"No city-state recognizes the existence of the Four-color Flag, and some places do not even allow discussion. The ancient Four-color Flag is considered a heretic organization and is hostile to the world. Many cities even deal with some veterans of the Four-color Flag in order to express their focus. Many cities even directly issued bans, not allowing soldiers of the Four-color Flag to enter. Although this ban is just empty talk, this statement has indeed affected many veterans of the Four-color Flag. Many people have committed suicide in recent years."

The cold young man suddenly spoke to the red-haired man on the carriage for some reason.

Is it out of pity? Or is it the obligation of habit? Or maybe the behavior just now was moved? Or the young man himself didn't know what the reason was, right? In short, driven by these feelings, the young man spoke to the man. He used the knowledge and information he had obtained to speak to the young man in front of him who seemed to be only about twenty years old.

No, maybe this is malice. It is impossible to let this person who looks arrogant and has countless powers fall into the abyss, and he has to respect himself as a little person. Yes, this should be malice.

I want to step on the glory of the past and express the malice that the present people disdain.

"There are 679 people in the core of our Messiah City alone who committed suicide. These include four senior mages, five lecturers from the Messiah Command Academy, and seventy-three people in the Institute. Veterans and the City Guards committed suicide more than 300 people. The rest are all civilians. The Council said that your Four-Color Flag is a plague in the whole world. And all those who commit suicide are not allowed to enter the People's Cemetery."

"All people who commit suicide are not allowed to enter the People's Cemetery... Are there all? Six hundred and seventy-nine?"

"Yes, no one is allowed to be buried in the People's Cemetery, nor is it allowed to be normal sacrificial behavior. There is no even public media to talk about these people. They say that these people are dead ghosts, and even living in this world is just a pain for them to survive. So it is best not to worry about them. This is the order of the parliament."

What's more, they all used the four-color flag sign to wrap their bodies and commit suicide. The Parliament felt that it was not a good method of suicide, but it was more cult-like. So the Parliament banned any research on the four-color flag and destroyed all information.

The cold young man added something and narrated slowly.

The red-haired young man sitting in the carriage listening quietly looked increasingly sad. This red-haired man in black listened to the young man's narrative melancholy, and his red eyes were filled with an uncontrollable sorrow. It was like the sad and sacred scene he saw with his own eyes appearing when those people were quietly committing suicide in their homes.

Even the dwarf girl who was carrying next to him had a look of pain on her face.

They were once a member of that organization, and they were extremely high-level. And unlike those political organizations, the SiSe Flag, as a militarized system, is almost one with the people at the bottom. There is no problem of communication except in the rear. Of course, they can understand how painful these soldiers were after their faith collapsed.

It can even be said that it is already a very rare quality that they have not chosen to retaliate against this society.

"Can you tell me? What they looked like when they committed suicide..."

"It's totally OK."

Looking at the man who was getting thinner and lost his energy, the cold young man nodded and said.

"They are used to cutting linen and silk cloth into a four-colored cloak on their bodies. Then they use a red rope or a red knife to break their lives. They are unwilling to leave any suicide notes or last words. Some individuals will leave the words "The glory of the seniors has been defiled" on the walls and conspicuous places. And these people's appearances have been specially sorted out when they die, just like a military parade. They usually choose their most solemn clothing and torture themselves with the most cruel means. According to records, a person even stabbed seventy in his non-important part before he bleed and died."

But this is not over. The young man's narrative continues.

"In a collective suicide of forty people, they hanged themselves in the warehouse together. On the walls of the warehouse, they used red paint to apply military songs of the ancient Four-color Flag. The parliament believed that this behavior was not a normal behavior. So they blocked it. But there were always various information that would be exposed. So these things were widely spread among young people, and even formed groups and worship organizations of various sizes. Some even had relationships with the New Four-color Flag organization."

But I don't think you can like the group of young people because it doesn't fit the four-color flag.

The young man thought about it and added.

"No, please continue, young man. I want to listen again."

"Are you sure? An unknown gentleman? I think the news that follows is really not suitable for people like you to listen to. You may still be in that era of enthusiasm for you, but the news now may make you feel disheartened."

"It's okay, it's okay. No matter how bad it is, it can still be broken? Anyway, it's all broken, and it won't be broken anyway."

The red-haired man smiled weakly in the carriage.

"The young people should have a new hope, right? They inherited our brave tradition of the Four-Color Flag and fought. Then they should also advocate bravery and martial arts? They should not recklessly use the power in their hands to fight to protect their families."

Young people should have these passionate ideas, right? Only with ideas can one take action.

Gao Gen smiled and said his ideals.

"But unfortunately, sir. Your ideas are all wrong. All are wrong."

"Hey? All? Isn't it possible? If a young man is straightforward and does something wrong, isn't this a normal thing? If he wants to say everything, it would be too abnormal, right?"

"Sad, sir."

Looking at the puzzled man scratching his head, a look of pity appeared in the young man's eyes.
Chapter completed!