Catalog of the Lost - a searing epic

The cause of the incident can be traced back to a finger.

While the soldiers in the army were imagining what they would look like through rumors about enemies they had never seen before, a young soldier brought back a finger and a man who was so tired that he passed out.

The

young soldier carried the tall man on his back for three hours, and by the time the next group went to the front, his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't speak, and his legs trembled uncontrollably.

The soldiers in the team hurriedly stepped forward to ask, and the young soldiers made a gesture to ask for water, so they hurriedly handed the water and called several soldiers to carry the tall man to the camp.

After relieving himself a little and being able to speak, the young soldier took out the finger hidden in his clothes, and the soldiers stared at it, not caring about him at all, for this finger was almost comparable to the large ogre in the mouth of a bard, and a finger was the length of a man's palm, and several times wider than a thumb.

The young soldier choked on a mouthful of water while drinking, and coughed violently and even coughed up blood, which brought them back to their senses and began to care for him, and when he had rested for a few minutes and could speak, he was extremely tired and said indistinctly: "This is, the finger of the Imperial, that man, killed an Imperial..."

After saying that, the young soldier had no strength anymore and fell straight down, and people thought that he was exhausted, after all, he ran here from the front line with such a tall man on his back, even if he was the same height and weight as the man, he could not run as fast as him.

But he just fell asleep because he was so tired.

After a full day and a night of sleep, Emer woke up.

He woke up in a room, and the ceiling made him feel like everything was just a nightmare, but the next second, he woke up, because the ceiling didn't leak, and there was no sign of self-repair, it was gorgeous, it was clean, and it looked like it was shining like a film of oil on the surface.

He tried to shake his arm, but he could only shake one, and the other was already heavily bandaged, which in his eyes was a rarity, and it was impossible for a town to have a roll, for it would cost a lot of money to buy from the kingdom.

He turned his head and looked around again, and found a gorgeously dressed man sitting next to him, leaning on the carved table next to him and dozing off, he wanted to wake him up, but suddenly found that his whole body had been stripped of all his body, and he didn't know where his clothes had gone.

At this moment, the man woke up, and when he saw Emel awake, he instantly screamed, and the sound was so loud that it would shatter Emer's eardrums.

"You're finally awake, oh my God, you've been asleep for a day and a night. “

As soon as Emer's ears got rid of the tinnitus, the man began to gush on.

"Hello, I am Lancel Polktra, next to your present Ilrubino, lord of Séciard, and this is my mansion, and I have heard from the other soldiers that you killed an Imperial man with your own hands, so I took you to my bedroom to recuperate while you were being brought in by carriage, and for this reason I sat here for a day and a night waiting for you to wake up. "

Lancel's emphasis was always a headache for Emer, but what he emphasized was a necessary step in his understanding.

The Billion-Rubino is a famous city, known as the city of imperial civilization, and in the large library in the center of the Billion-Rubino, the entire history of this continent for nearly 1,000 years is stored, including the succession of kingdoms and empires, and all the conflicts between the two countries in the past ten years.

So, when he put his territory in the billions of rubinos, Lancel seemed to prove the magnitude or importance of his power, and his face was full of pride.

Just as Lancel was about to tell himself how much he had taken care of Emel that day and night, and wanted to make him owe him a favor, Emer couldn't stand his loud voice and said in a horizontal voice: "Again... Am I the only one alive?".

"No", Lancel shook his head, "and the soldier who carried you back is now recuperating in the rear." "

After listening to Lancel's words, Emer wanted to sit up, but now his whole body was sore, not only the injured arm, but also the body that suddenly relaxed, the muscles were as painful as a beast's bite, and finally it was with the help of Lancel on the side that Emer sat up with difficulty.

"Only... Two people. "

These were the first words Emer said as he sat up.

His expression was extremely lonely, as if he had suddenly grown old, and his back was straightened, and his appearance seemed to Lancel as if he was deliberately torturing himself.

Lancel stood up, glanced at Emmel, tapped him on the shoulder, left his bedroom with a word.

"The soldier said, "In the end, they rushed up for you." "

But why did they rush up?

Emer couldn't figure it out.

After three days of recuperation, Emer was able to get out of bed.

During this time, many nobles came to pay their respects to him, and the name of Emel spread among the soldiers as the first hero to kill the Empire and return safely.

Ivanlin, who had just risen from an ordinary man to the top of the nobility through trade, visited once a day for three days, bringing some precious healing goods to greet him, and telling Emer that "General Rest is optimistic about himself", and that the nobles and palace ministers collectively decided that Emel should be appointed as the 'spiritual leader' during the recuperation period, and that he would give a speech to all the soldiers who were about to go to the front to boost their morale.

The

moment he knew that he would be the 'spiritual leader', Emer was confused, because he himself began to deny the fact that this war could be won, and he began to feel that the enemy was not at all something that could be defeated by this short-term morale, and that all actions were just a meaningless move to push people to death, and even though Ivanlin reminded himself more than once that 'this is a meaningful thing', Emer still did not raise his confidence.

But, Emer was a soldier.

He held on to his duty as a soldier, even in his current state of confusion.

Maybe that's the answer to that question, because we're soldiers, so we're going back, whether it's Numenting or Dinkma, everyone is a soldier because they're soldiers, so they can't be cowardly even in the face of a strong enemy.

Emer ends the question with this answer, even if he did not put himself in their shoes, even if this answer is engraved with the symbol of meaninglessness in the lives of all dead soldiers.

He gradually forgot and even forgot to ask the name of the soldier who had carried him back.