He didn't know there was a war going on outside, nor did he know the difference between the Lord and Kelan, or what would happen if either of them won or lost.
He only knew that thing could keep him and his family alive.
The soldiers were stunned, looking at their leader in confusion, then at the sister, and unconsciously took a step back.
Carian said nothing, but stepped forward, standing in front of the family, and reassured them in a gentle voice.
"Don't be afraid, we are here to help you."
The man looked up, his cloudy eyes filled with distrust and fear, he stared at the green turban on the soldier's head, his lips trembled, but he couldn't say a word.
Carian looked back at Brennan.
"They seem to be very afraid of you, why?"
Brennan didn't answer, for the first ti, a trace of discomfort appeared on his rugged face, his eyes wandering uncertainly.
Seeing his hesitation, Carian stopped asking and crouched in front of the small child, speaking in a gentle voice.
"Can you tell ? What happened here? Why... are you so afraid of us."
Perhaps her voice was sincere enough, or maybe the threat of death overwheld the fear.
The boy didn't speak, but an old man, so thin he was just skin and bones, spoke up tremulously beside him.
"It's them..."
He pointed his withered finger at Carian's back.
If he hadn't suddenly made a sound, no one would have noticed this old man curled up in the corner, whose breath was weaker than a mouse's.
Carian looked at him, then at her back.
"Them?"
"They broke into the village and took our last bite of food, right after the lord's cavalry visited our barn," cautiously observing Brennan's expression, the old man continued timidly, "Not only that, they blocked the road out of here. We couldn't escape for refuge, we'd either stay here and wait for death, or move forward, to the Earl's castle to eat the Earl's food..."
The Earl certainly wouldn't open the door, doing as these Green Turbans said would just be waiting for death in another place.
Looking at the bread in the hands of the two soldiers, the old man's eyes reflected his hunger for food, but at the sa ti, he feared this might be a trap set by the Green Turbans...
Even he couldn't explain what he had, worth deceiving from his nothingness.
The old man's accusation landed like a slap on Brennan's face.
His face, just regaining so color due to divine intervention, turned red instantly, and his eyes were filled with embarrassnt and annoyance.
The two young soldiers also looked down in sha, not daring to et the frightened eyes of the family.
After all, they were still young, with faces not thick enough.
The older soldiers were smart enough to push this job onto them.
"That is... a tactic!"
Brennan tried to defend, his voice lacking confidence, "If we don't use extre asures, we simply can't break through Sparrow Wood Castle!"
He paused, then added, "Of course... I admit, my n might have been a bit rough while executing orders."
A bit rough?
Hog, with an amused smile, couldn't help but recall previous events.
This guy almost had them stripped and driven to the castle at gunpoint.
Actually, Brennan didn't have to explain, but thinking about the Saint Sis standing behind this sister, he couldn't help but add a few more words.
Just to let Him hear it.
Carian slowly stood up, ignoring his defense.
She silently watched the man holding the battle axe, her eyes clear and steadfast, as if she could see through the struggle deep within his soul.
"If you do sothing more detestable than the demons to end Hell, your Hell will not end, you will lead everyone into another, more brutal Hell."
Her words carried no anger, no condemnation, as if representing the divine behind her, declaring another future He foresaw.
"...No matter what you've done before, you must stop from this mont."
Surveying the silent soldiers, her gaze finally landed on the distinct green turbans on their heads.
"Please take it off."
It wasn't an order, but it carried an undeniable authority that surpassed an order, as if it were a decree personally issued by the divine.
The soldiers looked at each other.
The green turban was a symbol of their identity, the banner of the Green Forest Army, even more valuable than their heads.
Yet unexpectedly, they felt no anger, no ridicule, but instinctively looked to their leader...
Should we listen to the divine's opinion?
Brennan looked at Carian and said in a deep voice.
"Is it necessary to go this far?"
Carian nodded seriously.
"If there is still reverence for the divine in your heart, if you believe the people of Twilight Province are more important than the honor in your heart, then take it off, you must have seen the fear in their eyes."
"At least in front of those refugees, at least until our contract ends, we are no longer the Green Forest Army, we are the 'Salvation Army'."
The air seed to freeze.
Brennan tightly gripped the axe handle, a battle raging in his mind.
Abandoning the na of the Green Forest Army would undoubtedly be a betrayal to the 'Green Turban' Kelan. Yet, he thought of what Kelan often told them, he always said the Green Forest Army were heroes who robbed the rich to help the poor, different from the nobles hiding in castles.
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