Chapter 2071: Cruel truth

"Qiao An, what's the matter with you? His complexion doesn't look normal, shouldn't it be infected..." Hakon looked at the pale face of the young mage with concern, as if he felt that the word "smallpox" was very unlucky and he deliberately avoided it. Mention, "Are you unwell?"
"I'm okay." Qiao An forced a smile. "You went on to say that someone deliberately sold the blanket that breeds the smallpox virus to the aborigines. What happened?"
"Later, Slude and I followed the vine and traced the source of all virus blankets, that is, the profiteer named Johnson."
"When we found out the address of this person, we brought a dozen brothers and went to confront him."
"Johnson had a ghost in his heart. He heard the knock on the door, and he opened the window and looked out, and found that a group of us came to him to ask him for guilt, and we hurried back in fright and tried to sneak away through the back door."
"Fortunately, Slud got more mindful, walked around the back door of the grocery store ahead of time, and caught the profiteer right up there, and asked him why he deliberately sold virus-contaminated blankets to our Asa people, and more importantly, these viruses. Where did he buy the blankets."
"Johnson still wanted to deny me at first, and angered me. Two whips were slapped over. The guy howled like a pig, immediately begged for mercy, and confessed that he was hired by the colonial military and used the virus blanket to travel in the Vimur Valley. Spreading smallpox, even if the virus cannot kill us all, it can at least scare us to flee the epidemic area. In this way, the colonists can take advantage of the opportunity to occupy the land we left behind, follow the footsteps of the virus, and continue to expand the territory. "Hakon snorted angrily, "I have to say that the man who planned this poisonous scheme is really smart, but it is a pity that he did not use his ingenuity in the right place. It is simply more sinister and cruel than the devil!"
"So who is the main messenger behind the scenes?" Holden asked.
"As Johnson, I am not qualified to deal with the big boss. The person in charge of contacting him is Lieutenant Colonel Henry James." Hakon replied.
Slaughter continued his brother’s words and made a more in-depth analysis:
At the level of Lieutenant Colonel James, it is unlikely that such a huge manpower, material and financial resources will be mobilized. They have been planning this conspiracy five years ago. Everyone knows. Lieutenant Colonel James is the most loyal running dog under Laval the Butcher. Laval borrowed the power of cultists and even demons in the war two years ago. At that time, there was a lot of noise, almost everyone knows, so we have reason to doubt. Laval and the "conquest of the Order" behind it were the planners of this disaster. The specific infection plan was probably carefully designed by a certain virus expert employed by the military."
"After we got these testimonies from Johnson, we plan to him back to River Valley Town as a tainted witness to file a complaint against the colonial government and military."
"On the way home, a cavalry patrol suddenly rushed out of the woods and surrounded our team. These malicious cavalry were all equipped with magic crystal muskets, belonging to the elite troops of the colony, the Blue Lancers. ', the commander of this patrol is the cavalry captain named Bob Anderson."
Slude took a deep look at Qiao An and continued to tell about the situation.
"Captain Anderson claimed that he received an alarm from Johnson using the'communication stone' during the patrol, and learned that he was kidnapped by the Asadian horse bandits. All were taken back to jail."
"Of course we cannot accept this charge, trying to clarify the truth, telling Captain Anderson that we are not kidnappers, and telling him that the profiteer Johnson has personally confessed to the charge of selling viral blankets."
"However, the arrogant cavalry captain did not listen to our explanations at all and warned us that Johnson must be released immediately, otherwise he would be rude to us."
"The dispute between the two sides has become more and more intense. Captain Anderson actually ordered the cavalry to shoot at us, killing and wounding several of our people."
"In this situation, we couldn't bear it. We could only stand up. After a fierce fight, the cavalry was repelled by us. As for the Captain Anderson..."
Slude smiled bitterly, staring into Joan’s eyes and slowly said: "Captain Anderson, I shot him off the horse during the melee. Soon afterwards, an angry hunter swung a knife and cut off Captain Anderson’s scalp. Just two minutes ago, Captain Anderson had just pierced the hunter’s brother with a saber in the chest—the poor child, who was not even fifteen years old."
"Yes, I killed Captain Anderson, and he took the blame for himself. I have no guilt about it!"
"Joan, I don’t know who you are Bob Anderson. Since you wrote to me to inquire about the cause of his death, it must be relevant. This time I came to the Vimur Valley with the purpose of avenging him. Right?"
Qiao Ann didn't know how to answer Slude's question, but he couldn't express his entanglement and could only keep silent.
The forest is silent.
After hearing the truth about Bob Anderson's death by Slude, the Hailar and Zion sisters and brothers who came to investigate with Qiao Ann were also in a mixed mood, not knowing who to blame for this tragedy.
Captain Anderson's death in the service of official duties is worthy of sympathy, but Slud had no choice but to speak of guilt under the circumstances.
In the final analysis, the blame can only be blamed on the careerists who planned this virus conspiracy. The aborigines who were unfortunately infected, as well as the relatives and friends who were infected by them, were all victims of the conspiracy. As for Captain Anderson, if he had no inside information on the conspiracy. Knowing that just because of the sense of responsibility of a soldier, he went to rescue a profiteer who sold viral blankets, an imperial citizen, then there is no doubt that he himself was also a victim of the conspiracy.
The depressing silence lasted for a long time, and Slude drew the magic crystal rifle from the storage bag, filled it with bullets, and threw it at Joan.
Qiao An subconsciously reached out his hand to catch the rifle, raised his head, and looked at Slud blankly.
"I have said everything that should be said, I dare to swear to the gods, there is no lie, the gun that killed Bob Anderson is in your hands at this moment, if you want to avenge him, just shoot me! "
The sad words of the girl echoed in Joan’s ears, touching his heartstrings, making him recall the sad face of Mrs. Anderson facing the body of his beloved son, and then thinking of Aunt Ista’s loving face...
Since Qiao An remembered his mother, Mrs. Anderson and Aunt Ista both made him feel the warmth of a mother. In a trance, the faces of the two "mothers" seemed to overlap in front of him, holding hands. The hand of the gun fell weakly.
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