Han Jin and Léger looked at Paul in silence. Although Guevara had made it very clear that if they really wanted to help Paul, they would have to kill him. But who would have the heart to do that?
After waking up from his coma, the black spots on Paul's face spread even faster. Although there was no mirror, he could still feel the changes on his face. He couldn't help but reach out to touch it, but the black spots would collapse at the slightest touch. As a result, the more he touched it, the more painful it became. His screams also became sharper, and the more painful it was, the more he wanted to know what had happened to his face.
In the end, Paul suddenly dashed out and rushed towards the soldiers in charge of guarding the place. The soldiers were scared out of their wits and hurriedly pointed their spears at Paul.
"What's going on? What happened to me?! " Paul screamed. He didn't even look at the spears. He reached out his hand and tried to grab a soldier. The soldier didn't dare to make a move, nor did he dare to let Paul grab him. He could only move his spear while retreating.
"Kill him," Léger gritted his teeth and said.
The soldiers who were threatened hurriedly turned their spears and stabbed at Paul. As a seventh-grade Grand Knight, Paul didn't react at all. He was still screaming, "What happened to me? What happened to me … "
With a few stabs, all the spears pierced into Paul's body. His eyes were fixed on one of the soldiers, but his voice had already become low, "What happened to me …" He said as he walked forward. As he walked, several spears pierced through his back. But it was as if he didn't feel anything. He even reached out his hand to grab the soldier.
The soldier couldn't take it anymore. He screamed, let go of his spear, and ran for dozens of meters before he dared to look back. Seeing this, the other soldiers also threw away their spears and retreated to the side.
Paul turned his body in a daze and looked at the generals he was very familiar with. Finally, his eyes fell on Léger, "Young … Young Marshal, what happened to me …"
"General Paul …" Léger couldn't continue and clenched his teeth.
Paul's life force was finally exhausted. He fell forward weakly. The spears at different angles just happened to support his body in mid-air. Then, the spears slowly pierced through his back, and his body was getting closer and closer to the ground. The moment he touched the ground, everything stopped.
"Men, bury General Paul." Léger said slowly, "You all must be careful! There should be powerful abyssal races hiding nearby. "
"Young Marshal, you must be careful too!" a general said.
"After all, I'm a high-grade thief. It's not that easy to plot against me." Léger's voice was full of hatred, "I hope they will come for me!"
The rumors quickly spread in the camp, and the soldiers were panicking. After such a thing happened, they naturally couldn't continue marching. The death of a squadron leader didn't affect the overall situation, but Paul was the captain of the cavalry brigade. His military rank was similar to Lang Ning's, but his influence and actual status were inferior to Lang Ning's. Moreover, more than ten of Paul's personal guards also fell ill. If they didn't get to the bottom of this matter, it would have a great negative impact on the morale of the troops.
Han Jin returned to his residence. Sunier and the others greeted him, "What happened? Why did I hear someone screaming over there? "Sunier asked with concern.
Paul was a seventh-grade great Knight. He was powerful, so his voice could travel very far. However, as a high-grade professional, he could only scream a few times before he died. Han Jin had a feeling and whispered, "General Paul is dead."
"How did he die?"
"He was cursed by the Touch of Corrosion," Han Jin said, "Sunier, how much do you know about this curse?"
"The curse of the abyssal races? That … What about Guevara? What did he say? "
"He didn't say anything and just left."
"I don't know much about the abyssal races, but … how did General Paul get cursed?" Sunier said with a face full of surprise, "Could it be that those abyssal professionals can sneak into the camp? That's not possible, right? "
"What's wrong with that? Didn't Raphael sneak into Zagunéd's camp before? "
"Raphael has magic. How can that be compared?" Sassoux said.
"General Paul? He's not a good person … "Little Joseph suddenly said.
"Don't talk nonsense!" Sassoux shouted. They didn't have a military position, so it was very inappropriate to casually criticize a general. It was very likely to cause conflict.
Little Joseph was startled and hurriedly hid in the tent.
"He's still young. Don't scare him." Han Jin smiled, "Before we find those hidden abyssal races, everyone should be careful. Don't go out! Do you understand? Morrisons, don't pout! The scariest thing about the abyssal races is that they do it secretly. Léger just told me that General Paul was a seventh-grade great Knight, but he didn't know what happened until he died! "
"Okay, okay, I didn't say I was going out," Morrisons muttered, "I have a toothache. Can't I move my cheeks a little?"
The whole day passed with nothing to do, and the military camp became very guarded. In order to keep an eye on the two clowns and prevent them from going out to cause trouble, Han Jin simply sat in the camp for the whole day.
It was only at dusk when Léger slowly walked in. Morrisons who was feeling very uncomfortable hurriedly went up to him, "How is it? Léger, any news? Did you catch those guys who released the curse? "
Han Jin glanced at Léger. Seeing Léger's heavy expression, he knew that they must have failed.
Sure enough, Léger shook his head, "Sir went out for the whole day today and didn't find anything."
"Then what did he say?"
"He said … it's very strange."
"Haha … I think he's old." Sunier sneered.
Léger shrugged his shoulders. Compared to his father, the Knight of Conrad, there was a huge gap in some aspects. Léger was much more flexible than Conrad, whether it was his personality or the way he handled things. If Conrad was here and heard someone using rude words to criticize his father, he would definitely be furious. Léger chose to pretend that he didn't hear anything. After all, there was a conflict. As long as no substantial harm was done, and as long as the words were not too harsh, he could tolerate it.
"This is for you." Léger took out a small golden flag.
"What's it for?" Morrisons asked curiously.
"Sir thinks that those professionals from the Abyssal Race may have sneaked in at night, so the security tonight is stricter than during the day. If you want to go out, you better take this with you. Otherwise, the soldiers won't let you go anywhere."
"If I take this and ask the soldiers to salute me, will they listen to me?"
"If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave," Léger said. Reg said. He had already gotten used to Moxinke's unpredictable thinking. He had no choice but to ignore him, just like how he treated Sunier.
Léger turned around and walked out of the tent. Morrisons waved the flag a few times and laughed. "I'll go out and try."
"Give me the flag," Han Jin said helplessly.
Morrisons's face fell. After a day, there was finally something fun to do, but Han Jin didn't let him go out. How depressing! However, he had to lower his head when he was under someone else's roof. He reluctantly threw the flag to Han Jin.
Han Jin raised his hand and took the flag. He glanced at the smiling little Joseph from the corner of his eyes. Suddenly, he had an idea. "Little Joseph, come here."
Little Joseph hurriedly ran over. "Sir, what's the matter?"
"You said this morning that General Paul wasn't a good person. What bad things did he do?"
"Well …" Little Joseph hesitated and looked to his left and right.
"We're all on the same side. Don't worry, no one will go out and say anything."
Little Joseph looked around. Sunier, Sassoux, none of them had any problems. Finally, his gaze stopped on Morrisons. "Can the people of Morrisons University also guarantee?"
"Damn it! You little bastard! "Morrisons was first embarrassed, then angry." What do you mean? Do I look like the kind of person who likes to go out and say things? "
"Cough … Morrisons, just make a promise," Han Jin said.
"Yeah, even we don't trust you, let alone little Joseph." Sassoux added insult to injury.
"If you don't want to make a promise, then get out and don't listen!" Sunier even had the intention of kicking Morrisons out.
"You … Fine!" Morrisons said angrily. If he cared about his dignity, he would walk out without looking back. However, if he couldn't hear the secret, he would rather die! Morrisons paused and finally made a choice. "I promise that I won't tell anyone what I heard today! Is that okay?! Hmph! "
"Lady Sunier, I think … you should let the people of Morrisons University leave," little Joseph said hesitantly.
"I …" Morrisons was so angry that he rolled his eyes. He didn't know what to say. After a long time, he took something out of his pocket. "Here! Damn it, I knew it! "
Little Joseph snatched it and stopped talking about letting Morrisons out. He stuck out his tongue and said, "A few days ago, we were still in Nuremberg. I was bored and went out for a walk. I ended up in the prisoner camp and saw Paul beating the prisoners. He looked … crazy."
"Beating the prisoners? Tell me more about it. "
"He made an Abyssal Siren kneel there and took off all her clothes. I saw it with my own eyes! He slapped the Abyssal Siren's back and butt with his hands, bumped her with his body, and even bit her with his teeth. God … that Abyssal Siren was so pitiful! Her voice became hoarse as she screamed. Then Paul pulled the hair of the Abyssal Siren with his hand, and … "
"Wait, did you see what he used to bump the Abyssal Siren?" Morrisons's expression became very strange.
"Morrisons! You're a pervert! "Sylvia screamed, her face turning red.
"What do you mean by pervert? This is an important question. Don't you think so, Raphael? "
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