"Real courage, like me. When facing a powerful enemy that I cannot defeat, my choice is to escape calmly."

"Escape?" Robin was surprised this time.

"A true general should be able to control everything with reason. He is not bound by any morality, loyalty, honor, or emotion. He must abandon and sacrifice everything for victory. He can withstand all pain, despair and temptation, so that he can have the basic conditions as a general. Some people are born to do this, but more people must sacrifice souls, which is a terrible sacrifice that humans cannot bear."

"Robin, do you remember the "History of the Stigia War" I read yesterday? Imagine the bloody battle between Saint Gene and Paro. It is not only a ruthless battle between soldiers, but also involves countless civilians. Think of those lost cities, the wide streets will be filled with refugees. Fat merchants will hand over all their gold before the sharp blade hits their bodies, hoping to get a life. The slim girl was dragged into the corner with trembling and almost no scream. Human life is as lowly as an ant in front of the iron hooves of the conqueror, slaughtering, setting fire, and destroying. Every second there are countless lives screaming and dying! And all this is not because they did anything wrong, they just lost the battle!"

"So, a general must give up everything he has at a critical moment to defend his country and people, and to dedicate his body and soul to this purpose. Those who have settled in defense will never understand the true meaning of this sacrifice - they will only feel that being a general is glorious and glorious, and can satisfy his vanity to the greatest extent."

"So, in this respect," Beller retracted his gaze and turned to the platform ahead, and several people were holding the Chaos Champion's helmet up. "Maybe the only one who understands me, or who can understand each other, is Thomas."

"Dear guests!" A well-dressed man in a well-mannered uniform shouted in a loud voice, interrupting the whispers of the audience below. "The auction has officially begun, and the first auction item is this: the precious spoils from White Castle, the helmet of the Chaos Champion Warrior. Please see, there is also the blessing mark of the Chaos Evil God on it!"

The host skillfully used a lot of praise to stimulate the audience's interest in the auction items. This time, there were a lot of guests, so he spoke very hard.

Then, he quoted a starting price, which was indeed not as exaggerated as a hundred gold coins.

Beller participated in a random competition and was immediately suppressed by other people's bids. A few young people didn't know what was going crazy and raised the price again and again. In the end, the helmet was bought by one person by one at the price of 130 gold coins. The last buyer seemed to be a nobleman in his clothes, but he didn't look like a warrior, but he looked like a slutty child.

Then, the "Wings of Silver" was taken to the table. Like the helmet just now, the host praised this thing with clever words.

What is strange is that although this "Wings of Silver" is the best among the harp, most people seem to be ignorant of the goods. There are only a few sparse people in the field to report the number, and Ashu Rufate immediately quoted a very high price, and he probably won't be able to compete with him.

But unexpectedly, when he quoted the price, a person ahead who had not made any noise immediately quoted a higher price. Ashu Rufat immediately increased the price, and the other party followed closely.

This contest became a chase between the two. It lasted for a short while, and the price had reached 130 gold coins, the same price as the helmet just now.

The other party immediately added some price. This time, no matter how slow Ash Rufate was, he felt something was wrong. He looked at the competitor in front of him, and for some reason, the back looked familiar.

"Master, it's that governor!" In my mind, Carrie had already come to the conclusion.

Ash Rufate unwilling to give up the price again, but the other party immediately followed.

"Ashrufate." Ashrufate heard someone calling his name, but was surprised to find that the governor had come to him at some point.

"Governor Beral?" He remembered the name of the Governor.

"It's me, it seems you're interested in that harp?" Berel smiled and sat down next to Asu Ruffat. "I don't think you're like... a musician. Is there any reason? Of course, if it involves personal secrets, just pretend I didn't ask."

"He is the legacy of my teacher." Ash Rufate replied.

"Your teacher..." In an instant, a hint of sharpness flashed in Berel's lazy and idle eyes. "Are you a disciple of General Thomas?"

"I have studied under him for a while," Ash Rufate replied. "Can I ask, why are you interested in piano? You don't look like a person who likes music?"

"Because General Thomas is the one I respect," replied Berel. "So, I hope to receive a remembrance of his relics. But since you are his disciple... I will not be able to compete with you."

No one else bidding around. To be honest, although this "Wing of Silver" may be the treasure in the piano, the people who really rely on music, that is, those minstrels, are not very wealthy people. Without Beller's competition, Ashu Rufate became the highest bidder. The host soon announced that Ashu Rufate's bid was successful.

"Congratulations," Berel smiled slightly, "Can you ask provoke a pity, do you have any urgent matters now? Can you delay it?"

Although Ashu Rufate felt a little suspicious about the friendship and kindness that Belar showed, he nodded in the end.

"If possible, can you talk to me about your teacher? Ah, it's not very convenient, how about going to the next tavern?" Berel suggested.

...

In a bustling city like Mir City, the business of the tavern is always very lively at night. However, when a customer who is willing to spend money comes to the door, he can definitely find a good place. Berel threw two silver coins as tips to the waiter, and was taken to a very neat empty table on the second floor a few minutes later. Then, several bottles of old products were sent to the table.

"Do you know...my teacher?" Asu Ruffat asked. He didn't think he had any charm that could make the governor (although it was only temporary) change his attitude, and the matter should still be with Thomas. Unfortunately, he spent most of his time with Thomas and didn't know much about Thomas's distant friends. However, Beller would not be over sixty years old no matter how he looked at it. If Thomas was still alive, he would be almost ninety years old now. It is really unlikely that they are old friends.

"No, in fact, I have no chance to meet Thomas." Berel admits, "But, although I have never met, General Thomas and I have been in divine relationship for a long time. Seeing his disciples today can make up for my regret. Come and have a drink!"

Although Ashu Rufate actually had no feeling about wine at all, he still drank a big glass.

"Have General Thomas told you how he viewed war?" asked Beller. "I know he was a very good knight, and one of the virtues of knights is kindness."

"He said, 'Put all your compassion to stop war, and never bring it to the battlefield'." Ashu Rufate thought for a while and replied.

A thoughtful expression appeared on Beller's face.

"It's true that it's the same as I thought..." He murmured to himself. "General Thomas's understanding has reached this level. Asu Ruffatt," he suddenly raised his voice. "Can you deduce the chess? Ah, that is, tactical deduction!"

"No, no." Ashu Rufate replied.

"It's actually a very simple game, and the rules are limited. You only need to use very simple paper and pen to play. It's mainly used to simulate battles," Beller suggested enthusiastically. "How about playing a game with me? Robin, ask the store for paper and pen."

"First of all, let's choose a battlefield." After getting the paper and pen, Beller drew a topographic map of the battlefield on paper. It was a plain mixed between two lakes, and a river was separated in the middle of the plain. The entire battlefield was divided into two parts, north and south, and they were relatively narrow. The only high ground on the battlefield was on the south side, and the only ferry crossing the river was on the edge of the high ground.

Asu Ruffat recognized it at a glance. Of course he would recognize it. When he was the boss of the Green Blood Flag, he chose this battlefield by himself. He subconsciously looked at Berel, but Berel was drawing with great enthusiasm, and could not see anything wrong, and he didn't even raise his eyebrows... This should be just an accident.

"What do you think of this battlefield?" asked Beller, and asked Robin to be some small paper pieces representing the army.

"Both battlefields in the north and south are important," Ashrufate replied, "It is not feasible to abandon one. The key to everything is in this high ground. Occupying this high ground is equivalent to mastering the right of passage to dominate the two battlefields in the north and south, and being able to freely transfer troops from one battlefield to another, thereby gaining the initiative in combat."

"Is there only so much?" Berel continued to ask with a smile.

"It's like this on the surface, but it's not just that behind it." Ashrufate continued. "Eith both sides are narrower, which is not conducive to the development of superior forces. In other words, even if the troops on one battlefield are mobilized, it is impossible to guarantee that the enemy can be defeated quickly. If the battle is occupied at all costs at the beginning, it is actually not very meaningful. When it really works, it is after the fronts of both sides move. In an ideal state, it is best to occupy the high ground when the high ground is occupied, the enemy on the other side of the battlefield is exposed in front of our army." His hand pointed. "After mastering the right of passage, send our troops behind the enemy and attack them from the front and back. The enemy pressed in the middle will inevitably be annihilated."

"Very good, very good." Berel nodded, "What else? What if the thinking is deeper?"

"Well..." Ashu Rufate couldn't think of more for a moment. In fact, he only thought of so much at the beginning. "More...if you could surprise..." He stammered, unable to say more.
Chapter completed!