[Angie] Double Wings

Chapter 047 The Trembling Right Hand

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Jules still has five names in his hands, which belong to different units of the Supreme Council Self-Defense Force.

'No, Lord Jules.These five people have never been classified as directly belonging to Balk.Lytton's troops. '

"Really?" Jules murmured back, not knowing what to say for a moment.Kailin was also silent, thinking silently at both ends of the communicator with Jules.

"The native places of origin are all different, at least there is a certain distance..."

Kailin responded, "Two of them are relatively well-off, but the other three are almost from abject poverty." '

"...their ages are very similar, but their years of enlistment are all different." Finally found a point that was relatively similar, and Jules further followed up on this clue, "Karin, these five people joined the Self-Defense Forces to serve. Can you find out where and what work you were doing before?"

The sound of paper flipping came from the other end of the communicator.

'You guessed it, Lord Jules.These five people have similar backgrounds, they are all soldiers, they are professional mercenaries, and they belong to the guerrillas fighting bandit groups... About 30 years ago, they all fought in the mining area at the northern end of Arne County. '

Jules raised the corner of his mouth, "I remember... the Litton family came from a mining business, right?"

'...Yes, Lord Jules! Kailin's voice became louder, "They belonged to three different mining mercenary groups, but these three mercenary groups all served the mining area under the name of the Litton family. '

"now what?"

'Speaker Balk.Mr. Lytton still holds [-]% to [-]% of the mineral vein management rights in the northern part of Arneshire. '

Jules stared at the five names on the paper with sharp eyes, "How about the location?"

Kailin replied with certainty, 'According to the name of the place, it is indeed the same area. '

"...Search for the information of the mercenary troops that infested the mining area in that area forty to twenty years ago, and send all the information you can find to me, and don't let any one go."

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"No, that was too much just now." Klevis adjusted his breathing, suppressing the negative impact caused by his use of Dark Sarklia, "If there are too many to the extent that you can all see... the nearby area, There's going to be trouble even in Diski County. The Patronus of Light doesn't have time to help with that right now."

"The Patron Saint of Light? Can Zakria of Light neutralize your power?"

"No." Clewis looked at Gallo calmly, "but if in the same place, two types of Zaclia with completely opposite natures are deliberately 'stacked' together," he used a very imprecise Because of this illusory balance of power, it is too difficult to explain to the general public, "The opposite forces will restrain each other and delay for a long time... In this case, it is no problem to leave it alone for the time being. Later Yu Yu, and then lead away the excess power, so that it flows to the right place."

"...Speaking very profoundly."

"It's not advanced. Zakria is actually a very simple thing."

Gallo sneered slightly with feigned contempt, but then fell silent again, not questioning Kravis's words again.He actually believed these statements, but he still didn't want to accept them intellectually. He was at a loss for a while, and his expression appeared complicated.

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All the mistakes come from himself... It is he who trusts too much in the "goodwill" provided to Wang Li's dispatched army, he gives too much freedom of action to the Self-Defense Forces of the Supreme Council, he is too negligent, and he is negligent... …

Jules suppressed his emotions, tried not to think about Elliott's aged and sincere face, and calmed down to continue thinking about these complicated issues.On his messy office desk, there are military maps that occupy most of the desk, old documents sent one by one by Kailin using a text communicator, messy notes with key words written by Thaksin, and other intelligence troops. The latest information from him, his usual thin-tube quill, and the medicine that Klevis told him to remember to take before he left... Jules looked at the sundries on the table, and his mind was spinning rapidly.

The officers in question who belonged to the Self-Defense Forces were all related to Balker.Litton has a close connection... No, if you refer to Donald's role in it, maybe the entire Litton family is the enemy of the Holy Land.Jules is sure that what he heard is correct. This group of people has a very close relationship with the bombing.

Jules stared coldly at the thin blue river on the military map with a stern expression.

If Eliot hadn't gained too much weight in the past few years, and the wound in his throat was protected by his double chin, perhaps the violent explosion would have destroyed all evidence, and the enemy's murder of Elliot would have been perfect. covered up.

Brutal murder on the front lines of War...what else?

At least some of those enemies had hoped to take advantage of the explosion to murder themselves and Clavis... The image of Clavis lying in a pool of blood suddenly flashed in Jules' mind, and the image was so realistic It was almost as if he had just seen it with his own eyes.Barely suppressing the trembling in his chest, Jules clenched his fists and forced himself to continue thinking.

In the war that broke out on the Six Rainbow Stars, how could the Self-Defense Forces and the White Wings, who were on opposite sides, have the same tacit agreement on the bombing?What would be their real purpose?Suspiciously, he picked up the information of the enemy general, and spread out the stack of old documents that Kailin had passed to him.

There are doubts here... The coincidence in this aspect is too exaggerated...

Jules pursed his lips, "Could it be..."

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Clavis ignored the suspicious Gallo, and lowered his head to explain to the young soldier, "In the past few days, you may appear to be relatively quiet, and then you will be fine... My little power will not hurt you."

"The death I just saw..." The young man was still immersed in the shock of being directly in contact with the dark Sarklia. This extremely rare experience made him confused and frightened, but he was still willing to trust Kravis, "Then It's actually a beautiful...feeling."

"Pretty?"

"I don't know...it's deep and charming, I don't understand it, but I, I... like it very much."

"It's too early for you to face death now, so all I give you is a little bit of peace." Kravis's words were both stern and kind, but his tone was calm and deep as before, "This is also a little Little warning, kid, remember...never try to take someone's life, that's something you can't afford."

"Really?" Gallo questioned Kravis with a trembling voice, "If... I give the order to kill those six hundred little devils in this orphanage right now, then who is it? What kind of repayment will the child come to ask me for?"

"It will be Saint Jules, the guardian of light... He will not think dirty of that person. All filth does not exist in front of him anyway. He will seek justice for all this and ask you to pay the price you should pay. But you Remember... if you really do this, Gallo, including me, you will kill 860 living people." He sighed, "Most of them were able to go home safely. child."

Gallo lowered his head and looked at the armband embroidered with snow-white wings that he was holding tightly in his palm, "Hmph, such words... are just, nothing but threats. I have already sworn... I, I... "

"That kind of thing," Kravis didn't understand the sacrifices made by the members of the White Wing Legion, but felt very sorry. "Is it really worth closing your eyes?"

"What, what?"

"Is it worth closing your eyes and not seeing your way home? I don't think that belief is worth abandoning your own hometown."

"I don't..."

"Where do you come from?"

Gallo covered his face and didn't answer. He kept his head down and said nothing.

Cleves didn't ask any more questions, and in the strange silence around him, Gallo finally cried silently.

"Let go of the remaining six hundred and four children. Such a young child has nothing to do with the adults' war..."

"When they grow up, they will become adults with bloody hands just like us."

"They don't need their hands to be covered in blood, and neither do you. Put down the blood, and put down your weapons, and at the same time, let yourselves survive." Klevis sighed again, "You know? I will never go back to my hometown . . . but you can."

"...Hometown?"

"I hope you all return to your hometown safely."

The low sobs that sounded at an unknown time gradually became louder, and they all suddenly missed everything they had betrayed and abandoned for this war... those beautiful and simple pasts, those things that they still couldn't bear to forget even though they were full of pain. Memories, the worship or dependence composed of trust and devotion, the place called hometown made up of those inconspicuous small houses...

The young man with pink and purple hair raised his hands to wipe away his tears, blew his nose again, and suddenly smiled comfortingly, "Lord Patron Saint, would you like to listen to the song of the Garden of the Gods? It is called the Song of Walton Hill ..."

Klevis bowed to salute, with a very humble posture, "I am very happy...thank you from the bottom of my heart." He bent down and saw many armbands embroidered with snow-white wings, thrown to the ground by many children from his hometown.

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Jules' deduction has a predetermined direction, but the scope is too large... Kailin gave him the information of more than 500 people.He barely held his temper, carefully screened and compared, and when he started to feel dizzy and buzzing in his ears, he finally had some clues.

"Could it be this guy..."

The birthplace is different, but the registered birth year is the same.Although the appearance has changed a lot over the years, but the similar outline can be vaguely seen... Could it be the same person?

Jules picked up the communicator, "In the stack of documents just now... Yes, the mastermind who blew up the embankment, Mir. Can you try to find out where he was when he was a boy? How did he live...Is it? A guerrilla fighting against bandits? That is to say, the proportion of mercenary-born people in the White Wing Legion is also amazing. Does the place and era of the battle between them match?"

His ears were still buzzing.

"Well, tell me what you want, I'll listen."

He had only taken the medicine in the morning, but before noon, the headache reappeared.

Jules swallowed a painkiller irritably, then picked up the glass to drink water.Suddenly, his fingertips trembled, and the transparent liquid in the cup splashed his documents on the table.

The other side of the communicator continued to report, and he listened to the report calmly, and even answered as if nothing had happened, while staring at his right hand... the trembling fingertips.

The Holy Land is much longer than outside, but Jules is still only 26 years old.Not all patron saints of the past abdicated in middle age or youth...some abdicated very early.Jules didn't quite know where they were and what kind of life they lived after they abdicated...

Jules is curious about his future, but he can't worry about it.

He calmed down, "Mir was also a mercenary hired by this guy? What? So was the general Gallo who held the orphanage?"

The motive for hijacking the orphanage is definitely not to threaten... What is the motive for attempting to kill six hundred orphans?

"Among the more than 600 orphans, is there any special person? Well, what about the management personnel? Nothing special?" Jules' hands were still shaking badly, but he didn't have time to study, "What about the funding? Where is it usually? Supported? Strange... what about the real estate?"

The news he wanted came from the other side of the communicator.

"Hmph...so that's the case."

Jules put down the communicator, pressed the table, deliberately ignoring his trembling right fingertips, "It's better not to let me catch your fox tail, otherwise...it will be too unfortunate for you, Balk Lytton."

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