he dares to slander female voices. Such a person does not deserve to live in this world.

He grabbed the man who fell on the ground, and punched him in the face with scarlet eyes.After being strengthened, his ability has been significantly improved. The person who was originally defeated by him was no match for the power of his blow, and soon his face was covered with blood. He passed out without even a chance to beg for mercy.

But Smithson still didn't stop, his heart was full of resentment and anger, this anger was not only for the person in the opponent's hands, but also for himself - because there was a moment when he had similar doubts.

But soon, when I remembered the eyes of the goddess looking at him, the slightly trembling hands when blessing him, the faint pained expression on her face, and the faint smell of blood emanating from the goddess that day, they were all in my heart. Showing how much the goddess had suffered to bless them—he was overwhelmed with shame.

He remembered the deeds of the goddess in the temple. Half of the goddess turned into a river of silver light and sprinkled on the world. The purpose was to dispel the evil forces on the mainland, make the land fertile, and nourish the people on the ground.If you don't do this, then the goddess may be strong enough to strengthen everyone, and that is the same existence as the holy god-but then there will be no them.

But now, this person who was raised by the goddess with flesh and blood is dissatisfied with the goddess because of the weakness of the goddess, and then slanders the female voice, this kind of person really deserves to die!

Thinking of this, Smithson hit the opponent with increasing force, and the opponent's teeth fell out of his mouth one by one, and his brain was almost knocked out.Fortunately, there were people around him who stopped Smithson in time, so that he did not commit the murder.

But this one actually strengthened Smithson's heart.He didn't know anything else, but he had seen the price the goddess paid for them.There are too many ignorant and malicious people in this world who doubt and speculate about the Goddess for various reasons.Then he will never allow such a thing to happen to Korbaf, anyone who dares to say these words in front of him, he will make them shut up!

What happened tonight is not the only one.

What happened on the battlefield today made people question Yang Yuan's character, but they forgot what Yang Yuan's cruel methods brought them.But there are very few people who are really willing to trust him wholeheartedly.

No matter what the commotion outside, in fact, it was not only those who participated in the battle and those who heard about these things who were afraid, but also Yang Yuan himself.

The blueprints of those giant towers were not drawn by him, but he came up with the idea, and he hired Freeman to design and send people to manufacture them.

He can't say that he didn't expect such a tragic result, in fact, that's what he wanted.

But everything only appeared in his imagination, and he did not expect that when he saw the real scene, he would receive such a shock in his heart.

It's not that he hasn't killed people before, but he realized for the first time that even if he killed an enemy, even if he killed someone on the battlefield, it was still a crime.

He also knew that if Kunsenburg's people were really allowed to rush into Ruhrburg, the fate of Ruhrburg's people would not be much better than the current Kunsenburg knights.

No matter what the way of death is, the pain is only a moment, it is only a moment to be crushed into mud, and it is only a moment to be beheaded by the knights of Kunsenburg.

But even though he knew in his heart that when he actually saw this scene, he still couldn't convince himself that this war was just—and he was innocent.

He sat alone in the dark room for a long time, and suddenly missed the previous world.

Since he came here, except for the first time, this is the first time that he misses the past so much.

In the past, he was just an ordinary person, born in an ordinary family, with parents and elder brother.

He was unremarkable there, had a few relationships, and had a job he liked.

He once disliked that his life was too ordinary, and he even had no twists and turns in love.

But now he suddenly discovered that mediocrity is not a bad thing, at least live happily, without pressure, and it won't be like what he is now - with blood on his hands.

He closed his eyes and leaned weakly on the sofa.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly, the back of his hand on the sofa felt a little cold.Yang Yuan opened his eyes, and saw a pair of dark eyes looking at him under the moonlight.

Yang Yuan looked at it for a while, and then asked: "What's the matter? Why don't you go to rest so late."

Keynes rested his chin on the back of Yang Yuan's hand, and then said, "Someone is praying for the soldiers who died on the battlefield in the square of the temple, why don't you go and have a look?"

Yang Yuan shook his head, he thought it was best for him not to show up now.

"Joyce has just arrived in Ruhrburg, and he is madly holding Emily. Don't you want to go and see?"

Yang Yuan curled his mouth and smiled when he heard the words.Joyce's happiness can be imagined, and the taste of regaining something lost may not be something that everyone can calmly taste.

"So, orphans left behind by the war, what are you going to do?" Keynes finally asked.

Yang Yuan was taken aback when he heard the words, and then asked, "What orphan?"

"There are more than a dozen knights and soldiers who died, and a few orphans who have lost all their relatives are left behind." Keynes sighed pretendingly, and said, "Fortunately, not many people died, otherwise I don't know how many people will be left behind." Such a child."

Yang Yuan sat there looking at the sighing lizard, but he didn't think it was ridiculous. After thinking for a moment, he asked, "How did you know there are orphans?"

"There's Reed," Keynes replied.

Yang Yuan didn't want to inquire into how his current body crawled around to get so much information, he just asked, "Where is Reed now?"

"It's in Harold's study. They were discussing the aftermath, and there was also the matter of Kunsenburg. Some people ran back. The news spread back that the wooden trap should not be used next time."

The effects of those traps are astonishing, but the consumption of manpower and materials as well as the preparation work on the battlefield doomed them not to be the main force on the battlefield all the time.

Harold had already noticed Yang Yuan's abnormality today, so he thoughtfully did not bother him.He can probably understand some of Yang Yuan's feelings, in fact, even he himself has some similar emotions.But he grew up in this world after all, and he understands the cruelty of war better than Yang Yuan.

So he has cheered up and is ready to deal with the next thing.

Yang Yuan stood up when he heard the words, thought for a while, grabbed Keynes and put it on his shoulders, then walked out of the room and regained his energy.

There are still many things that he needs to do, and he has no time to be melancholy for the time being.

This was just a small battle. There was still another half of the troops waiting for Kunsenburg, and the next wooden trap would no longer work, and they would face a tough battle later.

In Kunsenburg, Edward didn't get the news until two days later. He asked in disbelief, "Even Kabul didn't come back? Everyone died? Only some of you?"

The deserters who were escorted by the soldiers and stood in the square in front of Kunsenburg were all trembling and afraid to answer.

They came back secretly. The battle ended like this. Only a few hundred of them died. They didn't dare to come back to Kunsen Fort. Some even fled to other lords' territories for fear of being angered by Anderson. .

But unfortunately, they were caught when they just entered the border of the territory.

Anderson has been sending people to pay attention to the situation on the border of the territory, just to get the news from Kabul as soon as possible, but he didn't expect that the first news he got was such a bad news.

Seeing that Anderson's face had completely darkened, Locke on the side quickly poked a deserter kneeling on the ground with his scabbard.

The deserter was so frightened that his face turned pale, but he could only stammer and say, "All, all, are dead... all dead! Knights and soldiers were all crushed to death by those logs! In the pit, I fell to my death! They all died! They all died!"

"What kind of wood? Did they dig a trench?" Edward asked in a deep voice.

"Yes, sir!" replied the soldier, stumbling, "They built a kind of huge wooden tower, and then rolled the wood down from it, and rolled it down. We have nowhere to escape, we can't escape! Many people We were trampled to death by horses, and the rest of us were crushed to death by logs. The knights stepped on us and fled forward. As we fled, we disappeared, and fell into the pit and fell to our deaths.”

Edward stood there leaning on a cane, hearing the soldier's incoherent description, but still gradually made things clear.Those damn Ruhrburg people set up traps waiting for them, and let his eldest son Bruce and his knight leader Kabul fall into an ambush.

But what kind of trap could kill and injure only a few of his [-] troops?

Where did Ruhrburg come from?

But these, these soldiers don't know.

"Did Bruce and Kabul die in battle and be captured?" Edward asked with a frown.

"Master Kabul, Lord Kabul died in battle. He was brutally killed by the knights of Ruhrburg. They also cut off his head, saying that they wanted to take it back to receive a reward." The soldier said tremblingly.

"Where is Bruce? Is he still alive?" Edward asked nervously. Edward's emphasis on the eldest son was a bit beyond people's imagination.

The soldier raised his eyes to look at Edward's face with some fear, and then hesitatingly said: "Mr. Bruce, at the beginning, he was behind the knights, and when the knights attacked from the rear, he never saw you again. -"

The soldier spoke vaguely, but under such circumstances, Bruce's riding skills were much worse than those of the knights. Even those knights who had experienced many battles were swallowed by those material monsters, let alone Bruce.

Edward already understood that his eldest son died in Korbaf.

He was in a trance for a moment.Bruce, his Bruce was dead.His eldest son, his and Tiffany's child, he died.

Edward was stunned for a long time, then slowly took a breath, turned around and walked back, it seemed that even his figure was a little stooped.Then he waved his hand back as he walked, and said softly, "Everyone hanged."

Immediately, there were countless cries and cries behind him, but he didn't care about them anymore.

He walked slowly in the dark corridors of Kunsenburg, thinking back to when Bruce was just born.During that time he was always crying, Tiffany didn't want to give birth to him, let alone come to coax him.But the servants couldn't coax him well, so he always put him in his arms. His voice was not gentle enough, and his arms were not soft enough, but he could always fall asleep in his arms.

When he was a little older, he liked to run around the castle, searching the rooms.In many of the unused rooms, the furniture was covered with white cloth, thick with dust.He doesn't know what the fun is, but Bruce always finds it fun, searching room after room tirelessly.

It's just that when he got older, his courage was not as great as when he was a child.Seeing that he is always afraid to speak, and he no longer smiles at him, or it's just those smiles that don't come from the heart.

It was only later that he realized that his eldest son was probably afraid—he was afraid that he would no longer care about him or value him because he liked his new wife and newborn son, so he never dared to be with him again. Willful in front of me.

When he realized this, he drove all his sons out of Kunsenburg except himself.

He hoped that he could understand that he would be the only heir to Kunsenburg, and no one could replace him.

But he probably didn't realize this until his death.

Edward came to a room at the end of the corridor. He opened the door of this room with the key in his pocket, then walked in, and closed the door smoothly.

The layout of this room is similar to other empty rooms, except that when he came to a cabinet, he reached out and touched the side of the cabinet, and then the cabinet suddenly moved by itself, revealing a dark and narrow stairwell.

Edward stood in front of the stairs for a while, then he straightened his clothes a little, leaned his cane against the wall, and walked up the stairs.

At the end of this staircase was another small door. When he reached out and gently pushed the door open, a dimly lit room was revealed behind.

Look carefully, there are several tall bookshelves on the walls of this room, and the shelves are full of books.And in the middle of the room was a long and wide table, covered with all kinds of things.Beside the table were crucibles of different sizes, some of which seemed to be boiling something while others were covered with lids and made no sound.

"Edward," a woman's voice suddenly appeared in the room, "I said, don't bother me if you have nothing to do."

It turned out that this woman was wearing a black robe and black hair, and she was standing by a boiling cauldron and observing something.Her figure was almost integrated with the environment, which made her appear so inconspicuous.

Edward looked at the woman in front of him, this woman who occupied his whole heart, still had the appearance that made him fall in love at first sight, but he was already old.

It was in Griffin's territory that he met her back then.At that time, she was the same as now, beautiful and indifferent, but she grabbed his heart tightly and could no longer break free.In order to marry her, he personally killed his parents and siblings, then married a rich widow, and finally gave all the wealth he got to Tiffany's greedy parents.

He thought that in this way he would be able to marry her, and then have a bunch of lovely children with her, let their eldest son inherit Fenori, and then lie in the same cemetery with her, and return to the embrace of the Holy God together.

But things developed completely beyond his expectations.Tiffany does agree to marry him, not because of the wealth he offers, but because she admires the means by which it was acquired.

When she promised to come to Kunsenburg, she asked him to help her get a drop of heart blood from all relatives-I am already tired of this life now, and I am tired of them squeezing every penny of wealth from me, now It's time for them to repay me - she said so, but the expression on her face was still the indifference that fascinated him.

He should be thankful that she is a person who keeps her promises and keeps her promises, so after she came to Kunsenburg, she still fulfilled her promise to him—becoming his wife and giving birth to his eldest son.But after that, she no longer wanted to be a proper countess.

"There are so many women in this world, you can let anyone be your countess and give birth to countless sons for you, but I am tired of this kind of life. I have other things to do, don't bother me anymore Me." After finishing speaking, she walked into the house he built for her by himself, and never came out again—or she had come out, but she never let him know.

He also tried his best to make her fall in love with him, or to stop himself from loving her so much.But no matter how many wives he marries and how much he loves them, he can't arouse her jealousy.And no matter how sweet those women are, or how similar they are to her, they can't make him love her less.

He was completely immersed in his love for her, but he was never satisfied.And Bruce is probably his only sustenance.

Tiffany didn't look up at him after she said that, she was still staring at the contents of the pot, taking out a pen and paper from time to time to record something.

It was not until a long time later that she remembered that Edward had not spoken.This was a little different from his usual behavior, but she didn't care about it either, and just continued with her hands. She didn't stop the stove until she was done, and covered the lid of the cauldron.

Watching Tiffany finish the task at hand, Edward slowly said, "Bruce, he's dead."

"Oh? This idiot is finally dead?" Tiffany said indifferently.

She doesn't worship bloodlines, especially since her only child is a fool.

Edward looked at her silently, but his eyes gradually turned red.

"Our son—died in the enemy's trap, and the body was never found." After he finished speaking, he took a deep breath to suppress the choking in his throat.

Tiffany glanced at him lightly, then lowered her head to sort out the notes in her hand, and then casually asked: "The enemy? What enemy? You can't beat it?"

Edward didn't know how to answer this question. He didn't want to admit his incompetence in front of Tiffany, but obviously he couldn't fool Tiffany.

Tiffany finally finished the notebook, then closed the book and put it in the drawer.She stood up, went to a shelf against the wall and rummaged for a while, and found one of the bottles.Then lightly threw it to Edward.

"You'll love it, it can help you kill any enemy, just a small drop, or sprinkle a little in the water source - just be careful not to spill it into your own bowl." Tiffany said and then Turning his head to reopen a book, he looked down and ignored Edward.

Edward didn't know that he came here to get something from Tiffany.He'd known her for so many years, loved her for so many years, and he knew her, and she wouldn't grieve for anyone, not for Bruce, not for him.

But even knowing this, he still has a glimmer of expectation for her in his heart.But now, as he squeezed the slightly cold bottle in his hand, his heart was also cold.

The author has something to say: It’s been a long time recently, Kawen is so stuck, I don’t have time to reply to you.When I finish the set amount of codewords today, I will reply to your comments one by one

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I posted this chapter yesterday, and after I read it, I found that there were so many bugs that it was horrible orz

I couldn't help but edit it.

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