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"Are you really going to let everyone know it’s a monster? Nonsense! You're putting it in danger! What matters more, glory or life?"
Zhou Yunjin spoke with righteous fervor, but Sang Qingxiao knew he was truly anxious.
"A few days ago, I did something in Jingjing City. General Zhou, you could inquire about it during your leisure time. I believe that after that, no one in Jingjing City or even other places would dare to touch my monster!"
"And what do we gain from this endless arguing? Ultimately, it depends on the Black General's will. So," Sang Qingxiao asked, "after ten years of fighting on the battlefield, defending your home and country, are you willing to live in hiding like this?"
The Black General pondered for a moment and smiled. "There are countless times each day when I feel I can’t go on, yet I’ve been holding my breath all this time. At first, I didn’t know where this determination came from. Over the past month, as I kept running, I realized it was a memory from more than a decade ago."
It dawned on him that he was reminiscing about the times from more than a decade ago, about his childhood with Zhou Yunjin. He understood why Zhou Yunjin treated him this way; he could comprehend it, but that understanding was mixed with a sense of unwillingness.
Reflecting on the ten years of warfare, he had sacrificed much—not just for Zhou Yunjin alone but also to protect many others behind him.
"Master," he recalled saying, "you just mentioned returning my glory, restoring the honor that is rightfully mine."
But could he truly possess that glory?
Hearing the Black General's murmurs, Sang Qingxiao affirmed, "Why can’t you have it? You shouldn’t even be troubled by this question; it belongs to you! What if you are a monster? Even if they know you are the Black General and still want to kill you, I can still protect you!"
Moreover, he wanted to say something on their behalf: "Black General, I’m sorry. You’ve worked hard; thank you."
The Black General's eyes reddened as he sniffled. "You’re just trying to fool me again; you don’t want me to be your Spirit Familiar again, do you?"
"I’ve told you before; being my Spirit Familiar has its benefits."
"Well, if that's true or not remains to be seen. If I can resolve everything completely, I'll visit your Small Tavern. You must treat me well and not make me do too much work; after all, I'm a retired general!"
As soon as the title of 'general' left his lips, the Black General's demeanor shifted. Though he needed Sang Qingxiao's support to stand upright, his back straightened more confidently—his former spirited self returning somewhat.
"Please walk with me a few more steps."
"Don’t worry; I’ll accompany you," Sang Qingxiao continued. "In fact, your feelings should be widely known; it's better that way. With public opinion managed properly, it’s really not a big deal."
Most people are hypocrites; you have righteousness on your side and haven’t committed any crimes according to the law. Why should anyone dare speak ill of you?
Is there any law in court that states monsters cannot be generals? Is there any ethical argument that says monsters cannot defend their homeland?
The Black General chuckled lightly at this perspective. "Listening to you makes it seem like we’ve been making a mountain out of a molehill."
"Exactly! I've already seen your memories and will write a book based on them when I return. I'll send someone to tell stories about it; in just a few days, the people will forget your monster identity and only remember you as a great hero."
Once your wounds are healed, if you still wish to return to the battlefield, I can ask Qi Xiaomian to take you. He may have his flaws, but he is fiercely protective of those he cares about and will treat you well. He won't burden you with favors or covet your military achievements.
At a distance of several dozen steps, Sang Qingxiao kept murmuring reassurances, not wanting him to back down.
However, Black General did not retreat; yet when faced with familiar Warriors, he found himself at a loss for words.
Sang Qingxiao sighed inwardly, realizing that he needed to step in and help.
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