Rekindle the spirit of war

Chapter 4

In the past, Sean always thought that he was a very ordinary civilian.But now he finds that he is "special".

He was very unlucky.

God gave him a chance to be reborn, but let him appear 50 years after the nobles won the victory; he was powerless about the outcome of the original war, and at most he could only vindicate the wronged people.In addition, his body is simply weaker than that of his previous life when he was 16 years old, which means that he needs to redouble his training to become a "natural warrior" again.

Now, before he knew the circumstances, he was caught by a group of beasts in clothes, displayed and auctioned like a handicraft, and finally bought at a high price by the descendants of the person he hated the most.It sounded like a good joke, and Sean would have laughed out loud if it hadn't happened to him.

"To be a well-behaved and obedient pet, imagine yourself as a puppet. You must unconditionally fulfill all the requirements of the owner, and you must never yell at the owner or even touch..."

Sean chose to ignore the chanting voice; he struggled hard, trying to get up and escape.He was lying on his stomach on the stone bed now, and several strong men held his hands and feet so that the man whom Sean called "animal" could cast his spell.

They throw the dignity of others into the mud, trying to make people more humiliating than the former slaves.Sean knew this, so although he knew nothing about magic, he also knew that what the other party was doing was not good for him.

With greasy fingers pressed against the center of his back, Sean subconsciously wanted to kick him away.His struggle didn't last long, and soon, a pain that penetrated deep into his bones and viscera hit Sean, causing him to lose strength instantly.He endured the pain and found that the pain gradually spread around like water sprinkled on the ground, as if drawing a pattern.And the position of the heart on his chest was also attacked by a similar pain.

"It's over." The finger left Sean's back, and the previous pain disappeared.Sean got out of bed and stood on the ground. His first movement was to point his back at the mirror on the wall.When he saw the black pattern on his back, he couldn't help but feel chills all over his body; when he looked down at his chest, he fell into the ice cellar.

It was the crest of the Levin family, printed on his chest and back.He had seen this pattern up close when he was fighting alongside James. It was a howling dragon with outstretched wings, now baring its teeth and claws on his back, laughing silently at what happened to him.

In the past, slaves were tattooed with the master's badge pattern on their backs, which means "my body is for your service"; a small one was also tattooed on their chests, which means "my life and death are decided by you".

Now, someone used contract magic to imprint a mark of shame on himself.What does this mean?

Sean began to regret: he should have asked more about the puppet in the carriage earlier, especially about the contract.He opened his mouth to ask the caster, but suddenly there was nothing under his feet.Two men of unusually tall stature grabbed Sean from left to right, dragged him out of the room, and sent him to his current "master".

The plan of knocking down the people on both sides and fleeing quickly has been rehearsed in Sean's mind many times; but due to the difference in height and physique, he was unable to implement that plan perfectly.This made him start to miss his previous body.At that time, even if he was fighting against an opponent who was much bigger than him, he still had a way to knock him down.

The two men sent Sean to the front of Levin's airship—— Sean finally knew that the ellipsoidal flying object with pods was called an airship.Being stared at by a black hole is not a good experience, because it means that people can only be forced to make decisions.For example, Sean now; if he doesn't want to be beaten into a sieve, he can only leave with Medan Zuo.

But, there's an upside; if this guy takes me to that Levin castle, then I know how to get out of there.

Sean suppressed the corners of his slightly raised lips, and continued to walk towards that beautiful and elegant man.The lackeys of the nobles stood on both sides of the road, and a man with a gun gloated at Sean and made an obscene gesture.In this regard, Sean reciprocated courtesy; he took the copper lighter in the opponent's pocket, and then smashed it on the opponent's face with such force that he even broke the bridge of the person's nose.

Medanzo glared at the servant who was holding his nose and yelling loudly, and then said gently to Sean: "I guess you have no experience in airships, so I dragged you up. If you dare to make small moves behind my back, I will Break your neck immediately."

If you don't listen to the second half of the sentence, I'm afraid everyone will think that the speaker is a gentleman who is so gentle that you can cry.Sean lowered his head and sneered to himself.

No one wanted to be the plaything of the aristocracy's wanton pleasures.But in an era when power is playing with civilians wantonly, someone needs to be a victim; or, in other words, is forced to be.

Not all the poor boys who were trained to be puppets were willing, but Sean was sure that no one was more resistant than himself.

Sean has no affection for Medanzo at all.He felt that the other party's beauty and arrogance made him sick.Rather than obeying all the opponent's instructions unconditionally, Sean wanted to kick the opponent's head with a flying kick.

——If he wouldn't be noticed and knocked down by Medanzuo when he shot; with his current body, he couldn't compete with the opponent at all.

When they flew across the sky in the gondola, Medanzuo suddenly said, "No. 510."

Sean turned his head to look at each other in puzzlement.Medanzo explained: "This is the number on the back of your neck. In fact, 15 years old is the best age for selling dolls, but you ran away. You may not be able to sell, but I bought you at a high price."

"I'm ashamed to let you spend money." Sean responded coldly.

Medanzo laughed a few times and seemed very happy; he said in his usual elegant tone: "So you have to live longer, because I bought an inferior product at the price of a high-quality product today. This should not be a problem for you , you look like you can take a whip and a gunshot."

Sean was silent, a little surprised.He had no idea that this guy looked very much like the hypocrite James, but he was actually a frank pervert in essence.This made him feel that the Levin family is really a "miracle" that they have completed such an unimaginable evolutionary process.

"your name?"

When asked this question, Sean couldn't help clenching his hands. "Sean." He whispered back.

"Xion?" Medanzuo repeated, a little surprised: "I didn't expect that someone would dare to use that name. After you escaped, you lived in a poor area, right? Only the guards don't go there."

The faces of the ten men who led the mob rebellion in the first place are no longer known; the law expressly stipulates that their names are not allowed to be mentioned, let alone one of these ten names.At the same time, the nobles told their descendants the truth about the riot, so that they could detect the unstable factors and eliminate them in advance.

Medanzuo is no stranger to the name "Xion".That was a young man who had the potential to be a thug since he was a child, and he did become what the nobles called a "thug" in the end; he was as fierce as a wolf on the battlefield, but at the same time he was very good at inciting and winning people's hearts.Sheehan was, in a sense, the most famous of the ten.He even made an important contribution to the enactment of laws in Parliament, because he personally demonstrated the harmfulness of young people's "cynicism", and proved the necessity of sending out guards to control civilians.

It doesn't matter what the truth is; what the powerful say is the truth.

The airship finally landed on a grassy field, facing the old and imposing building, years hadn't made it ugly.

Thank goodness he did bring me to this place where I have been.Sean followed Medanzo toward the castle, but turned his head the other way.He knew that there was an abandoned tower there, and there were gaps between the huge stone bricks that people could climb, which was the best tool for escape.The only thing he cares about is whether there are guards there; when the civil war was the most intense in the previous life, that place was also unguarded, like a big hole left in an impenetrable fortress, which was unbelievably negligent.

Although it wasn't the first time Sean had entered the castle, it was the first time he had the leisure to visit the interior.He is not interested in famous paintings and handicrafts, but only feels comfortable when he sees the silver armor with weapons placed at the corner of the stairs.

When Sean found that the sword and spear equipped with the armor could be taken off, he was even more at ease.In his eyes, every shiny and beautiful armor is a weapon rack for him when he flees in the future.

When he reached a certain floor, Medanzuo stopped in his tracks; Sean also stopped, but it wasn't because he was obeying the other party.On the wall in front of him was a huge portrait of the guy he had tried but failed to hack, James Levine.

"Where is he... now?" God knows how hard Sean had to swallow "is he dead?"

"Grandfather? He is recuperating at the beach. At our most critical moment, grandfather thought of borrowing the power of the common people, and then eliminated those dishonest guys; at that time, he clearly had a good record, but he rejected the position of prime minister in order to balance power... ..." Medanzo muttered to himself, as if Sean didn't exist; at this moment, his smile was all sincere, and his eyes became pious. "I just can't figure out how one person can do so many feats."

Oh, I know his "feat" better than you; you are a generation behind him, but I have fought side by side and face to face with him.

"He is a very great man, but there are people who make him feel inferior." Medanzuo suddenly turned his head and winked at Sean: "I'll tell you a secret. That guy with the same name as you who * died" , His helmet was placed in a glass cabinet by his grandfather and placed in the center of the study. My grandfather said, we are a nation that is good at fighting, and that guy is the best.”

Shane didn't know how to react.It's good to be admired, but it's not pleasant to have someone say "I admire you" after they've beaten and killed you.

Sean sighed and said with emotion in a low voice: "We are indeed a nation with a fighting spirit. Unfortunately, our fighting spirit is always aimed at our own people."

Medanzuo looked at him in surprise, and after a few seconds, he said slowly: "From the moment we came in, I had the feeling that you have something to say to me. Just now, we turned around the stairs, That feeling is especially obvious when you come to the portrait of grandfather. You don't have to be so careful in front of me, if you say something wrong, I will at most teach you a lesson. "

Sean stared at Medanzo with burning eyes.He had to admit that the other party's intuition was not bad: he not only had something to say, but also something to do.

Sean closed his eyes, lost in imagination.He wanted to slam his head against the wall with his dazzling blond hair, and then yell at him, "James just took my life, and you damned bumbling peacock, how dare you?" Offend my dignity!"

This vision is deeply pleasing, but unfortunately it is difficult to realize.Still, Sean was quick to act.He rushed up the steps in front of Medanzuo, raised his foot and kicked at the opponent's knee; this was skillfully blocked by Medanzuo's leg, but God knows, Sean never thought of kicking the opponent.

When Mei Danzuo lowered his head and looked down, Sean formed a fist with his right hand and hit the opponent's side face hard.

This blow was hard enough, Mei Danzuo covered his face and turned his head, the surprise in his eyes was clearly visible even though he was hiding it.But the panic on Sean's face was even more exaggerated than that of Medanzuo; he found that when his fist hit the opponent, his side face was also burning with pain!