Mofan had no idea what Ling Ling had done for Ozawa. The entrance was empty when they returned to their quarters.
"It seems like Ozawa isn't here," said Mofan helplessly.
Without Ozawa's help, they had no choice but to use force. As a matter of fact, the forbidding aura around the East Guardian Tower was quite powerful. Mofan did not want to make the decision unless he had no other choice.
"Miss Ling Ling." A voice came from the cobblestone path outside the corridor. It was none other than Ozawa's voice.
Mofan and Ling Ling's eyes glittered. They walked toward Ozawa.
Ozawa was sitting there with a depressed look. It seemed like Ling Ling was right about something.
"Mister Mofan." Ozawa looked at Mofan with a wry smile and said, "Even though I don't know who or what to believe, I want to know the truth, just like you."
"We're going to enter the East Guardian Tower. I hope Commander Ozawa can help us. We're pretty familiar with the situation at the West Guard Pavilion," said Mofan to Ozawa.
"I'll help you, but I'll be going with you," said Ozawa.
"Alright."
"When will it be? We don't have much time left," asked Ling Ling.
"Right now, there's a meal for the guards on duty late at night. I'll have to trouble you two to disguise yourselves as temporary kitchen workers," said Ozawa.
Mofan and Ling Ling nodded.
…
After disguising themselves as temporary kitchen workers and putting on their badges, Mofan was curious how Ling Ling managed to convince Ozawa to make such a decision.
Captain Ozawa was an important member of the upper echelon of the West Guard Pavilion. Bringing an outsider into the East Guard Pavilion was the same as betraying the organization.
After everything was ready, Ozawa walked in front while Mofan pushed the heavy dining cart towards the suspension bridge.
"The Pavilion Master asked me for a list of names." Officer Ozawa walked in front and brought up what had happened not long ago.
"Looks like he's planning to make you the scapegoat. No matter what list you provide, the Pavilion Master will eventually get what he wants. Sigh, the tragedy is about to repeat itself," Ling Ling said.
It was the same trick!
Back then, the leader of the malevolent forces controlled the guards and ordered them to report to the Master of the East Guardian Tower. He gave them a list that was completely opposite to the Master of the East Guardian Tower, and eliminated all the dissidents. As a result, the entire East Guardian Tower was almost occupied by the malevolent forces.
Now, Pavilion Master Chong Jing once again proposed to eradicate the evil gang and asked Ozawa for a list of names.
Who were the names of the people on the list?
Were they the real evil gang, or the people in the West Guard Pavilion who were unwilling to listen to the Pavilion Master's orders?
The Shuangshou Pavilion had been sealed off. It was no different than a sealed prison in the past. The final outcome would still be decided by the person in charge.
What was an evil gang?
It didn't necessarily mean they were evil just because they had the word 'evil' carved on their forehead. Those who didn't have the word 'evil' carved on their forehead were not evil. Pavilion Master Chong Jing might seem righteous, saying that he was going to cut off the flesh to eliminate the malignant tumor.
However, wasn't it up to the Pavilion Master to decide whether the flesh he was going to cut off was still intact or dead? Just like the innocent prisoners who were killed in the past …
The persuasion that Ling Ling gave Ozawa was simple.
What the Pavilion Master said in the emergency meeting was the truth, but it was only a small part of the truth.
Everyone followed the herd.
When a gang was so big that it took up more than half of its members, the rest of the people would be considered as deviants.
The list that the Pavilion Master asked Ozawa for included the names of the people in the West Guard Pavilion who did not join the evil gang. These people had become the minority!
"We'll know the answer once we reach the East Guard Pavilion," Ling Ling patted Ozawa on the shoulder and said.
"Why me? Why am I the one who came up with the list?" Ozawa still could not understand.
"Probably because you're trustworthy on both sides. The evil gang believes in you, the resistance group believes in you, including me and Mofan," Ling Ling said.
"So being trustworthy is a bad thing. Will my conscience defeat my numbness one day, and I end up with the same ending as Yongshan's uncle?" Ozawa said in dismay.
"I think so. Once you know the truth, you won't be able to accept it. You will live in endless pain, tortured by your conscience," Ling Ling replied.
Ozawa fell silent.
As a matter of fact, he never thought he would be stuck between two gangs. No one had told him that the West Guard Pavilion was no longer the same as before. No one had told him which side he should take. He was only trying his best to fulfill his duty. He would help others when they needed his help.
He could not tell the difference between the two gangs. Perhaps that was why he was' recognized 'by both sides.
"It's a little late today, Ozawa. The men inside are starving. Uncle, what did you cook for us tonight? I can already smell the aroma. "A guard on the drawbridge smiled when he saw the three.
"Curry," Mofan had already disguised himself as a chef with the Eyes of Deception.
"HAHA, I knew it. Leave me something with more ingredients," said the guard.
"That's hard to say."
The guard on the drawbridge glanced at Lingling, but it was clear that he did not show any suspicion.
Xiao Ze's men were usually in charge of delivering supper. Every week, Xiao Ze would personally deliver it. The chef who was pushing the cart had remained the same for more than ten years. As for the little cook beside him, she would be replaced once every few months. Today, it was a new face, but the guard didn't care. Anyway, Xiao Ze and the chef wouldn't be wrong.
The guards on the drawbridge were chatting, but they still carefully inspected the cart to make sure that no one was hiding inside. After the inspection, they would scan the cart again to make sure that no one was using a concealment spell, or setting up a magic formation that would bring unstable energy to the cart.
The guards on the drawbridge finally let the cart pass after confirming that there were no problems.
After crossing the drawbridge, there was a small door under a heavy door that allowed the people and the cart to pass through.
There were four guards on the side. They would follow the cart until the utensils and food were placed at the designated place.
…
On the other side of the drawbridge, a man in a brown uniform came over. He headed toward the East Guard Pavilion. The guards on the drawbridge on patrol saluted him.
"Captain!"
"Mmm, was that the chef who just went in?" asked the captain.
"Yes, Commander Ozawa is here in person. There's a new face with him," said the guard.
The leader of the guard regiment immediately frowned and quickly walked inside.
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